After Kathleen’s solo adventure with Kyle, she seemed to become less and less interested in swinging with other couples. Our nights out at parties and nightclubs became rarer, and her insistence that I find a playmate of my own grew stronger. Without realizing it, our shared swinging hobby gradually transitioned into more of a parallel pastime.

“I just think it’s easier this way,” she explained to me one night. “It’s too hard to find a couple where all four people are completely compatible and have the right chemistry. It’s hard enough finding that chemistry with just one person!”

“I get that,” I said, “but this isn’t exactly what we had in mind when we started this.”

“That’s true for a lot of things!” she offered. “In the beginning, we never thought we’d swing in separate rooms. Or have a threesome. Or have unprotected sex. We’re changing the rules as we go along, and I think that’s okay. As long as we’re both happy, that’s all that matters, right? Are you still happy that we’re doing this?”

“Yes, of course. I love hearing about your adventures. It’s just…not the same as swinging together.”

“I think you just need to find yourself some new pussy, and then maybe you’ll think differently about it.”

My inability to find new pussy wasn’t for a lack of effort. Since her first meeting with Kyle, I had scoured our swinging sites for willing single females. Single women in the lifestyle are called “unicorns” for a reason. They are so rare that some people believe they don’t exist at all. The ones that I found on our website either weren’t responsive to my inquiries, rudely dismissive, or were actually men posing as women.

I had all but given up hope of finding my unicorn when I attended a friend’s birthday party at a bar one evening. I originally brought Kathleen with me, but she had to leave early, leaving me alone for the rest of the evening. That is when a woman seated at the next table began engaging with me.

Her name was Beth. She had a cute face and beautiful blue eyes. She wasn’t a supermodel by anyone’s definition, and her body showed the usual signs of middle-aged neglect, but she had a friendly personality that I found endearing. When I noticed she began dancing in her chair at the start of one of the band’s songs, I invited her to dance with me. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled and she smiled warmly as I led her to the dance floor.

The sexual tension between us was undeniable, although I did my best to hide it from my friends who watched us from the bar. They had become used to seeing both Kathleen and I dancing with strangers through the years, and understood that our relationship was secure enough to allow it. Still, it took great effort to curtail my flirtation.

After our dance, I joined her at her table and chatted for quite a while with her and her friend. They explained that it was a rare “girl’s night out” for the two of them. They lived roughly forty minutes away, and normally wouldn’t have traveled so far. They heard good reviews of the band, though, and wanted to see them in person.

I continued to subtly flirt with Beth throughout the night until she announced that she was leaving. I offered to walk her to her car, and she happily agreed. Her friend entered the car first, leaving only the two of us alone in a mostly-empty parking lot. I glanced around before leaning in to kiss her. She responded with great enthusiasm at first, but then stopped and pushed me away.

“You’re married,” she said. It was the first time all night she had acknowledged the ring on my finger.

“It’s okay,” I said. “We have sort of an arrangement. She’s okay with it.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Thanks for the dance.”

With that, she climbed into the passenger seat and her friend sped her away. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of what just happened. Outside of my swinging experience, I hadn’t picked up a woman in a bar since I met my wife. It became painfully obvious that it would be far more difficult for me to find a “playmate” than it had been for Kathleen.

When I told Kathleen about it the following day, she found it as amusing as I did. “But hey,” she added, “she kissed you, right? You’ve still got it, champ!”

I suppose it was comforting to know that I could still pick up a woman who wasn’t in “the lifestyle.” That told me it wouldn’t be impossible to find another woman; I simply had to work harder to do so.

***

“He knows,” Kathleen said over the phone late one morning.

“Who knows?” I asked. “And what does he know?”

“Angel,” she responded. “He knows about us. He knows what we do.”

I knew that name all too well. She had introduced me to her co-worker, Angel, once before. After we had exchanged pleasantries, and he had ventured far enough away, I teased her that she clearly had a crush on him. Not only did he fit her peculiar fetish by having a bald head, but the way she acted around him was a dead giveaway. Instead of denying her attraction, she fully owned up to it.

“How on earth does he know?” I asked. “Did you tell him?”

“Of course not!” she said. “He must be a member of our website. He kept dropping hints. He mentioned my black dress with all the holes in it – and our checkered curtains. He knows. Trust me.”

“Okay, so what does that mean? You think he’ll tell anyone?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. I need to talk to him. He wants me to meet him back at his place after work to talk about it.”

“Oh, really?” I said with an accusatory tone.

“No, that’s not gonna happen,” she snapped. “We work together. That would be a bad idea.”

“Okay,” I said, not quite believing her. “You know you could if you want, though, right?”

“Yeah, I know. But no. I promise I will keep my clothes on.”

Hours passed, and it wasn’t until the late afternoon that she finally called to let me know she was coming home.

“How did it go?” I asked.

“Well…I kept my clothes on,” she said. Her emphasis on the word “my” got my attention. She refused to elaborate, however, until she returned home.

***

Kathleen told me she followed Angel to his apartment, which was just minutes away from their workplace. He invited her inside before excusing himself to change his clothes. When he returned, he poured a glass of wine for each of them and they settled down on his couch.

She received his assurance that he would not tell anyone what he had discovered or what they would discuss that afternoon. His promise, combined with the wine, allowed her to relax a bit. For the next hour or so, they exchanged stories about their experiences with swinging. Naturally, Kathleen omitted quite a few experiences. By the time he poured another glass, she felt herself becoming light-headed. As neither of them had eaten yet that day, she suggested they order some food. He called to have a pizza delivered and settled back onto the couch.

“Why are you sitting so far away?” he asked with a grin.

She could no longer deny her attraction to him. She felt completely powerless as she scooted toward him on the couch. As soon as she moved close enough for him to reach, he pulled her toward him and kissed her. She melted in his arms. Their mouths and tongues danced for so long, they were interrupted by a knock at the door by the pizza delivery man.

Angel rose from the couch to answer the door, leaving Kathleen flushed and out of breath. They sat side by side and devoured their meal while emptying their wine glasses. When they finished, they resumed their make-out session.

He lay her down on the couch and climbed on top of her, pressing and grinding his hard cock into her through the fabric of their clothing. He kissed her neck and fondled her tits, driving her so wild with desire that she was forced to gently push him away.

“Sorry, but I made my husband a promise,” she said.

“Ah, okay,” he said with a sigh. “I get that.”

As he sat beside her, she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. She deftly sat on his lap and kissed him while slowly gyrating on top of him. She simply couldn’t help herself. When she broke their kiss and looked into his eyes, she could see the poor man was in misery. It didn’t seem fair that he should suffer because of her promise. Then it occurred to her that she could keep her promise while also relieving his pent-up desire.

She lowered herself until she was kneeling on the floor before him. Ever-so-seductively, she unfastened his pants and lowered them to the floor, removing them completely. She then did the same with his underwear. His cock sprang forth and bobbed in front of her face.

She took it in her mouth and swirled her tongue, causing him to groan with pleasure. He ran his fingers through her hair while she continued to work her way up and down the length of his shaft. She took his cock completely in her mouth and held it there for a moment. He clutched her wavy red hair tightly and moaned.

“Oh, god!” he shouted.

She purred, sending pleasurable vibrations through his body. She could feel his cock pulsate inside her mouth. He began thrusting upward into her mouth faster and faster.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

She held steady and braced herself for the coming deluge. He filled her mouth and she swallowed hard. Wave after wave washed down her throat as he shook and shouted in ecstasy. When he was finally drained, he collapsed in exhaustion. He looked at Kathleen in disbelief and shook his head.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he said with a grin.

“You have no idea,” she responded.

***

A week to the day after my encounter with Beth, I returned to the same bar to meet with some friends. I arrived early and ordered a drink. When I turned around, I was surprised to see Beth and her friend seated at the same table where I had first met them. They were both looking in my direction. Beth smiled and waved, and I made my way toward them.

“You’re back!” I said as I sat at their table.

“Yeah, we heard some good things about the band tonight,” she responded. I strongly suspected she hadn’t returned because of the band, however.

We continued to chat as the evening progressed. I asked her for another dance, and she happily joined me on the dance floor. I noticed her movements were a little more seductive and flirtatious this time. Her gorgeous eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t stop shaking her head at me.

“What?” I asked. “Why do you keep shaking your head?”

“I just can’t believe I’m dancing with a married man.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said.

“Of course there is!”

“Do I make you feel naughty?” I teased. There it was again: another shake of her head.

Later that night, we sat at a table by ourselves. I could tell that she was intrigued by me. I had to admit the way she looked at me was flattering.

“So your wife really doesn’t mind that you’re here with me?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I said. “As a matter of fact, she’ll be thrilled when I tell her.”

“You’re going to tell her?” she said, wide-eyed.

“Of course,” I said. “I tell her everything.”

Another shake of her head. “I’m not sure that I believe you.”

“You want me to call her? I think she’s still awake. You can ask her yourself.”

“No!” she shouted. “I don’t want to talk to her!”

I laughed at her reaction. “I could text her,” I suggested.

She stared at me for a moment in seeming disbelief. “Go ahead,” she challenged me.

I took out my cellphone and texted Kathleen to see if she was still awake. When she responded, I told her that I was chatting with Beth.

“We’ve been dancing,” I wrote, “and later, I might kiss her again if she lets me.”

“Ooh, that sounds hot!” she responded. “Have fun, honey!”

I smiled broadly and handed the phone to Beth. The expression on her face was priceless. She handed the phone back to me and resumed shaking her head.

At the end of the night, I walked her to her friend’s car once again, and we kissed while standing outside of her door. Her kiss was far more passionate than it had been a week earlier. She seemed far more receptive to the forbidden notion of kissing a married man.

“Hand me your phone,” I said.

She gave me a puzzled look, but handed her phone to me. I entered my cell number and name into her contacts and handed it back to her.

“Text me,” I said, “if you want to get together sometime. Maybe dinner?”

She nodded and smiled, and then leaned forward to kiss me again.

***

Beth chose a restaurant that was approximately thirty minutes away from both of our homes. She was very concerned that someone would see her having dinner with a married man – or that someone I knew would see me with her. After we were seated at our table, she glanced around the restaurant apprehensively. I reached across the table to hold her hand and she stared at my wedding ring.

“Would it make you more comfortable if I took it off?” I offered.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

“I know I don’t have to, but I think it would make you less nervous.”

I took off the ring and placed it in my pocket.

I wanted to ensure that she fully understood our situation before going any further. “I am deeply in love with my wife, and very happily married,” I told her. “I’d love to get to know you better, take you out to dinner or dancing or whatever else you like to do, and have lots of fun. But that’s as much as I can give you.”

“I get it,” she said. “Honestly, I’m not ready to seriously date yet, so this works out perfectly for me, actually.”

After dinner, we strolled along the sidewalks, hand-in-hand, and peered through the windows of the quaint shops. It felt incredibly strange to share these “romantic” gestures with a virtual stranger, and yet it felt as though it was necessary to advance our relationship to the next level. In this new “open marriage” arrangement, it seemed there was no need for Kathleen to wine and dine her prospective lovers. They were all-too-willing to jump straight into bed. My experience required a bit more effort.

We made the return trip to her house. She had arranged to have her daughters stay with a friend that night, allowing us to enjoy the evening alone. She seemed very nervous when we entered her kitchen. When I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, however, the nervousness was replaced with wanton lust.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” she offered, and led me by the hand to her bedroom.

We crawled onto her bed and I kissed her lips and neck as she squirmed beneath me. I slowly undressed her and kissed her naked flesh as it was revealed. Her body wasn’t toned and firm, but it was delightfully soft and curvaceous. She moaned loudly when I began kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she whispered. She pushed her hips against me as my lips traveled further down her body. I removed her pants and panties, leaving her completely naked. I noted her tuft of pubic hair and wondered how long it had been since I had seen a pussy that wasn’t at least mostly shaved. The contrast was oddly exciting.

I slid my tongue along her labia, and she moaned loudly and ran her fingers through my hair. I teased her with my tongue for an extended time. By the time my tongue and lips touched her clit, she was writhing on top of the mattress. I could tell that it had been quite some time since she had a proper pussy-licking.

I had barely begun to attack her clit when her muscles tensed and she held my head tightly in place. She shouted and shuddered before finally relaxing her muscles. She pulled me on top of her and kissed me, tasting her own juices on my lips.

“Oh my god,” she said. “That was incredible!”

I felt strangely powerful in that moment. I imagined myself as a young stud providing a powerful orgasm to a recently-divorced, middle-aged, single mom in desperate need of an orgasmic release. I wasn’t merely having extramarital sex for the sake of my own selfish thrills; I was providing a valuable service. At least, that was my self-perception in that moment.

“Wait,” she said. “You’re still dressed!”

I laughed and stood at the foot of the bed to undress. I watched her expression as I removed my shirt, then my pants, and then lowered my boxers. She seemed very pleased. I crawled back on top of her and kissed her and teased her by sliding my swollen cock along her slit. Just as I began to contemplate pausing to fetch a condom, she surprised me by reaching down and inserting me inside of her.

She had only been with one man – her ex-husband – in the past sixteen years, so I trusted that she was safe from disease. If she was willing to take that risk herself, I was happy to go “bareback.” I slid my cock inside her to the hilt and she gasped and moaned. She had unusually strong pelvic muscles and tightly squeezed my cock as I fucked her slowly and methodically.

She spread her legs further and I penetrated even deeper. I could feel the tip of my cock bump against her cervix. Her pussy was so wet, our movements created a delicious symphony that filled the room along with our combined moans.

I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind. I watched as her buttocks rippled with each and every hard thrust. She cried out in pleasure and begged me to fuck her harder. I complied and tried my best to hold out as long as I could. I felt her shudder just as I reached the point of no return. I pulled out and stroked my cock over her ample ass, covering her cheeks and back.

I scrambled off the bed to fetch some tissues and cleaned the mess I had made. Beth laughed.

“You know, you could have cum inside me,” she said. “I’m fixed.”

“So am I,” I said, “but I didn’t want to freak you out!”

We lay for a moment in silence, simply holding and lightly stroking each other. Her head rested on my shoulder, and she raked her fingernails through my chest hair. She reached down further and squeezed my cock.

“Oh my god,” she said. “You’re still hard!”

I chuckled. “I’m normally a one-and-done type of guy. It must be you.”

“Must be!” she said.

She squeezed and stroked my cock, and then positioned herself to take it in her mouth. Her technique was excellent. She was able to take most of my length into her throat, and she gripped and twisted the base of my shaft to create a uniquely pleasurable sensation. Just as I began to really enjoy myself, she stopped and mounted me.

She placed her hands on my chest and hopped up and down along my shaft. Now and then she would pause with my cock buried to the hilt and buck her hips back and forth. Up and down, back and forth. Up and down, back and forth. She moaned loudly and tensed her muscles once again. Her entire body shuddered as she experienced another powerful orgasm.

Exhausted, she threw herself onto the mattress beside me and lay on her back. She was silent for a moment, except for her heavy breathing. She then turned to me and propped her head in her hand.

“Your wife is insane for sharing you,” she said.

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t wait to tell Kathleen that line during our play-by-play. “And your ex is insane for letting you go,” I noted.

She smiled and reached over to squeeze my cock once more. “Jesus, you’re still hard!”

I shrugged. “I’ve never been able to control that thing. It has a mind of its own.”

“Well, what are we gonna do with it?” she said as she stroked it up and down.

“That’s up to you,” I said with a grin. “It’s yours for the night.”

She positioned herself between my legs at the foot of the bed and took my cock in her mouth once again. I lay back and enjoyed the amazing sensation as she slid her mouth along my shaft at a steady pace. Just as I began to peak, she would ease off and tease me with her tongue. After the third or fourth time she did this, I couldn’t help but comment.

“You’re driving me insane, you know that,” I said.

“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” she said with a smile.

At last, she took pity on me. I felt a very powerful climax building and warned her. She ignored the warning and kept sucking as I spurted inside her mouth. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking until my dick finally softened.

***

Kathleen was incredibly excited to hear how well my date went with Beth. We had each found our “friend with benefits.” Although we weren’t experiencing those friends together, it nevertheless seemed to work out well for everyone involved. Both Kathleen and I were having exciting sexual adventures with our new friends, and the recounting of those adventures fueled our own sex life.

Her next visit to Angel wasn’t until a couple of weeks after the first. This time, she brought two sandwiches with her, and they ate lunch as soon as she arrived. After their meal, they began making out on the couch. This time, it was his turn to demonstrate his oral skills. She later told me that he was incredibly talented with his tongue.

“The myth about the Latin lover isn’t a myth!” she exclaimed.

After he had treated her to a thorough tongue-lashing, they moved to the bedroom. They stripped naked, and he went down on her yet again. He delivered another powerful orgasm and then stood at the edge of the bed while she sucked his dick. He came so quickly, however, they didn’t have a chance to fuck. That would have to wait until her next visit.

Although I remained thrilled with hearing every detail of her play-by-play recaps, she gradually seemed to become bored with it.

“It’s the same thing every time,” she said. “I suck his dick. He licks my pussy. We fuck. It gets boring repeating the same things over and over again.”

“Not for me,” I insisted. “I still love hearing about it. If I can’t be there to see it, the least you can do is tell me about it!”

She sighed heavily. “I just feel like I can’t fully enjoy the moment because I have to remember everything that is happening and every word that’s said.”

“Well, you could bring the video camera with you, and then you wouldn’t have to remember.”

Another sigh. “You know I hate doing that. Then I feel like I’m performing for the camera instead of losing myself in the moment.”

“So, what, then? We just have sex with other people and never mention it to each other?”

She thought for a moment. “How about we only share the details when something unusual happens?”

Although I agreed with her new terms, I wasn’t happy with it. What had begun as a fun shared “hobby” that we experienced together had somehow transitioned into two entirely separate adventures where we not only acted alone, but would not even share what had happened with each other.

When Kathleen next visited with Angel, the only “unusual” detail she shared was that he gave her the key to his apartment, as he was running late, and she greeted him at the door naked. Aside from that, she merely told me that what happened afterward was “the usual.”

***

Beth and I continued to see each other on a frequent basis. Whenever we would meet, we would inevitably end up in bed together. At times that bed was hers; at other times, we found beds at her friend’s apartment or a hotel room. Following the tradition set during our first encounter, we would have sex twice in the same evening, every time. She simply wasn’t satisfied unless I left her with one load in her pussy and another in her mouth. Her sexual appetite was greater than any woman I had ever met.

During one of our encounters, I was surprised to discover that she had shaved her pussy for me. She also told me that she had been working out and dieting at a greater rate and had lost a good deal of weight since our first meeting. It seemed that if nothing else, I was a positive influence on her health and self-image.

The more time that passed, the more demanding of my time she became. On many occasions, she begged me to sleep with her overnight. She missed the feeling of falling asleep in a man’s arms. When I finally relented, she pressed for it to happen more often. I explained that I had a family at home, which forced me to come up with excuses for my children whenever I failed to come home at night. Although she said she understood, her requests for overnight stays persisted.

The guilt of leaving my family so often began to weigh on me. Although they always had Kathleen at home with them, my children began to question why Dad went out with his friends so often. I invented a plausible excuse that required a weekly meeting for town-related activities, and they seemed to accept it. However, I hated lying to them.

In time, Kathleen also expressed some reservations about my relationship with Beth. Although she was thrilled that I had a girlfriend, she began to question the money I spent taking her out to dinner and paying for hotel rooms. After all, she noted, her flings with her boyfriends didn’t cost her a dime.

I felt as though I were being pulled in opposite directions. Since my loyalty remained with my family, that meant I had no choice but to have a long talk with Beth and throw some cool water on our smoking-hot affair. It had been many years since I had to “break up with my girlfriend.” I had forgotten what how unpleasant it is.

I gently explained that I could not spend as much time with her as I had been spending, nor could I continue to spend so much money on our dates. I also suggested the possibility that seeing each other less often may benefit her in the long run. Perhaps I was preventing her from finding someone whose company she could enjoy without all the sneaking around. Although she was clearly upset, she seemed to accept what I said. She knew from the beginning that our affair wouldn’t last forever.

Although we officially “broke up” at that point, she would occasionally text me, looking for a “booty call.” I was happy to accommodate her in her times of need. Eventually, she met another man and the texting swiftly ended.

As for Angel, his encounters with Kathleen became less frequent as time passed and her interest transitioned to yet another. By the time our annual anniversary vacation arrived, their brief affair had all but fizzled. Rather than visit Desire a third year in a row, we decided to try another clothing-optional resort: Hedonism II in Jamaica. I was very excited to re-immerse myself in a sexy atmosphere surrounded by fun-loving naked people. Kathleen, however, was a bit apprehensive.

***

To be continued…