A Bump in the Road – A Swinger Party Goes Bad

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It had been a long time since I had cried, but I was crying then. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I drove Anne and I home from our first swinger party. Not exactly the state I had expected to be leaving in.

Our first swinger experience was just a week ago. So, we weren’t really sure about the party. We decided on one basic thing. Ask the other person before anything happens. A few hours into the party Anne had been receiving a lot of attention, which isn’t surprising. So a man asks her if she wants to “make out.” Anne asks me, “Can I go in the other room and make out with him?” At the time we were standing in the kitchen, I was a bit hesitant but I said, “Sure.” After all, what is the big deal if she goes in the living room and makes out with this guy?

I continued to chat with the people we were talking to as Anne leaves the room. A few minutes later it sounds exciting in the living room. I follow the crowd that way. As I scan the room I don’t see Anne anywhere. Now I am a little concerned, but she can take care of herself. I continue to chat and whatnot. Then someone says, “Where did your wife go?” That was it. I needed to find her and I needed to find her now. It was a three level house. So, I went downstairs first. Nope, nothing there but coats and shoes. Then I headed back all the way up to the bed room. Nope, nothing there but a naked guy on top of someone on the bed. Not knowing what to do or where she was I went to look at the sex toys on display. Only then did I realize that the naked man was on top of Anne. He is starting to go down on her and she looks at me and mouths something. In shock I simply gave her the come here hand gesture and said, “We need to talk.”

Anne and I escaped to the bathroom. We started to talk and I basically turned into an emotional train wreck. I was one hundred percent not okay. I was upset, but it wasn’t focused at Anne or the guy. Anne had basically, in my mind, taken the one rule we had, ask each other before anything happens, and ignored it. Three major things stand out as crossing the line we agreed to when I said she could make out with him. One, upstairs to the fuck room was most definitely not the other room. Two, he was totally naked. Where the hell did his clothes go? Three, her underwear was off. In my perfect world, she would have stopped and questioned what was going on at those three places. Instead, she seemingly completely and utterly disregarded the agreement. In my mind, it ceased being the other room when they went to the room people go to fuck in. It ceased being making out when he got himself totally naked and again then when he removed her panties. They were so far past the line we had agreed on I was in shock.

As we are talking in the bathroom the man knocked, stuck his head in and apologized. I assured him he had done nothing wrong. I still felt like an ass, but when you are the on who is throwing the flag on the field I suppose that is to be expected. I kept running it through my head. What would have happened had I not walked in the room right then? Anne assured me she would have stopped him, but how can I take her word at that having already in my eyes broken our agreement. I wanted to believe her with all of my heart. After a long while in the bathroom we decided to make our exit from the party. A good call as I had been on the verge of crying for a while now.

As soon as the car door shut it hit me like a truck. We drove home in silence as I steered the car down the road through the tear blurred vision. We talked for a long while that night. It is the next morning as I write this and I sit here and wonder. I wonder, is this all worth it? I wonder, is it time to take the next exit off the road to Swingtown? After all, the relationship between Anne and I takes precedence over everything else, always. She won’t disagree. I know she will be saddened but she will agree if it is what I need to do for us. I wonder, am I overreacting? She didn’t do anything we haven’t done before, but still my trust, the very base of our relationship, has been rattled utterly and completely. I don’t want it to break and bring the whole thing down like a house of cards. I am totally lost. I have no idea what to do or how to proceed. I never expected it to be this hard. I didn’t expect it to be an easy journey, but this… this might be more than I can handle.

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An average suburbanite barely into his 30s, Jack has recently begun a more exciting secret sexy life with his wife, Anne. These experiences have led him to preach the gospel of sex positivity and safer sex to anyone who will listen.