About two years ago my wife and I met through mutual friends a couple with whom we share a lot in common. Rita and Hal were our age; in fact the wives were born two days apart the same year, career-wise we were equally successful, our children were all grown and we were all enjoying the thrill of being grandparents. We got together often as a foursome going to dinner, movies, the theater, and museums together, Hal and I golfed and we all visited each others homes often and the girls would shop and do whatever else it is that women do when they're off together. In short we became good friends.
Hal is 6' with a head of brown hair graying at the sides, weighs about 210 pounds and has a very outgoing personality. He's the kind of person who regardless of any disagreement or argument you may have with him he's always upbeat and is a very difficult person to dislike.
Rita is about 5'3", weighs about 145 pounds or so and has short blond hair that I'm sure she would deny dying to keep. She is also very outgoing but sometimes there's a dreamy-ness about her like she's off in her own little space. You notice this from time to time when she appears to lose focus but she comes back to us in our world in short order. If you watched her long enough you'd notice that she'd sit very rigid at times and at others is quite relaxed. At first my wife and I thought that perhaps she was on drugs or needed them, but in no way was she ever anything more then a pleasure to be with. Much later I was to find out the cause of her "trips".
One evening this past September we were to get together for dinner as we usually did at least once a month. My wife was due back home from a business trip but had called late that afternoon and because of some very bad weather where she was all the flights had been delayed. She'd decided rather than sit in the terminal all night in the hopes of getting a flight later that evening she'd postpone her flight home until the next day and get a room at the airport hotel. She suggested I go ahead and have dinner with Rita and Hal still.
At the pre-arranged time they picked me up at my home and on the way to the restaurant I explained my wife's absence. As we had a late reservation we were among the last of the diners that evening and were seated in a corner well separated from other diners.
After we'd ordered our meal and were having our drinks Hal said "it's a shame Helen couldn't have made it as we had something we wanted to talk to you about."
Across from me Rita sat with a dreamy look in her eyes and a smile playing at her lips and I figured she would be in and out most of the evening.
Hal continued "not often but maybe two or three times a year we invite another couple into our bed. We're very selective and discreet about it and only do this periodically as we don't want a lot of talk about us going on."
I was very surprised by this revelation because in the two years we'd known Hal and Rita never once had anything been said or hinted at that would have led you to believe they were swingers. I like to think I'm reasonably astute and would have noticed if there had been any indication.
Now I know I'm opening myself up for abuse, lectures on trust and fidelity or on my selfishness because of my philandering but as we say in this part of the world....c'est le vie. My wife and I have been married for thirty-plus years and she's been friend, lover, companion, confidant, and for the most part all that I could have hoped for in our travel through life. In fact if you were to ask me who my best friend is, without hesitation I immediately would say she is. Are there things she doesn't know about me? Yes. Certain details of my early life and that I'm bi-sexual come to mind, although I'm sure she suspects the latter. Her suspicions would be based on the countless occasions she's fucked my ass with vibrators, dildos, probes, strap-ons and plugs to my hearts delight. I'm also just as positive there are things about my wife I don't know about. And contrary to what you might think we do have a very good sex life, there's hardly anything that she or I have wanted to try that she's not been willing to at least try once. But the one thing I can't get her to do is swing. I've tried since before we were married to get her involved with it and she's steadfastly refused. She is honestly a one-man woman and I have no doubt of her fidelity and guess I should be thankful. But alas, the same cannot be said about my own fidelity. But I think, perhaps hopefully, that I have had at least tacit approval for my philandering because she's never said anything about "I can't...I shouldn't...I better not..., etc". On that the only thing she's ever said was "don't ever bring anything home".
Getting back to Hal's revelation I said "Hal, I'm surprised by this, in all this time I've never suspected you two were swingers, it's a total shock."
Hal nodded but didn't respond and Rita just smiled at me so I went on "Believe me I'm honored by your invitation but Helen would never be interested." I went on explaining about having tried for three decades to get her interested in swinging and having failed to do so.
Hal nodded and said "I suspected that to be the case but heard from Paul", the mutual friend that had originally introduced us, "that you do fool around. It's a shame Helen won't participate but we'd still like you to join us if you're interested." Going on he said "But let me say this so there's no misunderstandings, Rita's straight but I swing both ways and if you're not interested in that then that's OK as well and you're still invited to join us."
I responded "Not a problem. I'd be happy to join you two if that's acceptable, that is without Helen."
Smiling Hal said "Good, then it's settled." Picking up his glass, Rita and I following suit, he raised a toast "Here's to good times, past and future."
We three repeated "Good times, past and future" as we clinked our glasses together.
Served our appetizers we ate and talked about this and that. Since we'd been seated I noticed from time to time Hal would reach into his jacket pocket but never took anything out. I'd noticed him doing this other times we'd gotten together as well, that he'd place his hand in either his pants or jacket pocket and thought he just had an unconscious habit of doing this.
But now Hal reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small gray plastic remote and looked towards Rita while I watched his finger make an adjustment to the small wheel on the side of the remote.
Turning to look at Rita I saw she had that far-away look in her eyes again and then she closed them, tightly clenched the arms of her chair, went very rigid, bit her lower lip, moaned and scrunched up her face and appeared to be holding her breath. After a few moments she relaxed, sat back, exhaled, opened her eyes and looked at Hal, then me and smiled.
