Memories Do you remember the days when a book shop would sell you a book for 20 pence then buy it back from you for 5 pence. Once they got to know you as a regular customer they would then offer you a sexy magazine to buy that they kept hidden under the shop counter. Magazines included the Titbits, Health and Efficiency, Escort, Fiesta, Knave and of course Forum. I loved to read the readers wives stories, a bit tame by today’s standards, but titillating none the less. One of the magazines had adverts for wife swopping, that is where my story begins. One couple who were advertising a wife swop party lived about twenty miles from us. I finally persuaded my wife that we should go to the party with the condition that if she was uncomfortable about anything then we would leave. This was back in 1972. Driving to the party I suggested that she should remove her bra and panties. She was wearing a short black flared skirt and a scoop neck sleeveless top. We were warmly greeted by the host of the party who went on to explain that three of the other couples had backed out and we were the only couple to turn up. Well, at least come in and have a drink and a bite to eat before deciding what to do. We accepted his offer; his wife had a gorgeous figure and was very attentive making sure we were comfortable. Drinks all round while the host loaded the record deck with a LP record that filled the warm room with soft sensuous music. He asked my wife up to dance with him. I then asked his wife to dance with me. I watched as his hand went under my wife’s short skirt and on to her naked bum. Next he had both hands under her skirt and holding her close to him. For some reason the record stuck and the music came to an abrupt halt. His wife excused herself and poured another round of drinks. Seemingly stronger than the first ones. The slow beat of African Voodoo music filled the room, his wife gyrating to the beat of the drums. First her blouse and then her skirt were swiftly removed as she twirled around the room. He pulled my wife back up onto the floor and immediately began fondling her naked bum. He whispered into her ear and with an affirmative nod from her they exited the room. “Going up to the bedroom,” his wife said to me. Her bra now removed she invited me to join with her on the large three seater settee. There was a sense of urgency with her as she pulled her panties off and opened her legs inviting me to finger her pussy. “Lick me,” she ordered. I had just begun when the door to the lounge opened and my wife and her husband appeared. Before I could ask anything his wife pulled me by the hand and out of the lounge and up to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed, her legs wide open and begged me to fuck her. She gasped when she saw my erect cock. So big she uttered. Now I am only seven inches when hard but as I found out later her husband was only three inches when hard. I had just got the head of my cock between her pussy lips when the bedroom door burst open and her husband demanded that we stop. She pushed forward with her hips and my cock buried itself up to the hilt into her soaking pussy. “Stop,” he again shouted. She wanted more of my cock but I wasn’t going to argue with him. We dressed and said our goodbyes. My wife explained that it was her fault that he was in a bad mood as she couldn’t allow him to shag her. He had her naked in the bedroom and had had a suck of her nipples and squeezed her tits before she decided that she didn’t want to go any further. We stopped in a secluded lay by on the way home where we had the best sex that we had had for a long time. My wife said that she would go to another sex party providing there were a few more couples attending. It was to take another thirty five years before we accidently booked into a Blackpool hotel that was a swingers place at the weekends.