Swinger

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We had already been there, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They held a dance every two weeks, and many couples got a room at the motel for some time after the dance. The last time we went, we were invited to a room, but this time we would have our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to the room. The motel is one of those two places of history that seem to be everywhere. Linda changed into her little red dress. She wore it without bra or panties, and when she leaned on her breasts, she almost fell off. She could put a show in two directions at once.

“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.