When we were first married, we were friendly with another couple and did a little flirting with each other's spouses. Over several weeks, the flirting evolved to kissing and petting and then to soft swap. Us wives went to lunch often and talked about each other's hubbies and how exciting the swapping was for us.
She asked if I ever thought about going all the way with her hubby, well of course I had but I was kind of afraid to but if it happened, well I wasn't sure. The next weekend I was fooling around with her hubby just like usual. He was licking on me and then moved up to kiss me his penis just 'accidently' slid inside me. He thrusted a couple times and pulled out.
We switched back to our hubbies and had intercourse just like we always did. For the next few weeks we continued that kind of soft swap with full penetration as kind of foreplay. It wasn't all smooth sailing; I freaked out one time. But eventually we became a full swap couple and even spent the night with each other. We also swapped with other couples too.
Then the oddest thing happened, my hubby began to lose interest in swapping which kind of irritated me and I began to sort of sneak over to the other couple's homes for sex. I'm sure he knew but it was 'don't ask don't tell' but eventually all of the couples lost moved on and that was the end of swapping.
A few years later my hubby lost his job during the recession. He got depressed and our sex life sunk to a low point. I tried to be supportive and encouraging and I wanted sex with him but he didn't want to and even had trouble getting an erection.
He also began pestering me to go out and get picked up and have sex that way. There was no way I was going to do that but he kept after me and made me mad until one night I'd had enough. I made quite a show of being mad and getting dressed up, hair and makeup, etc. hoping he would stop me.
So I did it. I went to a hotel cocktail lounge, had a drink, a man approached me and asked if he could buy me another. Well of course he could. I hadn't thought to bring any condoms and he didn't have any either so we had to stop in the hotel notions store and buy some before heading up to his room.
When I got home, my hubby was all over me with curiosity. He actually wanted me to tell him all the details and I was still mad enough that I sought to hurt him by not only telling him but also exaggerating things. It had the opposite effect.
He got fully aroused and we made love. That was my first experience with how powerful his desire to reclaim me was. We settled into a cuckold routine. Every couple months I would buy a new piece or two for my wardrobe, get my hair and nails done, go downtown, have sex with a stranger, and come home to my adoring hubby.
But eventually I cheated too. I had gotten used to getting picked up and on a business trip, a guy hit on me and I had sex with him. When I got home, my hubby didn't know and kind of ignored me. I don't know why but I expected him to figure out what I'd done so we could have passionate reclaiming sex.
When I was traveling, I began to be promiscuous, even being reckless. Finally the guilt was just too great and I confessed what I had been doing. He was hurt but also excited.
Now I make him a part of my preparations. I have him hand wash my sexy bras and panties and it's his job to replenish my condom supply so when I leave on a trip I have fresh clean undies and 12 condoms. I'm always looking for ways to spice things up.
