Sue

I am always amazed when I read these stories. The women all have perfect bodies, were virgin till their marriage, and when their husband suggests swinging, they are swinging with someone in a couple short paragraphs. Of course, the man too, has a perfect body and the new man, the husband brings to the threesome, has a huge cock.

I guess, since they are often just male fantasies, they can make the story as hot as they want. My experience was quite different. Even though I wasn't a virgin when I met my future husband, Bill, I hadn't had much experience. My previous experience was with high school boys that were just using my vagina as a place to shoot their sperm. Bill was only three years older than me but had been married for a short time and knew how to give me pleasure.

Needless to say, after our first night of sex, I jumped at the chance to move in with him a short time later. I was young and anxious to have his expert attention all the time. After I moved in, we shared all the sexy, wild things that honeymooners do. I loved to please him and he frequently surprised me with new ways to enjoy each other.

One night he asked me to tell him about my previous lovers. At first, I was a little shy as I related the details of losing my virginity and the times, I had sex before I met Bill. He got so excited, hearing about my past, that the sex afterwards was especially good. There were only three men before my husband and not much to tell about any of them so our stories soon drifted to fantasies about our friends and imaginary lovers.

This was in the late seventies, way before the days of the Internet, so Bill would visit a local adult bookstore and bring home poorly written paperback books full of sexy stories. Sometimes I would read them too, but they never did much for me. One night, after we had been married for about three years, Bill brought home a glossy magazine, filled with pictures of swingers wanting to meet someone new.

He showed me the magazine and I was shocked to learn that so many people were involved in the lifestyle. He asked me if I would consider meeting one of the couples and I set him straight right then. I told him that I would never allow another man to have sex with me as long as we were married.

At first, he seemed pretty cool about my decision, but he kept bringing it up. He had me look at the pictures of the men and then pretend he was them while we had sex. One night, after he had pestered me about swinging for a couple months, I told him straight out that I wasn't interested in swinging and that I didn't want to hear about it anymore.

My husband said he wouldn't push me to do anything but I could tell he was really disappointed. After that night, things weren't the same between us. We still had sex frequently and he didn't bring up swinging, but it was more like he was just using me as a place to get off. When I confronted him about the way he was acting, he said that everything was fine and he seemed to try harder to please me, but we had some serious fights over silly little things. In my mind I knew the reason was because I had refused to consider his fantasy, but there was just no way that I was going to sleep another man while I was married to my husband.

After about two months of nothing-special sex, I knew I had to do something or I would lose my husband. That night I put on my sexiest nighty and cuddled up next to him on the couch. Bill was watching a ball game and when I slipped my hand inside his shorts, he was totally soft. He even sort of grumbled as I began to stroke his soft cock.

I whispered into his ear that I had read a good story in one of his books. He asked which story and I told him it was about a threesome. I instantly had his full attention and I could feel his cock begin to grow in my hand as he turned the television off. He asked which one I had liked, so I quickly went to the bedroom and brought the latest copy back to him.

The story was fairly typical but was well written and talked about a couple similar to us. In the story the wife was reluctant to try another man, but the wife agreed to let her husband fondle and expose her body in front of one of their friends. Of course, in the story, the wife got turned on and eventually let their friend have his way with her.

We read the story together and my husband was really excited, for the first time in months. We had sex right there in the living room and then went to the bedroom to continue our fun. If I had any doubt that my refusal to try swinging was the reason for his mood, I certainly didn't have to wonder any longer.

After we both climaxed a second time, I decided to take the bull by the horns, in this case, I took my husband's penis into my hand and began to slowly stroke him. Bill, like most men, will agree to almost anything when someone is stroking him. I asked him if there was something we could do, short of actual swinging, that might give him the thrill he was seeking.

He asked if I wanted to try something similar to the story I had read. I said that the story was exciting, but I worried about doing anything in front of our friends, not knowing how they would react. We talked about it for some time and decided that neither one of us knew anyone that we trusted enough to let them watch us having sex. Bill suggested that maybe we could find a stranger. We weren't sure how we would do it but I told him that I would be willing to give that a try if the man didn't have actual sex with me.

During the next week Bill was his old self again, we had sex every night and talked about ways we might find a stranger to join us. We decided that it would be okay if I made out with someone while he felt me up, and if I touched him as long as we stopped short of actual sex. The idea was deliciously naughty, and I too enjoyed the idea of fooling around with another man, while Bill was watching. I was worried that Bill would not enjoy the experience, if he didn't get to be with another woman, but he assured me that letting another man touch me was plenty for him.

We settled on going to a bar and letting a guy pick me up. The plan was that I would sit alone and dance with whoever asked me. When the right guy asked me to go somewhere more private, I would then point out my husband, who would be sitting at the bar, and tell whoever I had decided on that I would go with them only if my husband came with us.

We tried two different bars, and the results were disastrous. In the first bar, I met a cute guy and he wanted to take me back to his house. When I dropped the bombshell about wanting to go only if my husband could come too, the guy practically ran out of the bar saying that he didn't want anything to do with a married woman.

We decided to try our luck elsewhere so we went to a bar located in a nice hotel. Most of the customers were older men who were on business. I danced with a few men, but no one was particularly attractive to me. I could tell that Bill was getting impatient, so when a kindly gentleman, old enough to be my father, asked me to dance, I agreed.

This guy seemed more interested in talking about the company he worked for and drinking than taking me to bed so I propositioned him by asking if he wanted a little company tonight. He asked what I had in mind and I suggested that we go up to his room. He quickly agreed and while he finished his drink, I told him that he and I wouldn't be having sex and that I wanted my husband to be in the room with us. The kindly old man turned beet red and began shouting at me, saying that I was sick and only trying to get him to buy me drinks. He made such a scene that we quickly left the bar and went home.

We were both frustrated and knew that we needed a better plan. When we got home, Bill produced a new copy of the swinger's magazine. We looked at the ads together and Bill asked me to choose three ads that were within a reasonable distance of our home and we would respond. I stood, bent over the kitchen table, trying to choose three good ads while Bill leisurely screwed me from behind. It's hard to concentrate when someone is doing that, but I had soon selected three ads.

I selected ads that indicated the parties would be interested in swinging separately. Two of the ads had pictures and the guys were attractive to me. The third ad was without a picture but was from a large city about an hour from our home. We wrote a short letter explaining exactly what we wanted and enclosed a sexy instant picture of me, in a see-through nighty, looking away from the camera. Again, this was in the days before the Internet so we waited for two weeks before we received a response.

Only the ad without a picture responded. Their letter explained that they no longer swung separately, but would consider doing it in separate rooms if we so desired. The sender had enclosed a nude picture of both him and his wife. The woman, Terri, was an attractive blond with C-cup breasts and I was immediately jealous.

I am not ashamed of my body, by any means, but I am a 34B and have always wished I had a little more on top. I am 5-3 and just a little over 100 pounds so my breasts look fine on my body, but Bill and most men seem to have a thing for large busted women.

The picture of Arnold, her husband, almost made me ill. He claimed that he was six feet tall, but he was skinny and looked like a weasel to me. Although I had no intention of having sex with anyone but my husband, it appeared that Arnold's cock was also skinny and only about five inches long. I couldn't believe Bill would want this man to even touch me.

I told Bill how I felt about Arnold and he immediately began to get upset. When I suggested that maybe one of our other letters would bring a more favorable response, he threw down the pictures and walked out onto the deck to have a cigarette and calm down. Later, when he returned, I meekly asked him what he wanted us to do. As Bill spoke his voice became louder till he was almost shouting. He said, "I don't care what we do as long as we do SOMETHING!"

We went to bed that night and didn't even touch each other. The next morning Bill apologized for raising his voice but said he was just getting too frustrated. I told him to think about it today while he worked and since they included their phone number, maybe we could give them a call tonight and see if we could talk them into a soft swap where we had foreplay with the other person but then returned to our spouse for the actual sex act.

That seemed to cheer Bill up but it had me concerned all day. I decided that what I really was afraid of was seeing my husband touching another woman. I had no desire to have sex with another man, especially Arnold, but that wasn't near as frightening as the thought of seeing my husband with another woman.

That night after Bill had returned from work, and we had our evening meal, I brought up the call we were going to make. Bill said he didn't know if they would go for it, but he would try and talk them into a soft swap. I gave him my sexiest look and suggested that we just agree to meet with them on their terms. This was one of those times where my mouth said something, I wasn't sure my body was willing to do. But I had said it, so there would be no going back

Bill called and set a date for the coming weekend. He was excited and took me to bed and made up for not having any fun the night before. I said Bill was excited; I was starting to dread what I had agreed to do.

The week seemed to fly by and my nervousness increased each day. On the way to their house I had to tell Bill to slow down, twice, so we didn't get a speeding ticket. I didn't want to encourage what was about to happen any more than I had to so I dressed in slacks and a long-sleeved blouse. Yes, I had underwear, both bra and panties on too.

When we arrived at Arnold and Terri's apartment, we all visited about things like the weather and how the state football team was doing. The subject of, what was to happen later, was never mentioned. Terri had prepared a nice dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. She seemed almost as nervous as I was, but played the perfect hostess.

When the plates were cleared Arnold asked if this was our first time. Bill told him that it was and was nice enough to mention that before they had responded we had only considered doing a soft swap. Arnold told us that they had met two other couples previously and had enjoyed it immensely. From the look on Terri's face I am not sure she agreed, but she didn't say anything.

Arnold kept looking at me and I felt like I was the lamb and he was the hungry wolf. Maybe it would be more accurate to say, I was a little chicken and he was a hungry weasel. I was so nervous I could barely speak. I knew that each minute that passed brought us closer to what was going to happen. Finally, Arnold suggested to his wife that she take me to their bedroom and loan me one of her sexy nighties.

I was relieved because I wanted to talk to Terri alone and see how she felt about what we were going to do. The minute we were alone, she asked me if I was okay. I lied and told her that I was just nervous. She said that this was all her husband's idea and that she really would rather not do it, but it kept her husband happy and their sex life active. Terri said, "Just relax and let him do his thing and it will be over in no time."

We picked out lacy night gowns and changed into them. Her gown covered more than mine but I discretely checked out her body...she was a lot better looking than her husband. I always like to see myself in sexy clothes but tonight when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt embarrassed because everyone would be able to see my nipples through the thin material.

I felt a closeness to Terri that surprised me. Like me she was doing this mostly for her husband, although tonight I think she was getting the better deal. The idea of having sex with another man and it not interfering with my marriage was exciting but the thought that it could destroy my marriage scared me. Also, when I would fantasize about doing this, the man would be movie star quality, not someone who reminded me of a weasel.

I was standing there, considering leaving my panties on so that no one would be able to see my pubic hair when Terri interrupted my thoughts. She hugged herself up against me and I could feel her nearly bare breasts pressing against my arm. She said, "go ahead and take them off, it will turn the guys on and make things go faster later."

I wasn't sure I wanted things to go faster. I wasn't even sure I wanted this to go further, but I slipped the panties off my hips and let them drop to the floor. I can't ever remember feeling so uncovered and embarrassed, as we came back to the living room where the guys were waiting.

They both were impressed and complemented us on our outfits so I began to feel a little better. I hurried to Bill's side so I could sit down and hide at least part of what was showing. Just before I reached his side, Arnold spoke up and suggested that I come sit by him and that Terri go sit by my husband. Terri looked at me and I know she could tell I was hating this, so she stepped up and explained to the guys that since I was new, maybe we should just separate and see what happens.

Arnold and my hubby jumped at this chance. They quickly decided that since Terri insisted that no one use their marital bed, Arnold and I would use the guest room down stairs while Terri and my hubby used the couch.

I was shaking so bad I could barely stand. Arnold stepped close to me and offered me his hand. Even though I had no desire to touch him I took it so I wouldn't fall or something. I could tell he was trying to see my body, through the thin gown, so I pushed him ahead of me to lead the way down the steps. Terri came close and whispered to me to "Just relax and it will be over soon.", and then gave my bottom a playful pat.

Her attitude brought me back to the real world and I realized that I was letting my fears get out of hand. After all, I knew what was going to happen and had done it before. It had always been good so what was I waiting for. Arnold was almost to the bottom of the stairs, so I hurried to follow him. Just as I went down the stairs, I noticed Terri hugging my husband. I knew then, we were past the point of backing out. My husband was going to be inside Terri soon and I was going to give myself to another man.

Before this, I had always made love. Sure, there were times I was less aroused than my husband but I would open my legs for him because I loved him and wanted to please him. This time I was following a man that I was not attracted to, knowing full well that I was going to let him have my body

Arnold lead me into a small, unfinished bedroom and turned on a small lamp. I didn't want to sit on the bed, just yet, thinking that it would look slutty, so I stood at the foot of the bed and waited. Arnold sensed my nervousness and came to me giving me a long tender hug. The hug felt good and for a while I forgot about what was supposed to happen and hugged Arnold back.

Of course, Arnold was anxious to proceed and soon stepped back and began undressing me. The night gown consisted of a transparent top held together by a bow and a wisp of semi-transparent cloth the doubled as a pair of panties. Arnold got the top off and all of a sudden, the bed looked mighty inviting. I moved quickly before he could untie the little bows that held the panties in place and crawled under the covers.

Arnold stood smirking as I watched him remove his clothes. He talked to me and told me that he felt honored to be the one to take my "swinging virginity". He said that, like my sexual virginity, the first time may not be the best, but that I would always remember it.

When he removed his underwear, there was no doubt that he was excited. He climbed into the bed and under the covers next to me. I knew what was expected of me, and I guess I wanted to at least try to make this pleasurable, so I put my arms around him and pulled him even closer. Since the hugs were good, I closed my eyes and held him tight. My breasts crushed into his naked chest and when he rolled to face me his hard cock was pushing against my thigh. With eyes closed I gave him as hot of a kiss as I could. Turns out, he was a great kisser. My husband is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with but he is not a very good kisser. It is just a fact; he is not a great kisser but Arnold was a fantastic kisser and I was enjoying his kisses. He kissed my neck which always gets me wet and I found myself throwing my leg over his legs and rubbing my clit against his leg while we made out.

Arnold was also a patient lover and it was several minutes before he began to fondle my body. When his hand found my breast, I eagerly pushed it into his hand, when he touched me between my legs, he learned that I had already removed the panties and I spread them willingly to give him easy access. I soon had my first climax of the evening on his finger. I was clearly ready for him to take me and for a brief moment I remembered that originally, I had wanted to just do a soft swap where a new man would get me excited and then I would switch beds and let my husband enter my body. I had agreed to this so I decided to keep going. I reached for his hardness and stroked it in my hand. Surprisingly it felt very much like my husband's. Just a little shorter and just a little thinner but not all that much different. As I tilted my head back and let Arnold kiss my neck, I briefly pondered why any woman would want another man since their equipment is very close to the same. When Arnold's kissing got to my nipple I forgot about these thoughts and after enjoying what he was doing, I sat up and pushed him back onto the bed.

I took his hard tool into my mouth and soon had him moaning. He told me that Terri will not let him use her mouth. I didn't say anything but it made me feel good that there was something that Terri wouldn't do for my husband.

Now it was Arnold's turn to push me back onto the bed. He moved between my legs and I readily opened them for him. I was excited and wet. He was hard and easily slipped inside me. I had done it; He was inside me and it felt good. Arnold began to pump, and I am not ashamed to admit, I was meeting his thrusts. Like a long-term couple, we each concentrated on reaching our climax and I came twice before Arnold began to pound me into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him and used my hand to grab his butt and held him deep inside me while he pumped his sperm into my uterus.

We lay together, recovering, and he spent some more time kissing my neck. I received my first understanding as to why a woman would want a different man when his cock is almost identical to her husband's. Arnold never went soft, and I was loving the neck kissing. As we lay there, I could hear my husband and Terri rutting on the couch directly above us. I just had fantastic sex with Arnold but I felt a little jealous. To get my mind off of what they were doing, I got on my hands and knees if front of Arnold. I had pointed my bottom towards Arnold and he wasted no time in mounting me from behind. Maybe it was wrong but I wanted to let my husband know that I was enjoying what I was doing and drown out the noise they were making, so I loudly told Arnold to "Fuck me!" I then made much more noise than was necessary, as I enjoyed what Arnold was doing to me.

Since he had just cum Arnold must have lasted a solid fifteen minutes before he pulled out and put me on my back and entered me again. This was another thing my husband could not do; he was a one and done guy. A mega climax was coming on strong and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my husband and Terri watching us from the top of the stairs, through the open bedroom door. Excitement, embarrassment and the monster climax hit me all at once and when my vagina spasmed, it caused Arnold to cum inside me. When I came down from my high, I reached out and swung the door partially closed. I didn't want my husband to see me cuddling with Arnold.

When we had recovered, we dressed and went upstairs. This time I did not even notice my partial nudity. After all, I had just opened my legs for another man, a man I had not even talked to before tonight, and I had enjoyed it. Terri and I went to their bedroom and changed into our street clothes. She asked me how it was for me and I pretended that it was just, "Not as bad as I thought it would be". Terri said my husband was "Not bad". We hugged again, before we went to be reunited with our husband's.

The best part of this experience was that for the next three weeks my husband and I relived what we had done and our sex life was at an all-time high.