The story of how me [F] and my husband [M] became swingers

I don’t know if this is the place for this story but I posted it in a different sub and was overwhelmed with positive comments and was told to share it here :)

I would hardly call myself a typical swinger or hotwife and if you told me 10 years ago, or even 5 years ago, I would be writing this I would think you’re crazy, but I thought I would share our journey into a lifestyle and community that has been one of the best things to happen to our marriage.

I’m a 46 year old mom of three amazing kids. My husband and were high school sweethearts and besides a 2 year break during college have been together ever since. I was brought up thinking monogamy wasn’t just the best way to go about a marriage but the only way to go about things. My husband was my first everything. My first date, kiss, sex, lust, and love. I’m a active member of two PTA classes, I’m a full time mom, part time bus driver (at least it feels that way with all the soccer games and ballet recitals) and a swinger.

Our sex life has always been good. Being together for over 20 years has its ups and downs but most of the time it’s been up. We would have sex a couple times a week, but my libido was always a little higher then his. He understood that and embraced it actually. I have a pleasure chest of toys that I would use with him or without him.

A little over seven years ago something changed. A close friend of mine from college came to visit with her husband and we went out to dinner. After a few drinks, the two of them admitted they were swingers and were active members of the lifestyle. Without prying too much we both asked questions. I was a little intrigued but never figured we would go through with it. The idea of sex without your husband seemed so taboo to me, but I liked it. That night, my husband and I had mindblowing sex. I remember feeling guilty after that because while I was having sea with him I was picturing somebody else. Anybody really. I admitted it afterwards and instead of getting mad, he wanted to go for round two. Like I said, our sex life was good but not multiple rounds good.

At the time, I was 39. I didn’t exactly fit the mold of what I thought a swinger or hotwife looked like. Looking back now I was naive but I was a little insecure in how I would be perceived. After two years of fantasizing, dirty texts, and roleplaying my husband surprised me with a birthday trip to an adults only resort that also had a reputation as a swinging resort.

Leading up to the trip I think we were both pretty nervous. We talked about rules and boundaries. Initially, our plan was to just watch, but being able to
connect with the couples online before the trip made some comfortable and excited by the idea of playing. The more we got to know the couples it evolved into “well, maybe we should go for it?”

When we arrived, the first thing I noticed was the cleanliness. The place was spotless. Everybody was so respectful and polite and overlooked the fact most of the guests were nude. It was liberating.

The atmosphere of the hotel made us feel welcomed and excited. We headed to the room to change and immediately went downstairs to explore. The resort was located on a secluded private beach and just off the water there was a 24 hour play area. There were different levels of cabanas that were all mostly occupied with either couples or groups.

My husband and I started kissing on one of the cabanas next to a similar aged couple. It was so erotic and before I knew what was hitting me I felt a warm hand on my back and it was the woman from the couple kissing next to us. I looked over at her and then my husband who looked at back me as if to tell me go ahead.

I gave her the nod of approval and she touched me while her husband started to play with my hair while I kissed my husband. At that moment we decided to slow down a little bit with them and I stared to give my husband head while they watched. She started touching herself while her husband watched. A few minutes we stopped and laughed and introduced ourself.

After we both pulled away and laughed my husband and I excused ourselves and headed to the hotel bar. At this point, we read as much about resort and swinging etiquette that we knew not to drink too much, but we both couldn’t help but get a drink. We giggled at the pool bar and gossiped about what happened.

I was so attracted to him in that moment and knew he felt the same about me. Something about the smell of another woman’s scent on him and how I could she wanted him made me swoon at the sight of him. We were both dressed at this point with levels of nudity around us that made me us keep breaking eye contact.

After about 30 minutes the couple we played with on the cabanas came over and we talked. They were a little younger then us but mature and it was their 5th time visiting the resort. We talked about shows, movies, and their son was the same age as our youngest.

After a little bit we wanted to keep chatting but it was getting late in the summer heat so we decided to meet at the resort lobby bar before the themed party that night.

One thing about me is that I’m **very** good at arts and crafts. The theme of the night was very predictable. It was a Greek toga party. We both wore togas we made at home with gold crowns and a gold satchel. It was weird but cute and as we were getting ready I put on a white thong. My husband laughed and when I asked what he said “you don’t need those” and I took them off.

We met the couple at the bar and had a drink or two before we finally build up the courage to enter the playroom. I’m not sure why I was still really nervous but the darkness of the room gave me goosebumps but also gave me nerves.

We talked in different levels of nudity and couples all over the place in participating in different sex acts. In front us, there was a woman my age spread eagle being eaten out while sucking somebody’s dick. Around her were 5 guys at different levels of excitement watching her in awe. In another corner a woman was sitting in a sex swing with different guys taking turns fucking her. I was memorized.

I was holding my husbands hand and grabbed it harder. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to leave but all I could muster was no.

We talked over to a bed and kissed. Our friends followed and sat next to us. As we saw sat down the wife asked if her husband could kiss me. She said he’s been thinking about it all afternoon. I was blown away. We were at a swingers club and I was being asked permission if somebody could kiss me. I said yes.

That was his green light.

He was with was very dominant, which my husband isn’t that dominant, and it was a huge turn on. He pushed me down on the bed and immediately pulled up my toga. I was soaking and he knew it.

I still think about that moment he licked me. I think I came but I don’t remember exactly. It was all a blur. My husband told me spent over an hour edging me closer and closer to cumming and driving me totally insane until finally he had me begging to cum. I came a bunch.

After a while he looked at my husband and whispered him something. My husband nodded and he pulled out a condom. He put it on and I knew I was ready. I was going to get fucked.

I don’t remember what happened next but I could barely walk when he was done with me.

After a while we stopped and kissed me. I pulled my toga up and sat down. My husband and laughed.

So we went back to our room and had the most amazing slow, caring sex I’ve ever had in my life. I was so sensitive that I came four times while he was fucking me. Then he spent like 20 minutes going down on me.

That was night one there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p7o1c2/the_story_of_how_me_f_and_my_husband_m_became