- Brittany and John have been swapping partners for years. That's how the conversation started. Out of the blue, on a Saturday as we were raking leaves on an unusually warm fall morning, my wife of five years carelessly tossed out this valuable information about her cousin and best friend.
- What, I was caught off guard and instantly intrigued by her provocative statement. - Are you telling me you want to do this too? I sat down on the edge of the pile of leaves while Heather gathered them up and put them in a large black plastic bag. - Not with them! Instant reply. - But is that really what you want to do? Taking a sip of water, I watched my nimble wife work.
Stopping, she turned to me. - Have you thought about it? She intercepted the water bottle from me. Neither of us was a virgin before we were married, not by any means. We were both in our thirties and lived full sex lives while we were in college. We didn't connect until later, on a date through Tinder, for that matter. We were both looking for a quick affair with no strings attached, to recover from our respective breakups.
We were both pretty sure of that. Her boyfriend, who she dated for a year, dumped her for his ex, while my girlfriend, who I dated for a year and a half, just disappeared like a ghost one afternoon. I found out later that she had left town with her yoga instructor Lexi. Apparently, they had been having an affair for six months. That's right, Lexi got the best job offer in LA! My ex left me for a woman. I tried to get angry, but I couldn't.
Lexi radiated sex appeal and a feminine magnetism that was irresistible and undeniable. I'd probably run off with her myself if she fell in love and called me out on it. Heather and I lived with our loved ones, but they chose to find their happiness with other people. Once we met, we just wanted to shed the rust and feel the warmth of a body next to us. Five and a half years later, I was very happy that I had made the right move!
We talked about our sexual past and discussed an exchange or possibly a threesome. I was neither offended nor shocked by the topic - it was just time. I guessed that she had been thinking about it for some time. - We could think about going through something wild and colorful before we started ruining my exquisite body with pregnancy and childbirth!
- She said, running her hands over that fabulous body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her behind me onto a pile of leaves. We both laughed and giggled, she fought back, scattering the leaves. I pulled her against me and kissed her, we lay there amongst the fallen leaves. - So, swingers? - I asked. - Yes, Britt had pointed me to a swingers' site where we could find an experienced couple.
She also recommends a trial run before joining any swinger communities or sex clubs. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she shared her research with me Not even sure I want to be in the same house with you when you're with some stud. It's true. I've thought about it before, and I wasn't attracted to the thought of seeing a
Heather with another man's dick. - I agree. - She rolled over on top of me to rub against my hardening package. She knew how to get her way, -I think a lot of people try a couple on a couple first to see if they like changing partners or not. I've already found a couple who are willing to let us both try one-on-one before we make any commitments. My eyes must have popped out of my orbits because she started laughing, looking down at me.
- Have you contacted someone yet? - Of course. Heather pulled out her phone and started showing me pictures of the woman. She was gorgeous. Her brown hair, mesmerizing green eyes, and plump lips impressed me. I leafed through the pictures while Heather talked. - Their names are Greg and Maureen, he is thirty-four and she is twenty-eight. They're not married, but they've been a couple for three years, and in an open relationship almost the whole time.
They met on a fetish app. By the time I got to his pictures, he really was a good-looking guy. They were a sexy couple. - Okay, I'm game if you are. I was actually interested, at least at this point. I pulled down Heather's leggings and we had a little quickie fuck right there in the backyard, hiding behind a pile of leaves. She's as perverted as I am.
I love that woman. Heather said she would make sure to coordinate with Maureen and that they would let us guys know where and when they needed our hard shots. The girls decided to schedule both of our appointments for the same night at a couple of local hotels. Neither of us wanted strangers in our homes, let alone our family beds.
They opted for two nearby hotels, within a block of each other. Greg and Maureen decided to arrive together. Heather and I were going to get there on our own in two cabs. I'm not sure I could have gotten past having to watch her leave me for another man. As the agreed upon night approached, I was both excited and anxious.
So many questions flooded my mind. How would this affect my marriage? There was no doubt in my mind that our adulterous dates would change our relationship. After a night like this, we would no longer be faithful to each other. Would I be able to live knowing Heather had sex with another man? There was something about monogamy that appealed to me.
I'd never considered myself a prude, but I liked the idea that I would be Heather's last lover, just as I had her. Then there was the whole ego thing. What if he has a bigger dick than me? I'm an average size, and Heather never complained, but of course every man has these thoughts about his inadequacy, especially in situations like this. And worse, what if he has a bigger dick and is a much better lover than I am?
He was older than us, and I've heard many women say they like older guys because they know how to treat a woman right We dressed in silence. Heather looked especially good and incredibly sexy. That little black dress she loves so much fit her like a second skin. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thong she was wearing was nothing more than a silk bandage. I watched in awe as she walked down the stairs, pecked me on the cheek, and headed to her car. There was a tinge of sadness in her eyes. She hesitated, as if she was waiting for me to call the whole thing off. I didn't, and she drove off. I watched Heather's car drive away with regret.
I immediately changed my mind, ran home and called my wife. My heart dropped when I heard her phone ring on the kitchen table. She was notorious for forgetting her phone. I didn't know if this time it was intentional or accidental. It could have been innocent, but my jealous mind went dark.
She'd left her phone here on purpose so I couldn't ruin her magical night with Greg. I expected more from the woman I loved. That's all. If she's that into Greg, I'm definitely going to fuck Maureen. Why not? I was sitting at the hotel bar when Maureen walked in. I recognized her immediately. Those piercing green eyes were visible all the way across the bar.
The emerald green dress showed off her breasts in the best way possible. They seemed a little smaller than Heather's. When we greeted each other with a quick kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, I sensed she wasn't wearing a bra or panties either. My soldier stood at attention. I was completely captivated by the vision before me.
We ordered drinks and chatted.
She was flirtatious, touching my hands and laughing at my silly puns. After about an hour, she leaned over and said in a husky whisper, -Why don't we go to our room, baby? This boner you're pushing against me is driving me crazy. I was so ready. As I turned to pay our bill, I caught a glimpse of a blonde woman walking through the door. For a brief moment, my mind played tricks on me.
Heather introduced herself to me. I heard her laugh. I saw the blue eyes I loved to get lost in. I smelled her favorite perfume. I lost my erection. I lost my lust. I lost my drive. What the hell am I doing? I don't want to do this! I want to be faithful to my wife! As Maureen got ready to leave, she noticed that I wasn't following her.
She stopped and looked at me, a question in her eyes. - Are you okay? Did you forget something? You could tell she was completely confused. - I don't think I can do this. - I muttered, stammering. - What do you mean? - I don't think I can sleep with you. I mean, I want to, but I can't. I stood there like a complete idiot.
She smiled, but it wasn't a sexy or forgiving smile. It was a strained, 'what the hell are you talking about' smile. - You just spent an hour rubbing your boner against my leg like some little horny poodle - I know you're so sexy and perfect," I replied stammering, "but I can't disrespect Heather like that. I can't cheat on her.
I'm so, so sorry. - I guarantee that right now Greg's big cock is changing the size of her. I'm sure she doesn't share your concern. Just get your shit together and go upstairs, you got me turned on and I don't want to be the only one here not getting fucked tonight. I just kept looking at her. What a heartless bitch. She had just sunk below the plinth in my eyes. The attitude here was disgusting.
If she was trying to cheer me up and take me upstairs, that was the worst way to go about it. - Maureen, I know this sounds crazy, but I just can't go through with it. It doesn't matter what Heather is doing at this point. This is about me and the kind of husband I want to be. I shouldn't have let it get this far. I can't control her at this point, but I can control myself.
I've decided I can't piss on my vows like this or disrespect my wife. Please forgive me, but I have to go. - I should've known you were a cuckolded wuss. Why don't you just go home and jerk off thinking about your wife being fucked by a real man, you faggot! She took a few steps, then turned to me, -Now I'm going to go find some real cock. Have fun wiping Greg's cum out of your wife's used pussy, kook! And with those words she walked away.
I was glad for my decision. I would have been disappointed in myself for sleeping with such a nasty girl. I watched her leave and ordered a cab. I walked back to the dark, ominous house. It suddenly felt strange being home alone and knowing that the wife you love is now with another man. Knowing that my Heather was cheating on me, could I really blame her? Was she really cheating?
These were the questions I agonized over all the way home. I secretly hoped she would be home when I got there. I'd hoped she'd run away, too. But now I knew the truth. She hadn't. I poured myself a strong Corona and a Coke and sat in the dark, alone with my thoughts and demons. Would she be the same woman I loved when she came home tomorrow? Would I be able to love her knowing what had happened? I found myself face to face with the grandfather clock in the study. I listened as the pendulum counted down the seconds, the minutes, and then the hour. My confusion and regret hurt. I was in darkness when I heard the sound of a car pulling up and stopping in the driveway.
I couldn't believe she brought him to our house to fuck him in my bed! I got even more angry. Then I heard a car pull away. Our front door creaked open. I could make out a muffled cry as a dark figure crossed the hall, heading for the stairs.
It stopped; its head tilted to the side, as if it sensed my presence. It looked straight at me. - Luke? - What are you doing here, Heather? I couldn't help but let a little of my anger out. Then I felt fear.
The situation had gotten to me. Heather came home early and was crying. That bastard must have something to do with her. I stood up and crossed the room. - What had happened? What had he done? She rushed down the landing and into my arms. - Luke, Luke, I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. I almost lost my balance from the jolt. Stumbling, I could barely hold on. Heather tensed in my arms; I could feel her trembling as she clung to me.
We staggered over to the couch where I sat her down, stepped back and looked at her. She was disheveled, and there was an almost defeated nature about her. There was something else too, a small glimmer of relief in her eyes that contradicted the depressed demeanor. It matched my own sense of relief that we were both home. - What happened? I turned on the light and saw that her makeup was smeared and her eyes were red.
- I couldn't do it, Luke. I tried for you, but I couldn't. He tried to get me drunk and make me stay after I decided I couldn't do it. He tried to make me, but I left. -
It's okay, honey, I couldn't do it either. - You couldn't do it? - I could see the surprise in her eyes. - Why, she's so pretty. - I couldn't disrespect you like that. It was a big mistake from the beginning.
- I thought that's what you wanted... - I thought this is what you wanted, Heather. I never wanted it. I only did it for you. I mean, it did sound fun and it was freaking fantastic, but when it came to going through with it, I couldn't. I just couldn't dishonor our marriage like that. - Neither could I. I didn't even kiss him, Luke. As soon as I sat down at the table, I realized that someone else wasn't what I wanted at all. I want to go back there, to the two of us, before I had my stupid idea. I'm so sorry, baby.
She crawled into my arms. Her face rested on my chest and we hugged each other. I couldn't believe how close we had come to destroying our marriage, our relationship, and everything we held dear, just because we wanted to give each other what we thought was in line with the other's desire. It's amazing how generosity can sometimes have unpleasant consequences. I took it as a positive sign; we both respected our relationship so much that even against the arrangement, we couldn't destroy it. We never heard from Greg and Maureen after that unfortunate night.
Today is our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. We are surrounded by family and friends. Our two boys and their families are circulating, socializing with family and friends. I catch a glimpse of Heather across the room. Her eyes meet mine. I smile. She gives me a mischievous grin in return. I raise my eyebrows a couple times as if to ask: "Do you want some?" I point to the empty hallway. Heather walks up to me as I seemingly check to see if the door is locked. I hold the door open. Heather grabs my growing bulge as she walks by and dives inside.... I wouldn't trade the last twenty-five years for anything in the world.
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