I must have heard a million conversations from single friends who have girlfriends about how utterly hot their girl's friends are and how torturous it is when there's too much booze and too much flirting. It always ends with the guy making an indecent proposal and one or both girls totally abashed that he would suggest something like that. A few of these are very close friends who know about my extramarital activities and of course they ask the question: How did I do it?
The formula is very simple…and if you figure it out from what I write here please clue me in because I are very unsmart when it comes to see-duck-shun and flirting. Out of the bedroom I may be the worst swinger ever, seriously. I have never had that gift for charming a woman right out of their panties to any degree. In fact, if my wife weren't the smartest woman alive I may still be single looking back going “She liked me, for real?”.
I love my wife very much and when she came to me to confess that she had a fantasy of being with another woman I totally supported her. I have never been the jealous type. A girlfriend in High School once commented to me that her male buddie's girlfriend dumped him for begging her for a blowjob on his birthday. I told my girlfriend she should give him a birthday blowjob since the ex was being so bitchy about it. Naturally my selflessness did not go unpunished (like I said, women are the delicious eighth wonder of the world to me).
I told my wife that she should explore it, but I wanted no part of it. I was not willing to share her with another man at the time, but had to concede that a woman may offer my wife something that I could not. She took her time and after a few months she found a candidate. I dropped her off at her playmate's house and went home with a raging hard-on. The excitement and tension made it almost unbearable, but eventually she returned home and I ravished her thoroughly. It wasn't long before my “no threesome” rule was put to the test (as a reward for being a good hubby and doing the dishes)…I should not have given my penis veto power. We all make mistakes though (passionate, wild, sweaty mistakes).
We then began to talk about couples, but we couldn't find people with the right physical chemistry. After a relocation to South Florida I enrolled in school and met a very tasty and wild lady in my algebra class. We even took her to a swing club, and unintentionally discovered amazing chemistry with her. We hadn't meant to turn her into a playmate, but there she was trying to suck my wife's ribs up through her neck before they finished the first drink. That evening, a drunk and obnoxious guy helped us put the brakes on and give the whole thing some thought. A few weeks later, the question of who gave a better blowjob arose and as I was the only judge in the room, I volunteered. It was another unicorn we had all to ourselves (Bear in mind I have no idea how any of this happened, I was simply a victim of circumstance).
We eventually did have a threesome with another guy. It was mediocre for us, traumatizing for him and ended with the unfortunate faux-pas of him offering a handshake to my wife saying only “it was nice to meet you”. There is just no way to elaborate on that story without it being at the poor guy's expense so I'll give it a pass. Suffice to say it showed me that I could be ok with my Misses sharing her kisses, I could even find it hot.
We got to California and found a scene that was perfect. We were like the Goldilocks of swingers: These swingers aren't hot enough, these swingers are too rude, but these swingers are juuuust right. We have fallen back into Eden and I'm fairly sure there's no turning back for us. So from not wanting to take part in threesomes to sitting at the edge of a pool last summer with two eager tongues meandering over the shaft of my cock (neither of whom I was married too) it has been a fun and interesting ride. If you are asking how I got my ticket I have no idea. It just magically appeared one day and I had the courage to strike out on the road less travelled and that has made all the difference.
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Great story!