This is the true story about how I ended up interested in the swinging/threesome scene, let's go back a few years (or decades as the case may be).
At the tender age of 22 I moved into a lovely residential area about an hour outside of London. It was all picket fences, semi-detached, commuter belt heaven. The housing estate was reasonably affluent, professionals, couples and families. Harmlessly getting on with their lives as most people do.
I shared a house with my best friend. Two young lads, both with professional jobs and earning a decent wage for our age. Probably a bit more mature than most our age would have been at the time. The houses on our cul-de-sac were a mix of two bed starter homes (like ours), and larger 3 and 4 bed family homes. The people were friendly and we quickly integrated into the existing friendship group that existed there already.
The first summer was full of friday nights in the pub, back garden barbeques and house parties, all with our new neighbour friends. There were a few young couples in the group, and one single lady. My mate quickly sparked up a relationship with her and they became coupled up, which was great because it just strengthened our little group and we all spent more time together.
On the opposite side of the street was a slightly older (than us) couple, in their mid-thirties. Nice house, couple of cars, couple of kids. They would always say hello, occasionally pop over for a quick drink with us, but never stayed long because of the kids. The husband would sometimes stay on a bit longer. They were a nice family, and she was really pretty. A bit "mumsy" in that way that lots of frantic parents are. Never enough time to dress up, so it's jeans or shorts and a blousy top of some kind.
At the time I worked mainly from home, which back then was quite unusual. I would be working at home while most of the others would disappear into London or the nearby large towns to earn their crust. The only other person who was always about was the wife from the couple opposite.
One day I was looking out of the window, just after midday, and saw her struggling with the car seat. She was bent over into the rear door of the car, wearing a pair of shorts and showing quite a lot of leg. It wasn't indecent, or intentional, but the way she was lent over pulled them right up. She had a lovely bottom and quite nice legs. Something I noticed but didn't really think much about, after all, she was married and they were sort of friends.
The kids were obviously at school or something, so I popped over to give her a hand. After a bit of wrestling we managed to get the car seat in place and strapped in and she offered me a cup of tea, which I duly accepted.
We had a lovely chat, she thanked me again and I went back to work in my own house.
Over the next few weeks our paths crossed, as they would normally, and we started chatting a little bit more than usual. That progressed into the regular mid-afternoon cuppa. It wasn't a big secret, even her husband would make jokes about us having our little afternoon tea party.
Then one day, several months later, she came on to me. As a young lad being "seduced" by the older woman I probably wasn't aware that she'd been flirting with me for a while, I certainly don't remember it feeling like that but looking back it was reasonably obvious what she was getting at. At this point she was really quite blunt about it. Something along the lines of, "my hubbys out, the kids are at school, do you want me to suck you off?"
I couldn't resist. She led me upstairs and gave me a wonderful blow job. It probably didn't last long, but she seemed happy and I certainly was.
The following few days I felt weird. Guilty and awkward. I avoided her. The weekend came around and there was a party of some sort at someone's house. Hubby turned up and I was mortified. He even mentioned that she'd told him I hadn't been round for afternoon tea for a few days!
The following week she cornered me outside the house. "Have you been avoiding me?" was the first thing she said. I told her the truth, I felt bad for her husband and felt awkward about what happened.
Her next few words changed my life in many ways. "It's OK he knows what happened, he wants you to fuck me next".
At this point I was a complete muddle. I didn't know what to say or do. I think I said something along the lines of "OK that would be nice" and quickly disappeared back inside my house.
It was at the weekend that Hubby knocked on my door. My mate and his girlfriend were in at the time (oblivious to anything that had happened) and my mate opened the door. I could see from upstairs that it was hubby and I was expecting trouble.
There was a bit of a chatter downstairs, and then my mate shouted up "<we'll call him john> is here and he wants you to look at his sky box, it's not working properly". I gingerly went downstairs to see John in the porch, with a smile on his face, relaxed and happy. He explained that the kids were away at their grandparents and he and his wife wanted to watch a movie, but the sky box was playing up and they couldn't get it working, could I help them. There was a beer in it for me, already poured and in the kitchen.
I wandered over to their house with him, making small talk, trying to work out what was happening, a bit frightened, but I was quite a bit taller and probably stronger than he was. I was still expecting problems.
As I walked in I could see his wife in the kitchen, standing there in just her underwear, looking stunning! She'd gone to the trouble of doing her hair and make-up and she had a gorgeous pair of boobs. As promised there was a beer waiting for me. I looked at hubby and he was smiling, peacefully and with a sort of "it's ok mate" look on his face.
We sat down in the living room. Hubby in an armchair and me and his Mrs on the sofa, her a little too close for comfort, with me as nervous as hell... yet couldn't help but be turned on by her sitting there in fancy bra and knickers and nothing else! Her first words were as blunt as last time, "See, I told you he wanted you to fuck me"
I realise as I'm writing this that it sounds as though I d been lured and trapped, but that wasn't the case. It felt good, it felt calm and it felt natural. It wasn't threatening and it wasn't seedy. I have no doubt that I could've stopped it all if I'd wanted to, but I didn't want to.
As she started slowly rubbing my arms, and then my thigh, and then my crotch, her hubby was talking about ordinary things, and I was doing my best to talk back. She started to undo my jeans, I let her. My cock, already rock hard, was wrenched out of my pants and she started sucking. Hubby and I were just looking at each other, all talking ceased. As before, it was all over fairly quickly. At this point hubby asked me "so, do you want to fuck her?" Well, of course I did.
She led me upstairs and into their bedroom. It was spotless, with clean bedsheets and everything nicely made. She undressed me and pushed me onto the bed, then straddled me and took her bra off, revealing her lovely boobs. She had a mum-bod, by no-means "perfect" (and that's probably where I get my appreciation for the fuller figure from to this day). Hubby sat in a chair and pulled his jeans down, getting out his own cock and slowly starting to stroke it.
In next to no time I was hard again, and really enjoying myself. Any nerves I felt had gone and we were fucking. This time I put in a much better performance and as I shot my load deep inside her, she climaxed and so did he. I expected it to feel awkward afterwards, but they both did a pretty good job of normalising what had just happened. After a while we went back downstairs and had a few beers in the garden, where hubby explained the concept of hot-wifing. He really enjoyed seeing her with other guys, particularly young guys, seeing her enjoying herself. From her side she could see the pleasure it gave him, and me, and herself. That first experience led into about 6 months of dalliance, mostly with hubby present (but never taking part) and on a couple of occasions where hubby was at work and she'd tell him all about it.
Eventually I got myself a "proper" girlfriend and so this little arrangement stopped. I was way too square to suggest it with my girlfriend and to be honest, I'm not sure I would have liked it. Back then I was probably a little possessive and wouldn't have dealt well with watching somebody else shag my bird.
It would be many years later that an opportunity would present itself again, and would kickstart my long standing membership on here, but that first experience gave me an insight and opened up a little part of my character that really enjoys playing with other couples...
