[M]y wi[f]e and I’s first time at a swingers club – pt 1

The swinger’s club pt 1.

My wife and I had been polyamorous for around a year and we were having a hard time meeting other non-monogamous folks so we decided to check out the local swingers club. The club’s site recommended we dress up so that’s exactly what we did — I wore a black tailored suit with a dark-red button-up (and matching handkerchief) and my wife wore stiletto, fuck-me heels and a skin-tight, slinky black dress that, at 5’4, struggled to contain my wife’s beautiful, perky C cups and gigantic ass.

As my wife put on the finishing touches of her makeup, I salivated over her ass like a street urchin in a Dickens novel. I came up from behind her and held her petite waist as I grinded my fully erect truncheon on her butt.

“Don’t you want to save it for the club?”

“What about an appetizer?”

The time [M]I slept with my [F]reaky Christian neighbor.

I first met Abby as she was moving in to my apartment complex. Her and her parents were struggling with lifting a couch up the stairs and I, being the gentleman that I am, offered to help.

Abby was absolutely gorgeous – tall and brunette with a killer smile. She was wearing workout shorts and and a raggedy t-shirt but as I threw peeks at her long, shapely legs I strongly suspected that she had an absolutely world-class ass.

I had just come back from the gym so I looked pretty fucking great and was feeling strong so I heaved the couch over my back and carried up the stairs. I was pretty impressed I had managed to do it so easily, but they were bowled over. I might as well have picked up a car. I could definitely tell that Abby was into me as she kept staring at my lips while her parents thanked me.

After a little while, I excused myself and went in to my apartment where I told my wife all about it. She looked at me skeptically and reminded me that I always talked about not shitting where I eat. Great, thanks for the reminder, my love.