Hello,
I'm 40 now, and my wife and I have good sex. Married my high school sweetheart, around the age of 27 we started pillow-talk fantasizing about having a threesome with another man, about swinging, and about her stepping out and playing hotwife; basically exploring the casual sex she never had since we were so young when we got together. We were both nerds.
This sort of talk became part of our regular bedroom routine, and we started using a dildo while she'd blow me to simulate her being spit roasted, and she started sex chatting online with other men before we'd have sex.
One August night we went to a house party in the next city, about a two hour drive (We were thirty so this had been an ongoing fantasy for three or four years at this point). I can't say exactly what it was for anonymity sake but I was trying to get involved professionally in something cool, edgy and nerdy, and this party was a social function for the people I needed to make friends with to get into the circle. We'd had months of promising conversation online and this was my big face-to-face icebreaker.
We arrived, the party was happening in two distinct circles; the seven or eight people I needed to meet were outside around a firepit and there was a general party of about twenty people in the kitchen-dining room. After about fifteen minutes at the fire my wife went off to find a bathroom and disappeared.
I lost track of time, I was chattering away and geeking out, so over two hours had passed when someone came up, asked my name, and said, "your wife is waiting in the car, she asked me to come find you." I was embarrassed because it was such a bratty demanding thing for her to do in front of strangers. I excused myself and went to the car parked out on the street.
She was obviously tipsy when I got in the car, she was distant and didn't want to talk, I thought she was upset about me ignoring her but that wasn't the case at all. She started crying and babbling, she was difficult to understand but basically the story goes like this:
She roamed around the house awkwardly making small talk with strangers, nervously drinking too much too fast. After a while she went downstairs, there was this little room like an entertainment room/spare bedroom kinda thing. Two guys were sitting on a futon watching porn and doing coke. My wife had an occasional cocaine habit when she was younger so she sat with them and did some.
She claimed it suddenly dawned on her that this was a swinger party, that's why I brought her and then, "set her loose." The weird people, the coke, the porn, it all made sense. I'd set this up and any minute I was going to join in. Someone said or did something flirty, she went with it, and proceeded to fuck both guys in the room at the same time.
After the wave of excitement crested she realized I wasn't coming. She left the basement and realized nobody else was having sex, it was just a normal party.
I felt sick to my stomach, I can still remember my face feeling so hot and her voice sounding far away, like I was watching this insane conversation happen from somewhere else. We left the party and went home, and never really talked about it. I never participated in the group chat again and nobody from the party ever contacted me afterwards, I can only speculate that word travelled and it was too awkward to bother contacting me and trying to pretend nobody knew.
It took a while but I got to the point where I could masturbate and fantasize about that night, and for years afterwards I always sought out porn where two guys fucked a girl on a couch, it turned me on and made me feel humiliated at the same time.
I think in time she accepted it and convinced herself it was okay on my end. We then used that night to fuel endless sex between us which turned out to be a lucky thing for us both.
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