This is my second contribution, telling of some of the adventures my wife Kate and I experienced as swingers. The first story was called "Kate's First MMF" and tells of how she got to have her first experience of two cocks being just for her. I thought for the next installment I might describe how we got started swinging in the first place. The events which happened through our relationship that ultimately led to us being swingers. Apart from the names being changed, all of these stories are 100% my true recollection of events.

It's worth saying again that Kate and I have been together since we were in school, she was 16 and I was 17. Because we were together so young, we missed out on the promiscuity of youth and neither of us had a very wide depth of sexual experience, other than with each other. We were both extremely into sex, fucking very regularly, and it was a very important part of our relationship. The first thing we did that involved others was a drunken game of strip poker with a male friend when Kate was 19. I was left in boxers, my mate was already naked and Kate had been sitting in just a thong for a while having lost her top and bra ages before. She had been trying to cover her tits with an arm, but as my mate had caught a glimpse of them when she removed her bra I said "look, we've both seen them so you might as well just leave them out". We were both very pleased when she kind of shrugged agreement and let her arm fall, and for the first time my girlfriend was purposefully showing another guy her tits. Kate lost another hand, so the thong had to go. She was giggling playfully and protesting, but rules are rules! In an attempt to stop friend seeing her pussy, she turned her back on us, bent forward and pulled the thong down and off. It hadn't occured to her that rather than just showing him a full frontal, she had inadvertantly given our mate an outstanding view of her shaved pussy - lips, clit, obvious wetness and all. He got the full frontal anyway, when she turned and walked back to the table. Showing herself to another man was something that really excited both her and me, and the mate was sporting an erection which said it excited him too. I said to him "why don't you fuck her" and to my delight she said "yes, please fuck me". Sadly he didn't want to, saying it would be weird as we were all friends and drunk. He dressed and left. This left Kate feeling pretty rejected, as you can imagine. She certainly wasn't unattractive - short at a little over 5ft, dark hair, a size 10 with small perky tits, a beautiful face and a fine arse. Over the following years we would occassionaly talk about what happened, and how she had not only been naked but had given this guy a great view and what a turn on it had been. But other than infrequent chat, we didn't really consider including others in our sex life. We were having lots of great sex ourselves, and were happy with that. However, at the back of my mind there was always a little light left on that said that if we ever wanted to try swinging, there's a good chance Kate would be up for it. Also on my mind was the thought that she'd never enjoyed any cock but mine, so may want to sample some others at some point.

The next thing that happened was about 7 years later. Kate was 26, I was 27 and we'd moved to another part of Scotland for work. We'd only been there a couple of years when friend quietly told me that they thought Kate might be cheating on me and had been for a couple of months. In hindsight, the signs were there. She'd be off on work dos and not return until very late, sometimes 3 am. One Christmas night out we got separated and I didn't see her again until the following morning. I was obviously worried sick, not that she was off getting fucked (that didn't occur to me) but that something had happened to her. When she did come home, she told me she'd "fallen asleep at a party". I eventually confronted her. Yes, she'd been seeing a guy she worked with. I obviously wasn't pleased, and for a week or so we were in serious danger of breaking up. She'd cheated on me before, sort of, when she was 18 but it never went any further than snogging and a little clumsy groping - albeit always with the same guy and over about a month. I wasn't pleased then, but I eventually realised that she was experimenting with experiences she'd missed out on and it didn't go far, so I readily forgave her. For this fresh cheating I wanted to know all about it. How it came about, how far it went, etc. She said they'd started off as friends, and spent more and more time together until the inevitable happened. Thinking about it, I'd been very busy at work and was both neglecting her and taking her for granted, so I could understand her seeking some companionship. Their first physical contact was in his car one night while he was driving her home. He pulled into a secluded place and, she initially told me, "we just talked". Later though, when asked again she got upset and said that he'd kissed her and she kissed him back. He'd unbuttoned her blouse and felt her tits, and she'd opened up his trousers to play with his cock. She said he didn't get hard though, so it went no further. I did confront the guy, as I knew him, but not angrily - I just asked him how many times he'd fucked her. He said never, he'd never been able to get it up because he was feeling so guilty about cheating on his wife, and he was very sorry. After they were rumbled, they stopped their affair and returned awkwardly to just being work colleagues.

One night a few weeks later Kate and I were both feeling particularly horny and were indulging in dirty talk as part of our prolonged foreplay. I remembered that I still didn't know what had really happened at that Christmas do, and realised that this was a great time to ask. She could talk honestly, knowing I wasn't angry or upset and that it was turning us both on. While she pulled at my cock and I stroked her pussy, I asked what had happened that night. In between moans she said that the guy had booked a room in the hotel the dinner was in, and when everybody else went off on a pub crawl they sneaked up to the room. She said as soon as they were in the door they stripped off and got on the bed. By then I'd moved up next to her head, and she was expertly sucking me off while I reached down to rub her clit and slip fingers into her. I asked questions and she replied through moans and a mouthful of cock. I started with the question most guys would wonder about - "did he have a big cock?" - "not as big as yours" (phew!), "did you like his cock?" - "mm-hmm". "Did you wank him?" - "yes". "Did you suck his cock?" - "yes, lots". "Was that the first time you'd sucked his cock?" - a slight sigh then "no". "Did you like sucking his cock?" - "yes". "Did he eat your pussy?" - "yes". "Did you cum?" - "yes, once". "Did he cum?" - "no". "Did he fuck you?" - "no, he couldn't". "How many times has he fucked you?" - "never". I was now between her legs, fucking her vigorously. This was one of the best fucks we ever had, we were both really into what she was saying and she was loving telling me all about her being a slut. I asked her if she wished he had fucked her and she said yes, I then asked which time and she said every time. "Do you wish he was here now?" - "yes". "What would you do?" - "suck his cock, fuck him, make you watch, fuck you both". This was now all too much for both of us, and I shot what felt like a huge load of cum up into her while she convulsed under me in the throes of an intense orgasm. We continued to talk more about her cheating afterwards. She said they were in the room for ages, with her trying to get him hard. She wanked and sucked him, but as soon as he seemed about ready his cock would just melt before he could get it into her. After a few attempts, and what she said was about 40 mins of cock sucking, they gave up and just talked and drank. At about midnight, he dressed and left to walk the short distance to his home. She'd missed the last bus out to where we lived, and she went out to look for a taxi. There weren't any, as everybody from several Christmas nights out was trying to get home and she was feeling too guilty to phone me so she went back to the room and slept there alone. I asked her if everything she said in the dirty talk was true, and she said it was and she was relieved to get it all off her chest and out in the open. Even the bit about him being there with us, I asked, and she said she didn't know, maybe. Her suggesting she might be up for a threesome wasn't the only surprise in the dirty talk though. When she said it wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock - well, previously she'd denied ever doing that saying she'd just put her hand down his trousers in the car a few times and that was it. That night she confessed that there had been similar pattern to their encounters. He'd offer to drive her home from work nights out but would park up somewhere out of the way. There, they'd make out in the car, he'd play with her tits and pussy, she'd play with and suck his cock to try to get him hard enough to fuck her, but he never did. She'd also previously said he'd never given her an orgasm, maybe an attempt to avoid hurting my masculine sensibilities, but she told me then that as well as making her cum by eating her out in the hotel she'd cum once in the car from his hand down the front of her knickers and on her pussy and clit, with her jeans slightly down for ease of access.

I wasn't angry about this, her cheating really turned me on, and her honesty about it all was very good for our relationship. She noticed that the thought of her being a slut got me going, and was relieved that we'd stay together and pleased that if she ever wanted to experiment more there's a very good chance I'd be supportive. By this stage, I think we both knew that we were ready to take our sex life to the next level and start to involve others.

Within a few months, we had our first swinging experience when a female friend of mine invited us round to dinner at her house and, while her boyfriend was at work, she seduced Kate. If anybody is interested in my continuing this series, that's probably what I'll write about next.