My wife and I are a fairly ordinary late-60’s couple, married for well over 40 years with grown up children and grandchildren. Perhaps I should start by giving you a pen picture of us. My name is Paul I am 5’ 7” tall, medium build, with grey hair, which I keep trimmed short as there is not much on top nowadays. My wife Claire is 5’ 1”, 36DD boobs and a bit overweight; she goes to Weightwatchers most weeks and fitness classes too but she does find it difficult to shed the extra pounds. As Claire is a bit self-conscious about her shape, I am always at pains to tell her how I worship her body and it really turns me on – which it does. Over the years, our sex life had sort of died, partly because Claire had a hysterectomy many years ago, but also because we were both busy with everyday working life. I don’t remember the exact reason, but we re-discovered sex a year or so ago. I would like to say we are like a pair of rabbits, but we are no longer sexual athletes and various ‘aches and pains’ impose limitations. I think I can claim to be good at oral sex (sadly not reciprocated), so I can bring Claire to a satisfying orgasm with my tongue. Provided I have done my job properly, she will be sufficiently wet down below for us to manage intercourse. If anybody is thinking of leaving sarcastic or unkind comments, I just hope you do not suffer physical limitations as you approach 70. I can’t remember the exact sequence of our conversations, but we decided to join SH, preparing a fairly basic profile initially. Apart from fictitious names, I added correct details of our ages, size and shape, but Claire would not allow me to post any photos of us, certainly not revealing pictures of her. Curiously, our profile generated some interest from other members, although I’m not sure whether some of it might have been generated by the site, rather than the individual members. One approach that particularly caught my eye was a couple in their 50’s who live about 20 miles from us. The factor that I particularly liked was the photos of the wife’s breasts, which I found just beautiful. They had been members for more than a decade but, amazingly, had never actually met anyone yet. I exchanged a few messages with the husband, who said they were unsure of what they were seeking but they, particularly his wife, were rather nervous, and cautious about meeting anybody. It was perhaps this factor that made me feel we had so much in common, because this had become Claire’s attitude. John explained that he and his wife, Jenny, had not really decided what they were seeking. He said that perhaps they wanted social friends first, with the hope that it would become ’with benefits’ subsequently. He said that the ‘benefits’ might only be a bit of touching and flirting, which might develop into soft swinging at some stage. They seemed so genuine, not to mention similar to us, that I decided to sit down and talk to Claire about them. The upshot was that we decided to ‘raise our heads above the parapet’ to see if they wanted to meet. Having messaged John some more, Jenny was still nervous, but we arranged to meet for a drink one evening at a pub close to them. We had exchanged photos via our email addresses so, when we arrived at the pub, we all recognised each other, and greeted each other warmly. Initially, the conversation did not flow very freely but it relaxed as we talked and we realised we did, indeed, have a lot in common. As we were in a public place, there was little talk about ‘you know what’ but it did mean that we talked about the things that put us at ease. We had been there for nearly an hour and a half, had a couple of drinks (orange juice for John and me as we were both driving) when John looked at Jenny, turned to us and said “would you like to go back to our place …… so we can talk some more?” I’m not sure whether this should have made us nervous again, but it didn’t, we wanted to carry on chatting with our new friends, so we readily agreed. As we followed them to their house in our car, Claire asked me whether I thought anything was going to happen there, and I said “no, I just think it is an opportunity to talk more freely”. When we got there, John suggested they open a bottle of red wine, and persuaded me to have a glass too. Their lounge was arranged with two settees facing each other, with a coffee table down the middle. Claire and I sat on one sofa, with John and Jenny on the other. I put my arm round Claire’s shoulder, I’m not sure whether I was trying to say ‘this is mine, keep off’ but John did the same, and I think we all felt quite relaxed. It was Jenny who first mentioned membership of SH, and what they had been thinking of when they joined over 10 years ago. It had not been too long before they decided it wasn’t for them, and they didn’t go on the site for a long time. The subject had, however, reared its head again during ‘pillow talk’ and the situation where they were meeting us had developed from there. Jenny said that John had told her I had admired the photos of her boobs, which she said made her feel quite proud. John took this as an excuse to begin undoing the buttons of Jenny’s blouse, and I fully expected her to slap his hand, but, amazingly she just let him carry on. Having undone all the buttons, he pulled the front wide open, to reveal her cleavage, which I remembered so well from their SH profile. I turned to Claire and said “your turn”, she paused briefly before pulling her top over her head to reveal her own beautiful bust. Before she had a chance to sit back, I reached behind her and undid her bra. She was not entirely happy with me, as she frowned and said “Paul, really”. Both John and Jenny laughed, so Claire decided to accept the situation, sitting back against my arm. I reached over and kissed her on the lips, and she responded positively, so I assumed I had been forgiven. We continued talking and, after a few moments, Claire rested her hand on my thigh and began, almost absent-mindedly, stroking my inner thigh. I then noticed that Jenny was doing the same to John, and the look on his face clearly said he was enjoying it - as was I. I slipped the straps of Claire’s bra forward off her shoulders, expecting her to protest, but she simply took it off and put it on the sofa beside her. Although I commented earlier about the photos of Jenny’s beautiful breasts on their SH profile, I should add that I find Claire’s boobs equally attractive – large, but not too large, perfectly shaped, and motherly. Claire folded her arms underneath her breasts to provide a little support, compensating for the loss of her bra, and I cuddled her closer with my arm round her shoulder. We must have looked so happy, because Jenny volunteered to slip her blouse off, and John reached behind her to unhook her bra, which was quickly cast aside. She adopted the same position as Claire, with arms folded underneath her boobs and I thought ‘this is nice, showing off our wives to each other’. Claire told them that I am definitely a ‘boob man’ as I like to lie in bed watching her get dressed in the morning, until she has removed her nightie, so I get a good view of her boobs before she puts her bra on. John and Jenny both laughed. We carried on talking about this and that, I can’t really remember what we talked about because John and I had started fondling our wives’ nipples. This progressed to the occasional kiss on the lips, which we all found quite erotic. I had started to kiss Claire’s nipples and suck them between my lips, when John said “we have a spare room with twin beds, do you think we would be more comfortable up there?” Claire hesitated from kissing me, and I thought the evening was about to end abruptly, when John continued “strictly soft swing, own partners only”. I looked at Claire, and she seemed to be exhaling, feeling less tense. When we turned to look at John and Jenny, they seemed to be staring expectantly at us, but it still felt something of a shock as Claire said “yes, that would be nice”. So, we decamped upstairs to their spare room. Nothing much was said as we walked up the stairs and, when we got there, John and Jenny took one single bed, with Claire and me heading towards the other. As we walked up the stairs, I had thought that both of the ladies being naked from the waist up felt so …… sensuous …… erotic …… horny! I decided that, even if we were just going to have a kiss and a cuddle, I wanted to have as much physical contact with Claire as possible – one of my favourite expressions first thing in the morning is ‘skin on skin’ – so we began stripping each other’s clothes off. John and Jenny had simply laid together on the other bed, and seemed quite amused by our furious activity. By the time Claire was naked, and I was down to my boxer shorts, I wanted to start, so I pushed her (very gently!) onto the bed and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. I pulled Claire’s hips towards me and began to lick her pubic mound, eventually finding her clit, which made her gasp. I looked over at the other bed to see they were spooned together on their sides watching us, and John was mauling Jenny’s breasts. Jenny had unzipped the side of her skirt and had one hand thrust down the front of her skirt. The expression on her face said it all. Claire bent her knees upwards and rested her feet on my shoulders, so I could gain access to her special place. The look of anticipation on her face was wonderful, stimulating her nipples downstairs had aroused her, and she was ready to move to the next stage. I gently flicked my tongue over her clitoris and she sighed deeply; when I looked into her face, she was smiling broadly and I sensed a feeling of lust in addition to happiness. I sensed movement from the other bed and looked over to see clothing being furiously removed, and thrown everywhere. They had clearly been turned on by what we were doing, but I quickly realised my most important task was Claire’s pleasure, so I plunged back in to her willing pussy. I licked her clit, plunged my tongue as far into her pussy as I could manage and finally sucked her clit firmly between my lips. This finally achieved my objective as Claire orgasmed noisily. With so little experience, I was not sure whether fucking was supposed to be on the agenda, so I lay beside my wife, spooned together facing the other bed. We then watched the beautiful sight of John doing to Jenny what we had just done. They were much more athletic than us, so they were on the bed together, and Jenny was just as noisy as Claire had been, I could tell that they were both enjoying it just as much as we had. Afterwards, we lay on our separate beds in basically the same position, watching each other and saying what a wonderful experience it had been.