As a single male, it's been said by certain husbands that I cannot be a "genuine" swinger because I have no wife to swap. But perhaps that's just one angle and definition of the lifestyle? I noticed that those same husbands refrained from being so dismissive or unwelcoming of the single female "unicorns" within the lifestyle. A double standard, then.
At any rate, after orbiting for a time, I gradually gravitated towards swinging due to my own weaknesses and a distinctly kinky curiosity. Mine was a strictly religious upbringing, a commitment to which was partially responsible for my remaining a virgin until the age of 32. I was cursed with a high libido that enslaved me to a habit of masturbation before puberty set in. Yet, though my late-in-life rebellion eliminated the deep mystery of sex via some rather adventurous fornication, it wasn't until I impatiently sought greater sexual gratification on the more adult dating sites that I hit a hard barrier. I found profiles posted by married women! This shook me to my core, since I was raised to view marriage as something sacred, and married women as off-limits in the extreme. Seeing a very attractive woman in public, I would instantly avert my gaze once I spotted a wedding ring on her finger. It was not unlike Dracula's reaction to a crucifix, or to sunlight. But after my shock slowly dissipated as the weeks passed, I dared to allow my pervy mind to dwell on this strange reality. I returned to the site to see pics and videos of married women engaging in sex acts with other men, other women, and groups of men. It was reminiscent of the Bible's account of the twin cities of Sodom and Gomorrah! That story had always fascinated me as a child. I confess I became newly aroused by the kinky sin of this modern-day behavior.
That's when I began my investigation of swinging, which I had taken for a fad that faded away back in the "Free Love" 1960s and early 70s. But no, it was revealed that the lifestyle was still a thing and modestly thriving globally, kept as a discreet subculture of mingling married couples and decadent parties and wild orgies... even breeding! And this was a hedonistic community consisting of normal-looking people with whom I likely interacted almost daily, yet never knew. These weren't drugged-out hippies anymore. These were next-door neighbors, office workers, schoolteachers, medical professionals, executives, and spouses with kids! Heck, some were even in law enforcement! I confess I was most captivated by the astonishingly liberal views towards sex, as specific to the extramarital. I needed to see this for myself. So, I found a guide who escorted me to my first few swing parties, and what I saw hooked me.
Still, it wasn't until I finally crossed that hard boundary, meeting with a mature, happily-married swinger couple that my whole world changed. Instead of agreeing to meet in some safely neutral public place, this couple had invited me directly into their upscale, well-kept home for our in-person introduction! The aim was an encounter on the cusp of the cuckold/hotwife fetish, but more of a Stag/vixen MFM experience (as I would determine much later after further study).
I was extremely nervous that first time. My conscience was screaming at me, and I kept thinking that I should "abort the mission," apologize profusely, and flee their cozy condo that late summer afternoon. The couple could not have been more charming, friendly, or welcoming on this preliminary visit. Initially, it all had the innocent appearance of an afternoon tea social, but with water served, not tea. Notably, there was no alcohol at all. All of us were happily sober, telling tales and cracking jokes. I liked them both from the very start, and all of it was so delightfully ordinary for a while. The lady was tastefully dressed as if ready for a picnic in the local park, no trace of anything seductive about her appearance whatsoever. She was an "earth mother" type, unburdened by cosmetics, permitting her all-natural beauty to shine. She was also what they call a "silver fox," her medium-length gray hair cascading down past her shoulders, with bangs proudly framing her beaming face, so lightly wrinkled. But then-- as our conversation had turned to playfully sexual topics, this strikingly beautiful wife abruptly stood up to conclude our living room chat. To explain... The husband, a master of computers and video production, had called up images of them enjoying the swinger lifestyle on the television screen. Once again, I was privy to the sight of all sorts of nudity and immoral coitus among extramarital partners, including this friendly and innocent-looking pair. I had been deeply considering whether or not I truly wanted this older married woman sexually. There she had been, sitting beside me on the couch in all her living glory, enchanting me with her affable personality, those twinkling eyes, and her pleasant voice, even sincerely laughing at my corny jokes. Yes, I wanted her. I coveted her, and our shared glances said all that our mouths did not. And so, despite the erotic shift in the conversation's tone, she managed to maintain a classy decorum as she stood up to utter these unforgettable words, "Would you like to join us in the upstairs bedroom? "
This was a relatively harmless suggestion, delivered in an equally innocent and casual tone. Indeed, the lovely lady had pronounced her proposal as if to share tips on home decor with a visiting neighbor. However, the implication was still shamelessly blatant. The fact that she stood up to give voice to it hinted that this invitation was not to be refused at the risk of being impolite. I was wearing a pair of soft, comfortable cotton-blend slacks. As I got to my feet, the material did little to hide the bulge at my crotch. I was only marginally embarrassed to see her notice this telltale sign of my arousal. At the same time, I liked that she noted my state of excitement, deeming it most appropriate, and gratifying. She smiled again, but this time with a more discernible mischief. Her hubby led the way, and I followed closely behind his wife, freely appreciating her figure beneath that modest blouse, and those light blue-jeans. Thankfully, she hadn't taken my hand, which would have been too much, I think. No matter what it was, she did everything just right. Neither spouse had ever spoken a lewd word, or any profanity at all. They treated this encounter's purpose as a most natural thing between consenting adults, married or otherwise. It was just sex, something that was even more beautiful when shared without any uptight rules or restrictions.
Through our previous online correspondence, I had already openly expressed my fervent lust for this alluring married lady. That had been a huge step for me. But it wasn't too late to back out of taking further steps, my conscience kept whispering. The internal struggle was real, and yet, I just couldn't resist following this woman up the long staircase. Butterflies were at war inside my belly, a fiery heat building within my heart and my loins, my pounding pulse drowning out the klaxon of my conscience with every step. In their bedroom, as we all stripped naked, I took unique joy in exposing my rigid erection to this unfamiliar woman in such an intimate setting. And as I ultimately climbed into their marriage bed, and she spread her lawfully-wedded legs to me, I crossed that barrier at long last. All hesitation, resistance, and nervous inhibitions melted away, and I committed to it. While her approving spouse recorded it all, I mounted his wife in the missionary position, as if I were his husbandly proxy. I felt the Mrs. ' soft hand gently grasp my dangling dick, calmly guiding the mushroom-shaped glans straight to the threshold of her moist, ready pussy. Holding my breath, I pushed my firmness deep inside her warm depths amid an onrush of kinky euphoria. I had hurtled past the point of no return, and I was glad of it. As she gasped in pleasure under my now-deliberate thrusting, our bareback copulation had begun. Once I had summoned several of her quivering, writhing orgasms, her tightness gripping me, I would consummate our kinky bliss by massively ejaculating twice inside her wifely pussy that late afternoon and early evening. She accepted my semen along with that of her husband as we took turns with her. Yes, I lay with his wife, and I mated with her as he took close-up images of our genitals conjoined in interracial ecstasy.
The barrier which had stood all my life splintered, cracked, and shattered. For the first time in my life, but not the last, I actually fucked another man's wife. I was thrilled to also perceive that I was adding to their naughty marital fun, ironically, strengthening their marriage bond. Was this a justification? Although this was comforting, I didn't really care. All that I had judged others for doing, I was thoroughly embracing. And it was more wondrous and fulfilling than my feeble words can ever describe.
In that moment I knew that there could be no greater type of sex for me. That summer day transformed me. This swinger lifestyle had given me something I never expected, nor had I ever dreamed. But somehow, perhaps I must have been craving it all my life.