First off: some parts of this might come off as a little braggy. Let me assure that that's not what this is about, it's just how that experience came to be.
So this is about my wife and me and how we started swinging. We are in our early 30s, have been together for well over 10 years and are both presentable looking people but no models. She has long red hair, is quite busty (D cups) and has curves in all the right places. I am a worker, so muscles but not very defined, sadly.
We have a good thing going on in the bedroom (among other places), we know what the other likes, dislikes and outright refuses to do and we respect each other. But as the years go by, things start to slow down and even the most fun part of our relationship became quite the routine.
So we both start talking about it. I'd like to spice things up with other positions, places and techniques, she also has her wishes. "I'd like to have a really rough fuck one day!" was one of the more blunt statements issued during one of out post coital talks. "I can to that, you naughty little thing!" – "Well, there's the problem: YOU can't."