First Swing in Holland

When we were younger, before our daughter Jessica was born, my new husband and I met with a very nice Dutch couple, Tom and Marijke, for sex. This was in the early 1990s, maybe ‘93 or ‘94. We had decided to live in Holland for a year after we graduated from college in the United States. The couple asked us if it would be all right to bring along a girl that they knew very well. They said she was beautiful and liked men as well as women, and she was great fun. We agreed, my husband and I, although I was a little anxious. This was our first time swinging with a Dutch couple. Though, to be fair in telling this story, on my husband’s recent twenty-third birthday, we had gone to Amsterdam’s famous red-light district and hired a very pretty Polish prostitute to join us in a threesome.

We met at their place, a large red brick home with a colorful garden, in a wooded area east of the city of Utrecht. They were very friendly and, even if they were a bit older than us, both were quite attractive. Did I mention they all spoke lovely Dutch-accented English? The girl, who said her name was Maaike, was indeed beautiful, a slender blonde with a friendly face devoid of makeup who had arrived before us and was totally at ease with our hosts. I guessed she was only three or four years younger than I was at the time, me being just twenty-two.

We ‘broke the ice’ in the living room over coffee and tea. Aaron casually flipped through the pages of a Mayfair Girls magazine that had been left on the coffee table, looking at the nude girls as he and Tom talked. Maaike served the drinks and cakes with confidence while we had a conversation. With a woman’s eye for these things, I noticed she was thin, maybe no more than 48kg. Under her dress, she had strong, firm legs like most people who ride bikes everywhere. She wore a light, flower print dress that hung just above her knees, underneath which I guessed were small, pert breasts, as I didn’t notice a bra. Her long blond hair hung to the small of her back, her face was kind, and she smiled often. I knew my husband, Aaron, would like her, and so would I.

Tom and Marijke were in their late 30s or maybe early 40s; we never really asked. We met a few weeks ago at a music event at a local bar. Tom was handsome, with a light beard, and his hair was cut short with a trim athletic build. He and his wife liked to row their small boat on the weekends, so they were both fit and athletic. Marijke’s blond hair was cut short, framing a nice, friendly, heart-shaped face. She was not tall by Dutch standards, maybe only 172cm, and today she wore a lightweight low-cut blouse that hinted at a nice pair of breasts underneath. When she turned to pour tea, her ass looked tight and shapely in her American-style jeans.

As it happened, Marijke was totally into my husband, while Tom gave his attention to me right from the start. I watched as Marijke sat next to Aaron on the couch, another couple of buttons on her blouse undone, giving him a nice view of her cleavage as they talked. From behind, I soon felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders as Tom began to massage my back as we talked. At twenty-two, I knew my girls’, or tits, were a firm handful and got the job done for Aaron. From behind, Tom would get a nice look at my unbuttoned top where my boobs sat in a lacy bra. I was feeling good, a little nervous, and ready to play. Tom’s hands were strong and relaxing, allowing me to lean back into the cushions. After a short while, the tea and coffee cups were empty, and at Tom’s invitation, we moved the party to the upstairs bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, we all paused, as one decided we had too much clothing on. Tom put his arms around me from behind and gently fondled my boobs through my top, which soon landed on the floor along with my lacy black bra. Aaron began to undress Marijke, unbuttoning her blouse, as she unbuckled the belt on his jeans.

The action paused for a moment as all of us watched Maaike stop by the bed and look at the two couples playing. Aaron had Marijke in a hug and was busy, his hands exploring her naked body. Maaike, in one motion, pulled at a couple of strings and let her dress fall from her shoulders to her feet, which she stepped out of, naked. She was beautiful with a slim, athletic figure; her breasts were small and sat high on her chest with dime-sized pink nipples. Her skin was fair with lightly visible tan lines around her chest and bottom. As was the fashion she had a small tuft of blond hair between her legs. With gentle blue eyes, Maaike gazed at everyone as she stepped up on the bed and lay down on her back near the edge.