First Party

We had an hour after our mandatory introductory session to decide if we would stay or go. If we stayed, we knew we would be going a new way in our relationship that was uncertain to us. If we left, nothing would have changed. We would simply go about our lives as we always had during the nearly 20 years of marriage we had shared.

Vicky, my wife, was now 40 and I was 45. We had been monogamous, as far as I knew, throughout our marriage. Our bodies had changed. We were no longer those skinny little kids we were when we met. Though we did not always like who we saw in the mirror, we were a normal, middle-aged couple with the same stories and demons that everyone had. Vicky refused to believe other men looked at her, though I saw them look at her all the time. My active imagination made me believe that women still found me attractive and sexually appealing, though I never dared to find out if reality matched my imagination.

After years of discussing, and fantasizing, Vicky and I decided that tonight was about exploring our relationship, our future. On Vicky’s 40th birthday she told me she was ready to explore our fantasies for real. I nearly fell out of my chair when she said it. I was hesitant after a glance towards my stomach, which had been too slowly withdrawing from my regular workouts. I was concerned that I was not swinger ready, physically. The time had come, however. We sat side-by-side in a hotel conference room where the exclusive swing party was to take place later that night. We sat, our hands intertwined and sweaty with anxiety and excitement.

The host and hostess of the party welcomed the handful of couples in the room and oriented us to the night to come. The hostess, Rhonda, and host, Toby, were ordinary people, just like Vicky and I. Rhonda, the hostess, was average in height but looked taller in her heels. Her entire outfit was red. She wore a blazing red wig, red-rimmed glasses, a red sundress that fit snug on her curves, and red heels on her feet. Toby was a little taller than me, but he was broader shouldered than me. His midsection was just as round as mine, which put me at ease. If he could be a swinger, then surely, I could too. He was charismatic and charming when he spoke. I noticed that Vicky seemed to like it when he spoke. “He makes me feel comfortable,” she said. I had to agree.

Vicky wore a black-and-white blouse that hung quite low down the front. When it sagged, her braless tits were exposed. Her mousy-brown hair draped on her shoulders and her thin lips were lightly colored. Her face was flushed, and her neck streaked with red marks from her anxiousness. I smelled her perfume, which I had watched her spray all over her naked body while we prepared for our evening. She was excited to see who else might smell it on her skin. I could not help but stare at my wife’s transformation from horny housewife to erotic super-slut with a spray of perfume, a change of clothing, and a new environment.

I was not the only one who noticed my wife’s erotic appearance. Toby, our host, had caught Vicky’s eye several times and flashed a confident smile at her. I felt her squeeze my hand tighter when he did. I had also noticed the men of the other couples looking my wife over as we entered the orientation too. The male partner of a couple who was easily ten years older than us had nearly broken his neck when he turned to see Vicky walk into the room. He looked like a bank executive in his shirt and tie and wire-rimmed glasses. The woman with him wore a tight mini dress that showed off her long, lean sunbaked legs. She was attractive and, as seemed true with everyone else in the room, was just as normal as I was. There was a couple who was heavier than Vicky and I and others who were skinnier. There were couples across the generations. There were no stereotypical supermodels there. There was no difference in age. There were just people who were exploring their sexuality in the company of others.

Vicky and I joined the other newbies in the hotel ballroom after our orientation was complete. I felt everyone’s excitement and anxiousness. Vicky’s hand was wet with perspiration. She leaned in close to me while we traded brief introductions with the others from the orientation. The music was loud in the ballroom and filled with people of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds. My heart raced with excitement on the prospects for the evening, though I knew not to get ahead of myself. Rhonda and Toby had said that not all parties, especially for newbies, met expectations. But no matter what happened, couples who had a good time usually went home and had even more fun together. I felt my cock grow at the idea of fucking my wife after a night of slutty flirting or more.

           “I hope you’re ready for this,” said our host, Toby, as he caught up to Vicky and me at the ballroom entrance. He stood at Vicky’s other side failing to hide the wandering of his eyes down her blouse. I smiled knowing that there was no way Vicky could ignore that someone other than me was attracted to her.

           “Ready for what?” said Vicky, her voice flirty and light.

           “I’m afraid you could be very busy tonight, if you wanted to be, that is,” said Toby.

           “Busy?” said Vicky. She cocked her head and turned her shoulders toward him. “What do you mean?” Toby glanced at me and smiled. While I did not have Toby’s experience in the world of swinging, I already knew what he was saying. My wife, if she could let herself go, really embrace her sexual side tonight, could be kept quite busy with the number of people who would want to be with her. My body came alive and my cock stopped acting like it was not aroused. It grew fully erect in my slacks. Toby confirmed my thoughts, telling Vicky that she was gorgeous and that she was exactly the type of women so many men were seeking at such a party….