We met them a few months ago while visiting my daughter and her family. Bob and Amy were a new couple in their neighborhood and were rumored to be swingers. My wife and I had more than a few dalliances with others in a group setting, such as threesomes and moresomes, but never actually swapped partners away from each other.

It was a long-held fantasy of mine to take another woman with her partner's consent while knowing that he was taking my wife in the next room. My wife and I were very open about our desires, and both of us enjoyed bringing others into our bed. Typically though, we stayed close to our own age range, which was currently early fifties.

However, we were always all together where we could watch each other if we wanted. Even after all these years and several added partners, her jealousy was still very intense. Whenever someone would suggest taking her or me to another room, she would protest vehemently. I think she was afraid that I wouldn't come back to her. That the next woman's pussy would be better than hers somehow. And through all of the women that I did next to my wife, not one had the muscle control that she had developed over the years. If anything, I was the one scared of losing her.

This couple intrigued us, however, since the husband was forty-two while the wife was only twenty-five. Why would a woman so young and beautiful jump into a lifestyle that was generally populated by more mature individuals? And more importantly, from my perspective, why would you share such a magnificent creature as her? Not that my wife wasn't amazing for her age, but we were so into each other back then that I would have killed any man that touched her.

In talking later that night, Rebecca confessed, "I think that this might be the couple that I could agree to separate bedrooms with. But I don't understand why this girl would agree to do such things outside of her marriage. I know that I would have never been ready for such a thing at her age. Do you think that it's possible that she's being coerced?"

"Maybe, but maybe this is her way of experiencing sex with other men while still having the security that a marriage brings."

"I guess that is possible."

Rebecca's mention of coercion took me back to how we got here in the first place. It was Rebecca that got us into this behavior. We had been together since we were eighteen, having met our senior year of high school. Becky, as I called her then, had only moved to our neighborhood at the beginning of our senior year and was a gregarious young lady. She had to be to meet people since this was her sixth school in twelve years. She was a military brat and rebelled against it with every fiber of her being.

Becky purposely disobeyed the rules and flaunted her sexuality. We met at a track and field event at the school. I was a cross-country runner and the captain of our team. Becky wasn't into running so much as she hated to go home after school. She relished the attention that she got from nearly every guy there, so she made up excuses to stay after. Her latest reason was to see our team compete in the state championship.

I'd already noticed her as if it was possible to ignore Becky. She was a long-legged redhead with the cutest freckles on her nose. Her build was ideal for running. And as I found out later, she was quite good at high endurance 'exercise.' I was unattached at the time of our meeting, which was good for me because she had a pet peeve about dating someone already spoken for.

So many guys had already hit on her and been rejected because they were already seeing someone else. Becky wanted her partner's complete attention and wouldn't settle for anything less. As you can imagine, Becky was a bit needy back then, but boy was it worth it. We quickly became an item, and there was nothing sexually that Becky wouldn't try. Neither of us went to college but instead worked hard and started a family.

Our twenties and thirties were full of the typical kid commitments and long work hours, but the sex never stopped. We sent our two girls to college, and when they were done, they both married and moved out. The empty house only increased our sexual appetite, but we were also hitting the wall. We were regulars at the local sex shop and had built an impressive inventory of toys and aides. But we were running out of new things to try and needed an infusion of original ideas.

Rebecca had become friends with Margaret, the lady who managed the sex shop and always picked her brain about the latest and greatest in the industry. But lately, Margaret had nothing new to offer.

Rebecca was out early Saturday morning running some errands. She happened to be nearby the 'toystore,' so she thought she'd check in with Margaret again. Walking in, she approached the front counter where Margaret was dutifully checking the inventory logs. Rebecca asked, "Anything new on your list today?"

"No. Nothing new here."

Is there someplace else I should try?" Rebecca replied with a smile.

"Well, you two do know that there's a large swingers community in town, right?" Margaret offered.

"Swingers? You mean like group sex?" Rebecca questioned.

"Well yeah. Groups, threesomes, foursomes, or whateversomes. It's a community of consenting adults, primarily empty-nesters like you and George. They get together at other member's homes and have fun as they see fit. There are toys and protection provided by the host as well as drinks and light snacks."

"Okay, assuming that I would be interested in cheating on my husband right in front of him. How would we get involved with one of these groups?"

"Well, I just happen to be a member of one, and we'd love to have you two as members!" Margaret proposed.

"So, how long have you had your eyes on us?"

"Since the first day, you two walked in together. You do know that you guys are in fantastic shape for your age, and those yoga pants that you occasionally wear flatter your already amazing ass. Yes, I've seen glimpses of it when you've come in wearing mini-skirts. You are such a magnificent tease!"

"Well, I thought you were going to tell me how much you wanted my husband. Although, I have to say that I'm a bit embarrassed and a little juiced up. I've never been with another woman and frankly was never really attracted to any. I've always looked at them like they were the enemy," Rebecca blushed.

They stood there and stared at each other for several minutes as Rebecca tried to picture herself pleasing a female. Then, finally, another customer coming through the bell-clad door brought her out of her reverie. "I'll talk to George, and we'll get back to you," Rebecca whispered rather meekly before slinking out the door.

It was later that afternoon after I had finished the lawn and taken a shower, that Rebecca approached me. Standing in the bedroom, with a towel wrapped around my waist, she pulled it off and dropped to her knees. As she sucked my flaccid penis into her mouth, it rapidly began to grow. Rebecca stripped off her blouse and bra during my blowjob. Once I was quite rigid, she pushed me back on the bed and removed her remaining attire.

Standing there naked and obviously fired up, I knew that she'd received some news from Margaret. "So, how did..."

Margaret quickly straddled me and plunged onto my cock while covering my mouth with a free hand. I diddled her clit with the thumb of my right hand while pulling her nips with the other. Her orgasm approached briskly and crippled her onto me as she shook. Recovering while we kissed, she began to ride me again at a contented pace as she spoke.

"Margaret's only suggestion was to join a swingers club, of which she is a member."

"So, what are your thoughts on that?" I questioned haltingly as she clenched her vaginal muscles throughout our fuck.

"I was a bit angry at first. You know how jealous I can be. But, after explaining some of the basics, it seemed that she was more interested in bedding me than you."

"How did you take that?"

"Well, I've never fantasized about being with another woman, but standing there looking at her, I began to for a moment. And to be honest, I got a little wet from the idea," Rebecca confessed while picking up the pace on my manhood.

Watching her drifting into her thoughts, I again pressed my thumb against her extremely swollen nub. I knew that I was close, and her story was a big part of my quick acceleration toward orgasm. Normally, I could take Rebecca to two or three climaxes with ease before she had me this close. But, with visions of her in a sixty-nine with Margaret, in my head, I was ready to explode. Her eyes were still closed as we came together. Even as she lay back onto me, her eyes remained shut as I held her tight and kissed her mouth.

"Are you imagining having sex with her?" I queried. With no response other than a soft moan, I continued to talk. "Is it the idea of sucking another woman's clit that has you so hot? Or maybe it's the vision of you two scissoring your pussies into each other until you both cum violently? Could it be an afternoon of sixty-nining each other until complete exhaustion?"

Clearly, Rebecca was envisioning something along those lines as she continually clenched her vaginal muscles around my retreating cock. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and started fingering her clit maniacally. With my shrunken dick ejected from her slippery snatch, I grabbed her ass and yanked her crotch to my face. I drilled her vagina with my eager tongue as she continued her clit abuse. As she neared a colossal peak, Rebecca smothered my face with her open snatch.

When the storm took hold, I thought she might push my head permanently into the mattress. Along with the pressure downward came the side crushing from her thighs. Then the best part happened as Rebecca drowned me in her nectar. I kept up my tonguing until I could no longer breathe, then moved my face backward a little to gasp for air. Rebecca fell limply to the side as she too gulped down air.

As my breathing normalized, I pulled Rebecca to me and held her close while kissing her face. Timidly, she asked, "Would you be jealous if I had sex with another person?"

"No, I don't believe I would," I replied almost too quickly. "But, the real question here is whether you would be if I did?"

"I know," Rebecca replied softly.

"Let's face facts. We love each other dearly, but we've run out of options to keep things fresh and exciting. No one will ever come between us, no matter how good the sex is with them. Because our love doesn't rely on sex alone, it is far deeper than any cock ever pushed into a pussy. We're bound together by respect for one another and our shared times, good and bad. I believe that this will only heighten our sex life."

"Even as you watch me take another man's cock in the pussy that's been all yours for over thirty years?"

"I will admit that when you say it like that, it does spark a twinge of hesitation. How about we invite Margaret over for dinner one night next week. We'll get some delivery something, and she can give us her schpiel. We can ask all the questions we want and see how strict they are on participation and what's normally expected."

"That's a great idea, Honey! Now, let's get you hard again so that you can take my ass. It's been a few weeks, and I'm feeling the need for some anal pleasure."

The afternoon moved into evening, as we spent all of it in bed, giving each other untold satisfaction. The high lasted throughout the week as we greatly anticipated the dinner with Margaret, Thursday night. It was like we were in our twenties again, fucking like rabbits and enjoying each other thoroughly. We even had a quickie just before Margaret arrived and had to scramble to answer the door when she knocked.

Margaret walked in wearing a short white summer dress. It was clear from the moment we opened the door that she was braless. Her figure was softer and more rounded than Rebecca's but no less enticing. Margaret's dark thick nipples were prominently displayed due to the near see-thru white fabric of her dress. It didn't hurt that they were also very firm from her evident excitement about the evening ahead.

We all moved to the backyard patio, and once the ladies were seated, I took drink orders. We all started with some Chardonnay as Rebecca grabbed the list of questions that we had for Margaret.

"Oh, my. Are those all questions that you have for me?" she inquired.

"Yes," Rebecca answered as she refreshed her memory from the list.

Talking a big gulp of wine and relaxing back into the chair, Margaret issued, "Fire away," as she uncrossed her legs.

It was Rebecca's turn to take a larger than average sip of wine as she gawked through the glass table at Margaret's shapely legs. Looking back at the list, Rebecca started with the first question. "Is it mandatory that we participate at our first party?"

"No, it is not. Most of us take our time to get to know the group before we get involved physically. However, there will be sexual acts being performed out in the open for all to witness. Several of our members find that the public acts enhance their enjoyment."

"The no-pressure thing sounds good, right?" I suggested to Rebecca as I turned to face her. As I saw her ogling Margaret's nether-regions through the glass table, I doubted that she heard a word I said. "Ahem. Do you see something you like?"

With her face turning beet-red, Rebecca turned to me and murmured, "She's so sexy, and those panties leave little to the imagination. I don't think I can ask any more questions. Why don't you finish them, please?"

"Why, thank you, Rebecca. I find you very attractive too, and these are my favorite panties. I hoped that you would like them. But, are they too much of a distraction?"

"No. Well, maybe a little, but I don't mind as long as I don't have to ask the questions."

Sliding the list over to me, Rebecca's eyes dropped back between Margaret's spread thighs. As I commenced with the questions, Rebecca rarely looked away from Margaret. I was to the side of both of them and could see that Margaret was wearing panties but didn't have the full view.

With the questions asked, I stood up and moved behind Rebecca to whisper, "Why don't we get the table set for dinner while I call to get the food delivered." Upon finishing my statement, I looked up to see Margaret's panties and understood my wife's infatuation. They were white satin until the crotch, where they became a sheer mesh material. I could see every fold of Margaret's labia. It was also clear that they were a thong, as they completely vanished just below her pussy. The other noticeable thing was the considerable puddle of fluid that had accumulated. It seemed that Rebecca wasn't the only one excited.

As I helped Rebecca to her feet, I smiled at Margaret and said, "I'll be back with a towel to help mop up your passion."

"Do you mind if I use your restroom to freshen up?"

"Not at all. It's just past the kitchen to the right."

Rebecca went about setting the table as I called the restaurant and set the delivery. We'd already given them the order, so it wouldn't be more than thirty minutes until the food was here. Once I was finished with that, I grabbed some paper towels to mop up Margaret's cum. I have to admit that I took a whiff, and it smelled intoxicating. Then, wanting to share the experience with Rebecca, I discreetly handed off the remnants as Margaret appeared.

"More wine?" I asked Margaret as she stood by the dining table.

"Yes, please. Are we headed back outside?" she replied

"We might as well since the food will be another twenty-five minutes or so. I'll follow you out, and Rebecca should be along shortly."

As we sat, Margaret asked, "So, what do you think about the whole swingers thing, now that you've asked all your questions?"

"I honestly don't know yet. I think it could go either way for us. Rebecca has a serious possessive streak. We've been together for over thirty years and have had a superb sex life by all comparisons. It will be impossible for anyone to measure up to her from my perspective."

Just as I finished, I looked to the door to see Rebecca standing there. She smiled at me as she sat on my lap and kissed me lovingly as if no one else was there. When our lips parted, I asked Rebecca, "Do you think that you can do this, given what we've learned from Margaret?"

"I'm not sure about going to the parties, but I think I'd like to try a threesome with Margaret if she's willing."

We both turned to Margaret, and she grinned. "Why do you think I wore my sexiest panties? I've wanted both of you for years now. I know that you're sexually active, and I have an idea of what you've done based on your purchases, so yes!"

"Okay, ladies, so when shall we begin?"

"How about now?" Rebecca offered somewhat hesitantly.

"I'm in," Margaret quickly responded.

"Okay, then. I'll put a note on the door telling them to ring the bell when the food arrives. Oh, shoot. I don't have any protection," I added.

"I've got that covered," Margaret piped up.

"Okay, let's go," said Rebecca. She grabbed each of our hands and led us to the kitchen, where I wrote a note, and then to the front door, where I posted it. Then we followed her toward the bedrooms. Stopping suddenly, Rebecca mumbled, "Not in our bed," before pulling us into the spare bedroom.

Upon entering, Rebecca was the first to strip. She, too, was wearing a dress, with nothing underneath. After kicking off her shoes, she lifted the dress over her head and was stunningly nude. Margaret quickly followed suit, and soon they were both aiding me with my clothes. Margaret moved to the bed first onto her back with her legs spread slightly. I let Rebecca go next and watched as she explored another woman's body for the first time.

I was standing there long before Rebecca pulled me down. We explored Margaret's body together, starting with her large breasts. We each caressed one while testing her nipples for sensitivity. The soft sighs emanating from Margaret told us that we were doing something right. Rebecca went at it tentatively at first, but with the approving sounds from Margaret, she began to really enjoy her bosom.

As we continued to work on Margaret's breasts, I grabbed Rebecca's closest hand and moved it down Margaret's belly. Our fingers were intertwined as we reached Magaret's smooth groin. Controlling our movement since Rebecca seemed hesitant, I moved our hands across Margaret's closed labia. Rebecca offered less resistance when we felt the dampness at the bottom of Margaret's lips.

As we softly petted Margaret's pussy, she opened her legs to accept our exploration. Placing my finger on top of Rebecca's, I pushed it into Margaret's opening slit. Rebecca breathed an "Oh my," as she felt the slick canal.

In turn, Margaret groaned, "Yes, finger me and kiss me, please."

Rebecca had been staring at our hands as they diddled Margaret's pussy, but turned back to me with a questioning look. "Yes, let's," was all I said, and we both moved our mouths to Margaret's. As our lips touched Margaret's, we moved additional fingers into her slippery snatch. Margaret's moans escalated as we figured out three-way kissing.

As we were able to get into a good rhythm, we both added more digits. I know that I had three up to the second knuckle but wasn't sure about Rebecca's number or depth. Whatever it was seemed to be working well as Margaret began to quiver. Her moans became more guttural as she clenched on our hands and coated them in cum. I brought my hand up to our entangled lips to share Margaret's nectar.

I knew from cleaning up her leavings on the chair that she smelled fantastic, and so did Rebecca. However, getting her to taste it was a little more delicate, or so I thought. I rubbed my fingers across all of our lips, and after one lick, Rebecca was hooked. She lapped at my fingers aggressively before bringing up her own to suck into her mouth.

It was a quiet comment from Margaret that moved us forward dramatically. "You know that it's much better from the source."

Rebecca moved down quickly and dragged me with her. When our faces hit Margaret's crotch, it was on. We moved in together and lapped at Margaret's leaking puss. As the outer juices were consumed, Rebecca looked at me and asked, "Now what?"

"Do to her what you like when I lick you." Rebecca brought her hands into play and spread Margaret's labia wide. Digging into her open vagina, Rebecca was now hooked. I watched her go at Margaret's pussy the way I go after hers. Suddenly a thought hit me, and I pushed myself off the bed and moved my face into Rebecca's leaking cunt. For the next twenty minutes, Rebecca did to Margaret what I did to her. Then, when I started rimming Rebecca's little star, she did the same to Margaret.

They both came multiple times from our oral treatment. Finally, when I could take no more and had to fuck Rebecca, I quickly grabbed a dildo from the nightstand and gave it to her. She understood as my hardon slipped easily into her lubricious box. I started slowly but quickly accelerated to a hammering of Rebecca's willing pussy. She did the same to Margaret, shoving the entire eight inches of the dildo inside her while sucking on her distended clit.

Margaret came first in a howling shaking show. Slipping my thumb into Rebecca's pucker pushed her over shortly thereafter. I slowed my pumping to a sluggish screw as both women recovered from their climaxes.

As Rebecca lifted her head from Margaret's pubis, she ordered, "Fuck my ass, Honey and fill me up."

Margaret then added, "Give me the same, Rebecca," as she pulled her knees back to her chest. I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and handed it to Rebecca. Then, moving back behind her, I dug my tongue into her little star. It immediately got her riled up, and she suddenly did the same to Margaret. In talking about it later, Rebecca said that it just happened because of how good I'd made her feel. She wanted to give Margaret the same.

Both women were groaning and quivering as the delving continued. When I added three fingers to Rebecca's slippery puss, she added four to Margaret's. It wasn't long before they both came again as I stretched Rebecca's anal ring with two fingers. She tried to give Margaret the same but was overwhelmed with her own stimulation.

When I was sure that she was opened up enough, I pushed the head of my prick into Rebecca's wanton ass. Rebecca drove two lubed fingers into Margaret's ass, but that's all she managed as I tweaked her hardened nipples. Rebecca was squeezing my penis hard as I stroked to bring on my climax, and I didn't disappoint. I came wildly in her rectum as she shook from her own mighty orgasm.

I eased down on top of Rebecca and placed my head next to hers as we kissed. Her fingers were still inside Margaret's ass, so I slipped a few into Margaret's pussy, and we double-teamed her holes. As Margaret neared her peak, she screamed, "Fuck yes!" as she clenched hard and flooded our hands with her cum. Over the next thirty minutes or so, Rebecca and I shared Margaret's pussy and pucker, bringing her to a few more climaxes.

In our postcoital bliss, Rebecca and I moved up to either side of Margaret as we talked some more about swinging.

Rebecca asked, "So, can it always be like this, where George and I share another?"

"Yes. If you want it that way, then it can be that way. There are no rules about how you get your pleasure with others. In fact, we have a few couples that stay together as they share others. Sometimes they share singles like you just did with me. Other times it's another couple or even a few couples," Margaret replied.

"Hmm, no rules. I guess I thought that it would be more structured. But, I do admit that I like the idea of doing only what I want. So, how do you express your likes and dislikes to others?" Rebecca inquired.

"Well, there is a process in becoming a member which includes testing for STDs, amongst other things. In the completion of your application, you'll list your likes, dislikes, and maybes. This information will be shared with the other members so they know whether you'd be a good match for them. This way, you're not approached to do things that are not to your liking," Margaret answered.

"I assumed as much. So when do we get the papers to review?" I interjected.

"I'll email them to you tomorrow morning along with the information for getting tested," Margaret responded.

"So, did we pass the initial interview?" Rebecca asked as her hand snaked down Margaret's belly to her willing puss and slowly slipping inside.

"Ohhh!" she groaned, then added haltingly, "I had no doubt... that you woulddd."

I joined in and rolled one of Margaret's nipples while sucking on the other. Margaret had pulled her legs back, and with her hip rolled up some, I could see that Rebecca was using three fingers to ply Margaret's juicy box.

"More!" Margaret begged, so Rebecca added a fourth.

With Rebecca's petite hands, I knew that Margaret could probably take her whole hand, so I suggested, "Tuck your thumb and put it all inside her."

"Oh, God! Yesss," Margaret screamed as Rebecca's entire hand slipped into her slippery tunnel. Then, she croaked, "Make a fist inside me and fuck me hard..."

I worked Margaret's nipples good as I watched half of my wife's arm plunging into her squirting cunt. Margaret wailed like a banshee as she came over and over.

Finally exhausted from her climaxes, Margaret muttered, "Thank you," as Rebecca tenderly removed her hand. Not long after, we both kissed Margaret lovingly; she fell asleep from exhaustion. Then, covering her up, we headed to our own bedroom, where we played like teenagers for hours. The exhilaration from adding Margaret to our sex life had us both charged up, and we had great fun burning all that energy.

Waking in the morning, we found that Margaret was gone but left us a note. It read, Thanks for the best evening of sex I've had in a long time! I've emailed you all the info and hope that you'll at least give it a try. We'll have to do this again soon! xoxo Margaret.

That was the beginning of our journey into swinging. But that's not what this story was supposed to be about. Well, I guess I'll get around to talking about Bob and Amy in the next chapter.

Talk again soon.