It's important to understand that my wife and I are swingers. We've been in the lifestyle for about ten years at this point and I've enjoyed watching her with other men on several occasions (she's enjoyed seeing me with the wives of those men). We were married for about five years before I told her of my fantasy to watch her take or be taken by another man. It was another five years after that before she admitted she'd love it too and we decided to try it out. When we discovered the spark it added to our sex life at home, we kept experimenting and expanding our sexual play until we were attending house parties and hotel parties and swapping with other couples. Each of us had had playmates we enjoyed alone but we never kept secrets from each other. That was one of our rules going in: we never hid anything from each other. No secrets. No betrayals. Complete honesty. Our marriage was stronger than ever and even though we'd been married over 20 years, our sex life was still hot and active.
So you can imagine, it came as quite a surprise to me one evening when my wife (Dana) turned to me and said, "I have a confession to make."
I thought she was teasing me to come up with some sexy story - fictional as it may be - about some random fuck she'd enjoyed. So I joked back, "Okay... go ahead. Gonna tell me how many guys you entertained while I was on travel?"
Her response was serious and I realized she wasn't teasing or joking. "No," she said quietly. "I've been keeping something from you and while it happened before we were married, we've been so open and come so far in our marriage because of our honesty... I just feel like I need to tell you this."
I could see she was nervous and worried and I couldn't figure out why. There was little she could ever tell me she'd done that would upset me in any way, but there was obviously something she needed to share and I wanted her to feel comfortable doing so. "It's okay, baby," I told her. "You know you can tell me anything and I can't imagine anything you could have done that would upset me." I thought about that for a moment. We had very few rules but two of them were fixed in stone: no pregnancy and no disease. Unless we had confirmed a man as clean and cut (vasectomy) he HAD to wear protection for all intercourse. Had Dana broken one of our fixed rules? Was my wife about to tell me she was pregnant or had picked up something we didn't want? Now I was getting nervous. I stayed quiet so Dana could tell me whatever it was.
"Do you remember when I told you that my bachelorette party had been nothing more than some drinking and dancing at a couple different bars?" Dana asked me. I knew she didn't really require an answer but nodded my head. I had heard the story of her bachelorette party many times. She and two of her closest friends had bar-hopped three or four different local bars in the area where she'd grown up. They'd had a few drinks, but not so much as to be sloppy drunk, had danced a lot and had gone home. At least... that's what I'd always been told. Why was she bringing this up now?
"Well," Dana said, "That's not exactly true... and I want to tell you the truth."
"Okay," I said evenly. "I'm listening."
"Please understand," she said, "I feel bad for having lied to you back then and for not having come clean all these years. I was always afraid of what you'd think of me and even after we got into the lifestyle I was scared you'd be mad that I hid the truth at all."
"Baby," I said, hugging her closer, "it's okay. Whatever you did... whatever happened... it hasn't mattered all these years and it hasn't had any kind of negative impact on our marriage. We're fine. In fact, I'm always happy to listen, but I've never known what happened that night, and I still don't need to know. As long as you're okay..." I let my voice trail away. I had given her an out but I desperately hoped she wouldn't take it.
"No," she replied. "I need to tell you this..." And then she smiled. "And I think you're going to enjoy hearing it to be honest..."
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Dana was an athletic brunette in her mid-20s. She had always been athletic, having played sports all through junior and high school and, after having her first child right before her 21st birthday, her curves had filled out a bit more and her chest grew a cup size to a soft C. Her brown hair was shoulder length and matched her brown eyes perfectly. She had always been a bit of a party girl but it had been restricted to drinking and dancing all through high school. The guy she'd first had sex with ended up getting her pregnant at 20 and then bailed out just a week before the baby was born. As a single mom, Dana leaned on her parents for assistance in caring for her son as she worked a full time job and a part time job. It was a rare occasion when she got to go out with friends. She had had just one boyfriend since her son was born but he hadn't lasted. He was okay as a boyfriend and not terrible in bed, but he sucked as dad material for her son and that had to be taken into consideration.
Then she met Dave. He was about five years older than her and had excellent parental instincts. Although he had no children of his own, he'd been married and was now divorced. Dana had met him at her part time job, where he had also worked seasonally part time, and they became friends. They didn't date for quite a while but when they did start dating it got hot and heavy pretty quick. They were on their third date before having sex, but by the time they'd been dating about six months they were engaged and a year later they'd be getting married.