Wife's First Time by gdad4u

My Wife’s Introduction to Swinging. The following is true account. As accurate as my memory allows.

In the early 80’s, in the Bay Area, cruising opportunities were abundant, gay bars, bath houses etc., and adult bookstores. I LOVED cruising adult bookstores! This was before the internet. No Craigslist, no Squirt. When my wife and I first met, she knew that I had a small stash of porn magazines, and that I would frequent adult bookstores to view adult movies. She had no idea that I was doing more than just viewing porn.

Darlene showed no interest in porn herself, and I’m sure she’d never been in a bookstore. Fortunately for me, she had no problem with my wanting to view porn. I’d sometimes lay next to her in bed looking at a magazine, and we’d more often than not end up fucking like a couple of over sexed minks.

She had no idea I was BI, but I’d often use my tongue to clean her pussy after I fucked her. I enjoyed the taste of our mixed fluids. She was shocked the first time I did so. Now it was just part of our sex life.

We got married, and five years passed. Five years of going to bookstores once or twice a month to suck cocks and get fucked if I was real lucky.

one evening, I was in a bookstore in Redwood City. The video viewing area of this bookstore was one large room with several stands with individual screens to view the movies. They were not enclosed, there was only one actual booth that you could sit in and had a curtain for privacy. There was no sound, as at this time 8mm projectors were used in each of the booths. So, the room was pretty much silent.

I stepped up to a stand, put my quarter in the slot and began watching a gay movie. There was a stocky guy using the stand to my left and we were only two to three feet apart. While watching the movie, I glanced at my neighbor and saw that he had his cock out, slowly stroking it. His circumcised cock was about 6 inches, with a nice head, and like him was “stocky”, I could feel a tingle in my cock, and began rubbing it through my pants. I could see that he was watching me.

When my movie stopped, I pulled a quarter from my pocket and purposely let it fall to the floor. I went down on one knee to retrieve it, facing toward my neighbor. I looked up. My neighbor had turned toward me, and I was looking at his cock which was about 6 inches from my face. I couldn’t do anything else, I took his cock in my hand and stroked it. He stepped closer. I slid my lips over the head and began sucking his cock with full length strokes.

He placed his hands on the back of my head and started face fucking me saying “Fuck yeah”. I clenched my lips around his cock and let him do it his way. It only took two or three minutes before he froze and said, “Here it comes.” He blasted three shots of cum into my mouth. I swallowed, used my lips to milk him dry before he backed up, tucked his cock into his pants and left.

I looked around the room. There were four other guys there. Two were still at viewing stands, but two others were about four feet from me. Both had their cocks out. I stayed on my knees.

One of the guys stepped up and pushed his cock into my mouth. He stood still as sucked and soon rewarded me with his load. He backed away, and the other guy stepped up. He took a lot longer to cum and I enjoyed every second of working his load out of him. After I swallowed his load, and he left, the other two guys turned their backs to me.

I left the viewing room.

On the way out, on impulse, I picked up a swinger’s magazine, paid for it and left.

That night, I was sitting up in bed, pillow behind me, looking over the ads placed by couples and singles who were looking for sex partners. My wife finished her pre-bedtime routine and joined me, lying next to me under the covers, her hand found my cock and she began rubbing it with her fingertips.

“What are you reading, Hon”? ” West Coast Swingers” didn’t look like other porn magazines. Instead of glossy paper with large color images, it was newsprint paper and black and white. Many of the ads had photos included of the people who had placed the ad. Some were photos of the people engaging in sex with others.

I tilted the magazine so my wife could see. “It’s a swinger’s magazine”. “Some of these photos are pretty hot”.

My wife stopped rubbing my cock, propped her pillow against the headboard, and sat up next to me. Obviously curious. ” So, what’s it about”?

I explained “It’s an “ad” magazine for people looking for other people to have sex with. “Some of the ads are placed by couples, husband and wife or boyfriend/girlfriend”. “Some are single men or women”.

Darlene sat next to me, quietly looking at the ads. She asked, “Are these real people”?

I told her “Yes, these are real people”.

Darlene pointed to an ad placed by a married couple looking for single men. The ad had a photo of the wife and husband lying next to each other, naked. A second photo was of the wife being fucked by another man.

Darlene asked, “So, her husband is O.K. with this guy fucking her”?

I said “Yeah, I would guess that her husband took the photo”.

We looked through the ads. Darlene would occasionally point to an ad and make a comment about a couple looking “nice”, or a guy looking like a serial killer and laugh. She asked “What’s BI”? “This one says the wife is BI”.

I said, “It means she likes sex with both men and women”.

Darlene emitted and “Oooh”! “This one says they’re both BI”.

I said, “So he’s willing to have sex with men and women, and she’s willing to have sex with men and women.”

West Coast Swingers was a monthly publication, and over the next couple of months, I’d bring home the new issue and Darlene and I would look them over together in bed. She seemed to enjoy looking at and making comments about the photos. Afterward, we’d almost always have some great sex.

One night after some exceptionally good sex, we kicked back and browsed through the new issue of the magazine. Darlene asked me if I ever fantasize about people in the ads.

I replied, “Not about any one ad in particular, but I “do” sometimes fantasize about watching you with another man”.

She seemed surprised at this and asked, ” You wouldn’t be jealous”?

I didn’t tell her that just the thought of seeing another man’s cock fucking her pussy makes me horny as hell. Instead, I told her “I don’t “THINK”, I’d be jealous. It’s not like you’ll be cheating on me”. ” We’ll be doing it together”.

My wife said, “Wait a minute”! “We’ll be doing it”? “Do You Actually Want to Try this”?

I tried not to sound too enthusiastic, ” Actually, yeah, I wouldn’t mind trying it”.

She sat back against the headboard, silent for a minute. She asked, “You’d be fucking other women”?

I said, “It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it”. She hit me. I said, “If we connected with a couple, I’m sure they’d expect me to fuck the wife”. “But if you’re uneasy about that, we could just respond to ads posted by single men”.

Some more silence. “You REALLY want me to fuck other guys”?

I replied, “I love you more than life Hon, but yes, I’d love to watch you having sex”. “But only if you think it’s something you would enjoy too”. “We don’t “HAVE” to do anything”. “It’s just a fantasy of mine”.

Darlene was silent for a while, looking down at the ads. Photos of guys displaying their erect cocks. I kept quiet. She flipped through a few pages. Eventually, she said, “Let’s do it”! “But no married guys cheating on their wives”! “And I get to pick the ads”! “And you always have to be with me”!

I said, “Agreed”! We began looking over the ads with a new perspective.

It took Darlene a couple of days to pick out five ads. She picked out three single men and two couples. I pointed out that one of the couples stated that both are BI.

She simply said, “I know.”

I thought, “Damn! I hope this works out”! We got a P.O. box so we wouldn’t be sending our address out to strangers. We took some nude polaroid’s and sent out the responses. Some to P.O. box addresses, some had to be forwarded by West Coast Swingers for a 1$ fee.

We soon discovered that, like todays internet dating sites, there are fakes, flakes, and photo collectors. We wasted over a month, waiting for replies that never came.

We came to the conclusion that answering ads would be too hit and miss and would consume a lot of time. We called Rod & Sharon, the publishers of the magazine. We explained that we were new to swinging and asked for their advice about the best way to dip our toes into the pond.

Sharon suggested that we attend a party at a swinger’s club they run out of a home they owned. It was low key, and no pressure to participate. Darlene asked if any of the club members are BI. Sharon said that several of the members were BI, both male and female. We made reservations for the next Friday night.

It was Wednesday. Waiting for Friday to get here, I was on pins and needles. It was only two days off, but the anticipation was killing me. After work, I stopped in at an adult bookstore. The place was dead. I walked past the clerk and into the video booth area. the booths only had curtains for privacy, no doors. The booths were empty.

I went back to the main room and went to the wall with the porn magazines. The clerk was behind the counter looking at a magazine himself. I went to the gay section and perused the magazines with large cover photos of guys sucking monster cocks and taking big cocks balls deep in their ass. I was killing time hoping someone horny would come in.

“There are some hot magazines over there”! I looked at the clerk. He was looking at me.

“Yeah, I can’t argue with that”. I replied. I went back to browsing.

The clerk said, “I picked up a hitch hiker last night. I took him home and we spent the night humping each other silly”!

I continued thumbing through a magazine as I said, “That sounds like a good way to spend the night”.