The First Time couples introduction and first experience in swinging.

The First Time couples introduction and first experience in swinging.

The cool air washed over my body as I stepped out of the shower When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the cooler air had

caused my nipples to harden. I ran my fingers over my nipples and felt a quick jolt of pleasure flow through my body. Was it the cool air, or the excitement

I had felt all day, or for that matter all week! Tonight was to my husband

Bill’s and my first visit to a an off-premise swing club located in a city

close to where we lived.

Bill and I had been talking about investigating the swinging

lifestyle for months. We had picked up several swinging contact

magazines and read what little information other magazines had printed

on the lifestyle and had finally decided to take the leap and find out what

it was all about.

As I stood looking at my body in the mirror, I recalled the one

single event that had finally motivated us to go further than just talking

about it. It came when a couple we had been friends with for years, Tom

and Nancy, admitted over drinks one evening two weeks ago that they had

been in the lifestyle for several years. They went on to say that they did

not discuss it openly with many of their non-swinging friends because few

were open-minded enough to accept such an alternative lifestyle. Bill and

I smiled at each other when we heard that remark, remembering the few

times we had discussed such things with close friends and the shocked

looks we had recieved from them as a result.

When I heard that remark, I tried to keep from being surprised by

their admission myself. Tom and Nancy had been good friends but I

would never have thought they were swingers. While both quite

attractive, they did not look anything like what I thought “swingers”

would look like. Their wholesome good looks reminded me more of the

local PTA organizers than a couple involved in this kind of lifestyle.

When I made a remark to them about that, they smiled and said that the

people in swinging were a cross section of society: rich, poor, young, old,

beautiful, not so beautiful, and everything in between.

Tom and Nancy went on to explain that swinging was not right for

most couples. In general, they said, many couples did not have the

communication skills necessary for such a lifestyle. Besides that, most

couples could not handle such things as jealousy and performance anxiety

common in many beginning couples. They went on to say that it takes a

very special couple to handle the unique emotional and relationship

issues of the lifestyle. They explained that many couples try to get started

in the lifestyle for all the wrong reasons. Those couples that were usually

the happiest, and most successful, did not get started in swinging to fix

something wrong in their relationship, rather to make it better by adding to

it.

Tom and Nancy further explained the positive effect swinging had

had in their relationship. How they felt closer than they had before, the

increase level of excitement that it brought to their “private”, as they

called it, sex life, and the close friends that it had brought into their lives.

As the evening wore on, they said that it was clear that we had some

interest in swinging and that if, after discussing what we had heard, we

wished to explore it further, to let them know and they would help us meet

some other couples in the lifestyle.

Discuss it we did! It seemed that was all we talked about for the

next week or so. Finally, one night I came out and asked Bill if he wanted

to go ahead and find out more, to take Tom and Nancy up on their offer to

help us. The answer was the an enthusiastic yes, as if there was any

doubt, and I have to admit my level of enthusiasm was at least as great as

his.

A phone call to our mentors, Tom and Nancy, quickly followed, and they suggested we accompany them to an off-premise social club, The

Chariot, that swingers attended on weekends. Nancy explained to me that

it was a low pressure atmosphere that we would enjoy. It would give us

an opportunity to meet some other couples without any pressure to

participate in any way. She assured us that if we decided that the lifestyle

was not right for us that we would have a good time and they would enjoy

our company. We agreed on the following Saturday and made plans to

meet them for dinner before going to the club.

The phone lines burned between our house and Tom and Nancy’s

during the following week. It seemed as if we had a hundred questions to

ask. All of them were answered with the paitence of a couple of old pros

at the swinging game. Nancy explained to me one evening, after I had

apologized for all the questions, that our questions and concerns were

typical, and expected, and that there was no reason to apologize for

anything.

One question in particular had me concerned, as silly as I admit it

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was, what to wear? Nancy suggested a shopping trip and we hit the malls.

Her suggestions were quite valuable and I finally began to feel like I was

ready for this expedition into the world of swinging.

Meanwhile the phone lines were not the only thing burning. The

sheets of our marital bed were a little toasty as well. Our lovemaking had

not been this intense, or frequent, since our honeymoon. We wondered if

this was what Tom and Nancy were talking about. When I mentioned it to

Nancy during our shopping trip, she simply smiled and said that we hadn’t

seen anything yet, wait until we experienced the “after”, it would be even

better than the “before” that we were now going through.

I smiled to my reflection in the mirror, recalling that comment as I

continued my preparations for our night out. I applied my make-up, using

a little more than is usual for me, fixed my hair and began to get dressed.

I couldn’t help but occasionally rub my still hard nipples or slide my hand

across my ass and slightly excited pussy. The combination of excitement

and nervousness was running rampant through my body as I got ready.

When I was finally done I checked myself in the full length mirror

in our bedroom. Not bad for a 34 year old mother of two, I said to myself.

The outfit that Nancy and I had so carefully planned was a total success, I

thought. I was wearing a a black silk teddy with sphagetti straps and a T-

back which prominently displayed my firm, medium sized tits. I had

topped off my outfit with a miniskirt, garter belt and hose, and 4 inch

heels. I had wanted to have a sophisticated yet naughty look and I think

the outfit had achieved those expectations to the fullest. I especially liked

the way the silk rubbed against my breasts and kept my nipples hard,

raising the fabric like two little tent poles on my chest. The silk of the

teddy also rubbed sensuously against my freshly shaved pussy. I also liked

the way my legs looked perched on top of the heels. I had never owned a

pair of “fuck-me pumps”, as Nancy called them, always thinking of them

as impractical, but I was very happy with the image now before me. I put

on a jacket and went to go find Bill downstairs and see if he was ready to

go.

When I joined him downstairs I was a little surprised. He had

discarded his glasses in favor of the contacts he rarely wore and was

wearing some tight slacks that nicely outlined the contours of his ass. He

had chosen a black T-shirt that was wrapped around his well proportined

chest and trim waist and had topped it off with a raw silk jacket. Very

delectable, even if he is my own husband of 11 years.

When he saw me, I could see the surprise on his face also. My shopping

trip with Nancy had been a big secret so he had no idea about what I was

going to wear. That look told me it had definitely been a success. There

was raw lust in those eyes, the kind of lust this outfit was intended to

create. It was clear that I might need to reconsider my wardrobe and re-

evaluate the household budget to do some more shopping, especially if

this was the result.

Bill swept me into his arms and kissed me and I said, “I take it you

like my outfit.” Of course I knew the answer, especially as I felt the

stirrings in his slacks.

“I love the outfit, you sure you want to go out tonight, we might

want to stay here and have some fun by ourselves,” he said as he playfully

squeezed my nipple.

I felt the electric sensations shoot from my breast through my

body, “I know that wasn’t a serious question, I know how much you have

been looking forward to tonight,” I replied. “Besides, who says we can’t

have some fun when we get home tonight, if you’re up to it,” I countered.

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse. In that case let’s go,” he

replied.

We met Tom and Nancy for dinner at a restaurant close to The Chariot.

Over a great dinner and a couple of bottles of wine we discussed what we

could expect later. The wine helped settle the butterflies in my stomach, but only

increased my level of excitement and anticipation. We were finally going

to do it! I had to keep reminding myself that we were only here to check it

out, but I couldn’t help but feel that much more was in store for us before

the night was over. Bill and I had discussed the possibilities and had

agreed that we would kind of go with the flow. We had, after it was

suggested by Tom and Nancy, worked out a system of non-verbal signs to

let each other know what we thought about whatever situation might later

develop.

We felt like we had talked everything out and were going into this

experience fully informed and prepared. At least that was what we told

ourselves. I must say that Bill was very supportive of me, and had made it

very clear that if, at any point, I felt uncomfortable that I should let him

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know and we would make a polite but hasty retreat. From what Nancy

had told me, that would probably not be necessary, however, the support I

got from my husband did make me feel a lot more secure in the decision

to attend tonight’s festivities.

Besides the support I was receiving from Bill, I got the definite

impression that Tom and Nancy were going to be keeping their eyes on us,

making sure everything went well. The fact that we had a couple of

veterans to hold our hands was very reassuring to both of us. And besides,

I thought, as I admired the couple sitting across from us, I wouldn’t mind

a little hand holding, or whatever needed to be held, from them. I had on

more than one occasion admired the bulge in Tom’s slacks, wondering

what pleasures might be hidden there. Nancy’s stories of Tom’s sexual

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prowess had resulted in more than a few fantasies on that topic. And from

what Nancy had told me of her discussion with him about me, the feeling

was definitely mutual.

As my view moved over to Nancy I couldn’t help but think about

what it would be like to be with another woman. Nancy made no secret of

the fact that she was bi-sexual. She claimed that many, if not a majority,

of the women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual. Our shopping trip and

frequent phone conversations in the last few weeks seemed to have drawn

us even closer than before. I thought back to the clumsy adventures I had

shared with a roommate in college, but this was different, very different.

Nancy was a mature, experienced woman who I was sure could teach me a

thing or two. I caught myself staring at the ripe expanse of Nancy’s

cleavage, my mind lost in her accounts of their swinging experiences,

including more than a few about some of her female lovers.

Before I knew it, dinner was over, the plates had been cleared

away and we prepared to be on our way to the next phase of what I had

come to think of as the “The Great Expedition.” It had become, after all,

an expedition not only into the world of swinging but also an exploration

of the limits of our own sexuality.

During the short drive to The Chariot, Bill and I talked excitedly

about what we could expect to find at the club. Tom and Nancy had given

us a full run down, but the level of excitement and expectation was

overwhelming. When we arrived, Nancy took me inside the dark depths

of the small club while Tom and Bill paid the cover to the doorman. We

quickly found a table and caught the attention of a cocktail waitress and

ordered a round of drinks. When our husbands joined us, Nancy asked me

to accompany her to the ladies room.

I couldn’t help but check out the other people at the club as we

walked towards the ladies room. Even though it was still early and no

where near full, I could see that Tom and Nancy’s description of the

couples in the lifestyle were definitely accurate. I saw an older couple

that reminded me of some friends of my parents. In another corner I saw a

young couple, he looked as if he could have been a college football player

and she had the fresh good looks of a cheer leader. Every other

combination and permutation of humanity was represented by the

customers of the club.

I told Nancy of my observations when we entered the ladies room

and she simply smiled, as if to say “I told you so.” We also discussed my

first impressions as we freshened our make up and chit chatted a little.

She told me how pleased she had been with the results of our shopping

trip and how handsome she thought Bill looked as well. She assured us

that we would be a great hit with the other couples tonight. Without

thinking, I turned to her and kissed her and then thanked her for all her

help and support.

She returned my kiss and said, “We’ll see how tonight goes then

we can discuss how you can thank me properly,” a lusty smile on her lips.

I felt my pussy throb as I contemplated the possible meaning of her

comment.

We returned to our table and rejoined our husbands. I couldn’t

help but watch the other people in the club as I sat sipping my drink. My

mind wandered as my eyes absorbed the sights around me. I was

particularly engrossed by the sexy dress of the women. The club was

quickly filling now and we had a good view of the entrance and I checked

out each couple as they entered. The dance floor began to become more active

and the DJ responded. The music became more sultry and sensual. Dance styles which emphasized full body contact seemed to be the most popular as the evening progressed.

A slow blues song came on over the sound system and Tom asked

me to dance. I quickly accepted and we were soon embracing on the

dance floor. Tom’s lean, strong, swimmers build felt good as he led me

around the dance floor. I could feel the firmness of my taut nipples

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pressed against the hardness of his chest and the bulge of his cock against

my own crotch. As Tom turned me I saw Bill and Nancy dancing across

the floor from us. Her large breasts spilling from her top and pressed

against his chest. I sudden thrill of excitement shot through me when I

felt Tom’s hand slide from my waist to cup my ass.

I had to admit the feeling of this man’s arms around me felt

deliciously good. If dancing with him felt this good and aroused me this

much, what would it be like to have him in bed, I wondered. As I

pondered this thought and realized my pussy was becoming moist with a

dew of excitement, the song ended and we went back to the table.

As the night progressed we continued to drink, dance, and laugh.

Several of Tom and Nancy’s friends stopped by and we were introduced to

them. A few stopped and would enter into longer conversations with us

and I got the feeling that most of these people were genuinely friendly,

open people. The kind of people I would like as friends, I recall thinking

at the time.

I danced to several songs with both Tom and Bill. When dancing

with Bill we would get the opportunity to talk for a few moments alone

and do a quick status check. “What do you think so far, are you having a

good time, what did you think of him or her,” etc., seemed to be the topics

of most of these discussions. As the night went on we seemed to really

relax and have a good time. These people, and especially our friends Tom

and Nancy really put us at ease and made the entire experience more

enjoyable for both of us.

At one point, the DJ announced it was “girls dance”, and Nancy

quickly grabbed my hand and led me to dance floor. I was quickly

surrounded by Nancy and a few of her female friends that I had met earlier

in the evening. These “cluster dances” seemed to revolve around a bump

and grind technique that had me extremely hot. I recall the sensation of

my hard nipples pressed into the pillowy flesh of Nancy’s breasts while

she humped my increasingly wet pussy on her thigh. Meanwhile, Nancy’s

petite, and up to this point I had thought of as demure, friend Jill was

pressing her crotch into my ass and occasionally squeezing the firm globes

of my ass. Needless to say, it was a very exciting dance, and it reminded

me how hot and sexy these women were. They had all seemed to check

the prim and proper ladylike attitudes, that society has expected of them,

at the door. And to be honest, I was glad! I certainly had. The horny

little bitch in me was beginning to blossom and I was both shocked and

happy by this revelation.

I looked over at the table, and saw Tom and Bill intently watching

the events occurring on the dance floor. During the brief glance I got of

them I noticed that both seemed a little shocked as well. I’m sure my

husband was surprised that his darling wife had turned into such a hot

number.

When the song was over I kissed Nancy, and we found ourselves

locked into a passionate kiss in the middle of the dance floor. The funny

thing was that no one else seemed to notice. I guess it wasn’t all that

unusual, considering the make-up of the crowd. I also noticed as we

walked back to the table that there was a large wet spot on the hose on

Nancy’s thigh. Oooops!

The lady’s dance seemed to be the signal, because everything

seemed to get wilder and wilder. The only rule seemed to be to have as

good a time as was legal. We were in “public” after all. The limits were

definitely being stretched. I saw several couples kissing and making out

on the dance floor and at the surrounding tables. While I wasn’t nearly

drunk, the alcohol had had its effect on me and I joined in as much as I

could. Several of Nancy’s friends came over and asked us to dance, both

individually and as a group and we frequently ended up in tight clusters on

the dance floor.

Nancy signaled me to join her for a “potty break” and we headed

off for the ladies room. When we entered the relative quiet of the

restroom, she informed me that we had been invited back over to Jill and

her husband Ben’s house for a small party. Would we be interested? She

went on to explain that Jill and Ben were old friends and great lovers and

we would also be joined by another couple Tina and Jim. We had met

both couples during the course of the evening and had shared several

dances. I told her that I would discuss it with Bill and let her know.

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