Our first attempt at becoming swingers didn’t go the way we had planned. [Group]

We thought we were going to be swingers. We thought wrong.

(Note, I originally posted this in TIFU but we be mods removed it. So, it was suggested that I post it here.)

Life is about new experiences, right?

So, here it goes. And I’m going to be candid: My wife and I have been talking a lot lately about being open to some sexual exploration with another couple. We wanted to do it for all the “right” reasons – not because we feel things lacking in our sex life, but because we wanted to have new experiences together and keep things fresh and fun. We are sex-positive people, upwardly progressive and open minded, and we felt like this would be one more adventure to add to our list. Plus, my wife has always had fantasies about group sex and being with another woman, so this seemed like a good way to explore some new parts of ourselves and have some fun in the process.

Problem is, we live a very vanilla life and have vanilla friends, so we didn’t really know where to find nearby couples who are open-minded to this sort of thing. After a bit of research, we joined a swingers website to meet other couples. We had lots of messages from other local couples immediately upon joining the site, and it wasn’t long until we had built enough rapport with one couple in particular that we decided to schedule a date with them.

From our numerous messages together, the other couple – we’ll call them Pete and Madison – seemed very chill and down to earth. We lived in neighboring cities, were similar ages and had similar interests. So, we made arrangements to meet them for dinner and drinks to see if there was any in-person chemistry.

We got ready for the date together and really worked ourselves up with excitement. We’d never done anything like this before, but we have that “try everything once” mentality, so we were game for any outcome the night might bring. We weren’t going into it with expectations, though. We figured the worst that would happen is that there was no spark and we’d have a good date night, but we also decided ahead of time to push our boundaries if the situation lent itself to more.

Pete and Madison decided they were going to get a hotel room for the night, and suggested we meet them there to Uber together to the restaurant. Of course, the “hotel for the night” text gave us the impression they might be up for some fun if everything went well and we all hit it off, so our excitement was certainly building along with a bit of nervousness.

We arrived at the hotel and met Pete and Madison outside. They definitely met all our expectations and more – they were very outgoing, great personalities; intelligent, attractive and fun. Pete was a tallish, well-dressed, dark haired guy who was a bit older than Madison. Madison was a brunette bombshell, dressed in a tight patterned cocktail dress that showed off her curves and had her looking fantastic. She also wore a cherry red lipstick that made her look like a pinup. I immediately noticed that she was braless under her cocktail dress with hard nipples poking out in a way that made me keep noticing them. Needless to say, the environment was quite conducive for finally taking the plunge and leveling up our sex life into +2 territory.

Dinner and drinks went great – lots of good conversation, flirting and laughing. We all got along splendidly, the girls were obviously bonding over some shared interests and things seemed to flow very easily. Even our waitress sensed the sexual spark in the group, and she actually commented about how she wanted to hang out with all of us! Unfortunately, we didn’t get her number.

After dinner, Pete and Madison suggested we go to a nearby bar and dance club to have a few more drinks. Of course, we were game. They were fun, we were interested and the stage was as set. The ride to the club in the Uber was fun and flirty. I sat in the backseat with Madison and my wife, both half on my lap pushing their boobs down in my face and laughing about how I wanted the Uber Driver to take his time getting there.

The fun flowed even heavier once we hit the club. We had several drinks and lots of good interaction. The girls were flirting and dancing and getting very touchy—feely with each other. I have to note that my wife and Madison were looking incredibly “right” together if that makes sense. My wife had on a short low cut blue dress. She’s very busty up top, and she is a seductive, sensual dancer. Madison joked a few times that she wanted to motorboat my wife’s tits, and she’d grab them and squeeze them for emphasis. The girls were dancing and having fun together and everybody in the club was watching two liberated women who were obviously attracted to each other, some with looks of derision and others with knowing grins. At this point it seemed we all knew where the night was going.

After a while, Madison said she wanted to go outside to get some air and she grabbed my hand and led me with her. We had a bit of small talk about how much fun we were all having then she worked up the courage to say what she had been hinting at, “so, we’ve never done anything like this before, but we really like you guys. Would the two of you want to come hang in our hotel room?”

“Definitely,” I said. “You guys have been great, so we are down for anything.”

“Perfect!” Madison replies. “I’ll get an Uber!”

I go inside to get Pete and my wife and we all jump in the Uber and head back to the hotel. The ride there is not as rambunctious as the ride to the club, and everybody is relatively quiet and brief with their words, with a bit of nervous anticipation filling the air.

We get to the hotel and everything proceeds normally for a while. (I mean, I guess it was normal, I’ve never been in this situation before so I wouldn’t really know what constitutes “normality”, but it certainly seemed that way.)

We all sat around the room and kept laughing and getting along swimmingly, while the girls danced around to some upbeat music and flirted, seemingly upping the ante by telling each other how pretty the other was and comparing cleavage. 20 minutes or so passed, and I wasn’t sure quite how to make the first move. So, I decided to break the ice by suggesting that we play truth or dare.

Pete and Madison liked the idea, so we started with a sexy truth. First up was my wife. Pete asked her, “So, tell me the truth, are you sexually attracted to us?”

My wife can come off a bit shy at first, but after a few drinks and a little comfort of getting to know someone, she turns into quite a vixen. I often tell her she’s like the siren who goes from hot librarian to sex goddess almost instantly. She was in particularly good form that night, and she answered, “sexually attracted? I’m so wet right now I need to change my panties!”

This of course got a few laughs and approving nods from Pete and Madison, and it seemed the tides had finally turned. Madison got a huge smile on her face, grabbed my wife by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. I had no idea what was going on in there, but my imagination was coming up with some great visuals.

Before long, the door opens and Madison comes out first, with her clothes changed and now wearing full on pajamas. Now, please understand that I am not substituting the word “pajamas” for “lingerie” here. I’m talking long-sleeved, long pants pajamas that you’d find on sale in the more conservative aisles at Target. Think Black Friday flannel pajamas with reindeer and candy canes from TJ Maxx. This seemed a bit strange, but I looked at my wife and her face seemed to indicate everything was fine, so I went with it.

Next, Madison turns all the lights off in the room and quietly gets under the blankets in one of the two beds in the room.

Pete, who has been a very chill and quietly confident guy up to this point, then begins to seem out of sorts. He got legitimately nervous, and you could tell that something in the atmosphere had changed. He sat down on the bed next to Madison and asked my wife and I if we would mind laying in the other bed. “Sure,” we said, wondering where this was going. Pete seems to get a little more comfortable at our enthusiasm for the request, and starts to arrange the things on his bedside table, then picks up his phone and starts scrolling through the screen. While he’s doing this, he’s asking us if we like erotic stories. “I guess,” I say to Pete. “We’ve never really done much with erotic stories, but we always love trying new things! Lead the way!”

At this point, I’m guessing that this is their way of working up to the big deed, so I roll with it. Pete leans back, puts his feet up on the bed and tells us to “prepare for story time with Uncle Pete.” (He specifically refers to himself as “Uncle Pete”. That little detail sticks out to me for some reason.)

My wife and I settle into the other bed, pull the covers up while still wearing our clothes from the night, and sort of lay there waitng to see what comes next.

Pete pulls up a website and begins to read from his phone. A bit awkwardly, I might add, meaning that he’s not a very strong verbal reader. At first my mind is so full of thoughts about what’s going on, I’m not even really listening to the words he is saying. Slowly but surely I catch a few words and begin to hear his story. In fact, My vocabulary OCD takes over and I begin noticing when he messes up words.

The first word I notice that he says strangely is the word “tentacle” which comes out like “ten-tackle”. It caught my attention, because in the midst of all the other thoughts running through my head, I suddenly wonder why his story has tentacles in it.

So I begin listening a bit closer. From what I can make out, the story has something to do with a woman who is visiting a man, who proceeds to put an octopus on her vagina so the tentacles will stimulate her clit while he listens to her moan.

Okay, so I should insert here that I’m a very open minded and sex positive guy – to each his own. I certainly don’t judge people for their kinks (I have a few of my own), but this is getting stranger by the second. I hear him say a few sentences from the story that go something like this: “the tentacles begin pulsing, slowly at first, then more quickly, slapping her clit like the slimy tips of 100 cocks.”

“Wow,” I think to myself. “That’s not really an image that fills me with sexual excitement, but who am I to judge other peoples’ sexual needs involving mollusks?”

Unfortunately, the story just continues to go and go, stretching on endlessly. I begin to hear small noises at first that sound like heavy breathing. My ears focus on it and I become convinced that the noise I hear is Madison masturbating (fully clad in her Martha Stewart Collection pajamas and under the blankets, I might add). My eyes have begun adjusting to the darkness in the room by this point, and I can make out a bit of movement under the blankets where Madison is laying. But don’t get me wrong on the image here, I’m not talking porn-level erotic movement. I’m talking small stirrings of the blankets and sounds like a girl sneakily fingering herself in the group dorm at band camp.

The thing is, it never really gets louder or more intense. Just a small, quiet breathing sound with a few barely audible “ahhs” here and there. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty sexy to hear her playing with herself, but my eyes are getting heavy by this point and I’m starting to nod off. I wasn’t really sloppy drunk, but I definitely had several drinks over my “bright eyed and engaged” limit. The bed was warm, my beautiful wife was laying beside me sort of snuggled against me. I was feeling her warmth, smelling her perfume and I began to drift off into a vodka-induced peaceful slumber.

Every once in a while I would feel my wife nudge me. You know the type of nudge – not really a startling panicked nudge, but just enough to make you aware for a moment before drifting back off. Each time she nudged me I would listen for a moment and hear the rhythmic sound of “Uncle Pete’s” voice reading his story, so I’d drift back off to sleep.

The next thing I know, my wife is waking me up and whispering in my ear that we need to go. So I grab my shoes and hobble out the door, asking her if everything is OK. She gives me a reassuring pat on the back and tells me it’s fine, let’s just get to the car.

When we get in the car I look at her and say “what the hell just happened in there?” and she laughingly tells me that she kept nudging me because I was snoring and “Uncle Pete” would stop his story and glare in my direction. She then proceeds to tell me that I fell asleep for the better part of an hour, while Uncle Pete kept reading his story which got progressively stranger. (In my mind’s eye, I’m imagining something about alien squid, but I really wouldn’t know because I was clearly sound asleep.) Apparently, at some point Pete asked my wife if she would take over reading, and she reluctantly agreed. Then she describes how Pete and Madison lay side-by-side under the blankets and she heard them masturbating together as she finished the story. (Remember that part about my wife being a hot librarian? We’ll, it’s an eerily accurate description given the circumstances. She’s a very dynamic, audiobook-level vocal reader.)

Pete and Madison apparently finish pretty quickly, tell my wife goodnight and sort of turn over to go to sleep having just released every ounce of their cephalopod-induced sexual energy. This was the point at which my wife woke me up and told me it was time to go.

Of course, my next question was “what the heck happened in the bathroom when she took you in there and closed the door? You had that ‘just go with it’ look on your face when you walked out.”

My wife, who is literally the least judgmental person I know, starts dying laughing. She tells me that Madison basically walks in there and says, “My husband has a way that he really likes to get me off, and it’s totally OK, and we just want you guys to listen to us get off if you’re willing.”

My wife said Madison then asked if they could change clothes together. Of course, my wife not having a change of clothes, tells Madison she doesn’t have anything to change into, so Madison asks if she would be willing to just get naked and watch Madison while she changes into her pajamas. So my wife says to me, “I was just like, fuck it, sure! And I took my dress off and literally watched her take off her dress and put her pajamas on.” (She adds at this point that Madison’s tits were, in fact, as great as I imagined).

We spend the rest of the drive home talking about our experience that night and wondering what signs we could’ve possibly picked up on that this was going to end strangely, or at least a lot differently than we expected. We agreed that there was absolutely nothing to tip us off, and that we had just wandered in to another couple’s sex fantasy whereby they read erotica and masturbated while others listen to their barely audible moans. After a few drags on a THC cartridge followed by an hour of psychoanalysis and discussions on sexual philosophy, and reminders to remember all the details of the night for posterity, we grabbed some Taco Bell, fucked like college kids, and passed out.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience – just definitely not what we were expecting. I can honestly say it was one of those nights that we will always remember for the fact that it went differently than the way we planned in a humorous and wholesome sort of way. Now here we are on Sunday morning wondering what our next “swinging” experience will be like and feeling a bit deprived, having not actually “swung”.

I’ll certainly come back to report on it whenever it happens, hopefully sooner than later. Until then, rest assured that I have not developed a new appreciation for octopus couples erotica and probably won’t be starting a new kink as a masturbation listener.

But my wife and I now agree, with a bit of reflection, that we just might go back for another round with Uncle Pete and Madison to see what other fantasies they want To play out. After all, it’s the strange things in life that keep us on our toes and give us the half-hopeful, half-terrified wonder about what might be waiting around the next corner.

Either way, the night – though much different than we expected – certainly gave us a shared experience to remember and that little extra oomph that only makes our partnership stronger.

And if any of you open-minded couples out there are looking for some new naughty friends who won’t flake out at the first sign of a tentacle, hit us up.

And if Pete and Madison happen to be Redditors and stumble across this post, this message is for you: Thanks for trusting us. We accept you for your unique sexuality, even if it involves a sushi menu. And if we meet up again, I promise not to fall asleep next time! 😉

TL;DR – Met a couple for drinks and (potentially) sex, ended up in a strange situation with erotic stories about being fellated by octopus tentacles and mutual masturbation, and then fucked up by falling sleep while my wife “finished them off”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oigumu/our_first_attempt_at_becoming_swingers_didnt_go