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We were curious. We were also in that rut so many husbands and wives find themselves in. Our sex had become boring and yet we pretended to each other it was not. We loved each other dearly.. Made a family… a house… a life.

There was the occasional joke. A wandering glimpse quickly caught. “I’m married, I ought not be looking at her in that way!” And yet… the urge was there. The longing, the fear. “It will be ok, we need to be moral, do what society tells us. We will just endure and forge on until we are too old to care.” Yet we could not deny our desires.

First we had to admit those desires to ourselves. Then to each other. That was the hard part. What if I tell her? Will he want a divorce? Will she be crushed? So we teased each other.. Subtle hints. In retrospect, that flirting that had long ago gone away, now had come back as we both were probing to see just how far the other would go… hypothetically speaking of course.

We were watching porn one day together and I said to to my wife, “I wonder if people in real life swap off like that?” She looked at him with a sly smirk and responded, “Maybe…” “Have you ever thought about it?” I dared to ask. “Yes” The door cracked open in that one moment.

Over the next few weeks we began to bumble around into what we would learn was called “The Lifestyle” We had no clue. But all it took was a google search, and joining one of the many adult sites out there and we were in a whole new world. The door was opening.

We had no idea what we were doing. We contacted different couples. Many would not respond back. Others seemed eager, only to then disappear. We met a few couples for drinks only to discover that the people in front of us were 20 years older than in their pictures and 50 pounds heavier. We just could not understand it and we wondered if maybe this was not for us.

Then we were tipped off to a local swinging club. We were told that this place was were many in The Lifestyle came to meet, mingle, and play (we were learning the lingo!). We both dressed our best that Friday night. I wore a nice, smart pair of pants, dress shirt and tie. She wore a sexy sundress with no panties. With a great deal of nervous excitement, we got into the car and drove to the West End of town.

What we found was dark and foreboding. It was a rundown, heavy industrial part of town. A few strip clubs and bars, almost seedy. The club was off the street and the lot was full of cars. When we opened the door, a whole new world presented itself to us. Posh wall art, plush carpet, a large man in a tuxedo greeted us with a big friendly smile. “Are you both new here?” “Yes” we replied nervously. “Welcome to our club! Once you have paid your donation, we will be very happy to give you both a tour.” Now the door was open wide.

After we paid our donation, a nice young woman, dressed in a sexy, elegant outfit smiled and began to explain all about the club. The rules. The different rooms for different fantasies. Which room allowed single guys, which room was for couples only. We saw a huge dance floor, a DJ playing sexy modern and classic music from the 70’s and 80’s. We saw stripper poles but instead of exotic dancers, there were women who in any other place we would have mistaken as mom’s in a grocery store. The lady giving us the tour explained that in this club, there were all kinds of people. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, nurses, cops, contractors, you name it. Tall, short, old, young, big, small. All were welcome.

We found a table off to ourselves, grabbed a soft drink and watched the people around us. As the night went on, more people arrived and the place was soon packed with couples and singles dancing and enjoying the music. We got up and looked into the different rooms. We saw different people having sex. One couple was enjoying a dentist chair. In another room, a group were in lustful entanglement, mirrors on the walls and ceiling. This was such a turn on for us both and yet we were too scared to do anything more than watch. Scared but also growing with curiosity and desire.

We went back to our table. I asked my wife, “What do you think?” “She answered, this is all so much to take in. I am turned on but what do we do?” Our friendly bouncer came to our table and he told us, “Remember, everyone is here basically for the same reason you are, all you have to do is ask to find a match.”

Time was running out. The club was due to close in an hour and we knew it was now or never. We looked at each other, smiled, and said, “Let’s do this.” We both went to the couples room and entered. It was like something out of “Arabian Nights.” Three large, king size leather beds, each in the shape of a circle, and spaced at various parts of the room. Each bed dr*ped with sheer curtains. We found a couple there already. They were attractive, naked and engaging in foreplay. We took off our clothes and laid down next to them.

No one objected.

We began our own foreplay and soon I felt another hand upon my body, it was the other woman’s. I turned to her and asked, “May we play with you?” They both smiled at us and told us the words we had longed to hear the entire night. “Yes, please join us!” Each partner exchanged places and our foreplay resumed only this time with our new partners. Soon, foreplay led to oral explorations and as I heard the moans of my wife mixed in with the moans of my new partner, I felt myself fully erect and excited to the point of quivering. I watched as my wife got on top of the other man and let him enter her and I took my cue. I got on top of my new partner and entered her as well. The feel of another woman’s pussy embracing my cock for the first time.. I exploded with passion.. The scents and sounds. I looked at my wife also enjoying her new cock… moaning with sheer delight. She looked at me and smiled. We took each other’s hands as we both continued to have sex with our new friends. Our tempos increased until finally, everyone climaxed. We did it. We had our first full swap.

The club was closing and it was time for us to get dressed. We thanked our partners, wondering if we would ever see them again. I took my wife’s hand and we walked out of the club together much as we came in except now full of a new found joy at an entire new world we were eager to explore. We stepped through the door. Nothing was every the same again as we both smiled and drove off back to our own bed where we would make love again before collapsing in exhaustion.