Reluctant Swinger

[LoisLove]

Having read a number of others’ stories here, I get the impression that many of us arrived at the lifestyle by very different routes. Coming from a very conservative Episcopal Midwest family, swinging was certainly never on my list of priorities or even on my bucket list. I married Robert with the very conventional expectation that we would be monogamous, raise a family, grow old together, monogamously. Shortly after we were married, I realized that this was a naïve and unrealistic expectation. Robert had come from a very different background, his parents had been very open about swinging and had even encouraged Robert and his sister to experiment with sex together, which they had done. Not long after our honeymoon, Robert called from work one on a Friday to tell me that we had a "hot date" that night and that I needed to be dressed in my short red dress, his favorite, and ready to go out at 7 that evening.

Always the dutiful wife, I got ready as instructed, got my hair done, redid my nails and even bought new heels in my excitement for our date. I was surprised when Robert got home and introduced me to Anton, one of his co-workers, a handsome man, about our age who Robert introduced as the company's newest accountant, recently hired and new to our area. He said we'd be going out to dinner at 'Four Oh Nine' a very upscale restaurant across town that had live music and dancing. When Anton excused himself to use the bathroom, Robert whispered to me that it was my responsibility to make sure Anton had a wonderful evening. I nodded and told him that I'd do everything I could to make sure that he did though at that moment I didn't really understand what he was telling me.

Robert made us Manhattans and handing them to us said that he would be the 'designated driver' for the evening but that we should enjoy ourselves. We sat on the couch and drank them before Robert refilled out glasses and said it was time to go. He had Anton and I sit in the back of our car and as he drove we drank, talked and laughed. He had also grown up in the Midwest though had moved around quite a bit since college and had a wonderful sense of humor making me laugh a lot at his jokes.

At the restaurant, Anton jumped out to open my door and help me out of the car like a real gentleman. He took me by the hand and led me inside while Robert parked the car and soon we were all sitting close together in a dark corner of this lavish restaurant. Robert ordered us each another Manhattan and I tried to object as I was feeling tipsy after the first two but he insisted. I had a few sips when the band started up again and Robert suggested that Anton and I dance together. Anton again took my hand and led me to the dance floor where he took the lead and I followed. He held me very close and I could feel his thigh pressing between my legs as he skillfully moved us around the floor in time with the sensual music.

As that song ended, I moved to pull away from him thinking we'd head back to the table but he held me tightly against him and bringing his lips to my ear whispered that I was even more beautiful and much hotter than Robert had told him while they were talking about me at the office. He said he was really looking forward to our "being together" later and before I could ask him what he meant, the music started up, this time a lively tune and we were dancing again.

After that, the evening was kind of a blur, a light but very good dinner, another Manhattan, possibly 2 more, then we were driving home. I must have been pretty drunk by than but I'm pretty sure I heard Robert encouraging Anton to kiss me. I remember, I didn't resist or maybe not much anyway and we kissed there in the dark back seat of the car. I remember holding him close and feeling his sensual lips on mine, then our tongues dancing eagerly together as his hands moved over the contours of my body before beginning to unbutton my dress.

He peeled the top of my dress down over my shoulders and began feeling my boobs still covered by my bra. It wasn't long before he'd unfastened that and slid it down so that I was essentially naked from the waist up. I vaguely remember the lights of a passing car illuminating this unfolding lewd scene in the back seat and seeing Robert's expression as he watched us in the mirror while he drove. I mostly remember his wicked smile.

The next thing I remember is being helped out of the car, up our front steps and into our living room. Then Anton and I dancing close, not sure when my dress completely disappeared though at some point became aware that I was dancing with him wearing only my panties and red heels. Not sure one could really call it dancing at that point as I vaguely remember being held in his arms and kissing passionately while he felt my naked boobs with one hand, felt my ass with the other and we swayed to the music. The next thing I recall is laying underneath him on our couch, completely naked, my legs wrapped around him while eagerly he fucked his big cock in and out of me for what seemed like hours making me cum over and over before he came too, filling me with his hot sperm. At that point, I became dimly aware that Robert was there too and I remember looking up to see him with our camera in his hand.

The next morning, I woke up in our bed, Robert was already up and out, Anton was not there. I thought back over the evening and cried thinking about the shameful things I had done with Anton. Later, Robert returned in exceptionally good spirits, telling me how proud he was of me and excited to show me photos he had taken. I cried even more when I saw the pictures, being fondled by Anton, fucking with him on our couch, close ups of his white semen dripping from my pussy, the wet spots on the couch, his cock in my mouth and his semen all over my face and dripping from my chin onto my breasts.

I didn't realize it at the time but the photos were the beginning of a photo album that Robert was happy to create, an album documenting my sexual encounters with others that he has since arranged. As I said earlier, I never wanted to be a swinger and still don't consider myself to be one rather I'm doing my best to be a good wife for Robert, keeping true to my wedding vows.

[burllleee]

Oh you are being a good wife Lois, damn, what a woman and what a hot story.
Do you remember if hubby fucked you that night after Anton had shot off in you?
I'd love to see those pics.
Please keep posting, thanks

[John Skolte]

I agree with burllleee, Lois. You are definitely being a good wife. A VERY good wife.
I would love to join the parade of men lucky enough to be in Robert's photo album.
I remember a time, sooo many years ago, when I gave my wife a fucking just like the one you say Anton gave you. Even though I may not be capable of doing that anymore, I sure would like to. Besides being extremely pleasurable to do, it also gives one an incredible sense of power to make a woman experience so much pleasure. And in my book pleasure is what it's all about.