Chapter 1 - Swapping Fun
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There was a time not THAT long ago when I would've told you I would never cheat on my husband. Of course that was before I was married to Steve when my mother's influence was heaviest on my principles and ethics. My mom is sort of old-school in many ways and when it comes to adultery it's pretty black and white so far as she's concerned. According to her rule book, which she drilled into me all my life, once you put on that ring you don't have sex with anyone outside your marriage... period, end of story.
Granted, my mother isn't a classic conservative in that while she draws strict lines and rules, it's the fine print that you need to read. For instance, "sex" is defined as the intimate union of a man and woman penetration meaning the penetration of a penis into a vagina. This leaves a lot of openings. For example, what most people like to call oral "sex" isn't really true sex in that there's no union involved.
The other key factor element is when she says, "outside your marriage". According to mom, when you marry someone you marry more than just a man, you marry his whole family including parents, siblings, aunt and uncles, and first cousins - all on both sides of the family tree. Thus adultery would be having sex with anyone outside that circle. In short, incest is not adultery. The basis for this is my mom views adultery as the blending of a family, a demonstration of mutual love and respect, and above all compliance with the Bible's requirements for submission of a wife and honor to your parents.
Thus when people ask me if my parents swapped and such I've always said no as swapping with another couple would have been adultery so far as my mother is concerned. Another example she set for me regarding my fiancÇ. My mother always wished she could've had another child, a son if she had any choice in the matter. For medical reasons this wasn't possible so when I was engaged she was thrilled as this meant once I was married Steve would become part of the family and hence the son she never had. As much as she dreamed of being with her new son, she never allowed herself to get carried away prior to the wedding. It wasn't until we said our vows that my mom's dream of a son to fuck her finally came true!
Naturally when you grow up having all this drilled into you it becomes part of your moral code as well. Thus my intentions were when I married Steve that I would follow my mother's example. So imagine the problem I faced when my husband declared his desire for us to have sex with other couples. He would have preferred swinging but at least was willing to compromise most of the time and just swap.
Before I go on I suppose I should explain what I mean by "swap". People tend to use the term interchangeably with "swinging" but to me there are important differences. Swinging usually involves parties with multiple couples who may or may not be married. It's usually rather voyeuristic in that people have sex in groups or at least in view of others. Intimacy is NOT an attribute of these parties and often I would get home and not even know the names of most of the men I'd had sex with.
In contrast, when I use the phrase "swapping" I refer to the exchange of partners between married couples. While this may involve a brief period where all four are together, it soon moves to where the couples separate for the night and I spend the evening (and usually the entire night) in bed with another married man while my husband is in another room or home with his wife. Yes, I know his name and it's much more personal and intimate, almost like I become his wife for a short while.
So how did I deal with this dilemma? I had only a few options. First, I would have had to divorce Steve if I could not find some way to deal with the adultery aspect. If there was one thing I will not and never will is compromise on it's the issue of adultery. The commandments say thou shalt not and so I will not. If there's one thing the women in my family share it's the determination to NOT compromise on principles and responsibilities. My Aunt Linda was forced to divorce her husband when he told her she either had to stop submitting to her father or leave. There's no way she could stop fulfilling her responsibilities as a daughter so she left! My own mother feels so strongly about underage sex (although as with adultery, incest didn't count) that she was forced to divorce my dad when he couldn't find the willpower to resist.
Well, I wasn't about to divorce Steve if there was any way possible to submit to him so I prayed and received my answer. The scriptures don't provide a lot of guidance on what adultery is in every case so until now I'd been following the lead of my mother. The more I read my Bible and prayed the more I came to the realization her interpretation was a little excessive. It seemed to me that the commandment meant was not to cheat on your husband, that it was the intent more than the act that mattered. So long as my husband was OK with me having sex with other men I wouldn't be cheating on him and thus wouldn't be committing adultery.
Problem solved!
Well, the problem was solved so far as my principles went but then there were the practical issues, the biggest by far being WHO do you swap with?
Believe it or not, it's not that easy finding couples with the same attitudes and compatibility. Fortunately my Aunt Linda had the perfect answer - a swapping group. She'd been a member for over twenty years and was now serving as president so it was easier for us than most people to get an invitation to join and eventual acceptance. The group actually has two parts - one for swapping and the other for families. The family group was what got my dad in trouble with my mom and I wanted no part of it. On the other hand the swapping group is strictly for married couples and even if they have kids there was no involvement by them. I've discussed this group in other diary entries and even in the About Me portion of my diary blog so I won't repeat myself here other than to say it provides us with a safe and confidential means to meet like-minded couples.
As it turned out I LOVE swapping! I think it's helped our marriage immeasurably as a means to go out for a night of fun, bringing a renewed energy to our marriage life. There's no commitments and in most cases we never meet with them again so it's always something new which makes it exciting for me. Over time Steve pushed to become members of the family group as well and even though we didn't meet the requirements (no kids of the right age) my aunt was able to pull some strings to get us in. So now we're both satisfied. I get to swap with another husband now and then while Steve gets to enjoy his little girls periodically. Is it any wonder our marriage is even stronger now than when we first aid our vows?
Chapter 2 - The Invitation
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One night over six months ago I was in our bed with Greg, the 40 year-old husband of Amelia who was no doubt being fucked at that moment by my husband in a nearby hotel room. Usually we went both prefer a hotel when we swap as then I don't have to worry about cleaning up the apartment but in this case we couldn't find a sitter that could stay overnight so one of us had to stay home and guess who drew the short straw... Greg and Amelia's kids were older so they didn't have to worry about a sitter. No doubt Steve wouldn't have minded going back to their house where their thirteen year-old daughter and fifteen year-old son were spending the night alone! That would have violated one of the most strict rules for the swapping group - no involvement of kids, and if anyone found out we would have all been kicked out immediately. Given our daughters were so young, they would be sleeping and so that was deemed OK.
Greg had just finished cumming in me as I rode him cowgirl on my bed. I was laying down on his hairy chest, his throbbing dick still in me as I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the moment. I felt so peaceful, so happy as my pussy gripped him, his semen slowly draining from me around his dwindling dick.
"God that was incredible..." he moaned as he shifted his weight under me and I felt his dick move inside of me.
"Mmmmmmm, yes!" I sighed as I wiggled my bottom around his softened shaft which was now barely in me, "I want it again."
Greg chuckled which caused his dick to flop out of me, leaving my pussy feeling empty and lonely. He rolled me over on my side, turning towards me and wrapping his arms around me as we kissed. It was like being with a lover. I loved the intimacy, the desire I could sense in him for me. It was almost like being his wife for one evening!
"Well I'm not sixteen anymore Kelly," he sighed, rubbing his hand over my bare hip and down my upper thigh softly.
"Maybe I can provide some incentive," I offered, gripping his wet dick with my hand and licking my lips seductively.
Greg smiled. "Oh I'm sure you could but let's wait a few moments, OK?"
I just smiled and pressed my head into his chest, loving the feel of our nude bodies pressed tightly together.
