I didn’t answer him right away. I thought he’d mention an exotic vacation—hell, maybe he wanted a threesome or some role-playing. We had tried the soft porn, regular porn and just about every sex toy under the sun—still, things in our bedroom always went back to humdrum. And humdrum was no longer getting the job done. I sighed and shrugged.
“I guess I’d be willing to at least give it a try, um, I mean, whatever it is. I guess it won’t hurt to at least try.”
A devilish grin crept across his face before he nearly pounced on me. “I’m so glad you agreed, baby.” He hugged me and squeezed my body with such zeal, I was almost as excited about this magic plan that would salvage our union and take us back to marital bliss. When he released me, Charles dashed into the bedroom and returned with a black tote bag. He rushed to the sofa and patted a spot next to him.
“Come on, let’s look through this stuff together. That way we can answer all of your questions and read at the same time.”
I felt my heart take a nosedive when I saw the pamphlets and brochures he held with such care.
“I just have such a good feeling about this,” he said, all giddy. “I’ve even talked to some other couples who say it’s done wonders for them. I know it’s gonna work for us too,” he smiled.
“Swingers,” I mumbled, my hands trembling as I read a brochure’s title aloud.
Charles quickly put his hand over mine. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, then said, “I know, it’s scary at first, but you promised you’d have an open mind.”
I jumped from the sofa and dropped the brochure as if my fingers had been set ablaze. I shook my head, trying to deny what was so evident by all of the materials my husband had collected on what he suspected would save our marriage.
“You, um…” I shook my head and swallowed back fresh tears. “You want us to have sex with other people, Charles?” I tried to shake the images from my head again. “W-w-what would people say? Our family? Our friends?. I can’t believe you want us to actually fuck other people! What about AIDS, what kind of shit…” I had to put a hand on my chest to keep my heart from failing me.
Charles stared up at me with hopeful eyes. The excitement that had invaded his face and voice had vanished. He glanced around at the pamphlets and brochures and shook his head. It was as if he found it hard to believe that I didn’t see this idea for what it was: our last hope at reclaiming happiness.
“I thought you said you’d have an open mind. I’m just trying to save our marriage,” he said.
“By bringing other people into our bedroom? What kind of sick shit is that? You want other men to fuck your wife? You think I want other women sucking your dick?” My voice was shaky despite my efforts to control it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Silently, I prayed that when I opened them the nightmare would be over. I tried to convince myself that I was enough for my husband, that the solution to our problems lay with us, not with other sex partners, but I could tell his mind was made up. We sat for minutes until his next words pulled me reluctantly into a sordid and sinful world.
“I thought you’d welcome me including you in this, I wanted to do anything to avoid cheating on you.”
His lips were still moving, but the only words that rang in my ear were “avoid cheating on you.”
Against my better judgment I told myself we could try it, if only once, just to show him this was not going to be the “fix-it” he was looking for;then we could return to our normal life and go to counseling like other miserable married folks.
Boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong.
Two weeks after that dreadful day our time had come. From the day of inception to the day of action, Charles had consumed our lives with his magic bullet of a plan. The rules were simple. We’d go to a mixer and mingle. We’d find a couple we were interested in and go into a more private room to talk at first. If we decided we liked each other, we’d take it to the nex
t level, whatever that was.
Every step of the way, something told me Charles would change his mind, or so I hoped. When we arrived at the private club and the valet took our keys, I thought okay, he’ll say forget it. Then inside, where the lights were dimmed, couples danced, sat at bars and tables like regular clubs, again I fantasized. He’ll see this isn’t the answer, I assured myself.
But Charles seemed to soak up the atmosphere almost instantly; he reveled in the surroundings. He grooved to the music, drank and looked around, gazing almost longingly at other men’s wives. And the other men, they smiled like they welcomed his stares. I found all of this repulsive, and had to excuse myself more than a few times to go gaze at my reflection in the mirror.
The last time I returned from the ladies’ room, we had company at our table. I walked up to find a younger Hispanic woman and an older black man socializing with Charles.
“This must be the missus,” the man said, and stood. Charles was too busy cheesing all up in his wife’s face to even acknowledge my return. I burned with envy. She was pretty, full lips, olive skin, oval-shaped eyes, with high cheekbones and large breasts. I couldn’t help but stare and compare her assets to mine. I shook my head.
“You must be Trish.” She smiled. “I’m Mercedes. This is my husband, Philip.” I looked at her, then Charles.
“It’s okay, sit.” He grinned.
Philip looked good for his age. I had no idea how old he was, but I could tell he was older. The gray hair at his temples added to his allure. But I was so jealous of Mercedes that I couldn’t really appreciate Philip’s attributes.
Until he touched me later, oh, when he touched me, my skin tingled beneath his fingers. His hands were firm, his muscular body was stiff and hard all over. I used my tongue to glaze over his six-pack and suckle his nipples and it drove him mad. I no longer cared what Charles was doing with Mercedes because I had found heaven right there in room 2354 at the Hilton.
Philip was a slow and meticulous lover. He was larger, thicker than Charles, and for the first time I realized just how much size really mattered. Philip used just the right amount of force. He filled me so much it felt as though he was tickling my ribs. He was sensuous, giving attention to each nook and cranny of my body.
The man had the nerve to kiss my elbows and made that feel sensuous. It was the first time I had ever experienced multiple orgasms. I never realized I could flow like that, heavy and freely. Philip gave me a tongue bath I won’t soon forget; his lips traveled from the bottom of my feet and all over. There was this “no oral” rule, which we had no problem breaking.
I wanted to suck the color off his massive dick. When he exploded in my mouth, I slurped and sucked, trying not to waste his juices. Fucking Philip was a high I had never experienced and after one hit, I knew I was hooked.