First SWAP

She’s gonna step outside

Uncover her eyes

Who knew she could feel so alive

Her M.O.’s changed

She don’t wanna behave

Ain’t it good to be a brave girl tonight

Tonight, it’s alright

A brave girl tonight

So she met this man

He was kinda rough

He said, girl, whatcha lookin’ for

She said, I don’t know I go with the flow

He said, let’s get on the floor

He said, you look real cute with your low ride jeans

And your pink little baby tee

Let’s get a room, girl

Come and ride with me

- Brave Girl Tonight (Britney Spears)

I emerged from our stay at the desert resort a new person. I felt different—excited about the possibilities—but unsure of what lay ahead. My biggest concern was that my husband would be very popular, leaving me behind while I remained a wall flower (I couldn’t have been more wrong!), but he had listened to the advice of others and smartly held back, waiting for me to find my comfort zone, and never leaving me in order to play by himself alone.

We had been encouraged to set some rules. While talking to others, we had heard of some rules that seemed to make sense for us. No one plays unless everyone plays. We only play in the same room (no wandering off). And of course, safe sex (use a condom).

After leaving the desert resort, my husband asked “Do you want to go to the Convention?” I had no idea what it was, but he said I could dress up sexy and dance as wild as I wanted, so it sounded fun to me! So six weeks later, we found ourselves at the Stardust hotel for the Lifestyles Annual Convention.

We didn’t know a soul when we got there. We signed in, got wrist bands, and went to dinner. At the restaurant, we saw another couple in their late 40s with wrist bands, so we said hi and struck up a conversation. They had come from Colorado, and were relatively new to all this as well. She was the one initiating their entry into the lifestyle, and had already made the mental transition from conservative wife to party girl. Her husband hadn’t changed his wardrobe yet, and was a bit hesitant about everything. Later that night was the first dance, where we met another couple. I was still nervous about the whole thing, but my husband was like a kid in a candy store…so much so, that I had to remind him about very simple things, like “do you have the room key?”

Even though our initial contacts were purely social, it was fun to go to a dance and be naughty and sexy! We saw people flashing, seductively flirting, and being very sexy. Sex that night for us was phenomenal. Since leaving the first resort, we had gone from having sex twice a month to having it three times a day! Being surrounded by several thousand potential playmates added a lot of sexual energy.

The next day, we went to a few classes about the lifestyle, picked up a book about swinging at the convention’s marketplace as well as looked at all the sexy clothes & toys for sale, and then hung out at the pool where we met another couple from California. Later that night, there was another dance.

Early in the evening, the couple we met briefly the night before came with glow sticks which they passed around. The lady asked my permission to kiss my husband, to which I replied yes. That kiss pretty much lasted all night. I was intrigued with her husband, and since she was now making out with mine, I wanted some attention from hers. He was taller and a little more muscular than my husband, darker hair, and gorgeous dark eyes. He had an earring, and otherwise was a little more hip than my husband who was more of the conservative businessman. He was a perfect gentleman, and we talked for hours on the dance floor while dirty dancing. We would occasionally glance over at our spouses, who continued to make out and were oblivious to everything around them. They were in their own world. And I was being wooed by this gorgeous hunk! The excitement I felt was somewhat like my single years when I was picking up guys at dances, only now I felt more secure (I always had my husband if nothing else worked out) and free to take risks. I didn’t worry about playing games or being hurt, but focused on connecting with another mature, kind person, and wondering what the night had in store for us!

Later in the evening, the couple invited us up to their room. They ordered room service, and after checking out their suite and enjoying the view, things again turned romantic. My husband and the other lady wasted no time passionately making out on the couch, playing with her breasts, and giving each other oral sex. I occasionally kept an eye on them, but I was busy myself. We ended up in an upholstered chair, where he passionately kissed me, first on the lips and then all over my body. I was wet with anticipation! I’d glance over at my husband and my new partner’s wife, which made me even more turned on. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing and seduction, he finally went down on me.

I arched my back and screamed and moaned in delight. It was so erotic. He was an exceptional lover. It was exciting to be seduced by someone new, and he was such a great guy (very courteous, conversational, and focused solely on me!). And it was highly erotic to be watching my husband make love to his partner just a few feet away.

After what seemed like an eternity of sexual bliss, I had to rest for a moment, so we kissed and cuddled. Soon, my hands were fumbling around with his pants, trying to unzip them so I could return the favor—until he stopped me. “I need to tell you something.” I’m wondering what could it be? Is his dick really small? (Couldn’t be, I felt it big and strong while dirty dancing). Is it disfigured? I just couldn’t imagine what the problem might be.

“My wife is the only one who’s seen it, and I haven’t been with anyone else in four months.” By now, my curiosity is killing me, so I say I’m ready to see it. He said he got a Prince Albert piercing, and then pulled out his cock to show me how he was pierced, right behind the head, through the shaft, with two large metallic balls on either end. My eyes grew big in excitement! “I hope it isn’t a problem.”

A problem? What a wonderful surprise! I couldn’t wait to put that thing in my mouth and experience that something extra to play with! I had never really enjoyed giving head before, although earlier in the day I felt generous and lavished attention on my husband. The excitement of what I and my husband were doing and erotic environment unleashed a strong desire to please my new partner, and I really got into it for the first time. My pussy was very wet after a while, as I fantasized about going all the way…until room service finally showed up.

They hadn’t eaten for about ten hours, so they were famished. Since they were very hungry, they ordered way too much food. We enjoyed conversation, getting to know them better as a couple, until we were stuffed like after a Thanksgiving meal. And then they got tired. Sadly, we eventually said our goodbyes before we could continue where we left off. Of course, my goodbye kiss to my new lover was a long and passionate thank you. As I kissed his wife goodbye, I felt something surprising. It wasn’t just a quick social peck, but it was still quick. I had never thought about being with a woman before, but kissing her after a wonderful evening changed something inside of me. Amongst a sea of emotions was a new one—what would it be like to kiss her passionately, and…?

My husband and I went back to our room, tired but exhilarated from the night’s events, and we made wild, passionate love to celebrate, and renew our commitment to each other. We reviewed the evening, teasing each other, asking questions, learning new things. For instance, I told my husband that after almost 20 years of marriage he had been one-half inch away from my G-spot (my evening partner had longer fingers than my husband, and more experience in the lifestyle to be able to get there). My husband got a sad look on his face, and apologized for having deprived me all these years. But he tried to defend himself by saying that I had no problem having orgasms and I didn’t tell him to go deeper, so how was he to know there was more pleasure to be had? Then we looked at each other and realized how lucky we were to have learned that there were much greater pleasures in front of us to be discovered that would make sex all the more magical than it had been in our lives up to this point.

My husband also said he had another realization. After watching me respond so passionately to receiving oral sex with another partner, that maybe he wasn’t the great lover that he thought he was, but rather that I was easily orgasmic. He resolved to learn everything he could to be a better lover to be able to please his partners (including me!) and leave them wanting more.

Still another discovery that wasn’t so wonderful. My husband had never had problems maintaining an erection before, but this evening he wasn’t able to stay hard the whole time. He had scoffed when passing the booth promoting Viagra in the convention marketplace, but first thing in the morning, he was motivated to learn a little more. We later read in several places that "performance anxiety" is rather common among men, especially in a group setting or where the environment is full of distracting noises and conversations.

We were glowing from that night’s experience the rest of the convention. We had opportunities to play with a few other couples, but decided not to. I had hoped to pick things back up with the first couple. At later dances, or at the midnight pool party, if I saw him, he usually accommodated me by playing with my pussy when I stood next to him (my husband encouraged me to wear short dresses with no panties for “easy access”), but his wife had her sights on other prospects, so the reunion didn’t occur.

On the way home from the convention, with all the thoughts and memories racing around in my head, I couldn’t resist putting my feet up on the dashboard, spreading my legs, and playing with my dildo. At one point, a trucker was next to us and kept right alongside us, looking down into our car and watching me. My husband was turned on just as much from watching me pleasure myself as knowing that someone else was watching too! And after all the excitement of the past few days, it felt better than ever!