NO CHARACTERS ARE UNDER EIGHTEEN IN THIS STORY
LOVE AND SEX - PART ONE
Jack and Angela had been married for twenty years, neither had ever been unfaithful, loving each other as they did. He had a higher sex drive than she, but she never sexually denied him anything and had never withheld sex from him even when they were having one of their rare tiffs.
He had taken her missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, side saddle, orally and even anally over the years.
When they first were married, they had sex at least four times a week and as the years had passed it hadn't changed very much. Once she began to enjoy anal sex, they decided that they would do it once a week to keep her supple and loose.
Sometimes they even had an anal sex week where all they had was anal sex for the entire week. She enjoyed those times immensely after she had become loose enough to take him with the minimum of lube and found that her orgasms, though fewer, were deeper than vaginal orgasms.
In addition, anal sex made her feel so submissive. Her husband was taking her most vulnerable portal. It forced him to be very gentle and allowed her to surrender totally, something that she discovered she loved!
Not only was their physical sex life, vibrant, but their mental sex life was as well. They shared their fantasies and included role playing in their love making. Both initiated the fantasies and created the scenarios.
As a result, their life together was rich and rewarding.
One night, while lying in bed enjoying post orgasmic bliss, he asked her if she had ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man.
"I have," she replied, "but not to the extent that I really wanted to do it. Our sex has been so good that it was nothing that I needed to do."
"Would you want to do it if you could?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said, "Why? Do you want to have sex with another woman?"
"I don't know either," he told her, "I was just wondering what such an experience would be like."
"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" she queried.
"God forbid," he chuckled, "I can't ever get enough of you, but I was wondering if YOU wanted to try something different."
"Why would you wonder that?" she asked.
"Well, we have done everything that a couple could do, more than once, and I sometimes wonder if you would like to try something new or just a little different sometimes."
"Would you?" she asked.
"I don't know, maybe if it were something that we shared together." he replied. "I am not interested in going off by myself and getting involved in anything without you."
"Let me think about it, but at the moment, I love what we have too much to jeopardize it," she offered.
She rolled over into his arms, kissed him and said,
"I love your honesty. That is one of the things that attracted me to you, and after all of these years it hasn't changed."
"It never will, sweetheart," he murmured, "It never will."
Several weeks later, after having dinner, they were sitting on their balcony sipping wine. The sun was setting and there was a beautiful orange pink and violet glow in the sky.
There was a pause in the ambient sounds as the crickets had momentarily stopped chirping, the birds had stopped twittering, the sound of distant cars had ceased and there was quiet in the air.
After a moment of shared silence, he asked her what she was thinking as she appeared to be so pensive. She told him that she was thinking about the subject that he had raised with her a few weeks ago.
At first, he did not remember it, but she reminded him about his question relating to whether or not she was interested in having sex with another man.
"Oh, yes." You said that you would think about it."
"I have been thinking about it ever since and have decided that if you want to try it, we'll do it."
"What helped you to make that decision," he queried.
"Well, for the last two weeks, Moira, my colleague at work, has been coming to work all ebullient and euphoric and when I asked her what happened, she first swore me to secrecy and then told me that she and her husband had started swinging.
At first, I didn't know what she was talking about but as he described their experiences it was clear to me what was happening.
She said that it was the best thing that they ever did. It brought them closer and made her love him more.
Even though we don't need that, I wondered what it was about swinging was so good that every day she would come in more and more elated. I figure that there had to be something very good about it so perhaps we should try it."
"Moira?" he laughed, "that crazy friend of yours?"
Laughing, Angela said,
"She's not crazy, she's just wild and impetuous."
She reached across the small table between them, grasped his hand and said,
"I'll leave the details up to you. You know that I trust you with my life."
He squeezed her hand and said,
"That's what I've always loved about you, you always trust me to do the right thing,"
Looking at him lovingly, she said, "You've never let me down yet."
As he thought about how he would go about it, it dawned on him that their best friends might be a perfect fit for what they had in mind.
Rita was Angela's best friend. She had gotten married to a guy named Mark after they were married. As a couple they became best friends with Jack and Angela. They partied together, dined and vacationed together, commiserated over their woes and exulted over each's joys. They even teased and flirted harmlessly with one another over the years.
Both couples, now in their late forties, had a relationship that had relaxed into a casual intimacy and an intensely personal friendship.
They had inadvertently seen private parts of each other, skinny-dipping in Jack and Angela's pool on tipsy midnight adventures but never crossed the line of propriety.
It would be fair to say that while their interactions were charged with sexual inuendo nothing sexual had ever occurred between them.
Rita had a thick ass that Angela was aware that Jack loved, and she always teased him about his lusting after it. She knew that Jack was an ass and leg man.
Her legs were nicer than Rita's and were responsible for capturing his attention, which led to their involvement. She had a nice butt too although not quite as luscious as Rita's.
Jack, in turn, teased Angela about her affinity for Mark's physique. He was her height, quite buff but not overrun with muscles. She loved his "football player's" ass and would often smack it in fun.
The problem he was now faced with was how he could find out if they would be interested in an actual sexual relationship, and if they weren't, how he would know without the possibility of ruining their great friendship.
As fate would have it, the matter was taken out of his hands!
The following week, he got a phone call from Mark who said that he wanted to talk to him about an important matter. Jack wondered why he didn't discuss the matter on the phone call, but he told him that it was personal, and he wanted the conversation to be just between the two of them.
Jack understood and they arranged to meet on an evening when Angela had to work late, and Rita was attending a function after work. They decided to get together at Jack and Angela's home.
Usually, when they visited each other's house, the host would put out the Johnny Walker Black which they both drank, and each would pour his own poison. On special occasions they would go to the more expensive Johnny Walker Blue.
"This is a Johnny Walker Blue evening," Mark said, so Jack put out the Blue.
They poured their drinks, Jack's with a splash of ginger ale and Mark's on the rocks.
Jack led the way to the balcony where they sat as the sun went down.
