Written by Roger

Swinging
27 Feb 2018


I posted a couple of tales on here recently about how my wife, Cathy, and I started playing with other people, and how this led to a life of enjoyment for both of us. The key to it was neither of us feeling jealous about each other, and even delighting in the other’s enjoyment.

It all started while our children were still quite young but, as they grew up, we had to slow down a bit, and our marriage became one of monogamous sex for more than a decade. I didn’t mind too much, I was still getting my oats, but it worried me a bit that Cathy was not as fulfilled as she would like to be.

For a few years, Cathy worked in a care home, where she would have to work nights occasionally. She wasn’t one of the night staff, but she was good friends with the owners and, if they were short of someone to work nights, Cathy would ‘fill in’ for a while. There were only two carers on at nights, and Cathy got on with the other night staff, so she said she didn’t mind too much, and it made our life easier arranging for one of us to be home to look after our children.

It was only after we had moved on that Cathy told me she had developed a close friendship with the other ‘night carer’ she usually worked with. Apparently, when it was very quiet at night, they would meet up in the laundry room and pleasure each other for hours on end. Cathy said both the other carer and her husband were bi-sexual, but she didn’t think I would go for that sort of thing, so she hadn’t mentioned it to me. I said I wouldn’t have minded trying.

As I said, sex with other people was put on the back-burner for quite a few years while our children were growing up, but Cathy started to show an interest in other men when our eldest had been at university for a year and the other one started talking about going. This started the period in our marriage which I like to call Cathy’s slut years.

Cathy liked to pick up random men to have sex with, often at a pub or a night out with her girlfriends. She had a variety of friends, many her own age group, mature married women who you wouldn’t think would cheat on their husbands, but many of them were not averse to a little bit on the side. It is possible their husbands knew and approved of what they were doing, I certainly had no objection to Cathy enjoying herself while she was on a social night out.

After I had the snip, Cathy came off the pill for a few years, she said she had to get her urges under control and it gave her a break from the pill, rather than being on it continuously for years. Cathy has always been a passionate woman, and she liked to say to me what a ‘lovely fucker’ I was as we enjoyed the afterglow.

As I say, when our children started to leave home, Cathy began hinting she wanted to ‘play away’. When I asked her whether she was thinking of a long term fuckbuddy, she said no, she was thinking of playing around with nobody in particular, like many of her mature friends did. Cathy hadn’t told me about her friends’ escapades, so she was forced to tell me about some of the things that had happened on their nights out. Often she was reluctant to tell me the names of her friends who had been fucked over the boot of a car out the back of the pub but, when Cathy saw it turned me on, she would open up with more detail of the occasion. Amongst her group of friends, they seemed to enjoy telling each other of their conquests when they next met up.

Cathy volunteered to go back on the pill, and I suggested she should also use condoms if she was having sex with men she barely knew. Cathy wasn’t too happy about the condoms as she said bareback sex was so much better. She even made a joke about men she barely knew – she said they had usually bought her a drink first, so what was the problem – but she agreed it was the sensible thing to do.

Having been fucked over the boot of a car a couple of times, Cathy decided she deserved a bit of comfort at her time of life. I wondered whether she had in mind to bring them home, but that would be a big step, especially with men she had only just met so, after some negotiation, we agreed on a compromise. We would book a room in a hotel every few weeks at a town some distance from where we lived, where neither of us would be known, and she could take her chosen man back to the room to have her fun. I would be with her in the club, to ensure her safety and, after I saw them leave, she would text me a series of ‘safe words’ every half hour to let me know she was safe and enjoying it.

Quite apart from ensuring Cathy’s safety, it meant that she got a regular supply of extra-marital sex, which she said she couldn’t do without. One occasion I well remember was when we had booked a room at the Travelodge about 50 miles from us, it was quite a large town with a number of clubs, so I thought Cathy would have a good choice of men. Having checked in to the hotel, we both showered and Cathy got herself ready for the evening. Cathy liked to dress smartly, not like a slut who was gagging for it, but a lady of nearly 50 years of age who expected to be wooed.

As we usually did, we went into the club together, so she had the chance to have a drink and settle her nerves before the guys started prowling round her. Once Cathy was ready, I went off to the gents and, when I returned, I stayed a discrete distance from her, so that other guys would start chatting her up. Cathy went onto the dancefloor with a couple of them, but she seemed put off when they wanted to get up close and personal, especially when they wanted to maul her arse.

The reason this occasion stood out was because the guy she always went back to when she came off the dancefloor was black. He wasn’t tall with a large bulge in his trousers, Cathy told me afterwards that he was quite quiet and respectful, which is what she found attractive in him. Cathy told me afterwards that his name was Nathan, 31 years of age, about my height and she really had the hots for him. She had been encouraged onto the dancefloor a couple of times by other guys, but returned to Nathan both times. When another guy came up and asked her for a dance, her body language was making it clear she couldn’t as Nathan had already asked her for a dance. They went onto the dancefloor, I wondered why he had not been dancing all evening as he was a lovely mover, and I could see from Cathy’s body language that she was impressed too. When the music changed to a slow one, they moved in close together and Cathy moved his hands down to her bum and they had a very sensuous snog.

As they prepared to leave, Cathy made a point of making eye contact with me to let me know she was happy and, when they walked past me towards the door, she winked at me. I made a point of smiling at him as he followed her out, but I don’t think he noticed. Cathy usually told her conquests that her husband was nearby to ensure her safety, which Cathy thought would avoid all his mates suddenly turning up. I waited a few minutes before leaving the club to ensure there was nobody else obviously following them, and I then started the short walk back towards the hotel. As usual, I had identified a pub close to the hotel where I could have a pint and await her half-hourly text messages of safe words, which would arrive in an agreed sequence.

Fortunately, it was a busy city centre pub with late opening on a Saturday night, as I was there for quite some time. It was just after 10.00 pm when I arrived there, and I was still there when they called last orders at 12.15. At about 11.00, my phone bleeped with a text and, when I checked it, it had the next 3 safe words, which I took to be Cathy telling me ‘don’t bother me for at least an hour and a half’, it was becoming clear Cathy was being well-fucked tonight.

As I left the pub just after 12.30, my phone beeped with the text saying I could return to the hotel now. We both had keys to the room and, when I opened the door, I was a little surprised to find Nathan still there. They were lying in bed side by side with their top halves on display. Cathy was smiling broadly, like the cat that got the cream, although Nathan was a little more subdued. Cathy had told him I would be fine with meeting him, but he wasn’t too sure, so I thought I should walk over and shake his hand warmly to show I was very happy with whatever they had done.

Cathy folded back the other side of the quilt to invite me in, which surprised me a bit as we had never had a threesome before, but I stripped off and climbed in the other side of her. Cathy reminded me that she liked me to fuck her soon after her fuckbuddy had had his wicked way. I was not used to three in a bed but Nathan seemed to have warmed to my presence, so who was I to argue. His ebony coloured skin seemed quite a contrast to Cathy’s colouring, and it did feel erotic.

I reached over to kiss my wife on the lips, stoking her breasts as I did it and, when I slid my hand down to explore her pussy, she opened her thighs, allowing me to feel the swamp that was slowly oozing out. Cathy gave me her sheepish look, explaining that the condom had burst the first time they had fucked and it seemed pointless using one after that. I suspect Cathy had declined the use of a condom so they could do it bareback right from the start, but what was done was done so there was no point in making a fuss. I climbed between her legs and fucked her vigorously, before adding to the mess in her cunt.

Afterwards, Cathy said she wanted Nathan to stay and meet me, because we would both be making a mess of her, so she thought we should both clean it up, which we did, much to Cathy’s enjoyment. Having drunk a fair amount that evening, I dozed off to sleep quickly, but was woken again just after 5 o’clock by Cathy and Nathan fucking yet again. Cathy told me a few days later that she had wanted me to meet Nathan and asked what I thought of him. I said he seemed to be quite a nice fella, and it was then she told me that he is bi. She went on to suggest we arranged to meet him again, possibly coming back to our place, but that will have to be another story, as they say.


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