It started with a simple question.
"What does swinging mean?" I asked.
I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt.
My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.
"What?" he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page.
"I'm surfing the Internet and up pops this ad about swinging. It's clearly an adult ad and," I glanced somewhat accusatorily in my husband's direction, "it's not the first time I've seen this particular ad pop up"
I sat cross-legged and must've looked as naïve as a schoolgirl.
"I delete it every time, but..." I continued. "You really must load some parental controls. Anyway, I've just never heard this word before, that's all."
"Angelina, Baby, you're serious?" Bill asked, now putting down his paper, his broad, athletic shoulders showing beneath his worn-thin college T-shirt.
"Serious as a heart attack."
In so many awkward words, my husband calmly explained swinging to me. He said it was for liberated couples, who choose to share partners, usually with other married couples, to spice up their sex lives. He said sometimes committed couples, once they're settled down and have all the children they want, might decide to indulge in some swapping with one or more other couples, just for fun.
"No way!" I said. "You think that really happens?" My slender, proportionate body tingled with shock, maybe a small amount of excitement, too.
"Yes, I think it happens all the time," he said sincerely. "It's just recreational sex. But I suspect it can only work, if ever, when the couple is truly in love,... when they trust one another implicitly,... and there's no jealousy,... none whatsoever,... and they don't take sex too seriously,... but they both sincerely want the other to have fun."
I laughed with embarrassment, thinking quietly to myself "You want me to have fun, no?"
You see, I am a small town girl from a conservative, tight-knit family. I met Bill through mutual friends and, after a brief courtship, we fell in love and, eight years ago, got married. Our lives together have been happy, but much the same as everyone else we know: early thirties, two small children under the age of six, a cute mutt of a dog for a pet and, after eight years together, straight missionary sex once a week. Don't get me wrong, when I asked Bill about swinging I really was happy and, as unbelievable as it may now sound, I truly had no clue what the word "swinging" really meant. I was in denial and, frankly, I was probably just blissfully happy because I didn't know what I didn't know.
Recently, however, something happened that changed my life with Bill forever. So much so, that I wanted to share my story with someone but, in this small town, I am both too close to too many people and not really close enough to anyone to risk entrusting my deepest secrets with anyone I know. So, when I came across your website and read a few of your stories, I knew I had discovered the perfect way for me to share at least one story of my own.
I work out of my home and make a living as a freelance fashion critic on the panel of a few well-known fashion magazines. While my husband travels frequently for work, I have preferred being a homebody and go out only when I have an assignment that requires me to leave the safe confines of my home. Bill works in the marketing department of a company that sells hospital equipment.
Bill and I are close friends with another couple, Jenna and Dave. Dave works in marketing for a major diagnostic imaging company and, with so much in common professionally, Dave and Bill have become close friends. Since my husband met Dave at a trade show three years ago, the two of them have become thick as thieves and they frequently talk on the phone about their industry's most cutting edge information. Whether in town or out of town, they stay in touch and promote one another to clients.
Dave is taller than Bill, probably 6'1", with an attractive, masculine built. He is well mannered, has a happy disposition and an infectious smile. His wife, Jenna, is an easy going, stunning blond -- 5'6", well-endowed with a voluptuous body. Wherever she goes, she is definitely the head-turner. Because Jenna is so confident and easy to talk to, she and I get along almost as famously as our husbands. And since Dave makes good money, Jenna does not work outside the home, which means she is able to come over to my house from time to time for some quality time when I don't feel like going out.
On occasion, we do accompany our husbands when they travel out of town for business, mostly to sleep in fancy hotel rooms, try on expensive clothes, sip expensive coffee and enjoy our husband's expense accounts. But, mostly, I stay home.
Jenna often came over to borrow DVDs to take home and watch. We both have a sizeable collection of movies, mine mostly classics, hers mostly new romantics, which we freely swap. A few days ago, Jenna returned a stack of old DVDs that she had borrowed. After she returned them, the stack sat unnoticed on a bookshelf in the den for a couple of days before I decided to return them to their rightful spots among my collection. As I ticked through in alphabetical order, I noticed one of Jenna's DVD cases had no title on it.
"What have we here?" I asked myself, with half a thought to set aside the unlabeled DVD until I could ask Jenna directly.
But the children were at school and I was alone with nothing to do, so I decided to slip it in the DVD player and check it out.
As soon as it started playing, I was astonished to see explicit sex scenes of Dave and Jenna flicker across the flatscreen in front of me. It was a compilation, almost one hour in duration, and I couldn't take my eyes off the screen until I had seen the whole unedited production in one sitting.
It started with Jenna lying down on their bed and Dave placing two pillows under her ass. Propped up this way, her perfect little pussy shown like a ripe peach. Dave stepped into frame, sporting a well-endowed cock at least 9 inches long and quite thick. In fact, it looked too long and too cylindrical to be real. Its size made me recall a comment Bill once made that porn stars will sometimes put extenders on their penises to make them look monstrously huge. It occurred to me that Bill could be wearing such an extender, although his tool certainly looked genuine enough. Jenna took it with both her small hands and kissed it. Dave tried shoving it in her mouth, but she could not swallow even half of it. She rotated it in her mouth in a circular motion. Dave moaned with pleasure.
After receiving a bit of oral, Dave got back to real action, he placed his cock on the tip of Jenna's vagina and rotated it in tight circles. Jenna began to moan and push her pussy upwards to swallow Dave's cock in her folds. He teased and titillated her until she could not wait any longer.
"Oh Jesus," Jenna moaned, "Fuck meeeee!!! Shove it in now and fuck me hard."
Honestly, I was taken aback by Jenna's aggressive, explicit pleas. I felt like I knew her well, but I never had heard her talk like that before.
With a bellow, Dave pushed forward, sinking his ramrod deep into her hole. Seconds later, both of them were thrashing and groaning.
The screen flickered to black before switching to another encounter. I sat dumbfounded on the floor in front of the screen, cross-legged as an Indian, my own pussy now awakened, waiting more.
In the next scene Jenna lay on her back on a low table, her legs lifted and held in her hands. Along side her were strewn a bunch of sex toys, dildos of different type, vibrators and an array of other gadgets. Dave's lower body appeared in the scene and his cock crammed its way inside Jenna's tight pussy.
"Sweetie, you think there is place for another one?" he asked. I imagined his winning smile staring down at her.
"Yeah, sure why not?" Jenna beamed.
"Well, which one?" asked Dave?
"You know I would rather have another real one than one of these toys," she admitted.
"Okay, I'll see if I can make that happen for you another day, perhaps," he replied, "but let's just imagine that this is another man's hungry, large cock for now, okay? Look, it wants to fuck you so badly."
