After a few emails back and forth we scheduled dinner.  When they arrived (late) we were generally calm, not too nervous and gave each other the look of approval.  Our keyword for “get me the hell out of here” was not delivered so to the ordering we went. Over some food we chatted, got to know a little about each other and then, starting talking sex and swinging.  It turned out they had been involved in the lifestyle for about a year with little success.  One couple had been their introduction to the lifestyle, and there had only been a few others and in total, only few encounters.

We talked about their likes and dislikes.  They seemed to be the type of couple that wanted to simply swap beds or even worse – ROOMS – have the sexual encounter and then head home.  As newbies, we weren’t sure how this was all supposed to go down, so we went along for the ride by saying that sounded fine.  We should have heard the warning when they discussed a recent party they attended where they separated and went to different floors for the night.  For Roxy and I, that was not in our list of interests and desires. We wanted to do everything – but together.

So we left dinner and went to their house for a drink.  We sat, we talked, Roxy and I even tried to sit beside them but they just weren’t that social. Never-the-less, we departed their house with the intent on making plans to see them in a more private and naked environment. So we got online the next day and booked a hotel.

The night of the hotel meeting Roxy and I were a little nervous.  Not so much for the main event, but because we weren’t sure they were the best match for us.  We were committed to go through with it though. We met, had some food and drinks and went upstairs all together.  We sat on the beds, started to talk, small talk that is, but no one was making a move.  As newbies, was this normal for experienced swingers?  Was it up to us to make the first move?

Well – Roxy did it.  She stood up, ripped off her shirt and everyone followed.  Within minutes Roxy and the guy were making out on their bed, and I was lying with his wife on the other bed.  I didn’t know whether to look over, say anything, talk to Roxy…I was lost – but went with it. The kissing was decent, but not like with Roxy.  I think the excitement of it being someone new AND in having my wife doing the same thing with another man beside me is what made it so exciting for me.

From kissing it evolved to touching, rubbing, my fingers going lower on her body, rubbing her and entering insider her as we made out.  I kept looking over at Roxy, her body arching backwards as the guy was doing the same to her, fingering and pleasuring her.  We seemed to be moving in the same order, moving on to oral, as each of us guys went down on each others wife.  It was hot, mainly because of the fact that this was being done together.

We both moved on to sex itself.  I watched my wife perform my favourite moves on him, while I tried to do my best with the “other woman”. All I can say is that fucking another woman while Roxy was fucking another man made me want her even more. When we finished and parted ways, Roxy and I went home and screwed each other with intensity. It was worth it.

We decided not to see this couple again as to be frank, while attractive they simply had no spark nor aggression to get it on with us.  They liked sex with other people.  We decided we liked sex together with other people. The key difference, well – as we would learn soon enough with another couple – 4 sets of hands are better than 2.

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