As a young couple in our 20s my first wife, Ruth and I were invited to a wife swapping party (it was a long time ago and the term swinging wasn’t used back then) by an older couple (in their 40s) who we got on well with (Bill and Wendy). They were actually neighbours of ours. First time they asked we were taken aback and we said no. But we talked about it and were kind of curious. When they asked again a couple of months later we agreed to go but just to see what went on and they said that was ok, there’d be no pressure to do anything we weren‘t comfortable with.
So the following weekend we arrived at our hosts house, a little excited but very nervous. There were our hosts, 3 other couples and ourselves. Everyone else was at least 20 years older than us but they were all friendly and it just seemed like a normal party, people chatting, having a drink and just generally socialising.
But as the evening wore on people started to pair up. One couple left to go upstairs and Bill asked us if we’d like to join him and Wendy in their room and just see how things went. I didn’t know what to say or what Ruth was thinking. I looked across at her and she seemed frozen in place, then she gave a tiny nod, Bill smiled, took her by the hand and lead her towards the stairs. I went to follow but Wendy stopped me saying let’s just give them a few minutes. I started to protest but she hushed me and reassured me that this wasn’t their first time with a new couple and that Bill wasn’t going to forse himself on her. Reluctantly, I let Wendy take me through to the kitchen and get me another drink.
Thats all I’ve time for now. Will finish this later.
J