This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos.
Welcome to part five of the Laura and Greg epic. Please read the previous chapters of this story. The original four chapters were published in Loving Wives. But as this series is about swingers and group events, it will be published in Group Sex from now on.
If you read the first four chapters, you will catch up on the saga of Laura and Greg; a young upscale couple with two young children whose marriage went off the rails. They and just about all the characters are flawed. If you are looking for good versus evil characters and story, this is not it. Its just a story and they are just people.
As the plot progresses, some chapters will be here in Group Sex and others will fall in different topics according to their theme. So if you like the story and want updates of new chapters, please follow me so you can be informed of new chapter publication.
Finally, if the swinger lifestyle is something you have problems with, be warned. There is depiction of the swinging lifestyle here. In previous and future chapters that theme continues.
To those who are following the story, thank you. More is to come.
I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. I have some in previous chapters that I plan to correct and submit for re-publishing by the admins in the future.
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Laura
I was kissing my husband Greg on my back while getting fucked. Only it wasn't by my husband's nice dick. He was perched next to me as he fucked Sheryl, and her husband Liam was fucking me. Strange eh? Making out with your husband as another man is fucking you? And your husband is fucking his wife? On the same bed!
No. Its not what normal people would be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but we are not "normal" people. My husband and I are swingers. "In the lifestyle," as people in it define ourselves. Its not for everyone. And it took us some time to adjust to this life. It may not be for you, but it was for us and saved our marriage.
It was the first time all four of us had met in the swinger group apartment. Greg and I were "applying" for membership and had to get approval from all seven couples. From all the action with the Beaumonts, it looked like we had their vote locked up. Two down and five couples to go.
As my husband kissed me from above and Liam plunged his dick in my cunt, I realized how much our life had changed the las three months and how blessed I was that I still had a marriage and family. How my husband and I had found an outlet for our sex cravings for others.
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Things for us were changing toward the better. But let's get you caught up on our life; the quick version.
Greg and I were finally talking to about our life and our issues. Not just about the kids and bills, but about our relationship. How much grief and pain would we have saved ourselves had we communicated with one another about our needs and issues? Instead we had resorted to the ways of our families and kept our problems to ourselves. And no communication eventually led to us drifting apart. Eventually to cheating.
Oh, I had a warning by my friend Angela at work to start talking to my husband and then get back to her. But in typical, "I know everything" fashion of modern empowered women, I ignored her advice.
Greg and I drifted with work, kids and obligations to the universe of boring less frequent sex. Sex. At that time I didn't realize how much I liked it and how important it was in my life. Not until I started cheating on my husband with some other men did I understand that sex for me was not about love, but about the fun of it; the joy of it.
But I was cheating, lying and betraying my husband. And worse of all, I was starting to lose myself in it. I became callus and selfish. I convinced myself that I deserved the fun I was having. Yes, the suburban upper middle class princess was entitled to the extramarital fun she sought. That was me. Laura Ryan-Hansen. Cheating slut.
My excuse for starting was lame actually. I saw my husband's cousin and him going to lunch and thought he was cheating on me with a hot brunette. That same afternoon I fucked Steve, the Marketing guy at my job. I was so pissed at Greg, I brought Steve's cum home in my pussy and fed it to Greg when he ate me out. Yeah, pretty nasty. And pretty low.
But it all crashed down on me the day I was introduced to his cousin at Greg's parent's house. Yeah... a brick hit me across the head. I had started cheating on a bullshit reason that I used as an excuse. I never checked if Greg was cheating on me then. I didn't check, because, because I... because without admitting it to myself, I had been looking for a reason. And excuse to cheat. And having my out, I did cheat in epic fashion.
A month after I started cheating on my husband, he began an affair with a woman that was unknown to me. Not that it would matter. I started it all and had multiple men; what if he had just one right? Well, Greg figured out I was cheating on him and cheated on me. I left signs that I was, but he too never confronted me. He too jumped on the chance to fuck someone else. He had his own green light.
We were both so messed up in our thinking. Yes, our moral compass had spun out of control. We were both lying to and betraying each other. We were both on the road to divorce-vile. Sorry for the bad joke. Its not funny when you see the family carnage divorce is to our society. What it does to families, especially children.
Having had time to think about my "condition" at the time, I think I would have found some other reason to cheat on Greg. At the time, I was asking the eternal question of wives and probably husbands of all time. "Is this all there is?"
I needed... No, actually I WANTED the ego validation of men finding me attractive and the fun of them fucking me. The illicit sexual trysts with them were all fun in one way or another. More fun than guilt. In fact, at first, there was no guilt. I was so selfish I didn't care where my cheating was leading me. All I care about was the next fuck and next dick.
Two of those men I had sex with were important than the rest. One was an army veteran trucker I picked up and managed to disrespect with my stupid comments. He got angry and was the first man to fuck my ass. I hadn't given that to my husband yet.
That part should have made me feel guilty, but how I talked to him and demeaned his service was what made me feel low for the first time in my life. Being drunk had been no excuse, because I had not been that drunk. And drinking just lets your true feelings come out. How I had treated the trucker was the source of my first true guilty feelings.
The other man, I will never mention to my husband. He is older and Greg knows him. At a moment of weakness and transparency, Greg got out of me that there was one man that was better than the rest. Just not who he was. I was vague and managed to deflect his curiosity; for the moment. I hoped he would not ask again, but I had a feeling that just as I wondered who the woman was he had the affair with, he would want to know who the special man had been for me.
Yes he had been special, but he was no replacement for Greg. I had never gone to bed with any of them for anything more than the sex. The problem with "That Man" was that he was already known to Greg and in our lives. Everyone in our family and friend circle knew him. To reveal our affair would cause problems; too many problems. Too much pain.
