My wife, 38, and I, 43, participate in swinging parties several times a month. Initially resistant, my wife now finds it a stimulating experience that has brought us closer together.
One day, the party host approached us with a special request regarding my wife. “To continue participating, we would like your wife to engage in a multiple-partner session with several of the men who regularly attend. You may watch but not participate.”
This was described as a rite of passage for the group. Entranced by the swinging lifestyle and the gentlemanly, safe nature of the parties, I was curious about my wife’s reaction and agreed.
When I hesitated about how to introduce this to my wife, the host devised a plan. We started with our usual partner exchange, adding a blindfold for some light BDSM. Once my wife became accustomed to the blindfold, the next step was to bind her hands and feet and have her pleasured by multiple men.
Initially anxious, my wife eventually said, “Not seeing makes it feel more intense.” The day finally arrived.
That night, Mr. A, paired with my wife, whispered something to her before leading her to a medical examination table. Blindfolded and bound, my wife, thinking it was a one-on-one session, did not resist.
I watched from the corner as the lights dimmed, casting a suggestive pink hue on her fair skin. Three other men, wearing masks, approached, their arousal evident. Like predators, they closed in on their prey.
Mr. A whispered in her ear, “Tonight, not just me, but three other gentlemen will join. They’re regulars, so you can feel at ease and enjoy unparalleled pleasure.”
“I didn’t agree to this. I’m scared,” she protested. Though familiar with casual touches during swapping, this setup was new and unsettling for her.
Calling out to me, “Help, please,” I remained silent as agreed. The men confirmed my acquiescence and began caressing her. Initially resistant, my wife soon fell silent.
Mr. A, donning a grotesque condom, slowly penetrated her, eliciting soft moans. Gradually, her cries of pleasure grew, “It’s coming, again!” He withdrew just as she peaked.
The others continued pleasuring her, bringing her to climax repeatedly. Exhausted, she was eventually carried to another room while I prepared to be entertained by four women.
Their expert touch and whispers enveloped me in waves of pleasure. Remembering my wife’s intense experience, I found myself equally captivated by the sensation.
This night, we experienced a new dimension of pleasure. My wife’s elegant yet lascivious display deepened our bond, bringing new excitement and depth to our relationship.
As I stood stunned, Mrs. A approached, whispering, “How was it? Your wife was amazing. Now, let us take care of you.”
Their meticulous caresses and movements heightened my pleasure, each tremor of my body echoing my wife’s deep erotic experience. As the night progressed, we discovered new aspects of each other, enhancing our bond.
Her trembling body mirrored my heart’s response, her beauty intertwined with lasciviousness, creating an artistic display of passion. That night, we explored the deep-seated eroticism within, forging an even stronger connection.