Chapter 4

And then Wendy said “Tell me more about the swinging...”

I told her everything. I’d always been happy about sharing my girlfriends, even before I met my ex-wife. I told her about meeting an older couple at a nudist beach on holiday who’d invited us back to their hotel room later that night. The thrill of seeing my girlfriend (as she was at the time) being fucked by a much older guy as I enjoyed his wife. Seeing the two women play with each other was a fast way to get me hard again.

I told her about swingers ads as well as clubs we found in the back of one of the free newspapers. I told her about the clubs we’d visited, the group sex and the gangbangs, the bukkake and cum covered parties, the golden showers and the anal, the old couples and the even older!

Every now and then, Wendy would ask a question, but mostly she sat there wide-eyed and excited. “Did you ever see anyone you knew from work or friends?” “Yes” “What was that like? Were you embarrassed?” “No, because if they were at the same club or party, they’re obviously interested in the same things as us! We shared with lots of those people, and the motto always was that what happened at the party stays at the party. Next time you see them at work or in the street, you don’t mention a thing about the sex games.”

“Would you take me to a club?” I couldn’t say yes fast enough!

I didn’t see Wendy next morning, as I was up early for work. But I hadn’t been slacking and had found a club about ten miles away, which seemed perfect. Domestic bliss when I went home and Aunty Marion had made a cottage pie. Much better than a chilled meal from the supermarket! All three of us sat around the kitchen table.

“Did you think about what we were talking about last night?” said Wendy. “I have. I’d love to, and I think I’ve found a club we can go to later this week if you still want to.” “What’s all this about, Wendy?” asked Aunty Marion “Tony told me that he used to go swinging with Louise, and he’s going to take me!” “That brings back memories! Back in the seventies, I used to go to wife-swap key parties where everyone threw their keys in the middle and you went off with the person who picked out your key. We all felt very modern, all part of the times where the pill had given us so much freedom.” “What happened after the keys had been picked?” “Well, you went off with that person, sometimes with that couple, especially as I was a single woman at these things. You never argued; you just felt very comfortable with it! Your Mum and Dad used to go a lot, Tony, and I often ended up with them.”

Now it was time for my jaw to drop. Mum and Dad swinging! Mum and Dad with Aunty Marion! I couldn’t believe it. And if you met my sweet, retired parents, you’d have trouble seeing them at a swingers party, let alone two sisters and one husband!

The rest of the meal passed in a bit of a haze. I just wanted to know more, but my mind was still trying to process what I’d heard. At the end of the meal, Wendy said she was going out, and I helped Aunty Marion clear up. I watched some TV in my room, and then I heard Aunty Marion go to bed. I decided to go and see Aunty Marion, so I crossed the landing and knocked on her door.

When she told me to come in, I found her in bed. I sat on the edge of her bed and started to ask her about Mum and the swinging of fifty years previous. She lifted the sheets and asked me to join her. She was naked in bed. I stripped off quickly and joined her on the bed, my erection already proud in anticipation.

Aunty Marion talked about going to bed with her sister and her husband, and she told me that neither of them felt any embarrassment. She would be fucked by my Dad, and then the two sisters would bring themselves off together. She talked about how wet my Mum would get as Aunty Marion went down on her and my poor cock was getting harder and harder, and I knew I daren’t touch it or it would explode!