We aren't swingers. Swinging is a whole other thing. We went to a party once and went to some gatherings in town but it wasn't right. It was too impersonal. We have friends we like to invite over. We get stoned and then naked and then things happen.
At first it was all about the girls. Neither of us thought we could handle watching the other person with someone, you know, it was okay for me to be with another woman. He was like any dirty old man, he liked to watch and that was fine. I am not necessarily into women but there is something about getting a woman off. I like the challenge of it. I like how much work it can be to get her excited. It is so completely unlike getting a guy off. Rather than being the recipient, I am the deliverer. I like it.
I had a regular playmate. Ramona was short, soft, and just the right amount of filthy. She let me do whatever I wanted to her and then would want more. She introduced me to a strap on. It was an entirely new experience fucking her like that. I liked the power in it. I liked to fuck her from behind. I liked to make her make those noises.
She wanted more and that was when I finally let Derek fuck another woman. I needed him. While she straddled his hips I moved in behind her with little Derek strapped to my crotch. We both fucked her and she squealed. I wanted to feel that too. We switched positions. I put my strap on on her and she fucked my ass while I rode my husband.
"You're turn." She said simply. The three of us rolling around in bed changed positions again. I set up on my knees and Derek took me from behind. While he was inside me, his cockring struggling to keep him hard Ramona entered his ass.
Derek doesn't normally make much noise during sex but he made noise that night - all sorts of marvelous noises. I loved it but was jealous. It was, after all, my little rubber cock. I never imagined he would let that happen.
We didn't even talk about it for a week. Ramona had invited us over. I had said no. I was still feeling a little cheated. I was sure I would get back to normal and the minute I told her we were busy I felt bad and kicked myself for missing an opportunity. I was irritated with Derek for getting in the way of my fun time. I wanted the small woman spread in front of me as I licked and teased her until her whole body shook. He came home thinking it was a normal Thursday. During dinner he asked me what was wrong and I told him nothing and he knew for sure. We put the kids down and snuck away to the privacy of our own room.
It began like most of our talks with silence. He was in bed watching TV and staring at his phone. I stripped out of my work clothes. I had worn my tight black pants and moved quickly to put on something comfortable to sleep in. I didn't need him looking up while I was stripped down to my thong panties and bra. From my "comfy" drawer I yanked out one of his old tank top undershirts, a wife beater, and a pair of boy's briefs. I had bought the wrong size on accident one day and girls, if you haven't ever worn a pair of men's tighty whitey's you are missing out. I slipped into bed beside him and changed the channel.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing." I lied.
"Okay..." It was our typical argument. We were quiet for a while, some cop show on TV we stared and watched.
"Do we have plans this weekend?" It was an innocent enough thing for him to ask. I was the social secretary afterall and usually had something set for Friday night or Saturday.
"No."
"Oh."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing." He said this time.
"I didn't plan anything. I guess you were hoping for a repeat of last weekend. I guess you will just have to make do with me." I knew I was being childish but it didn't matter.
"Ah." He said.
"What's that mean?"
"I didn't think it was a good idea. Honey, I like our little adventures. I won't lie. You know I like to watch you with one of your friends." He paused. I just looked at him. "Last weekend... We kind of broke some of our rules... I'm sorry. You know I don't expect that to happen again. It was a little over the top. It's probably good we take a little break."
"It was fine." I said.
"No, I know you don't like the idea of girl/boy penetration. Honestly, it's fine. I wont say it wasn't fun. I get it though."
"No. It was fine. I figured it would happen at some point."
"Should we... you know. Make it up to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, maybe find another guy for... Full swap? I don't want you to be left out. Would that make it fair?"
I sighed louder than I wanted to. He picked up on it. He got out of bed, came around to my side, put his hand out to me. He was wanted to go onto the back patio. It was a communication technique we picked up somewhere along the way. Sitting on the porch there were rules to our conversations we had to follow. It's kind of a long story. I knew it wasn't necessary. I knew I was being silly. I didn't want to go through the whole process.
"it's okay. Come back to bed."
