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How we started, the full story
My first wife, Nancy, and I (Doug) had an open marriage for the last ten years of our marriage, but we had had some swinging experiences (a few mmf and ffm 3somes and several 4somes, frequent visits to Plato?s Retreat and a visit to Tr*peze in New York), all of which I related to Karen when we first became intimate. She, on the other hand, had only had intercourse with her first husband until she met me. As a result, I offered that she was free to experiment sexually, as long as she told me about it afterwards. She gave me the same privilege.
We did not act on this for years, but we did fantasize during sex about others joining in with us, but it remained only fantasy for the first eight years of our marriage; any couple we knew, either the guy might be interested but his lady was a stiff or vice versa. Some of the clubs I knew in NYC, like Plato?s, were closed and we had no idea there were any clubs in New Jersey. On the other hand, we did everything sexual that two people can do: nude beaches, topless beaches, nude photography, a nude portrait, sex in public places, and on Karen?s part, the sexiest of outfits, never with a bra and seldom with panties.
Karen did admit she had had several bi experiences in her past and agreed with me that all truly erotic women are bisexual. She also mentioned a Wesson Oil Party in college. All that naturally turned up the fantasies.
Two things came together to change all this. I was getting more involved on the internet and starting to find swing club websites and personal ads from couples, as well as swinger newsgroups. Karen, meanwhile, went to a reunion for her old company and met up with an executive who had always lusted after her. He propositioned her at the bar, but she passed since I was waiting for her at home. She told me all this when she got home and we had wild sex on the spot.
Later I asked her is would have fucked the guy and she admitted she probably would have, if I had not been waiting at home. That led me to ask her about the clubs and personals I was seeing on the web. Would she like to try a club or answer an ad? She said she might. After that night, we seriously discussed getting into swinging for months, with the usual issues: was I tired of her, what about jealousy.
Time for some descriptions. At this point I was 52 and Karen was 45. She was a total MILF, long brown hair, 5?2?, 120 pounds, 36C breasts and a beautiful face. I was 6?, 220 pounds with graying hair.
I checked on various clubs in NJ and we finally tried the regular party night at an off-premise club just over the river from PA. It was a slow night, the place was a bit sleazy and the people were unattractive, particular the women (including the dancers; this was the VIP room of a gentleman?s club), so we left early. In the parking lot, we got frisky and I played with Karen?s pussy. She was totally wet, so obviously the idea of swinging was a total turn on for her, even if this club was not.
The next week we tried another club, this time an on-premise one in central NJ. We went for a couples? seminar on a Friday, which would include only potential new members, the owners, and a few old members to tell us about the club. When I made our reservation, the owner told me that while we would have full use of the club facilities after the seminar, they did not necessarily encourage us to play the first night. When I told her that, Karen said that in any case she only wanted to listen and learn, not get involved that night. I was a bit disappointed until I remembered the soaked panties from the last club visit. It also helped that she was wearing CFM red pumps and a yellow shirt dress unbuttoned at the top to show a lot of cleavage with no bra and from the bottom to show a lot of thigh.
When we got to the club, a nice young couple gave us a tour. There were 10 new couples and 6 or so old member couples. Ten other couples had made reservations and the owner joked they were parked in cars nearby, arguing.
After the formal part of the seminar, the lady of one of the old member couples joined us at our table for a drink and to chat. She was an attractive black woman. It was clear that the woman was interested in Karen as she stroked her thigh. Karen did not seem to mind, so I thought it that something would happen tonight despite Karen?s protestations of listening and learning.
Later her husband, a good looking black man, joined us and we danced with each other?s wives. On the dance floor, I made sure she was interested by caressing her ass. I asked Karen as we walked back to our table if he was interested and she said definitely.
After sipping our drinks for a bit, I suggested we go downstairs to the hot tub and all agreed, including Karen. Clearly she had forgotten about not playing tonight. As we walked downstairs to the play area, I thought that here was Karen about to fuck the third man in her life, a black man she met 30 minutes earlier.
We got undressed and tried the indoor hot tub for a bit, but it was not conducive to play. We all decided to move on to the outdoor hot tub.
Karen got into the outdoor hot tub and in one of the smoothest moves I have ever seen, the guy got into the hot tub and into Karen in one continuous move. His clock was thin, thinner than mine, but it had to be at least 12 inches long. Karen fucked him standing in the hot tub for a while, while most of the other couples surrounded the hot tub and cheered her on. Karen was not quiet about the fun she was having. I, of course, was playing with the wife, who was also feeling up Karen?s pussy.
We adjourned to a mattress room, where Karen fucked the guy for 3 hours straight. I still remember her going for hours with her legs up in the air screaming. His wife finally got annoyed. I think she wanted to throw a bucket of cold water on the two to get them apart.
The next day, I took Karen out to a fancy country inn for brunch. She said it was like I had fallen in love all over again. She definitely dove into the deep end of the pool.