"Guys, I'm not breaking up with you, I just, I just need some space." We were driving, Cassie's call had come through on loudspeaker, and clearly Cassie was trying to let us down gently.
Cassie was the woman my wife Tabby and I fucked regularly after we began having sex with people outside of our marriage. Together we learned so much about how to share, how to manage when not everything goes as you might have planned, and how to enjoy letting go and letting lust flow. She was also our first experience of developing an incredibly close bond with someone through sex, and here she was putting an end to it.
"Cassie, is there someone else?" Tabby asked, and we both laughed out loud at the script we were following so precisely.
"Well, now you mention it, yes - I am seeing a new man, and his name is Jason. Normally I'd love for you guys to meet him, but - well, I think I'll keep our recent history just between us."
I thought it was entirely understandable, not every new partner would be cool about wild sex and debauchery. But I realised very quickly that our new found love of fucking other people was going to take a bit of organisation and hard work if we were to continue.
"Don't you worry about us, Cassandra, you reformed little slut, your secret is safe with us. And also, don't think about you and I doing 69, or about Karl and I tying you down and making you cum with a vibrator and a feather." Tabby was laying it on thick.
"STOP! I think I may need to look after myself and then go and meet Jason's parents. You two are the best. And the hottest. It's not over, so can we just.....press pause?"
"We might be busy that night" I said, and I received a warm chuckle from Cassie for my efforts.
"Go with grace, Cassandra, and bring him over to the dark side. Byeeeeeee" said Tabby, and shortly after the call disconnected.
We looked at each other, both of us feeling a little sorrowful despite how supportive we were with the decision.
"Well, fuck!" Said Tabby.
"Beautifully said, Tabitha." I concurred.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Tabby didn't wait for me to answer. "It means you are going to have to get online and find us someone to fuck, because I'm not ready to stop just yet."
"It's a big job, but I'm up to it. I'll throw the line out tonight and see what I can reel in."
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It was harder than I thought. Some people had photos 15 years out of date, some couldn't spell, some wanted to do stuff we weren't into, and some were just not a four way match. Also, some people who looked ideal lived a very long way away from us.
We tried to reconnect with Marina and Max, the couple who had seduced us into the world of sharing, but distance and schedules meant that didn't happen.
One night while we were lying in bed, I stumbled across the section of the site where people could advertise for quick hook ups. The idea of a random, risky hook up would usually seem utterly distasteful, but all of a sudden it seemed absolutely ideal to desperate souls like Tabby and me.
We found a couple saying they were in town for one night, and I responded. The messagiong that followed was fine. The photos were fine. The hotel they suggested meeting at was fine. The wine that Tabby was knocking back like it was water was better than fine.
"Tabby, we're meeting them for a drink, nothing more, just relax" I said.
"You know it's not just a drink! It's a drink with people who want to fuck us, Karl. Do you know how crazy that sounds?" In fairness, she had a good point, so I allowed her to get ready for our date and take courage from the bottle at the same time.
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Thom and Petra. The names should have warned me off. But they were attractive, and engaging. The wine flowed, the conversation flowed, and before we knew it we were having a perfectly pleasant time. They were no Max and Marina, but they were confident, engaging - and easy enough on the eye.
We told them about our indoctrination into swinging and they told us of their many years in the lifestyle, and that they liked to play together or alone. If that was their way of signalling their intentions it was missed by Tabby who was well on the road to intoxication, and missed by me because at that moment a call came through on my work phone.
I made my excuses and moved away from the table, and then I used the opportunity to go to the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom to rejoin Tabby and our new friends, Petra was waiting for me. She pulled me by my hand and led me around the corner and into the vacant "family change" room.
And locked the door.
She then rushed me, kissing me hard, forcing her tongue in my mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back slightly, but she had real strength and came for me again.
"My cunt is wet for you Karl, ever since I saw your photo I've been waiting to feel your cock in me. Can you do it now, - can you fuck me please?"
She was like a crazy woman, but despite myself, I was getting aroused. She was reaching into her panties as she spoke, and the scent of her own arousal hit me. She pushed her finger, slick with her wetness into my mouth and together we licked them dry. Without another word she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out, manipulating me to full hardness expertly.
"I'm going to swallow your cock, baby, then you're going to cum deep in my cunt. I'm going to suck you so much better than she can."
Those last words hit me like a slap across the face.
"Pardon?" I asked. My cock had deflated fully. She looked up at me, confused.
I tucked myself in and opened the lock, leaving Petra getting up off her knees looking confused. I made my way back to where we had been enjoying our drinks to find Tabby and Thom were nowhere to be seen. I looked around, seeing no sign of my wife and our new "friend."
Petra caught up with me and tugged at my arm.
"Karl, come on, let's go find the other two, they'll be up in our room."
"Who said anything about going up to your room?" I asked. "Last I heard we were having drinks with you guys, and now......when did things escalate?"
Instead of answer, Petra just led the way to the lift and we rode to the 4th floor in silence. We opened the door and there on the bed was Tabby, dress up, panties still on, and Thom putting on a condom in preparation for imminent penetration of my wife.
"What the fuck is happening here?" I demanded.
It broke the moment, Thom's head shot around to see me approaching the bed, and realised I was clearly unhappy. Tabbly lifted her head drunkenly off the bed.
"Karl, did she fuck you good?"
