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Shy First Time Swinger Wife Ch. 01

By: harukifan



Sean and Becky fastened their seat belts and got on the road, headed toward their first encounter with another couple in "the lifestyle." They had been discussing this possibility for some time, and now it was finally going to become a reality. 

Becky felt a hint of nervous energy as she looked over to her husband behind the wheel. "How are you feeling?" she said. "Good," said Sean, taking a breath. "I'm good. I think we're ready." 

Becky wasn't so sure. 

She had always been attracted to women as well as men, but she had never fully explored those feelings. Now she was going to have the chance of kissing another woman, having sex with another woman, for the first time, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle it. She wasn't sure how to act, how to proceed, whether it would all be too overwhelming. 

She fidgeted slightly in her seat, gazing out the window at the passing countryside. 

Sean was confident. He had approached this new experience the same way he'd approached many other situations in life -- by reading and researching about it. He had read various websites about polyamory and swinging, listened to podcasts about threesomes, and corresponded with other couples in the lifestyle to learn more about what to expect. 

Becky found that the whole experience of exploring the possibility of being swingers was making her appreciate her husband more than ever. She loved his broad shoulders, his rugged handsomeness, and his manly presence. He made her feel deliciously small. She loved kissing him and touching his chest, feeling the coarseness of his chest hair against her soft skin. Now they were embarking on a new adventure together as co-conspirators, partners in crime. 

Sean had signed up for a swinger dating website and found a couple in a nearby city named Jason and Devon, whose profile seemed promising. They shared many of Sean and Becky's interests and priorities in life. They were parents, they were well educated, they were geeky and loved to read and learn. Devon had a feminine, curvaceous body. Jason was tall and slender, with a friendly spirit and quick wit. 

Even though Jason and Devon lived 2 hours away, Sean and Becky had gotten to know them quite intimately just by talking on the phone and chatting online. They learned more about Devon's love of women and men, Jason's appreciation for the female form and his favorite way to experience a woman. The four of them had good chemistry in conversation. 

Sean and Devon were well suited to each other for their similar interests in research and academic learning; Jason and Becky shared an interest in performing arts. Becky already felt quite comfortable with the other couple, and now they would finally get to meet in person. 

The drive passed quickly, and soon Becky and Sean arrived at the home of their new friends, where they would be spending the weekend. They pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Becky felt a quickening of her pulse -- this was it. It was really about to happen. 

"Ready?" she said to Sean, glancing over at him as he extracted their baby from the car seat. 

"Let's do it," said Sean. 

And they rang the doorbell. 

Jason and Devon welcomed their new friends into their home. It was already 5:30 and the babysitter would arrive at 6. The four parents watched the three kids play together on the floor of Jason and Devon's boys' bedroom, and talked about the plans for the evening. 

"We want to take you out for sushi first of all," said Jason. "Because my wife is addicted to sushi. Sushi is non-negotiable." 

"That sounds good," said Becky. Sean wasn't big on eating sushi, but Jason reassured him that there were many other delicious items on the menu. 

The babysitter arrived and the two couples departed for the sushi restaurant in an historic district of the city. The mood in the car was slightly tense but fun -- there was a frisson of energy in the air. The restaurant was full of a Friday night crowd -- lots of well-dressed couples and attractive young people out in the city. 

The couples found a table for four in a corner by the window and sipped tea as they watched the passersby outside. 

"You know what I love about this moment?" said Jason, in a low tone of voice. "It's that no one else in this restaurant could possibly imagine why we are meeting here tonight." 

Devon raised her glass. "Here's to new friends." 

Sean and Becky smiled. "To new friends." 

Becky loved the dinner -- it was the first time she'd had sushi in almost a year, and she eagerly devoured every roll and piece of nigiri on her plate. She and Devon exchanged glances across the table while enjoying their sushi dinners. 

"It's so romantic to take a woman out for a good meal," said Jason. "It's one of those special opportunities to put things in her mouth." 

Everyone groaned. "Sorry, I have a penchant for terrible puns," said Jason.

Becky was laughing. She was feeling very comfortable with these two. Her earlier nervousness had gone away. She found herself noticing Devon's lipstick and earrings, admiring Devon's soft lips and elegant neck. Devon carried herself with a certain reserve that was very appealing, and yet she also was able to laugh about quirky, goofy things. 

After paying the check, Jason said, "Why don't we go out for some Belgian beer?" 

They drove across downtown to the 4th Street district, home to many popular bars and nightspots. Up the stairs on the 2nd floor of a historic building was the Golden Lion, a bar which served rare Belgian beers. 

Sean chose a few beers for the table, based on what he knew about Belgian beer from spending a semester abroad in France during college. The ladies enjoyed a Raspberry Lambic, which tasted like a dessert. Becky was feeling free and easy-going. The two women sat beside each other in the booth, with their husbands on the outside. Becky found herself brushing up against Devon -- but instead of shying away, Devon returned the touch, ever so subtly. 

Another round of drinks came and went. Becky was feeling the happy buzz of libations, enjoying the company, enjoying the crowded, fun scene of a Friday night in the city. 

Becky noticed that Jason was gazing at her, appreciatively, with a quizzical half-smile. "What are you smiling about?" Becky said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"I was just thinking," said Jason, "that when we first started talking to you, you said that you were really nervous about this and weren't sure how to act in this situation, and now it seems that you're having a good time. You seem like a natural." 

Sean laughed. "She's a natural all right -- she's a natural born lover." 

Jason smiled. "She's built for sex." 

Becky blushed. "Wow, you guys..." She rested her hand on the table, and suddenly gasped, silently, as Jason took her hand in his own. 

"You said you needed a couple that you could trust and feel comfortable with," said Jason. "Are we making you feel comfortable?"

Under the table, Becky felt the warmth of Devon's hand on her thigh. 

"Yes," Becky said. "I feel very comfortable with you. With all of us, together." 

"It feels very natural, doesn't it?" Devon said, now lightly stroking Becky's thigh with her fingertips. 

Jason leaned forward and kissed Becky on the hand, in a gentlemanly fashion. "We'll treat you right," he said. "We're very grateful to have found you." 

Devon touched Becky on the shoulder. "You're so cute," she said. "I just want to hug you." 

"That's fine," said Becky. And the two women embraced. Devon laughed. "I want to hug you too," she said to Sean, and slid over to his side of the booth. "Mind if I check out your husband?" Devon said to Becky. 

"No problem," said Becky. "Be my guest." Devon and Sean leaned against each other and talked in a private conversation, Devon's hand caressing Sean's chest gently. The bar was dark, crowded and loud, and no one seemed to be paying attention to these two couples that had just switched partners. 

Becky found herself now very aware of Jason's presence, right beside her in the booth. He reached out to her and brushed his hand against her thigh, as if beckoning to her. "It's noisy in here," Jason said. "Want to sit closer?" 

Becky slid closer to Jason, giving him a mischievous glance. "I suppose so," she said. Jason reached out to her and took her hand once again. He caressed her fingers with his thumb, one by one. Becky found herself wanting to be touched by him, wanting to experience this new man. 

"Are you comfortable with me?" Jason said, pulling Becky closer to him, and gently wrapping his arm around her waist. "Are you comfortable being with an 'older man?'"

Becky smiled. "You're not so old," she said. "And I may be only 24, but I'm a big girl." 

Becky looked up at Jason's face. He was smiling gently at her. She liked his lower lip, protruding in a mischievous grin. She liked his hair -- it was like no other hair she'd ever seen. Kind of a rounded flattop, the hair stuck straight up out of his head, and the color was somehow brown and grey and blonde all at once, with a soft texture like the fur of an animal. 

"Can I touch your hair?" she asked. Becky giggled. 

"Of course," Jason said. "People tell me that my hair feels like a chinchilla." 

Becky stroked Jason's hair and sighed mockingly, as if to say "Ooh and ahh," to make it sound like she was deeply aroused just by the touch of his hair. 

"Oh, stop it," said Jason, as if pretending that his feelings were hurt. "Everybody loves my hair."

Becky laughed. She found herself feeling completely attracted to him and yet totally at ease. He wasn't ruggedly handsome like her husband, but he had smooth skin and striking features, and he had a nice manner about him. He was respectful and smart and funny. He was tall, and he carried his height with a quiet confidence. 

Jason touched Becky in the small of her back and slid his hand back and forth against her. He was enjoying being in the presence of this cute blonde woman, 10 years younger than himself. He was 34 years old and had never dated anyone who was much younger than him; his own wife was 1 year older. It wasn't like the age difference was hugely significant, it's not like she was 24 and he was 54, but he still felt somewhat excited and energized by the idea of experiencing a younger woman and sharing his experience with her. 

Devon and Sean seemed to be hitting it off well at the other end of the booth. Sean was whispering in Devon's ear. 

Jason leaned closer to Becky, resting his face against the nape of her neck, and spoke to her softly, "It's noisy in here. Want to go somewhere more private?" 

"Yes," said Becky, and she gave Jason's hand a squeeze. He was good at holding hands -- as if his fingers were exploring and communicating with every inch of her skin. 

Jason signaled to Sean and the foursome left for home. Becky walked downstairs out of the bar almost in a reverie -- the evening was unfolding perfectly, and the best was yet to come. 

TO BE CONTINUED...  

Shy First Time Swinger Wife Ch. 02



Jason and Devon led Becky and Sean quietly through the back door of the house. The door to the upstairs was locked, leaving the three kids playing with the babysitter in the living room. 

Making the "shush" sign, Jason and Devon slipped off their shoes and moved quietly downstairs, so as not to arouse the interest of the kids. 

They came to the basement living room, where 4 wine glasses and a bottle of Spumante were waiting. 

"This is one of our favorite cheap wines," said Jason, popping the cork. "It's sparkly!" 

Becky and Devon sat beside each other on the couch while Sean and Jason sipped wine and chatted. 

"These are a couple of sexy women we've got here," Jason said to Sean. 

"We're lucky men," said Sean. "Here's to women!" They clinked glasses. 

"How are you feeling about everything so far?" Jason said to Sean. 

"I'm good," said Sean. "Everything so far has been great." 

"Well, whatever happens, just keep communicating – with each other and with us," said Jason. "I want to make sure that everyone feels comfortable." 

"Enough talk," said Devon. "Less talk. More action." 

She had made her way to the couch and taken a seat beside Becky, and was stroking the back of Becky's neck, letting her fingers trace up past Becky's left earlobe and gently resting against Becky's face. 

"So, Becky...have you kissed a woman before?" 

Becky felt a fluttering in her chest.

"No," she said. 

Devon drew in closer. "Would you like to?" 

Becky closed her eyes and nodded, "Yes." 

And suddenly she felt a rush of warmth as Devon's mouth pressed against hers. Their lips parted and Becky was experiencing her first kiss with another woman. She was amazed by the softness of Devon's mouth, the fullness of Devon's feminine lips, the smallness of her. It was almost like they fit each other better than a woman and a man, as if all women were meant to kiss other women. 

The kisses lingered as Devon's hands crept down to Becky's shoulders and chest, unfastening her dress, sliding the shoulder straps down, exposing her lacy lingerie. Becky felt her nipples stiffening, felt a surge of heat and wetness between her legs, felt her pulse thickening in her veins, to match the intensity of her breathing. 

Now Devon was helping her to her feet, kissing her on the neck, embracing her, and now Becky's dress was off, and she stood before the room in nothing but her lingerie. 

Devon stepped back to admire Becky. "I like what I see," she said. "How do you feel? Is this too much too soon?" 

Becky felt lightheaded. She shook her head. "No, no," she said. "I want...I want more." 

And she lunged at Devon and pulled her closer for another deep kiss, tasting her more fully, moaning with each touch. 

Now Becky was helping Devon out of her clothes. Devon wore black lacy panties and a matching bra, and the two women stood close together, regarding and exploring each other, looking and touching and smiling slightly, as if they were amazed by what they had found. 

Jason and Sean looked on, enraptured. Jason said to Sean, "Isn't this fantastic?" 

Devon gave Jason a sly look. "Quiet over there, we don't need any commentary." 

Becky was quiet for a moment, shifting from one foot to another. "What now?" she asked. 

"Now I'm going to take you to the bed," said Devon. And she took Becky by the hand and led her to the next room, where a Queen bed awaited. 

Sean and Jason smiled and shrugged, and followed after, still fully clothed and drinking wine, ready for the show to begin. 

Devon reached behind Becky and unfastened her bra. Becky shivered and sighed, her eyes shut tightly as her breasts spilled out, exposing her taut nipples to this new woman and her husband. She felt a deep swelling between her legs, she was becoming more and more aroused as each layer of her clothing fell away. 

"You're beautiful," Devon said, cupping Becky's swollen breasts in both hands, gently stroking Becky's nipples with the tips of her fingers.

"You too," said Becky. 

She felt as if a heavy gate was opening inside of her, bringing up feelings that she had always been aware of but had never been able to act upon. 

Devon leaned forward onto the bed and traced with her fingers down to the waistband of Becky's panties, pulling back the elastic as if to peer past to see what they concealed. 

"May I remove these?" Devon said, with a wry look at Becky. "They're getting in my way." 

Becky shivered, too excited and nervous to speak. She could only nod, "Yes." Devon helped Becky lay back onto the bed and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Becky's panties, drawing them slowly down past Becky's hips and then sliding them off in a fluid motion. Becky was now fully exposed. Devon traced her fingers over Becky's thighs, the smooth skin of her labia, teasing her ever so slightly. 

Devon took her in. "I'm looking at you," said Devon. "Is that all right?" 

Becky was silent, flooded with emotion and anticipation. What would this woman do next? How would it all happen? What should she expect and how would she respond? 

The next moments were a blur of sensation – Becky gasped as she felt Devon's tongue lapping against her inner thighs, running up over her most delicate places, and lingering over her engorged clitoris. She felt Devon's hands touching her hips and thighs, fingertips drawing closer to the hot center of her desire. Now she started to moan as Devon opened her legs and leaned in closer – Devon's mouth was upon her, she was feeling the full moisture and force of Devon's lips and tongue, lapping and flicking and tasting every part of her. 

Becky gasped and writhed, not even caring anymore that a new man was seeing her naked, not feeling vulnerable, letting herself be carried along by the sheer force of this irresistible urge. She ran her hands through Devon's hair, pressing Devon's face farther into her, feeling the intensity of Devon's tongue, the rhythms of Devon's fingers thrusting and stroking her G-spot, rubbing and teasing her clitoris, slick with saliva, swollen with need. 

How much time had passed? 5 minutes? 5 hours? Becky had no concept of temporal reality; she existed on a plane of sheer pleasure, a fundamental connectedness unlike anything she had experienced. Now she felt the rush of her orgasm building – a cresting wave of intensity and release. The room seemed to stand still as Becky groaned and shuddered through the last spasms, and laid flat on her back, her legs still spread, eyes tight shut as she breathed deeply. 

"My God," Becky thought. "What is this? What just happened to me?" The feeling of being pleasured by another woman had taken her to another place that was beyond anything she had experienced. 

Devon stood over Becky and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "My turn," she said. 

TO BE CONTINUED...