The first time I heard about swinging or wife swapping as it was referred to at the time was when my husband Jason and I moved north from Rockford IL to Janesville WI. We were living in a small apartment since we got married two years earlier. We bought a modest 3 bedroom ranch in a working class neighborhood. Jason had landed a good job working on the maintenance staff at Mercy Hospital. I stayed home and took care of our daughter and I was six months pregnant with our second child.

The next door neighbors came over and introduced themselves right away. They warned us that there was a wife swapping "cult" in the neighborhood. Betty and Mike one of the most active couples in the swinger group lived across the street and they were known to be pretty open about their lifestyle. We were warned that they would probably invite us to one of their hot tub parties.

It was late spring when we moved in and I was apprehensive about meeting the swingers across the street, but curious at the same time. I wondered what Betty and Mike looked like. I imagined they would be sleazy looking. The next day when I went out to get the mail, I saw the Betty outside doing some yard work. She was wearing a very skimpy black string bikini and I remember that I thought she was too fat to wear such a small two-piece swimsuit. I was at least 25 pounds lighter than her and would have never worn a bikini and certainly not to do yard work. Betty's breasts were gigantic and her top barely covered her nipples. I imagined that if she bent over, her boobs would flop right out. Betty caught me staring, so I waved. Betty waved back and immediately started walking toward me, Uh Oh!

Aside from being half-naked and ridiculously top heavy, Betty looked like a normal suburban housewife. I couldn't believe she was walking over in that bikini without any cover-up. I met her at the end of the driveway and she talked my ear off for a good 20 minutes. She welcomed me to the neighborhood and we shared basic information about our families. Betty and Mike Hogan were originally from New York. I could tell from her accent that she was from the east coast. Even though Betty was obviously an exhibitionist, she didn’t fit the mold of what I expected a “swinger” to look like and I started thinking that the rumors about wife swapping and swing parties were just scandalous gossip.

Eventually Jason met Mike and they talked about work and sports. Betty and I had a chance to talk several times over that first summer in Janesville. Betty seemed to enjoy dressing provocatively. I caught Jason staring at her ample cleavage several times. Neither Betty nor Mike ever made any inappropriate suggestions or confessed anything about swinging. The speculation about the neighbor’s lifestyle prompted some interesting conversations between Jason and me. Jason admitted that he thought Betty was a very sexy woman. I admitted that I thought Mike was a sexy guy. Jason and I both secretly fantasized about fucking the Hogans but we never admitted it to each other at the time. In August I had the baby and shortly after that, Betty and Mike moved to Kenosha. The next several years were focused on raising the kids and with Jason working a lot, our sex life was routine and boring. I guess we were like most married people who work and raise a family and let their relationship get boring and stale.
When the kids were a little older we moved to Beloit and I went back to work as an accounting clerk for a small manufacturing company. Things between Jason and I were bad. Our marriage was in a rut. Sex consisted of him climbing on top of me once or twice a week and fucking me missionary style. No foreplay, no talking. He didn’t care if I was getting my needs met. About once a month Jason would be nice to me because he wanted his cock sucked. I used to love to suck his cock, but now this just seemed like another household chore.

One of the production supervisors at work started flirting with me. He would stop at my desk and talk to me. Jack noticed if I had on something new or if my hair was different. He complimented me a lot. I was starved for that kind of attention and even though Jack was 10 years older than me and not very good looking, I started looking forward to seeing him everyday. Jack and I got closer and closer. We started taking breaks together. Jack was married too and he seemed to understand and relate to the rut I was in with Jason.

As Jack and I became comfortable with each other, we started sharing more personal information. Jack told me that his wife had gained a lot of weight since they got married. He showed me a picture of her. I was shocked. Not only was she disgustingly obese, but she was wearing nasty stained sweatpants and seemed to take no pride in her appearance. Jack said he had no idea how much she weighed but it was well over 300 pounds. Jack said sex had become physically impossible. Jack blushed and admitted that having a small penis didn’t help. I told him that guys are way too self-conscious about size. Jack asked me how big my husband was. I told him that Jason claimed he was 9”, but I had never measured it. I suppose he was 9” when he was erect. That seemed to bother Jack and he got very quiet.

I sensed that Jack was feeling inadequate so I told him that my first boyfriend was less than half that size and that he was the best lover I had ever had. “Really” Jack asked? “Yes, absolutely” I assured him. I was lying. My first boyfriend was hung like a horse. I felt bad for Jack. We had become close friends, but I knew it was more than that. Jack was making no attempt to hide his affection for me. I confessed to Jack that my sexual needs were not being met at home either.

Eventually I agreed to sleep with Jack. It was supposed to be a one-time mercy fuck. We planned the encounter for days. We met at a nearby motel one Friday after work. When we got into the room, Jack practically ripped my clothes off. His hands were all over me, he kissed me passionately. Having a man appreciate me and want me so badly was a big turn-on. Jack was nervous and he had trouble getting a hard-on. He was very shy about getting undressed in front of me. I suppose he was embarrassed for me to see his little limp penis. I told him to “just relax”. I got on my knees and took his shy little cock in my warm wet mouth and sucked on it softly until he was erect. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He said his wife refused to let him cum in her mouth. But Jack wanted to lick and fuck my pussy. He laid me back on the bed and pulled my panties down. He was really good at eating pussy. In fact it was the best I had ever had. Jack’s face was covered with my slippery secretions and he was enjoying licking and sucking every nook and crevice of my drenched pussy. I had shaved my patch the night before, leaving a single landing strip of hair down the middle. Jack sucked on my clit and stuck his fingers in me and massaged my g-spot. I had never experienced anything like that before. He kept me on the verge of an orgasm for several minutes. He fingered me slowly at first, but increased his pace and penetration, pounding his fingers against my cervix and sucking on my clit. Finally he let me finish in a powerful orgasm that sent shock waves through my whole body and caused my pussy to clamp onto his fingers like a vise. Jack made me cum with his mouth two more times before moving up to put his hard little cock inside of me. Jack fucked me twice and I let him cum inside me both times. Jack wanted to cuddle when we were done, but I didn’t think it was appropriate, besides I had to get home. Before I left the motel, Jack told me that he loved me. Driving home I could feel Jack’s cum wad dripping out of my pussy and soaking my panties. I worried about how things would be between us on Monday at work. My worst fears about fucking a coworker were about to come true.

Saturday night around 8:00 the phone rang and Jason picked it up. I could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong. He didn’t say anything. He just listened and looked at me with a puzzled frown. Jack told the caller to hold on for a second then he cupped his hand over the phone and asked me “Who the hell is Jack Dutton”? He said it was Jack’s wife on the phone and she was screaming that I was fucking her husband. Jason handed me the phone and bolted out the front door. I hung up the phone and raced after him. I caught up to him just before he got to his car and begged him not to leave. Jason turned and starred me in the eye. He demanded to know the truth. He asked me if I was fucking someone else. I didn’t have to admit it. I couldn’t look Jason in the face. I just looked down. Jason called me a fucking whore before slamming the car door and screeching out of the driveway. Jason stayed away all night. I was worried sick. The next morning he called and said that he was coming by to get some clothes and to talk to our kids. He told me that he didn’t want to talk to me when he came by the house and didn’t want a scene in front of the kids. I figured my marriage was over.

I should have felt ashamed about cheating but I didn’t. I was mad at Jason for letting the passion die between us. I had given up on being the one to try and keep things exciting. I had bought expensive negligee from Victoria’s Secret that he didn’t even notice. I had bought some adult toys at a party and he seemed uninterested to experiment. I didn’t realize how vulnerable I had become to the attentions of another man until Jack started flirting with me at work. I didn’t want to get a divorce, but I knew I couldn’t continue in a relationship that was so unsatisfying in the bedroom.

I didn’t hear from Jason for a few days, and then he left me a voicemail at work saying that we needed to talk. I called Jason back and we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant for lunch. Jason wanted to know what was going on between Jack and me. I told him that it was over. I also told Jason that I had given my two week notice and accepted a job across town. I told Jason that I was sorry. Jason told me that he missed me and that he took some responsibility for the lack of intimacy and passion in our marriage. He told me that he wanted to come home and work on fixing things. I told him I wanted that too.

We agreed that Jason would sleep on the couch when he came home that night, but I was able to lure him into the bedroom. Jason made love to me like a wild animal. I even joked out loud “who are you and what did you do with my husband?” Jason held my legs up high and wide and pounded my pussy with his thick cock. He asked me, “Is this the way he fucked you?” Jack was never one to talk during sex, he was insistent on getting an answer from me. Finally I responded, “Yes, he fucked me just like this.” He pulled out of me and moved around to attack my mouth with his slippery juice covered cock. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me toward him. I pretended to struggle and clenched my lips tightly and made objecting sounds through my closed mouth. Jason held the back of my head with one hand while he used the fingers of his other hand to pry my lips apart and shove his cock inside my mouth. “Don’t you fucking bite me bitch!” he said as he begin to thrust his hips and literally fuck my mouth. Jason knew I liked to be handled this way, but we hadn’t played “rough” in years. The questions about Jack continued. Of course all I could do was to mumble “uh huh” or “uh ugh” with my mouth stuffed with Jason’s cock. Jason was getting turned on by my confessions and I was admitting to more than had actually happened. “Suck it you whore” he demanded before shooting his pearly sperm down my happily abused throat. I choked and gagged, but Jason held onto me firmly and kept his meaty shaft deep in the back of my throat until I had swallowed every drop of his generous load.

Jason pulled out and pushed me away saying, “get away from me you fucking whore”. I wasn’t sure if we were still playing the game or not. I was silent for a moment, not sure what to say or how to react, and then I said, “I’m YOUR fucking whore Jason”. Jason smiled and took me in his arms.

Jason and I had several “honesty talks” over the next few days. After being so close to a divorce we both understood that things needed to change or we should just go our separate ways. I told Jason that I needed more passion. He knew I had a strong sex drive when we started dating, and it had just gotten stronger. Jason admitted that the thought of another man fucking me turned him on. It made him see me in a different way. It made me more desirable. We agreed that we needed to be completely honest with each other in the future about everything. We agreed to share our fantasies and we agreed to explore them together.

I admitted to Jason that I had been intrigued by the idea of swinging for awhile. I reminded him of our old neighbors in Janesville and he admitted that he had fantasized about fucking Betty for years after they moved away. I told him that I thought we should consider swinging and we went online to look for swinger clubs in Wisconsin. After researching it a bit we decided that we would be more comfortable meeting a couple outside of a club for our first experience. I told Jason that I was curious to be with another woman under the right conditions. Jason isn’t very computer oriented so he put me in charge of finding an appropriate couple.

We were both concerned about being discreet and safe. We decided to place a personal ad on a website geared toward swingers. I decided to list our location as Rockford Illinois because Jason’s parents live in Rockford and they could watch our kids while we went out to play.

Jason said he was open to being with a couple or also sharing me with another man in a threesome. Jason helped me write the ad and the headline “Rockford Curious Couple”. We attached a recent G rated picture that was taken at the wedding of one of Jason’s coworkers. We took some racier pictures that we intended to share with good prospects who answered our ad. It didn’t take very long to get replies.

Jason and I were having fun reading the responses to our ad. Even though our ad was specific about what we wanted, we did get a lot of off the wall responses and some of the people who were replying were not physically interesting to us. Jason and I looked forward to getting home and getting the kids in bed and then opening the email together and reading the responses. We had exchanged emails and pictures (pics) with a few good “prospects”.

We were leaning toward a couple that was slightly younger than us who had some experience in the swing scene. The female was bisexual and very interested in the idea of helping me explore my bisexual side. She was a little too plump for Jason’s taste, but he was “willing to take one for the team” as he called it. We were planning to have a phone call with them on the coming weekend. We had gotten so many responses to the ad that we decided to take it offline for awhile.

Just prior to turning our profile off, we opened a final batch of new emails to find a very interesting inquiry from a couple who called themselves “DickandJanesville”. We clicked the link to their profile and even though they were 10 years older than when we last saw them, we immediately recognized Betty and Mike our old Janesville neighbors! By the tone of their email it was obvious they didn’t recognize us from our picture. My jaw dropped. Jason and I were stunned. Evidently the Hogans moved back to Janesville. There was a link to nude pictures of the two of them. Betty was showing off her melon sized breasts in all their magnificent glory. Jason just stared at the computer screen with his mouth open. We were thinking the same thing. This must be karma, we knew we had to reply and we knew they were the best choice to introduce us to this exciting lifestyle.