The amazing thing I learned as a husband is how people change over time in unexpected ways, or maybe just reveal a hidden side of themselves that even they didn’t know was there.
When I married Kelly, I thought I knew all I cared to know about her past before we met. It was enough for me to know that she was steady and solid as a rock. As my wife, she has not been a disappointment. For six years we shared a monogamous relationship that produced two adorable children, a boy and a girl, and our sex life was all that a man could ask for.
Shortly after celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary, we became friends with a slightly older married couple, Kip and Erin. They had just moved into a house down the street from us, and as they seemed very nice and compatible, we started doing things with them socially.
On Labor Day they had us over to their home for a backyard barbecue. We played badminton before pigging out on juicy steaks and cold beer. We all had a good time, but little did Kelly and I know that we were being discreetly sized up for social activity of a different variety.
Kip broke the ice when he got me alone as the celebration was winding down. He seemed a bit nervous, not sure about how to say what was on his mind. Then out of the blue, he blurted it out.
“Your wife, Kelly, is a babe,” was what he said. “I would really love to screw her.”
I laughed, waiting for the punch line.
“Do the two of you ever talk about branching out?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I was puzzled.
“Doing something daring with another couple. Like letting me have a night alone with your wife, while you maybe pair up with mine.”
I reeled as it hit me that he was not joking. “Look,” I said. “Kelly and I are pretty open-minded, but we’re both quite content with each other, okay?”
“Sure, but if you’re open-minded, that leaves room for trying new things, right?”
“I don’t know what to say, Kip,” I said truthfully. “You’ve taken me completely by surprise. Does Erin know about this?”
“Of course. She’s all for it.”
I shook my head. “This is coming at me unexpectedly,” I said.
“Well, I’m sorry if I’ve shocked you,” Kip said. “I’m not trying to pressure you, and I hope I haven’t offended you. If I have, I’m sorry, and we can just forget this whole conversation.”
“I’m not offended,” I said. “But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t commit to something like this without discussing it with Kelly.”
“Of course. Talk it over with her. Then let us know if you’re interested.”
I didn’t know whether to mention this conversation to Kelly. I had noticed how Kip looked at her before, but had thought little of it. I was used to men looking at her with testosterone pouring out of their eyes. It was a trip to have a wife who had such an intoxicating effect on the male sex. But Kip coming right out and suggesting a wife-swap was something new.
Kelly and I were getting ready for bed when I decided to tell her. She looked stunned.
“He said that?” she exclaimed. “He actually said that to your face?”
“ ‘I would really love to screw your wife.’ Those were his exact words.”
“What did you say?”
“I thought he was making a bad joke. When I realized he was in earnest, I didn’t know what to say. I said I would have to discuss it with you.”
“Are you interested in his offer?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, baby,” I said. “I’ve always been happy being monogamous with you.”
“Well, me too,” she said. “But don’t you ever get nostalgic for the days when we were single? The affairs, the one-nighters? Those were exciting times, for me, anyway.”
“You don’t seem to be bothered about Kip wanting to fuck you.”
“I’m not. It’s flattering for a woman whose single days are behind her. And anyway, he came to you and laid his cards on the table, instead of sneaking around behind your back to try to get me into bed. That shows a kind of honesty, and even a respect for our relationship.”
I was baffled. Instead of being shocked and indignant, Kelly was calm and rational, and was taking Kip’s side. I didn’t doubt her love for me, but maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did.
The next day Kelly called Erin and invited her to lunch. The two met at a local diner, where they talked for over two hours. When I asked her if the subject of spouse-swapping had come up, she matter-of-factly told me that it was all they talked about. But when I asked her to elaborate, all she would say was that it was girl talk.
Could Kelly actually be giving serious consideration to this idea? I wondered. I was not above temptation, and the thought of fucking Erin was not repulsive. She was about ten years older than I was, but had a very nice figure for a woman pushing 40. I may even have fantasized about it once or twice, but fantasy was something I could safely enjoy without misbehaving. My marriage was what I cherished most, and I would never endanger it.
Over the next few days I noticed that Kelly was being extra nice to me, the way she sometimes was when she was buttering me up for something she wanted from me. Then one night in bed, after we fucked, she snuggled up to me and made the pitch.
“Erin called today and invited you and me to join her and Kip for cocktails Friday night,” she told me, adding, “I accepted her invitation.”
“You know what they expect from us, don’t you?” I said.
“We don’t have to do anything we don’t wish to do. If it doesn’t feel right, we can have a drink with them and then leave.”
“What if it does feel right?”
“What are you afraid of?” Kelly asked.
“You’ve decided you want to give this thing a whirl, haven’t you?”
“What’s the harm in checking it out?” Kelly said. “If we find out it’s not for us, we’ll move on, but at least we’ll have had the experience.”
So, with some trepidation, but also, I have to admit, a sneaky kind of excitement, I caved in and gave my consent.
On Friday Kelly arranged for our children to spend the night with her parents. We dropped them off, and then drove home to get ready. Kelly put on a racy tight-fitting silk dress with a hemline at midthigh. Then we drove to the cocktail lounge where Kip and Erin awaited us.
Kelly promptly took the seat next to Kip, while I sat next to Erin, who was dressed in a ravishing fuck-me outfit.
“Glad you guys could make it,” Kip said, grinning.
“Look,” I said. “We’re just here to have a drink or two. It doesn’t mean we’re committing to anything else.”
“Of course, we all understand that,” Kip said. “It’s just that Erin and I like both of you, and we like to give our friends the chance to share our exciting lifestyle.”
“Sexual experimentation, you mean?”
“Sure. Didn’t you ever do wild things when you were young and single?”
“I did,” Kelly said. “I remember one time in college when I had a date with six guys.”
I perked right up at this startling disclosure.
“Six guys?” Erin exclaimed. “On one date?”
“Oh, please tell us about it,” Kip put in.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a date,” Kelly explained. “Six guys from the dorm were planning an outing at the beach. I asked if I could tag along, and they were happy to include me. I loved being the only girl surrounded by six cute guys, any one of whom I would have gone to bed with. Well, we got drunk and started acting silly, and at one point I bragged that I could smoke a cigarette with my vagina. They thought I was pulling their legs. One of them dared me to prove it. He was taunting me, so I surprised the hell out of him when I stripped naked and lay down on a beach towel with a cigarette and a lighter.” She paused. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” she asked teasingly.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” Kip said. “What happened next?”
“Well, I lit up the cigarette the usual way, then tucked it between my pussy lips. The guys gathered around, staring down at me as my pussy smoked that Camel down to its butt. The guys all had bulges in their shorts, and one of them was stroking his boner. That got me excited, and I told them I wanted to see them jerk off. Two of them had to be coaxed to join in, but eventually all six knelt in a circle around me and pulled down their shorts, showing me six gorgeous penises. One of them was exceptionally well hung. Then, right there in broad daylight, they all began whacking their meat. When they were done, I had dick milk splattered all over me, and I loved it! So that’s my story,” she finished. “Is that wild enough for you?”
“It makes my top ten list,” Kip said, laughing. “Wish I’d been there to see it.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me about that, Kelly?” I spoke up.
“It was a long time ago, before you and I ever met.”
“I’m learning interesting things about my wife’s past,” I said. “I had no idea you were ever so adventurous.”
“She’s just not shy about sex, right, Kelly?” Kip said.
“No, I’m not. I never have been.”
With that Kip casually laid his hand on Kelly’s thigh, below her hemline. To my surprise, she lightly stroked his hand with her fingertips, signaling approval of his advances, and leaned toward him in a way that openly shouted, “Fuck me.” This was how she had responded to me when she and I had first begun dating. Now she was behaving the same way with another man, and she was doing it right in front of me, as though I weren’t even there.
A minute later Kip leaned over and gave Kelly a kiss on her mouth, at the same time sliding his hand down her spine to give her ass a lingering squeeze. Kelly responded to this by moving closer to him until their upper bodies came together as they kissed openmouthed. My God, I thought, couldn’t they at least wait until we left? Were they going to fuck right there in the lounge, with a few dozen customers for an audience? Indeed, they were now drawing stares from across the room. As I was about to say something, Erin spoke up, saying, “Kip, perhaps we should take this outside, don’t you think?”
Breaking the kiss, Kip now stood up, took Kelly’s hand, and led her outside. Erin and I followed them into the parking lot.
“I’m going to take Kelly for a drive,” Kip announced. “We’ll be together all night. You okay with that, good buddy?”
“Go have a good time with her, Kip,” I said with a forced smile. “I’ll keep your wife company.”
“Erin won’t let you get bored.” Kip grinned. “I guarantee it.” He and Kelly climbed into his car and drove off. I led Erin to my own car and drove to my place.
Once there I took her coat and poured us a couple of drinks. I felt the electricity building between us, and soon we began touching, fondling, and kissing. After a minute I took her hand and led her into the master bedroom. For a moment I felt a bit funny about fucking Erin on the same bed where Kelly and I had conceived our children, but Erin soon made me forget about that as she sank to her knees, unzipping my fly and taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked until I spurted, filling her mouth with creamy white stuff, all of which she swallowed without hesitation.
After that we undressed and fell onto the bed. My erection soon returned, and I mounted Erin, stuffing her cunt with my cock and pumping away until my second load of sperm flooded her pussy. She was different from Kelly—not better or worse, just different. But she was fuckable with a capital F, and she knew how to wiggle her ass as my pole sank into her twat. Her body continued to excite me, and we had sex several more times during the night.
The next morning Erin and I walked down the street to her house, and I went in with her. Kip and Kelly were in the kitchen, finishing breakfast. Erin and Kelly went upstairs, leaving Kip and me alone. I felt a little awkward, but Kip seemed perfectly relaxed.
“Man, you are one lucky guy to be married to Kelly,” he said to me. “She really knows how to relieve a man’s tensions.”
“If you mean she’s a good fuck, I already know that, Kip,” I said, somewhat testily.
“Yes, of course you do. And I’m sure you had a good time with Erin, too.”
I had to admit that I had.
When Kelly came back, she and I walked home.
“Did you have a good time with Kip?” I asked her.
“He didn’t disappoint me,” was her reply. “Actually, he’s quite good. He’s hung like a horse, and can go all night. And he knows how a woman likes to be touched by a man.”
“Well, then I guess you won’t be needing me anymore,” I said bitterly.
“Don’t be silly,” Kelly chided. “And don’t be jealous. You’re an even better fuck than he is, and you’re the one I love. Don’t forget that.”
This made me feel a little better. Also, it was hard to resent her being with Kip, considering how much I had enjoyed myself with Erin. So when she told me that Kip had suggested we get together again the following week, I told her it was all right with me, if that was what she wanted.
So on the following Friday, the kids spent another night with their grandparents. This time Kelly and I walked down the street to Kip and Erin’s house. I was expecting to swap partners again, and take Erin home with me for a night of fucking, but when we got there Kip suggested a foursome instead.
“I don’t think so, Kip,” I said. “I’ve never fucked with people watching me.”
“Oh, come on, you party pooper,” Kelly chided. Her tone was playful, but I could see that the idea excited her. “Doesn’t it sound nice and cozy, the four of us together? It does to me.”
So I gave in. We went into the den, where they had everything prepared, including fur-lined throw rugs spread out on the carpet, with soft pillows for comfort, and a warm fire ablaze in the fireplace.
Kip suggested that we watch some porn to get us in the mood, and for the next 10 minutes we watched an X-rated video on the DVD. I sat with Erin, who soon began to rub my crotch, which did a lot more than the porn to get me aroused. Across the room, Kip had his hand up Kelly’s dress. She was moaning and panting as he felt her up, slipping a finger into her pussy. He tugged at her panties, pulling them down her legs and off, then quickly relieved her of her dress and bra. Erin and I now began to undress each other, and soon all four of us were naked. Kip clicked off the video.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked. “All four of us at once, or one couple at a time? I prefer one couple doing it while the other watches.”
“That sounds good to me, too,” Kelly said.
“Okay, who wants to go first? Tell you what, I’ll toss a coin, and whoever loses goes first. You call it, Kelly.”
He dug a quarter out of his pants pocket and tossed it up. Kelly called heads, and heads it was.
I took Erin by the hand. “I guess you and I get the honor of going first.” I smiled.
Kelly sat on the carpet, snuggling in Kip’s arms as Erin and I climbed onto the couch. Erin immediately took my cock into her mouth and gave me head, then swung around, still sucking me as she positioned her ass over my face. My fingers clawed her ass cheeks as we feasted on each other’s genitalia. She stopped before I erupted, then mounted me as I lay on my back. Guiding my cock into her pussy, she rode me, rocking back and forth, occasionally raising her body until my cock nearly fell out, then sinking back down until I was fully sheathed in her cunt again.
Kelly watched breathlessly. I clutched at Erin’s ass as I felt myself losing control, then knifed up into her as my sperm gushed into her pussy.
When I was emptied, I glanced over at Kelly, who sat transfixed while fondling her own breasts. Kip lifted her chin, kissing her on the lips. “We’re up next, beautiful.” He smiled. “Let’s you and me show these two amateurs how to do it right.”
“I’m ready,” Kelly said, and she bent down to give him head. A strange sensation gripped me when I saw my wife for the first time with another man’s penis in her mouth. When he was hard, he pushed her onto her back on the fur-lined rug, then spread her legs and went down on her. His head bobbed as he licked her pussy with long strokes, from her anus to her clitoris, while his hands fondled her tits. From Kelly’s throat came the gasps and moans of passion that I knew so well. She was in sheer ecstasy.
He moved up to mount her in the missionary position, and her legs wrapped around him as he penetrated her. His vigorous strokes caused her tits to quiver like two mounds of gelatin with each thrust. After several minutes of slamming into her, he moved up again to straddle her chest, positioning his penis between her breasts.
With a moan, Kelly pushed her boobs together, forming a tight sleeve for his cock as he titty-fucked her. Suddenly he went rigid as ropes of semen spurted out to arch through the air. He sprayed her face liberally with jism, a few droplets landing in her hair. As a blob of come gathered at the corner of her mouth, her tongue slithered out to lick it in.
As I gazed at my naked and panting wife, her face streaked with semen, I unexpectedly felt myself getting stiff again, in spite of my recent orgasm with Erin. To my surprise, my head was pounding with lust. It was a strange moment of truth. I had let myself get dragged into this because Kelly had wanted it, or so I had told myself, but when the sight of my wife’s lovely face soiled with another man’s come gave me a hard-on, it was like a psychic breakthrough. I moved to her without a word, and she smiled at me as I spread her legs and jammed my dick into her wet and very slick pussy.
Kip then reached for his own wife, and for the next several hours the four of us fucked and sucked almost constantly, switching partners back and forth as the whim struck us, and experimenting with all kinds of positions and combinations.
Finally we were too exhausted to fuck anymore, and Kelly and I gathered up our clothes and got dressed.
“Well, what do you think of this lifestyle now?” Kip asked me as we got ready to leave.
“Well, it sort of scared me at first,” I admitted frankly. “But I have to say it’s starting to grow on me.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Kip smiled. “Erin and I know some other couples who are into this scene. I’d like to throw a party and introduce them to you two, if you think you’d like that.”
“That would be lovely,” Kelly said, smiling.
So Kelly and I have now expanded our circle of friends. Some of the couples we met turned out to be assholes, but others proved to be very nice people, and they are the ones with whom we continue to party, sometimes swapping spouses, sometimes getting together for group sex. And we have never been happier.
I started this letter by talking about how people change in unexpected ways, and I was really talking about myself. I have acquired a voracious appetite for swinging and swapping, and it never would have happened had it not been for Kelly’s bold curiosity and her willingness to explore new territory, while still continuing to be my loving wife. Now Kelly is pregnant with our third child, who is due this coming summer. I guess I am one of those lucky men who truly does have the best of both worlds.
—C.L., San Rafael, California