Swing Music

SWING MUSIC

The website article was entitled Couples Leaving The Security Of Monogamous Relationships In Droves. The blogger at another site interviewed a couple who had ventured into extramarital sexual relationships a few years before and liked it. My wife asked me if I would look at them both. I did, then she asked me what I thought.

I should say here that Claire has always been more of a Try-it kind of person than I am. (Rock Climbing, Parasailing, Sky Diving). There is no way I would have chosen to jump out of an airplane high in the air without her prompting.

"What do you think?" she asked when I had finished with both the article and the podcast.

"Sounds risky," I said with my usual skepticism and apprehension of dangerous activities.

"So is driving to your mothers," she said referring to the accident we'd had driving to Maine.

"You lobbying for opening up our marriage?" I asked.

"Just thinking," she replied. "We both like sex. You're always panting around Julia like a puppy in heat," she said.

"She's a friend," I said.

"She is a friend you'd like to crawl in bed with," she said with a knowing smile.

"Am I that transparent?" I said.

"As a picture window," she said laughing. "Any masturbatory fantasies featuring Julia?"

"Rarely," I said.

"Daily?" she asked.

"Oh, no," I said. "Not more than two or three times a week."

"You're so horny," she said with a laugh.

"You?" I said.

"Well, Jake Carter does make my panties wet," she said candidly.

"So, you want to?" I asked.

"I want to read more," she said, "and talk to some people. Carly and Josh have been swingers for a year," she said, giving information I was unaware of.

"After church?" I asked sarcastically.

"Don't be hateful," she said. "They're more liberal than you'd think," Claire said. "I'd like to ask her about it, from the female perspective. If it was his idea, or hers, or mutual. I am curious," she said.

"Possible?" I said.

"Possible," she said with a grin, nodding.

"That's what I love about you," I said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You don't make a decision without researching it," I said.

"Most people are notional. They get a notion and they do it. You, you want to know facts, details, information: Other people's ideas and experiences. You are a wonder," I said.

"Well, thank you," she said. "I like to know what's best. "What do you think?"

"I think you ought to talk to Carly," I said. "See what she thinks. I'll go on the web and see what others think. Find out about the statistics, the realities, the thoughts of experts."

Claire called Carly and asked to talk with her about something we have been considering. "You curious about swinging?" she asked, clever enough to guess correctly.

"We're looking into it," she said. "We're curious about what your experience has been." They spent the afternoon discussing it, having coffee and Claire asked questions and listen to Carly's answers.

"She claims it brought them closer together," she told me when she returned. "She thinks it made them more honest with each other," she said. "Said before, she would be attracted to someone and never felt secure enough to tell him. Now, after they started swinging, she will tell Josh if she finds some guy sexy, even will say, 'I'd like to try that out.' He knows I like fucking and will be honest with me about who he is attracted to," Claire said Carly had told her.

"You find any other literature on the subject?" she asked.

"I did," I said. "They said it can engender unconditional acceptance of one another."

"Love without conditions?" she said.

"A few warned about jealousy. Said people involved in swinging need to be secure and confident of themselves," I said. "One study showed a lower divorce rate among swingers than the general population," I said. "They didn't speculate about a reason, just reported the statistic. Not that swingers don't get divorced, but not as many as the rest of us."

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I think you're getting interested," I said.

"Maybe," she said with a smile. "I could see myself doing that. You could try to get to know Julia better, like in a Biblical sense." She smiled at me, as if she could read my mind, which evidently she could.

"And you may have to wring your panties out. They might get swamped in a deluge," I said. "Want to try swinging?"

"You?"

"I could be persuaded," I said.

"Especially if Julia is there," she said.

"Especially," I said.

"Carly gave me a number to call," she said, taking her phone out of her purse.

"I say we do it," I said.

"You betcha," she said with a grin. "You be okay with that?"

"I will if you will," I said.

"If Carly can, I can," she said.

"Call that number," I said.

Claire called. They said they would send an application, need references, personal data, and--surprisingly--photographs. "I guess they don't want ugly swingers," she said. "I wonder if we'll be disqualified on that basis. Wouldn't that be the shits," she said, using a word I hadn't heard from her in years.

"Shits?" I said.

"A kick in the head," she clarified.

We got our papers filled out, signed, our pictures selected, and our whole packet sealed, and we mailed it off to the swingers' group with our credit card number for the membership fee. It only took a week to hear back. Of course, they said they'd love to have us as members. I guess that proves we are not an ugly old couple.

The first weekend we had available was two weeks away, and we made plans to spend it at the swingers' manor house. When the day came we drove to San Fernando Valley in two hours and arrived at the estate at just passed noon. We parked in the parking lot behind the building and went around to the front. There was a ten foot high fence all around the premises and a double wide gate in front of the place with a speaker-phone next to the gate.

After we announced ourselves, and someone buzzed the gate and it swung open. There was a pleasant young woman dressed in a kaftan to meet us. Her name she told us was Mary and she called us by our first names as if we were old friends and welcomed us to Sandstone Manor. As we walked through the grounds there were small groups of people on the grass among the trees and they were all nude.

Everyone we passed greeted us warmly. We followed Mary to a locker room where she assigned us one and gave me the combination. They had kaftans for us if we wanted them, but since we are both comfortable with nudity we just held them after getting undressed and putting our clothes away and our valuables in a safe connected to the locker.

She then led us to the office for an orientation interview. She explained to Claire that Mercy Fucks were discourage and explained what that was. "You don't fuck anyone you don't want to. Don't feel obligated, just because you're asked to have sex with someone you are not attracted to. It is your choice and 'no means no.' If anyone doesn't accept that, please let us know."

She smiled. "There are no water games here, and same-sex activity is entirely up to the individuals. You do what you like, not what you are coerced to do. Our rule is consent is essential for both parties, and group activities are allowed but all parties must agree. Are there any questions?" she said.

"Do we have sleeping quarters?" Claire asked.

"That is our next stop," Mary said with a smile.

Before showing us our quarters, however, she showed us to the library, the group room, the singles room, and the dining room. Then she led us up the stairs to the sleeping quarters. Standing in front of our stateroom she said, "Each unit has a combination lock since you won't have pockets for keys. Your combination is your birthday, so you should not need to write it down."

We thanked Mary, unlocked our door and tossed our kaftans on the bed. She told us she hoped we enjoyed ourselves and left. My wallet, Claire's purse, and my car keys were in the safe connected to the locker. We were also given towels to carry with us to sit on. We kissed, took a big breath, and went to meet the other members.

In the meeting room we introduced ourselves and chatted with friendly people standing around in groups of three or four. One fellow in particular seemed especially interested in Claire and he introduced himself as Julian. He was tall and athletic, with brown hair and broad shoulders. He said he was a lawyer and worked and lived in San Jose with his wife Gwen, who he introduced us to. She was an assistant principal at a high school in San Jose, and was extremely attractive, looking very much like a porn star standing naked in front of us.

"You would be surprised how many educators are swingers," she said. She turned to me. "My husband is extremely taken by your wife. He just may steal her away if you're not careful," she said. I could see that Claire was happy with his interest and she told me she may dance with Julian.

Gwen asked me if I was interested in seeing the jacuzzi and I nodded. Julian put his hand on Claire's ass and led her to the dance floor and Gwen and I started towards the pool area. The jacuzzi had nearly fifteen people in it and a few of them were kissing. Two couples were actually having sex, and the others were simply chatting, leaning in close to be able to hear over the sound of the bubbles and water jets.

Gwen and I found an unoccupied space and sat side by side. She asked me how long we had been swingers and I told her about an hour. She smiled and leaned into me. "We will see to it you are happy you came," she said. Without hesitating or asking for permission she put her lips on mine and kissed me. It was a warm and friendly kiss that said "Let's fuck," in no uncertain terms.

"Forgive me if I am being too forward," she said, but I put my hand on her naked breast and assured her I wasn't concerned. At the same time her lips were touching mine, her hand was gripping my already growing cock.

One thing I worried about was not having anyone interested in me at the club and Claire being the center of masculine attention. I knew she would attract interest, but I worried I would spend the time in the library trying to forget I was not being seduced by throngs of beautiful swinger wives. I needed not to worry, however, and Gwen was seeing to it I felt welcome.

After we left the jacuzzi we heard music and headed in the direction it was coming from. In the meeting room a group of naked people were sitting at the fireplace with instruments singing bawdy songs and entertaining couples listening and doing prurient things to one another as they did. The songs were wonderfully sexy, and celebrated lizards running up women's legs, delighting them for awhile; men with famously big equipment, big as tree limbs; and women who serviced whole communities with their sexual talents.

As we sat and listened, Gwen put her hand on my thigh. One of the people playing and singing was Julian, playing a banjo and sitting next to Claire, who had a hand on his leg as well. We listened to them sing for over an hour, then when the songfest broke up the four of us sat together and talked about the music.

It seems Julian collects and records bawdy songs. He has sung and recorded over a thousand songs, mostly Calypso tunes from Jamaica and throughout the Caribbean. He began singing and collecting bawdy songs in college, which, he says, had something to do with their getting into extramarital sex. It led them to talk and think about sex in a whole new way, they explained.

Both Claire and I were interested in the music, although she had an obvious attraction to the balladeer. They invited us to their house to listen to music, with an obvious possibility of carnal activity between songs. We accepted enthusiastically.

On our way home we talked about our new friends, swinging, and our new family arrangement. "I like them," Claire said.

"I do too," I agreed.

"Especially her oral ability?" she said.

"That too," I said, pleased that we could be so open about sexual matters. "You seem to get along well with Julian," I said. She nodded and smiled.

"He keeps my attention," she said.

"He probably is pretty good orally, as well," I said.

"Very good, yes," she said. "He carries a tune nicely. His humming is incredible," she added.

"Gwen hums very well herself," I quipped.

"The sexual puns are starting to take over," she said.

"Okay, enough," I said.

The next time we were with Julian and Gwen it was at their house for music and sex, although the sex came first. Without pause, Claire went with Julian and Gwen led me to a guest room that had an enormously large king-sized bed that dominated the room. In no time, she was humming a tune on my instrument that had it standing to attention immediately. Then she let my instrument play a sonata on hers.

I pushed into her repeatedly as she knelt on the huge bed with her breasts swaying with each of my thrusts into her very wet and quite warm pussy. After fifteen minutes of intense fucking, Gwen came with a shout that probably echoed throughout the house. I was fairly sure that Claire and Julian could hear his wife climaxing in front of me. As she came she let her head hang loose and her body shook.

With her pussy still puffy and red, and very wet, I played a tune on that harp that had me standing to attention sooner after climaxing than usual. I dined on her banquet and had her clitoris for dessert. We sagged on the bed like wet rags and were asleep before my penis was completely flaccid. I woke up to Julian and Claire standing at the door smiling, and Gwen sitting up naked beside me.

We went to their kitchen and had lasciviously indecent cheesecake with strawberry sauce and whipped cream. The conversation ranged between good sex and bawdy songs we loved. When we decided to try swinging, we didn't expect to find such marvelous friends.

We also realized that Carly was right, open sexual relationships did help you be more honest and direct with your mate. I had never been dishonest with Claire, but since the swing weekend I had felt more comfortable about even feeling sexual thoughts that didn't involve my wife. Being unconditional with her about sex let me feel even more comfortable with my own. The online article about open sex had hit it on the nose. It was liberating to let go of monogamy as a religion and enjoy life unrestricted by old fashioned rules and dogma.

We have now been committed swingers for five years. Claire sees Julian at least once a week and Gwen and I sleep together about as much. They decided to move closer and bought a place in Pacific Palisades. She got a job in our area, and he transferred here with the same law firm.

Claire has two other intimate friends she sees on a regular basis, and I visit a friend from work every couple of months. Yes, I now spend time with Julia in my bed or hers. We still attend swing parties regularly and consider ourselves devoted swingers. Swinging doesn't cure cancer, but it sure adds a lot to a person's life if you will allow yourself to let go of old ideas about fidelity and love.

Commitment has to do with far more than just sex. Knowing yourself means understanding your needs and your ability to accept another person's necessities. Releasing yourself from the tyranny of jealousy will give you so much more to enjoy out of life.