Chapter 8: A new couple joins the swinging set
Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved
JOSH'S STORY
Amanda and I had been together for four years, and married for two, when she told me that something was missing from her sex life. We'd always been open about talking about sex, but this was really a blow to my ego. And fucking ironic. I was too big to satisfy her. That's not the stereotypical complaint. I knew that Amanda loved me and that she enjoyed the sex we did have, but I was just so big that we had to go slow, and sometimes that wasn't enough.
Guys all say they would like to have a huge dick, but it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Now, this sounds really bad, but I'm just telling the truth. There are drawbacks to having a big dick. First, when erect I'm about fourteen inches long and about twelve and a half inches in circumference, that's about four inches thick. Finding pants that fit without revealing too much is tough; if I don't stick with styles that are baggy people stare. And before I met Amanda, there were a number of women who couldn't take me at all, and as Amanda found out, I had to take it slow with those that could. And I've never found a woman I could have anal with.
Don't get me wrong. There are good things about it too. When I was in college, once word got around—and it always gets around; girls gossip a lot more than guys—women were practically lining up to fuck me. While some found I was too big for them, I never had any problem picking up women who were willing to try. And Amanda loves my dick. She says that I'm able to touch her like no other guy, all her hot spots at once.
But I knew that her complaint would be a problem. Maybe not right away, but eventually. Amanda is very sexually open, and she always tells me what she wants. I love her for that. But I knew that if there was something I wasn't giving her, eventually she would find a way to get it. Maybe not right away, but in four or five years our marriage would be in trouble. That's why I suggested swinging.
I didn't expect that Amanda would go for it. And she was kind of shocked, which was something I didn't really expect. She thought that I maybe wanted to sleep with other women, which I wouldn't turn down, but isn't something I needed. So I quickly backed off, saying that I wasn't asking for it, just thinking outside the box. We tried using vibrators, toys that I could be somewhat rough with her with and penetrate her anally, but she said it, while it was fun, wasn't the same thing. So that's where we stood when Amanda found out the new neighbors were into swinging.
When I got home that evening, she jumped me at the door. I'd never seen her so horny. We fucked right there on the hall floor, and again a couple of other times that night. She didn't tell me what had gotten into her that night, at least not right away, and I didn't ask. I wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth. Then the next morning at breakfast she told me what had happened the day before. Needless to say, I was blown away. Amanda said that was willing to try swinging if I was serious about my earlier suggestion. We decided to take a few weeks to think it over and keep talking about it. There was no hurry, and it was a big decision.
But we didn't count on how an idea like that can eat away at you. I couldn't think about anything else that day. I got nothing done at work that day. And by the time I was driving home, I knew that I wanted to do it. But I was surprised; what really turned me on wasn't the idea of fucking other women, it was seeing Amanda getting fucked. The idea of watching her get off with another guy really turned me on. It turns out that Amanda was infected by the same itch. She couldn't think about anything else either.
So that night we sat down and laid out some rules. We would only do it together; no picking up partners on our own. And we both had to agree. Both of us had veto power over any partner. Once that was decided, we fucked again, and it was a great fuck. One of the best we'd ever had together.
So Amanda went over to speak with Jennifer—she was more comfortable talking with her than with the Giamattis, who we barely knew. And before we knew it, our first swinging session was set up for that Friday.
AMANDA'S STORY
It had all happened so fast. What had started as just an idle suggestion of Josh's had become a reality. Josh and I were knocking on the Giamatti's door, and awaiting within was sex, and it was kind of scary. The sex wasn't scary—well maybe the prospect of sex with another woman was intimidating; I had never done that before, and both Lisa and Jennifer had hinted that it was very much a possibility—but I had no idea what this would do to Josh's and my marriage. Would we both get jealous? Or worse, would one of us love it and the other get jealous?
Lisa opened the door, all smiles. There were kisses, on the cheek, very chaste. Josh gave her the bottle of wine that we'd brought, and Lisa made a fuss about opening it, ushering us into the living room, where James and Jennifer were already waiting.
I hadn't known what to expect. Naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the floor, maybe. But it was just like the start of any dinner party I'd ever been to. We all chatted and drank wine.
I guess James, who was sitting the closest to Josh and I, noticed that I was a bit nervous. He leaned in and whispered to us.
"About later on," he said. "We all understand that this is your first time doing anything like this. It's okay to be nervous, and if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you can simply decline. No one is going to be offended. You can take it slow and just do what you feel comfortable with, and with people you're comfortable with."
"It's not so much about tonight," said Josh. "It's about tomorrow. I just don't know what to expect when Amanda and I wake up tomorrow."
"Think of it as an experiment," said James. "If it doesn't work, you don't have to do it again. And the important thing is to check in with each other throughout the evening and make sure you're both enjoying yourselves. And at the end of the night, spend some time together, just the two of you."
"Jennifer and I are going upstairs," announced Lisa, who hadn't been able to hear our conversation with her husband. "Our panties are soaked with anticipation, and we can't wait any longer. Join us when you're ready." And with that the two other women went upstairs, arm in arm.
"We can hang out a while longer, if you'd like," said James. "But I'd suggest going a little easy on the wine. A little bit of lubrication lowers the inhibitions nicely, but too much isn't a good idea."
We chatted for a while. Honestly, I can't tell you what we talked about. I had chills and my stomach was in knots. All I could think about was what waited us upstairs. Finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm going upstairs," I announced. "Josh, are you coming?"
Both Josh and James were up in a flash and escorted me upstairs.
I guess others have described the Giamattis' playroom, but it really is something to walk into it for the first time, to see the play pit, and to see two gorgeous women in the middle of it. Lisa was lying on her back with Jennifer between her legs, licking away at her pussy. I just stared, unable to move.
I noticed that James was starting to take his clothes off. Josh wasn't. I guess he was waiting for me. I started unbuttoning my blouse, and Josh started to undress too. Then a moment later I felt another pair of hands help me off with my blouse. It was James, who had shed his shirt, socks, and shoes, but was still in his pants.
"Josh, we could use some help down here," said Lisa.
