How We Got Involved in Swinging - Part 2

I know I didn't explain that very well, but that's what I was thinking at the time. It's funny, but as I look back on it now, the thought of being naked with another naked man never entered my mind. I'll say right here that I don't have a homophobic bone in my body. I think that whatever consenting adults do behind closed doors is simply none of my business. Gay men and Lesbian women don't bother me in the slightest. It's not for us, Lin and I are both straight, but it's just as normal as being anything else in this world. So the thought of my body accidentally coming into contact with another man's body never entered my mind. It still doesn't - I just don't care. We're not getting naked to play with each other, we're getting naked to play with this nude woman who has so graciously presented herself for our pleasure, and most importantly, hers… but I digress…

Having settled it in my mind, albeit in a rather jumbled fashion, I began to think about how I would talk to Lin about it. As the time for her to return home drew nearer, I began to get more and more anxious about it. Would she think I was a freak? Would she demand that we drop the subject, and leave fantasy a fantasy? Would she start wondering if I really loved her if I was so willing to share her with someone else? I had those questions and many more, and the worst part was, I couldn't truthfully answer any of them with any degree of certainty. I was truly lost. I thought I kind of knew the answers, but I couldn't be sure.

When she got home from school, I let things lie dormant while we got used to being together again, and settled into life. The school was only 100 days long, but that seemed like an eternity to us. Once the excitement of her being home settled down, my thoughts of the MFM threesome came back. After about a month of thinking over how best I could approach the subject, I kind of invented a ritual we enjoy to this day - 'The Dirty Drive.'

We both love to explore. We both love to go for a ride in the car, and just get out on the road and go in no particular direction to see what we can see. We have some of our best discussions in the car. It's hard to explain, but for some reason getting out of the house, away from everyone and everything, and into a place where we truly are alone with each other changes our whole point of view. We're able to discuss things more openly and concentrate on each other, rather than distractions like telephones, kids, family life, and just other people in general. One Friday evening, as the sun was setting, I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. She readily agreed, and off we went.

As we made our way out of town, we made small talk, getting the normal chitchat out of the way. When we were out in the suburbs, I began to turn the conversation more toward sex, and our fantasies. I could tell that she was becoming aroused by our conversation. With a deep breath, I finally asked the question; had she ever thought about making her MFM fantasy a reality? She thought about it for several minutes, during which time I think I held my breath, before answering that she had, but was afraid of all the possible consequences. I know I let out a sigh of relief - not because she had thought about consequences but because she hadn't thought less of me. I told her that we could talk about it, if she wanted, and work through any consequences we thought might come up, and she agreed with me.

During the rest of our ride, I asked her a multitude of questions while I explained everything I had thought through during her absence. She listened to me, answered my questions, and offered a few of their own. In that one 3-hour drive, we became more relaxed with the idea in general, and the thought of actually doing it aroused us both. I never came right out and asked her if she wanted to do it - and in fact, I told her that I didn't want an answer to that question right then. It was something that we both had to seriously think about for a while.

No, we didn't go home and have the sex of a lifetime. We did have sex, but it probably one of the most intimate experiences I've ever had. I remember vividly how we watched each other as we made love. Each of us seemed to be gauging each other's reactions, and I'm sure we both had more questions than answers when we fell asleep.

We talked about it for a few months after that. It was a frequent topic, and one that we put a lot of serious thought into. We made our 'dirty drives' a lot dirtier by talking through some of her fantasies, with me playing with her as I drove, and her getting more and more excited with each passing mile. One night in early 1993, she told me that she wanted to try it. She thought that we could both handle it, and she wanted to experience it at least once. That’s the night we went home and had the sex of a lifetime.

Having both decided that we really wanted to do this, the question then became 'who?' Who would we approach with this idea? We knew that we didn't want to invite a total stranger into our bed - there are a lot of freaks in this world, and we didn't want to take the chance that we'd invite the next Ted Bundy to come play with us. We didn't want to jeopardize either of our working relationships by choosing a co-worker (and to be honest, nobody I worked with would have fit the bill anyway.) We both knew that the man had to be single, and still today that's one of our criteria. We refuse to make Lin 'the other woman,' so all of her playmates are either single, or part of a lifestyle couple who plays separately on occasion.

After a week or two, she told me about a guy who worked in a different office than her (I'll call him George, for the sake of discussion,) whom she had been flirting with. Let me say here that Lin is a flirt - she always has been. She's never been a tease, and all of her 'flirt-buddies' know that it's all just sexy banter, and nothing else. She thought that this guy would be a likely candidate. I went to her office and she introduced me to him that day. He was a nice guy, and as we all chatted, Lin really raised the flirting bar. She later told me that she did it on purpose, with me there, to let him know that I knew about it, and was fine with it. When she got home that night, of course we talked about it. Yes the whole thing excited her, and yes we did have some very intense sex that night.

By this time, it's spring of 1993, and Lin had come down on orders to be transferred overseas again. We were to leave that fall, so we didn't have much time left where we lived. We looked at it as a good thing - our logic being that if we had the experience, and didn't like it, we would soon be leaving the area, George, and any associated problems behind.

My questions soon became about George. Would he try to take Lin away from me? Would he see our threesome as the green light to try to get into her pants whenever he felt like it? Would he try to push the issue if she turned him down? Would he be discrete, or would he tell everyone he knew that he had 'been there, done that?' I got to know George a little better, and just being around him assured me that most of my fears were unfounded. He just didn't seem to be that kind of guy.

To cut to the chase, the three of us eventually got together. That first time was unlike anything Lin or I had ever experienced before. I'll admit at first I was nervous as hell - all 3 of us were. There was more nervous laughter in that house that day than anyone could imagine. We finally relaxed enough to just let it flow, and it certainly did.

After George left, of course we went for another dirty drive and talked about it. We both agreed that we'd had a wonderful time, and that George had been a good choice for our first encounter. Had I been jealous? Surprisingly, no. It had really excited me to see her receive that much pleasure. At first I had kind of detached myself, and looked at them as two people having sex, and not as somebody else having sex with my wife. As things progressed, however, it became a case of extreme arousal at just how turned on my wife was. Lin's initial reaction was that of surprise. In our fantasies, we can shape and mold things and people to the way we want them. Lin told me that in her fantasies, she had morphed the other man into a copy of me. When George came over, she had totally forgotten that everyone's different, and that he wasn't another me. Everything from the way he performed, down to the way he smelled was different. She hadn't planned on that. She had two different men, with two different styles of lovemaking, and she was surprised by how much that alone had turned her on.

We both agreed that it was certainly something we wanted to do again - and we did. We invited George over to our house several more times before we left for overseas again.

Once overseas, our exploration into this new facet of our sex life continued. By this time it was fall of 1993/winter of 1994, and this was long before we discovered computers or the internet, which was just basically starting to explode at that time. We met people through our own interaction with others, and through answering ads in local swinger's publications. At that time, there were several of those in most major cities around the world. While we were overseas, we continued to play exclusively with single men, both of us focusing on Lin, and having a total blast doing it. When it came close to time for Lin to re-enlist in the army, she decide that she'd had enough, so she got out of the army, and we came back home to the US in early 1998.