I’ll start by saying that we had talked about swinging but had never followed through at that point. We were throwing a party for our third wedding anniversary at our house. It was a good number of guests, and a lot of them lingered well into the night. After a good amount of wine was consumed, it was whittled down to three friends of ours – Josh, who was going to stay over in our guest room, and Paul. Josh had a girlfriend and Paul a wife, but as luck would have it, neither was able to make the party.
A little after midnight, me and the guys were cleaning up in the kitchen, when Josh (a little drunk, clearly a little horny) started blathering on about my wife’s body. In fairness, it’s a pretty damn nice body – generous curves but still pretty tight. The more he did, the more Paul joined in with his own commentary. I gave them a little shit for it, but to be honest it was turning me on, and finally I started adding my own commentary – asking them just how badly they wanted to feel her big breasts or bend her over by the couch.