Getting into the swinging scene not something I ever expected. Nor my girlfriend I suspect. I wouldn’t be too surprised if a good many SH people are the same. Wendy and I just enjoy a good, healthy, carnal relationship. Admittedly naughty...we are lovers, conducting our occasional trysts in secret, our families unaware of our affair. We first met nearly twenty years ago. Both of us sent by our respective offices to attend a rather dull conference. Neither of us had much ambition for Sales & Marketing, but thankfully found each other on the first day and had far more more fun than I think our employers intended. The spark between us was immediate and the sex sensational. Wendy was then a relative newlywed, and I was in a steady relationship, so our weekend fling remained just that. To us the internet was in its relative infancy, so keeping in touch never really happened, despite our best intentions. Fast-forward a few years and we found each other again via Friends Reunited (remember that!). We enjoyed the occasional email exchange but life was pretty hectic for both of us, so we never found the time to meet again. Then in recent times a facebook trawl led to a shy hello and then a coffee together one day when Wendy found herself in London. I think we were both surprised at how easy we found each other’s company. We resolved to try make more of an effort, exchanged emails on an increasingly regular basis, got together a few times for a drink, and well, you can guess the rest. The sex was a little more tentative fifteen years on, but still fabulous. We soon found our rhythm again. We just seem to click. I think we both enjoy the friendship. We’re just as likely to meet for lunch or a walk, as we are for an afternoon or rare night of passion. We don’t push it as we’re both busy. The years have been kind, but we’ve both had ups and downs. Just life, I guess. During summer 2015 we got chance to get away for a couple of days together. A rare treat! We booked a hotel. On the second day we were in our room. The weather that afternoon was hot and we’d come back upstairs to cool off a little. We were relaxing on the balcony with a couple of beers. We were both wrapped in towels after being in the outdoor pool; Wendy in her bikini, me in my trunks. Our discussion turned to fantasies and some comments we’d made the previous evening in which we’d “rated” some of the other hotel guests. All very silly, juvenile stuff, but fun. We were feeling playful and I sensed that Wendy was in a teasing mood. I suggested we play a game. After a little bit of to-ing and fro-ing the 'rules' were set. I was to play the part of a stranger, possibly one of the guys Wendy had ‘marked high’ the night before. Then in round two we’d swap things round. This was supposed to be a chance encounter, with Wendy meeting the fella (played by me) for the first time. The idea to see how far we would allow ourselves to ‘go’. We promised each other that it had to be serious, though I suddenly sensed an air of hesitancy from Wendy. "As long as you’re sure you want to do this" she said with an almost concerned expression. I'm having to ad-lib the conversations from memory, but it went something along these lines... We started with me asking Wendy if I could rub some sun cream on to her back. I genuinely said that I wouldn’t have a problem with another guy doing that to her, so allowed myself – as the stranger – to begin Wendy’s massage. It somehow very quickly went from matter-of-fact to surprisingly erotic. Soon I’d massaged all Wendy’s back, then her calves, and then the backs of her thighs. Wendy’s towel very soon discarded, she just in her skimpy, white bikini as she allowed me to caress more and more of her skin. I was genuinely a little surprised at how easily Wendy was allowing me to progress. "I’m doing this supposedly as a stranger" I reminded her, "a guy you’ve only just met, or had you forgotten?" "I haven’t forgotton" Wendy confused "It’s just a little unfair and, well... just really nice all at the same time." "Would you rather I stop?" I asked. "Yes, or rather no." Wendy blushing. She seemed to gather herself, as if struggling to regain command of her emotions. "It’s all rather too nice George, but no, I’m good to carry on. For one thing I’m quite liking how you seem to be getting a little jealous of my admirer." We settled back 'into character'. “Would you like to do my front?” Wendy suggested, reaching back and untieing the string of her bikini top. "Jeez!" I muttered. She’d twisted round on the sun lounger and was making to sit up, letting her bikini fall away, her fabulous breasts swaying freely into view. When I regained my composure a little I said I’d be delighted. Wendy stood over me, making no attempt to cover her breasts, allowing the stranger to rub cream on her shoulders and arms. It was like she'd stepped the game up another couple of gears. “Just tell me when I’ve, or rather when he’s gone too far” I suggested Wendy agreed that she would, smirking. I hesitated. It would be only natural then to run my fingers over Wendy’s boobs, annointing them with suncream. Wendy smiled, I was the one a little confused now. “Thing is George” she admitted, “this is all so lovely. If this wasn’t a game I wouldn’t want him to stop. I allow you, my lover, to touch me, George. You’re not my husband. Is this game so very different?" As I massaged her tits Wendy just purred. “Would you really allow a man to be so intimate with you?” I quizzed. “Would you let him?” I asked. Wendy simply nodded. "Keep going." It was almost an order from Wendy now. "I’ve always had this fantasy, George" Wendy now being candid, making me pause for a moment. "I’ve always had this secret notion I suppose, to be with someone I don’t know. With a stranger. "I know I’m supposed to tell you, or rather to tell him, the stranger, to stop, but I can't George. I know I should but I also know I wouldn't. "You probably think I'm a slut, that I'm such a tramp, but its just too nice, too close to this fantasy I have. You’ve got to keep going. "We shouldn’t have started this game, but you mustn’t stop now" She was being deadly serious and looked slightly anxious. I didn't know what to say. I made to hug her but she shook her head. "You've to carry on George, please. "Please don’t think I’m being silly, but this is like a dream come true, it really is" she implored me, "keep going, please" Wendy was standing just inches in front of me. She was trembling slightly. I knew what was expected. She nodded, smiled at me weakly. "Would it be ok if I were to..?" I hesitated, struggling to finish my question. "Would you allow him to do this Wendy" I said, boldly this time. I reached forward and slowly undid the bow to one side of her bikini bottoms. The cotton and string seemed to fall apart as I loosened the other bow. Wendy breathing heavily, totally naked in front of me, making no movement to stop or hinder me, shaking as my fingers traced gently over her belly and mound. "Am I ok to..." "God, yes!" Wendy gasped. As I teased and massaged her pussy there was no Wendy telling me to “Stop!” instead she widened her stance, encouraging me to pleasure her wetness even more. She was very aroused. We both were. But I was also really shocked at her honesty. I leaned forward, finding her clitoris, parting her pussy lips with my tongue, my fingers twisting inside my lover as I finger-fucked her. I stood, lifting her to me, snogging her. Very direct, very passionate. Wendy responding in kind, not placid or reluctant but kisses returned with lust and desire. My cock was hard and throbbing as I held her and pressed against her. "Would you touch him?" Wendy paused, then took me in her hand, wrapping her delicate fingers round me. It was delightful, yet somehow shocking however much I tried to feel otherwise. I felt surprised too. I'd never appreciated this wanton side to my lover before. I quizzed Wendy with my eyes. She smiled, blushing, looking a trifle guilty then whispered "Yes" as she sunk to her knees and took me in her mouth. There was no Wendy asking “Don't you think you've gone far enough now?!” she feasted on me with such energy and enthusiasm. I felt obliged to ask Wendy at every stage if she'd allow her stranger to do this or that. At every point she nodded her ok. I could tell it was driving her crazy with lust and she was trying so hard, at least outwardly, to maintain a degree of self-control. "There's one more question I have to ask." I stated, surprised at how calm I sounded when I felt so excited and nervous. "I know" smiled Wendy, pausing and looking up at me. She stood-up, still holding me, guiding me from the balcony to our room, embracing me. "You’ve got to ask me George." I struggled with how best to pose the question, then blurted it straight out: "Would you fuck him?" Wendy closed her eyes, biting her lip, then replied quite resolutely "Yes." "How would you like me, sir?" pulling me with her onto the bed. It was such an unbelievably savage and passionate fuck. It was as if Wendy's confession had cleared the air, like she'd owned-up to something she’d bottled-up for years, and was now almost taunting me, as if to say 'yeah, I'd fuck him, so what...what you gonna do about it, George?!' As we fucked we still teased, but tense, thrilling, serious still, but breathless with it. Wendy triumphant almost, while I was determined to make her surrender to my control... Then she shocked me even further. "I'd like to think that I wouldn’t let him fuck my bottom" Wendy blushing again. "That's something, well you know George, that I reserve just for my husband. "But if he took me that way I think I'd be utterly powerless to resist. "It feels fantastic, amazing and depraved all the same time. "He can do anything he wants with me, I just feel just such a slut. "He can do anything he likes...I want it so much." We enjoyed a few naughty firsts that afternoon! The mood affected us for the remainder of our break, in a very lovely manner, leading to some real heart to heart and incredibly arousing conversations. Wendy acknowledged that she really fancied the thought of being with a complete stranger, of making love anonymously, or fucking someone she’d only just met. But she was also worried about how I’d react. This was totally new territory for us remember. I had to be honest. There was a little bit of slight annoyance, call it jealousy if you like (silly, I know as we were only playing a private role-play game) when Wendy had initially shocked me a bit with her unexpected permissiveness. But when she explained how our game made her reveal one of her most secret fantasies to me I couldn’t help but admire and approve. Once I started to think about it more and more the thought of her being with another guy was such a turn-on. I told her so. More than that, she also liked the idea of being fucked by more than just one guy. I felt bad that I'd not picked up on this before, but she told me off for being so silly. "It's not something a girl can just admit to George" Wendy explained. "Like what you gonna do? Just conjure up a gang-bang for me?" "Wow Wendy. Absolutely! If that’s what you fancy!" I enthused. "I've seen how powerfully the thought excites you Wendy. I'm not about to let you miss this adventure. I'm your lover after all...You're allowed to act all depraved and misbehave with me." Now it was me being serious, and Wendy slightly shocked that we might consider playing our game properly and not just for pretend. "Oh Jeez! For real... You think we could?" it was like bend me over and fuck me again, Both of us, Wendy especially, so aroused at the thoughts. As we discussed and explored possibilities Wendy further confessed that her fantasies went beyond just being with another man. She liked the prospect of seeing me with another woman. She was also curious about being with another woman herself. We seemed to have reached a very daring understanding, a whole new world of thrills and excitement had suddenly become something we were considering, even though we were unsure how to proceed. We came back to our respective homes and families with very different attitudes than when we’d set out just a few days earlier. Wendy phoned me later that week. She enquired had we really resolved to embark on a group sex adventure. I assured her that we had. "Oh my God! Do you really think we can, do you think we should, George?" "I think it could be lots of fun Wendy, and I’d love to see your expression if we do! I don’t think we need rush into anything, but I’m happy to research the scene if you’re still feeling brave." There was along pause. Wendy weighing things up, though I think she already knew her mind. "Mmmm...Why not George...Let’s give it a go!" **** I’ve slightly altered some elements, but only for the sake of anonymity. I hope you enjoyed it. If you do I’ll try and write the tale of Part Two, where there's more action to our adventures lol Thanks... G. Part Two to follow... "making it happen"....