Are We Swingers Now

My Cousin Made Me Do It!!

This is a true story of how my wife and I became swingers and how my cousin and his wife started it all.

I'm no writer, and this is my first attempt at sharing this story ever, so please excuse my writing skills!

There is no guy-on-guy sex in here, but there are jokes between 2 cousins being stupid for laughs!!

Again, this is a true story, and everyone is over 18!!

My wife, Tiffany, and I, Ronnie, had found each other early in life, young teens in love, when she turned 18 and I turned 19.

We got married and had our son about a year later. We had two daughters after that within 3 years.

My wife is a beautiful blonde, 5'1" and 105 lbs., with beautiful brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. She was always told she looked like a tiny blonde version of Julia Roberts, however, she was very self-conscious and sensitive about her small breasts, as they were almost nonexistent, but I never complained.

I am about 5'8" and about 160 lbs. with brown hair and eyes.

I was always told I looked like a young Al Pacino!!

As a traditional Gypsy boy and girl, or man and wife now, we had rules and traditions we had to follow.

Usually the marriages are arranged by the parents of the bride and groom, but we found each other through friends and eloped.

It's not super frowned upon in our race, but it's considered disrespectful, and eloping added a fine on top of the expected dowry.

But more importantly, the rules went far, and everyone in our race was expected to follow them!

If a young man married outside of our race it is severely frowned upon, and the new bride was not truly welcomed until at least 5 years of marriage and 1 child. Then she could be considered part of the family.

Now, if a young female married outside of the race it is grounds for immediate banishment from our race or tribe, and she and her whole family were considered dirty and almost as if they were carrying a disease and were contagious!

If anyone, married, single, or whatever the case was, was found swinging or swingers or did anything considered taboo--cheating on a spouse, etc.--the same thing would occur.

These rules were governed by a group of elder men spread across the United States who would have meetings and conference calls almost every day about one problem or another, so there was no hiding from a banishment or a fine anywhere in the United States, period.

My wife and I never did anything out of the norm, our lovemaking was great, and we both had no complaints, but our dirty talk and pillow talk never involved fantasies of screwing other people. It was always just about how sexy she was and how good I was in bed.

The thought of swinging, sharing, or anything else was never mentioned between us. It was a dirty thing, and we would be banished and disowned by our families according to the rules of the Gypsy race.

My cousin Nick, whom we all call "Chop," and his wife Olivia, whom we all call "Liver" or "Liv," had moved about 6 doors down from our house on the same side of the street. Chop and I grew up together and were like brothers, and we took it offensively if someone called us cousins!

But we looked nothing alike. Chop stands 6'4" and weighs about 290 lbs. with green eyes and light brown hair. He is very handsome and strong.

His wife, "Liver," as we call her, is a gorgeous dirty blonde, about 5'5" with big blue eyes and small perky tits, about 125 lbs., with white creamy skin, beautiful in every way.

I grew up with Chop on my dad's side.

Liver also is my distant cousin on my mom's side, and her husband is my first cousin.

One day the wives were talking to each other and were excited about something.

Chop and I both rolled our eyes at them and continued on with what we were doing, preparing to BBQ that day!!

The girls came to us and asked us if we would give them a rather large amount of money for something they wanted.

"$6000." My wife said she needed it. Liver said she needed the same to Chop.

"For what?" we asked. The girls both looked at each other and smiled.

"For tits," Liver said.

They both had found a boob doctor in Beverly Hills that charged only $6000 for breast enlargement.

My wife sat and told me how she didn't feel pretty or sexy, she even went as far as saying she didn't feel like a real woman when she saw another woman's breast size.

I agreed to give her the money and so did Chop. Business was good that year for both of us. We both owned an auto body shop, and we both sold classic cars for a living.

I know this is a long explanation, but trust me, this is all going somewhere juicy.

We walked into the doctor's office, and the girls were scheduled only about an hour apart that day.

There are no visitors allowed in the operation room as the girls had their tits done, so Nick and I had a long wait.

After a couple of hours a nurse waved at me and asked if I'd like to check in on my wife through a window in a small private room.

"Of course," I said.

The window was pretty high up. The bottom of the window was at least 6 feet up, so I grabbed a chair to stand on and started to look in.

I almost fell off the chair I was standing on. I walked out and immediately Chop came to me and asked if everything was ok!

"Everything is fine," I said.

And then I felt myself smiling.

"Liver's tits look great so far."

Chop's facial expression changed from concerned to laughing hysterically.

"How did her pussy look, Jeremy?"

Chop called me Jeremy because my first name is Ron, get it?

I laughed and said,

"No pussy, only tits out, bro."

I was worried at first that my cousin would be mad that I saw his wife's tits, but him laughing and even clapping convinced me otherwise.

It was an honest mistake, and Chop wouldn't let me live it down!

"So I guess I get to see your wife's new tits before you do," Chop said.

"I guess fair is fair," I said as I laughed back at him!

A few moments later, the nurse waved at Chop to come to the private room on the other side. A few moments later Chop came out with a huge smile and quickly said,

"Your bitch has tits now, Jeremy!"

The nurses didn't know to laugh or hide, it was all so funny how the day went down!

A few weeks later, the girls were both healed from their surgeries and were already shopping for more revealing tops!

One day, mid-summer, Chop came to our house and told me about a party he was invited to.

His landlord invited him and Liver to a party, and they were only thinking of attending because they were hoping to buy their rented house. Chop and Liv thought that forming a friendship with the landlord would maybe make it easier for them to buy their home.

Chop asked if we would go with him and Liver because they wouldn't know anyone there and would feel weird.

I told him we would be there for him because that's what family does!

As we pulled up to the house where this party was being held, we could hear some chatter and music from the street in front of the large house. It was just around the block from our houses.

There were so many cars, at least 6 in the driveway and maybe 20 more cars than usual on the block.

We all walked in and were greeted by an older gentleman, he seemed like someone we could call Uncle or even Grandpa.

He shook our hands as his wife came and gave the girls big hugs and they welcomed us in.

It was a very nice upscale house, but it was pretty dark for a party or at least any dinner party I ever attended.

As we walked in a bit more, we were quickly hit with the view of 2 couples making out, and one of the women had her tits out!

On the floor there were about 5 or 6 men, mixed races and sizes, and these men were doing things like kissing each other.

One pair of men was in a sideways 69 position sucking each other, and one big guy was getting fucked in the ass by a much smaller, skinny, bald man!

We all turned around and made our way to the door. We were out of that house no more than 45 seconds after walking in.

The landlord's wife came almost running after us outside. She stopped and caught her breath. She was a beautiful older redheaded woman dressed so fancy and classy.

"I see this is not your cup of tea, it's not for everyone," she said.

Chop told her that seeing a bunch of fucking is not what we had expected.

"I thought it was a regular party with dinner and drinks and some conversation," Chop said.

The older woman immediately pulled out a flier from her pocket and handed it to him.

"This is definitely a place you 4 should check out, and they're actually having a huge 25th anniversary party tonight at 10:00 pm."

The flier had a picture of 4 feet under a blanket in a huge bed and a phone number along with an address.

Chop took the flier and politely thanked the old woman.

We got in the car and decided we were all hungry and headed out to Denny's for a quick bite.

None of us had dinner because we all thought we would eat at the party.

The 4 of us climbed into the booth and our waiter brought us some Cokes and waters.

We all immediately started talking about what we had just witnessed, and the girls were still in shock.

After we finished our meal, Chop pulled the flier out and started reading it.

Liver was sitting next to Chop, so I moved in closer to see what he was looking at.

The flier said that it was an upscale swingers club, the largest in California as a matter of fact.

Chop pulled out his phone and called the number on the flier.

It was a short conversation, a bunch of "ok's" and "yes's." He told the person on the phone that he saw the address on the flier.

"What was that about?" Liver said.

Chop looked at us and said,

"There is a small membership fee and an initiation process."

I asked,

"How much and what's the initiation process?"

Chop said,

"The membership fee is $100 per couple, and as an initiation the lady on the phone said I have to suck my first cousin's dick while 2 clowns watch and jack off on our wives' faces."

We could hear the cooks laughing all the way from the kitchen!

Everyone was laughing at his stupid joke for a bit, and then he looked at me and said,

"Let's go and check it out, Jeremy."

I said to him,

"If the girls want to go, then we can check it out, but if they're not interested, then we should find something else to do for the night."

Tiffany and Liver walked outside for a quick smoke, but more than that, they were considering checking out this place, and I could see they were up to no good.

Chop and I were having some chocolate cake for dessert and weighing our options.

"What's the worst that can happen?" Chop said.

I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing the answer.

"So the girls get snatched and fucked against their will, we can run faster than them so you and I are safe, nothing to worry about." Chop said.

My cousin always had something funny and off the wall to say, and everyone expected him to say something funny all the time, and he never let us down.

Chop said to me,

"Let's just go see it, we pay the $100 each, and if we hate it we lose a hundred bucks, if we like it then way cheaper than going to the casino, plus there could be an endless buffet of dicks we can touch and taste."

The Coke I was drinking shot out of my nose.

I finally came back to life after drowning in soda.

"Dumbass," I said to him. He laughed and said,

"Let's go see this place; you only live once."

We met up with Tiffany and Liver outside, and Chop and I told them we were all going to check this place out. We both waited to see if the girls would protest or have a different idea. They both just said,

"Let's go."

Liver said,

"If I see a clown, I'm beating the shit out of all of you."

Chop laughed and said,

"Save that energy for the clowns, honey."

We pull up to what seems like a never-ending parking lot, and there is a small booth with a security guard.

As we pull closer, the guard sticks his hand out signaling for us to stop.

I roll down the window and just stood there in silence.

"How are you folks doing tonight?" he said.

Everyone in the car all kind of said, "Good," or "Very well," or whatever. He then said,

"Welcome to Freedom Acres, if you have any weapons such as knives or guns we suggest you leave them in your car.

If you have any drugs, such as pot, pills, or any other narcotics, you are asked to not bring them in the club.

Also, if you are caught with any of these things inside the venue, you will be removed from the property and can never return, also the authorities may be notified."

He then pulled out his flashlight and scanned a bit inside the car.

And then, with a huge smile he said,

"You folks seem like good people; please park anywhere you'd like and enjoy your night."

He stepped back, and we drove through, finding a parking spot close enough to the entrance.

There was a small line in front of us, not too bad, maybe 5 or 6 people ahead. Everyone in front of us was let in pretty quick.

I guess they were already members and just had to scan a key tag to get in and pay the entry fee.

However, when we said this was our first time, the young lady at the counter smiled and said,

"Just a moment, let me get someone to give you the tour."

She was a beautiful Asian woman, no more than 25, dressed in a short black dress that was very revealing, with high heels, dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and she was probably 5'10" and slender.

We were greeted by a nice couple who were both Latin, "Albert and Myra."

Albert smiled and he extended his arm, giving Chop a handshake, and then greeted me in the same manner.

Myra came and greeted the girls with hugs and cheek kisses, they were absolutely so kind and welcoming.

Albert and Myra made it so much easier walking into a swingers club for the first time.

Myra, a short, dark-haired, thick but not fat Latina beauty, was walking us through various parts of the club and at the same time complimenting our wives on their outfits.

Albert grabbed my shoulder and said with a huge smile,

"Hey, Al Pacino, try to save some women for the rest of us."

Albert is honestly an easy person to call a friend, an absolute gentleman with our wives, and treated us as if he knew us for years.

Myra was the same way, not too flirty but always complimenting and making us comfortable.

The first thing we saw was just 2 steps down; it was a wide space with a few tall tables but no chairs.

To the left was the coat closet, and there was a beautiful, thick blonde with glasses sitting behind a counter. She would take the coats and gave you a ticket to claim them later.

To the right was the main dance floor.

There was a bar next to the dance floor, and we saw 3 women completely nude in only heels dancing on the bar top, and all 3 women were absolutely gorgeous.

We went back up the 2 steps and went through a small hallway.

There was a room with lockers, and we were told personal items and clothing should be locked up. Cell phones and cameras were prohibited, and there was absolutely no video recording anywhere at any time.

On the other side of the hall were 2 bathrooms, one for the men and one for the ladies. Women can go in the men's room if they please, but men were not allowed in the ladies' room at all.

There was a shower in the men's room, and a couple was in the shower lathering up right in front of us as we could all see through the glass shower door.

At the end of the hallway there was a doorway with love beads as a door, and as we walked through, Albert and Myra said,

"This is where the magic happens."

The room was not too dark but was lit with red lighting. The walls were carpeted with a red plush furry material, and there were these square entrances about a hip's height and about 3 feet in diameter. These are called cubbies, and Myra explained to us how they worked.

"OK, so here is what you need to know about the red room," Myra explained.

"If you get tired or just want to lay down for a bit, you can crawl into these cubbies," she said with a wink.

"Some are small and can fit 2--3 people; some are larger and can fit up to 15 people."

Myra went on and said,

"If there is a white towel blocking the entrance to a cubby, that means it is taken and the occupants are seeking privacy--hence the towel. If there is no towel but someone is in there, it means that the occupants are allowing people to either watch or join, but always ask permission first.

And remember, ladies, NO means NO, and if someone is pushy or forceful, please come find me or Albert or any of the staff, and we will help you immediately."

She explained everything so well it was hard to not understand the rules, even though we'd only been there 10 minutes.

We went past the cubbies and saw there was a doorway blocked with a plastic yellow chain.

This room was lit blue, and there was a big sign on top of the doorway that said,

"NUDE AREA."

Albert pointed to the sign.

"The blue room is not clothing optional like the red room, this room is nude only!!"

He went on to explain to us that if you went in this room you had to be nude because the others in the blue room were nude, and it would be inappropriate to be clothed while in this room.

We didn't spend too much time touring the blue room.

To the left was a small room; it had a sex swing and a mirrored wall on one side and a sort of exam table you'd see in a clinic with stirrups and the paper covering.

To the right was a sort of dungeon room; there was an X-shaped thing with hand and foot straps for bondage-type stuff, and in the center of that room was a mattress, used for... well, use your imagination!

Albert informed us that there were exactly 69 mattresses in the club, and it was not intended to be that number but just a big coincidence.

We headed back near the main entrance and were led to an outside fenced area where there was a bed large enough for 10 people, and there were 3 TV screens mounted to the walls, and there was a fire pit with 10--12 chairs and a hot tub.

This was also the smoking area; people would come outside to this area to smoke, get some fresh air, watch porn, soak in the hot tub, or to plain out fuck under the stars.

Out of all the different "play" areas, the outside area was absolutely my favorite; the music wasn't nearly as loud as inside the club and made it easier to communicate.

Also, the fire pit was nice, and there were fewer people outside, so you were not all squished together.

That night we were told that over 200 couples and 30 single women were in attendance.

The place was packed wall to wall, and our tour was now over.

Albert advised us to bring our alcohol from our car and give it to the bartender where they would put our names on it and it would be served only to us, but we didn't bring any alcohol because we figured we would pay for drinks at the bar.

I told Albert that we didn't bring any because we didn't know that the club doesn't sell alcohol.

He and Myra looked at us and smiled.

"Don't worry, Al Pacino, we brought enough for the six of us."

Myra smiled and said,

"Just tell the bartender Albert and Myra are sharing drinks with you guys and everything will be ok."

Myra then came and whispered in my ear,

"Don't get too drunk, Pacino; your wifey needs a hard pee-pee, not a soft whiskey dick."

She then gave me a kiss on the cheek and pushed me toward my wife by my shoulder and said,

"Go have fun, you guys, but not too much without me."

Albert's eyes went wide, and he put both his hands on his cheeks like the kid from Home Alone and started announcing loudly,

"Al Pacino stole my wife and my booze."

He smiled, gave me a high five, and went up the stairs to catch up to his wife.