Swinger

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We’d been there before, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They had a dance every other week, and many of the couples got a room at the motel for some playtime after the dance. The last time we left, we were invited to a room, but this time we had our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to see the room. The motel is one of those two stories that seem to be everywhere. Linda turned into her short red mini dress. She wore it without a bra or panties and when she bent over her breasts almost fell out. She can perform a show in two directions at once.

“This man and his wife love key parties” Emily said it. “The boys throw their keys in a pile and the women pull a set and go home with the man who belongs to the keys.”

“What? That’s not how they do it, is it? I asked her. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed about this, but I never believed they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, wishful thinking, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, let me meet one of those “key” people. Apparently, when I talked to Emily about these things, I made an impression, and since Emily has a nice pussy, I think she was herself excited by the thoughts, especially knowing I’d give her permission to fuck other men.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife, Jenny, said. How could she be serious? How could she do something like what she said she wanted her to do? Three years since they were married, he thought their love life was amazing. His loving wife told him she wanted her to change.

She came to him a week ago and after a short time of love, she told him that she thought their sex life was routine and boring.