Some people say that the past is the past – let it go. But there are some things in my past that I can’t forget. As soon as they start to get buried my mind brings them back to the front and I remember. It can go one of two ways after that: either I forget, just as quickly, or I start to ponder on all of those ‘what if’s?’
These events are over fifteen years ago and my time with a relatively new girlfriend was one of those times that I keep going back to. They were special times and I instantly knew that my life had changed. I knew that my sexual direction and what I considered to be ‘normal’ was going to be put into question, especially when we started to speak of threesomes and foursomes. To cut a long story short, Lezza and I got into the swinging scene. Our curiosity with each other’s sexuality just crystallised the whole of our seven years together. We would do anything to excite each other. The fact that we lived apart during the week probably helped our libido. When we were together, we fucked; always finding new ways to make each other experience pleasure and orgasms. I even made her squirt once and when that happened I was obsessed with doing it again. So was she.
Our voyage into swinging happened one night when we were chatting about sex and she mentioned that she missed an opportunity while she was younger to have sex with a woman. That was it! That was all that was needed to be said, and I more or less became determined that she should experience it if that was what she wanted.
And she wanted.
In the early stages of this thing we call the internet, we found websites where people advertised for others to join them; they too were swingers, looking for excitement and pleasure. The websites were free, absolutely free, not like the ones you find today, and so after a few attempts at hooking up with other couples we found Elise and Andy.
We weren’t what you would call hardened swingers. Though, everyone expects something to be hard while in the process of swinging. We more or less dabbled. We didn’t visit clubs. We didn’t move from one couple to the next to the next like it was an obsession. We took our time. We looked, we read their details, we got to know them through emails and the likes.
But there comes a time when you have to bite down hard on that bullet and decide to pop the question to them. I have to admit, the chase was the most exciting experience I have ever had. I must have read hundreds of profiles some with pictures, some without. What were they hiding? You can tell a lot from people’s images. Lezza was not shy in that department. She dressed up in sexy outfits and displayed her body. Nothing sleazy, no open shots or anything like that. We put up classy and sexually erotic images on our profile. Even my cock was up there with the best of them – looking classy!
But the chase was a new experience. It’s bad enough looking for a woman on the internet: same likes as you, won’t get offended by anything you do or say, same glimmer of naughtiness, same expectations, same humour. Just try finding another couple like that. Now I know you’re not going to marry them or anything like that, but for us, we found there had to be an attraction, a spark, that glimmer of hope that everyone would not feel awkward when that moment came.
I enjoyed the chase. I loved it. So did Lezza. As soon as I found someone I would email her or text her so that she could look at their profile. Then the first message would be sent and we waited with baited breath for the rejection to come bouncing back. It wasn’t uncommon that people would just not like us. After all, we were in our late forties. But we hoped that we picked couples just like us in that respect. We were careful. We had to be. Our jobs were not the kind that would tolerate this kind of explicit behaviour if we were to be found out, there would be consequences.
Elise and Andy replied. We both let out a sigh of relief. Getting into Elise’s knickers had come that much closer, for both of us. Andy wasn’t going to be left out either, not by the way Lezza looked at his tackle.
We replied, and after a few emails describing what we all liked doing, our comfortableness with bisexual behaviour, and any reservations about ourselves – we all have them right – we came to the crossroads. Do we or don’t we?
We couldn’t stop talking about them; how sexy she looked in her basque, her smile, his smile as well. Lezza was taken by his smooth cock, but also by their apparent shyness that only came out in some of the replies to questions posed in emails. The fact that we couldn’t stop talking about them is one of the first good signs. We more or less knew that the moment we met would not be awkward. Neither of us thinking ‘Fuck, we’re here to have sex with them – what do we say!’
We did. We asked them whether they would like to meet up for a drink just a few miles from where we lived. This was typical behaviour for us, because it meant that if we clicked we could take it further without having to meet a second time.
They agreed and we jumped in the air for joy.
The chase was over. It was a bit of an anti-climax to be honest.
We knew that we would meet someone, have a chat; not a normal one like ‘how was the weather’ but one where you ask naughty questions.
We knew that both men would be staring at the ladies breasts with every opportunity they had; I knew I would be.
We knew that the women would be stealing looks at our bottoms when we were getting the drinks from the bar, and we knew the ladies would be having the raunchiest conversation that we wouldn’t give them credit for when our backs were turned.
I knew Lezza would be telling her what wonderful breasts she had and how much she would love to suck her nipples; right there in the bar, but not in front of us men. I knew that Lezza would be close to overheating as long as the conversation flowed.
Flow it did, and we got on like houses on fire. The fleeting hand of her arm on mine across the table was a sure sign that Elise was comfortable. On our return from the bar Andy and I swapped seats and I sat next to Elise. We chatted and I must have taken a few sips of my pint before Lezza popped the question.
“So what do you two think?”
She left them to ponder the question. What most people do is think up a phrase or a word that only they know for ‘Yes –let’s go for it’ or ‘No – not tonight’. I didn’t think they had managed to get that far so I got up from my seat and told Lezza to come to the bar with me and choose some crisps. It was my attempt to leave them alone to talk. Give them some thinking time.
When we got back we resumed chatting and opened the crisps on the table for everyone to dig in.
Elise picked up a crisp and popped it into my mouth; in a sexy way, letting her finger linger on the edge of my lips. I sucked on it.
“We’d love to play,” she announced.
You could have knocked me over with a feather when I clapped eyes on Lezza’s smile.
“I’m so relieved,” said Lezza smiling. Her hand snaked across Andy’s jeans and she grasped his cock and squeezed.
“No need to wonder anymore –,” she said, looking up at him, “whether I get a feel or not.”
He smile was utterly lascivious.
We finished our drinks and scoffed the crisps with some urgency.
We knew that the next hard part would be the house. They followed us back in their car and we offered them another drink. Andy declined on account he was driving but Elise was more than up for another gin and tonic. They sat on one sofa and Lezza and I sat on the two seater; almost facing them. It was a little awkward and I thanked the stars when Elise followed Lezza into the kitchen for some more ice.
Andy and I chatted some more and he told me how much Elise was looking forward to us hitting it off. It was a hell of a relief and I related the same story to him. There was no sign of the women. There was no noise. It seemed like the kitchen had eaten them.
“How long does it take to get ice out of the freezer?” I asked.
Andy shrugged and I motioned him to be quiet and follow me.
We slowly poked our heads around the doorframe to look into the kitchen.
Our cocks twitched and almost filled our tight jeans as we watched both women kiss each other. Eyes closed. Heads swayed. They were sensuously rolling their lips and tongues together. Their hands gently rested on each other’s waists and their tongues intermingled. Lezza’s hand came up on the back of Elise’s head and she let her fingers comb through her jet black hair.
It was a wonderful and electrifying to watch them. Neither of us said a word. We just watched, in awe. There is nothing like two women making out especially when you know one of them is your girlfriend or wife. It’s contradictory in one sense. She is betrothed to you, but you know that the pleasure she is getting from being free is tantamount to the special relationship that has been created. For me, I love to see the smile on her face when she’s enjoying herself. In those moments, she is herself. But at the end of this day, or any other day, it will always be the two of us – together. We know that.
Us blokes watched as a smile broke out on Lezza’s lips; spoiling the kiss they were revelling in. She broke off from Elise and turned to the doorway.
“Enjoying it - are you?”
We both nodded as Elise turned to look at us. She moved from Lezza and walked to Andy. She gave him a quick kiss before turning to me and promptly pushed her tongue down my throat. I wished it was her nipple but first things first. Lezza took the lead and brushed past us taking Andy by the hand and leading him away through the lounge. I knew where they were headed and my arms came up on Elise’s waist to push her away from me so that we could follow them.