Chapter 21

 

The new boy in school always gets attention from the girls simply because he’s new. The same applies to the new girl, but from the boys. 

The same applies to the new couple in the swinging group because they are new.

And young.

And hot.

And interesting.

Gwen and I expected the new and young thing because Barbara and Jeremy, along with Ainsley and Charlie, had warned us.

But there was a message board and internet chat that Silk Sheets used so couples could hook up outside of regular events. 

I had never been called hot and interesting by anyone in a romantic or sexual way, my wife and Lissa excluded. We were also getting called young which felt strange because we didn’t exactly feel young even though we really weren’t yet middle-aged. 

It was a rush when multiple couples were contacting us inviting us out on dates (with the understanding there was definitely going to be sex) and more.

Joining a swingers’ group was the best decision Gwen and I had ever made.

We had a plethora of invitations to choose from. The problem was that we had to balance our sex life—our swinging life—with our actual family life. Our kids.

We made a decision. We’d do the once a month large swinger parties. And we’d do a couples’ date one weekend a month in addition to that. The other two weekends were for our kids.

That was our intention.

But we also left open the door the possibility of sneaking off whenever we needed.

We were lust drunk, but that was fine.

We’d deal with the problems as they came up.

 

Ann and Andrew weren’t exactly the typical swinging couple. They were in their late forties, which made them among the youngest of Silk Sheets, but still a decade older than us. Andy was a nice guy, and extremely tall. Six foot seven. Handsome but his black hair was well on its way to gray.

Ann was pretty and of average height. She was also Japanese. 

I was hesitant. Gwen was eager. 

We went to their place for dinner. Their house was big, not mansion big of whoever’s house we were at for the Silk Sheets party, but big nonetheless. The dinner was great. It was like we were meeting people of a like mind. Mostly the talk focused on jobs and “how did you meet”, but eventually Ann made a joke.

“I just want to thank the two of you for not pointing out the obvious.”

I blanked. “What’s obvious? Because apparently I’m oblivious.”

“The nickname we hate,” said Ann.

Gwen poked me in the ribs. “C’mon, dear. Childhood dolls and all that.”

I stared blankly at her.

“Is he just being polite?” asked Andy.

With a sigh Gwen said, “No. He’s really this clueless. Raggedy Ann and Andy.”

“I don’t get it.”

“The dolls and stories from literally a hundred years ago?”

“Oh. That’s a real thing?” I asked.

Gwen looked embarrassed. “My husband, ladies and germs.”

Ann was rather happy. “I’m thrilled he didn’t make the obvious joke. The number of times I’ve been asked to dye my hair red just because my husband’s name is Andy.”

“I’d have to dye mine red too,” Andy said.

“You wouldn’t look good as a redhead,” I pointed out. “Either of you.”

“Thank you,” said Ann. “So I guess you have a fetish for Asian women?”

Her question was accusatory. 

“Uh…”

“He doesn’t,” said Gwen, “but I do.”

A smile played on Ann’s lips. “Really?”

“We had to exclude a few couples because they objectified Ann,” said Andy.

“Over-objectified,” said Ann. “I mean, I like being seen as a sex object, but only with respect.”

“I can respect the hell out of you,” Gwen purred.

“And my wife has recently come to grips with her Sapphic side.”

“If you ask me—” Andy started to say.

“No one did,” said Ann, not taking her eyes off my wife.

“—all women are inherently bisexual,” he finished.

“I’m starting to believe that,” said Gwen, extending her hand across the table to the other woman.

Ann looked back at her through her almond-shaped eyes. “I’m not bi, but I’ve had sex with a lot of women.”

“Want to increase that number by one?”

I looked back and forth between the two women. They were literally eye-fucking each other. 

Andy managed to catch my eye as the women interlaced their fingers. “Ann really hit that sexual plateau at forty. Things have been wild ever since.”

“It sure has,” said Ann as she got up from the table and pulled Gwen along with her, continuing to hold her hand. “I’m not bi but my husband likes to watch me have sex with other women.”

“Is that okay with you, man?” Andy asked me as he followed behind the women. I got up from the table, not bothering to conceal my erection inside my pants because no one was looking and no one cared.

“It’s fine. It’s great.”

By the time I caught up to them, Gwen was in the process of removing the green dress that Ann had been wearing. I was shocked—and I shouldn’t have been—to see that Ann was naked underneath it. I had guessed she was braless based on the cut of the dress, but no panties?

That was the world I was living in now.

Gwen and Ann kissed after throwing us men a quick, sly look. They went to the large bed that was low to the ground. Glancing around I figured this had to be the couple’s actual bedroom. I was pleased at being invited into such a personal space after having barely met them.

It was Gwen who was the aggressor. I loved that. She had her pants on but she and Ann had removed her top and bra. Ann went to her back and spread her legs, letting my wife eat her out.

“When did your wife figure out she was bi?” Andy asked me softly, not wishing to disturb the women.

“Uh…we had a threesome with a…with a friend and that was the start of it.”

He nodded. “Ann claims not to be bi, but she is. Maybe she doesn’t want to admit it to her parents and brother, but I’ve seen her eat so many pussies.”

I was watching my wife eat Ann’s pussy right now. I noted how Ann’s pubic hair wasn’t removed. Hell, it was barely trimmed or shaped. Her hair was fine and glossy black. There wasn’t much of it, but it was obvious from the shape it was all natural. For just a moment I was jealous of Andy, but then I remembered I was into blondes like my wife.

Actually, I was into every type of woman.

Her tits were much smaller than Gwen’s and topped with little brown nipples. Gwen briefly lifted her face from Ann’s heaven and said something that made Ann giggle. 

“What?” asked Andy, unable to hear them either.

Ann made a happy little noise and fluttered her eyes. “She says I’m so wet that Shane is going to cum the moment he slips it into me.”

I glanced at Andy. “Is it okay if…?”

“Sure, dude. That’s why we invited you here.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a chest so devoid of hair he had to have waxed or shaved it. “Same with Gwen?”

“Yeah.” I was nervous about stripping even as Andy unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. 

I had to look. His cock wasn’t fully erect but it was hard. It wasn’t any bigger than mine, which made me relax.

“I want Shane to cum in me,” Ann called from the bed. 

Gwen broke off from her cunnilingus. “Same for me from Andy.”

I didn’t move. “I don’t have a vasectomy,” I informed them.

Ann met my gaze. “That just makes it hotter.”

A minute later the women were side-by-side on the bed on knees and elbows. They were holding hands. Andy was already behind Gwen, his cock in hand. I paused in my undressing to watch him slip it in her.

Gwen groaned. “Oh yes, very nice cock.”

To watch his manhood be swallowed up by her pussy was all my cock needed to get rock hard and ready for Ann. I was dripping precum when I noticed something between Ann’s buttocks.

For just half a second I thought that maybe Ann had lost control of her bowels.

No. 

She had a buttplug in her ass. It had a green gem for the base.

I blinked. This seems like it would have been something she would have mentioned up front. 

As Andy started fucking my wife, Ann looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.” I got on the bed behind her and next to Andy. She guided my cock into her wet slit. Gwen had been right. She was sopping wet. I could feel the strange bulge of the buttplug in her ass as I moved my cock in and out of her. 

It was thrilling to be fucking another woman alongside another man as he fucked my wife. I couldn’t decide if this was perverted or not, or if it was something that should have been normalized between friendly couples hundreds of years ago.

The sex was good. Great even. 

Andy encouraged me to finish inside Ann. I went first. She had been half right about me not being able to last a second inside her lovely pussy.

Andy came inside Gwen with a great deal of straining and grunting. I wasn’t sure if he was putting on a show or if that reaction was normal for him.

As soon as he was done, Ann rolled Gwen to her back and got between her legs. 

“No one gets to keep my husband’s spunk in her pussy,” she said before going to town on Gwen’s pussy, sucking her clit and slurping up Andy’s leavings.

Later, when we were all spent, we were lounging on the bed, resting so we could have a second round of sex, when Andy asked a few questions about my job.

“I know a guy who works in your department. Ralph Marston?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, he’s my boss’s boss.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you.”

I chuckled. “What. You’re going to tell him I fucked your wife really well and I deserve a raise?”

Andy nodded. “Yeah. Something like that.”

I swallowed hard. I think Gwen gasped. “Please don’t do that. We need to be discreet.”

With a shake of his head, Andy said, “Ralph used to be part of Silk Sheets. He’s not really active any more. But he knows how tough it can be to get ahead in the world. Discretion is the byword. Don’t worry about it.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I guess this is networking.”

Ann spoke up. “Some of the older couples use Silk Sheets as a social club. They drink, they talk, they do whatever. They don’t have sex. We like sex. But networking is a nice bonus.”