"I'll be late getting home tonight, I have to close," she lied to her husband over the phone, he, a thousand miles away, literally, on a business trip.
"Not the first time," he remarked, use to her closing schedule at the upscale Steak House where his wife tended bar.
"Still coming home tomorrow?" she asked him.
"No, I was going to tell you," he replied, "It'll be the day after...delays with the contract wording," he further explained.
"OK, I'm off that night and the group would like a party that night, if you'd be up for it," she said to him.
'The Group' were several couples with whom she and her husband swapped spouses and fucked. They were swingers; he's watched her fuck many other men, watched her suck-off many other guys. 'The Group' wanted a fuck-party the night he got home.
"I'll be up for it," he teasingly replied.
"Oh, yeah, I know you will," she repled with a smile on her lips. He would, he'd be up for it. He liked the fact that they were swingers. She did too, she liked fucking other guys, and gals, fucking while he watched, or fucked somebody else.
"Gotta go, got to get ready...see you in a couple of days," she said, ending the call.
Locking her door behind her, she was soon on the road for the twenty minute drive to her job. Oh, she was working tonight, but, the lie was that she wasn't closing. No, she had switched shifts with her other bartender, she had plans for her evening, after work.
Her plans called for her to find a bar, find a guy, or guys, and to fuck him (them) for a very long time. Yes, she and her husband were swingers, but, this, this was different. This was the sex that her husband didn't know about. This was the sex that she had on her own terms, whatever they might be at that moment. This was about the sex, and her sexual partners, being hers and, hers, alone.
She wondered why she was wired like that. She had never been able to be faithful; not to her first boyfriend, not to her first husband, or the many boyfriends before she met, and married, her now, husband. Her first boyfriend took her cherry when she was fifteen. She was fucking his best friend, behind his back, the following week.
Her first husband? She fucked his best man on the day before the wedding, and on many other days, after the wedding. They were caught and she was divorced.
Her current husband? She's the one who first brought up the idea of trying swinging. He didn't fight it, gave it a try (again, her idea of a MFM threesome), liked it, and neither of them looked back after that first time.
But, still, she cheated, she thought to herself as she drove to a bar across town that she knew of. It was slow at the Steak House and she was able to leave much earlier then she had thought.
Definitely the excitement of cheating had a lot to do with it. The adrenal rush she got when she was on one of her 'quests' to fuck someone. That feeling was almost as good as her orgasms.
