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She is a wonderfully sexy woman, she is enormously attractive, and she enjoys a good fuck, so I was certain she'd be hit on during the four day sex oriented convention. When we arrived, it was clear she was drawing quite a bit of attention, and I was sure it wasn't me all those folks, even women, were gawking at as we unloaded the car and set up the booth.
I knew all those people were undressing her with their eyes, fucking her in their imaginations, and doing lascivious things to her and they wouldn't care if I watched. Let me tell you, it's an incredible high to have the hottest wife at a swingers convention, and to know that every guy there, and many of the women, would give their right arm and leg to just get ten minutes with her in bed, anytime, anyplace, any way.
I couldn't help but think, 'I get to fuck her and you don't,' but I also knew some might do her before the four days was over. After all, I had told her to do what and who she wanted to at the event.
I watched her as she unloaded the car, carried boxes into the convention center, watched how her short top and sexy dress fit, and I knew she probably didn't have any panties or bra on. It was my idea to just make the event more exciting and sexy. It gave me an unbelievable charge to know among all these sexually obsessed folks that my lovely wife was naked under that blouse, sexy dress she barely had on, and short vest. To also know they were lusting after her, gave me a rush I couldn't believe.
We hadn't even been there an hour before the first guy hit on her. He was smooth, handsome, and confident. He asked her straight out if her husband was into sharing. "We're not swingers," she said politely.
"None the less," he said, "would he share you for a while this morning?"
"Thank you, but we're not into that," she said politely.
"Well, if you change your mind," he said, "I'll be around. I probably will ask you again."
"Good luck," she said.
"You have an admirer," I said.
"He's nice, but I told him I didn't swing," she said as she set up the display. I watched and pictured her slipping her short dress off and sliding into bed with her handsome suitor.
I did a presentation and she manned the booth for two hours while I spoke in the auditorium. When I got back she told me her admirer was back. "He invited me to have 'just lunch' with him tomorrow," she said with a grin.
"If you'd like to," I said, "it's perfectly okay. It's just lunch, right?"
"I don't think he really means just lunch. Not at a swinger convention," she said with a knowing smile.
"Well, sweetheart, it is up to you," I said.
"I know," she said. "Well, I don't have to make a decision until tomorrow. He said he'd come back and see if I changed my mind. He did seem nice, though."
"He does want to fuck you, you understand that," I said, "right?"
"Of course," she said. "We know that. We'll see," she added with a naughty grin.
He wasn't the only one to hit on her, of course, many others did, but he was the only one to ask her to lunch, and when he came back, she accepted.
She told me her admirer had said he was married, which wasn't surprising, but he said his wife didn't come to the convention. She was ill and sent him with the instructions to meet someone, fuck their brains out, and have a really good time. She told him to promise her he would enjoy himself and not feel guilty. They were not swingers, had never 'swapped' with another couple, but she made him promise to fuck someone and enjoy "his fucking week" for her.
My wife came back to the booth at two, after lunch, said she had changed her mind. That she would take me up on my suggestion to enjoy herself. She was going to sleep with Ken, but she would work at the booth when I needed her to afterwards. She wrote down the times I was speaking, then she said those other times, when I was in the booth, she'd be in his room on the tenth floor, room 2034 enjoying herself.
"You said I should do what I wanted, and this is what I want," she said.
"Then you should do it," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Will you tell me all about it?" I asked. "I hear that's what swingers do. They share what they do with other people with their partners," I said. "They tell each other about the sex they have had with other people."
"If you want that," she said.
She left at five and said she'd be back before midnight. I manned the booth, went to an early dinner, and listened to two speakers. At nine I went to our room and watched a Dodger game.
At eleven fifteen I heard a key in the lock and I turned to see Claire coming into our room. She looked happy, like a woman well-fucked. I stood up and went to her.
"Have a good time, baby?" I asked, putting my arms around her.
"I did, yes," she said, kissing me.
"You tell me about it?" I asked.
"We danced," she said. "I asked him what his wife liked to do," she said. "He said she liked cowgirl, when she could have sex, he said. I told him we could do that, so we did," she said. "We got undressed, then I climbed on top of him. He fucked me like he used to fuck his wife," she said.
"After that he said she liked oral sex, cunnilingus," she said, "so I let him eat me.
He did a real good job. He does know how to eat pussy," she said with a smile. "He ate me most of the night, except when he was fucking me as I rode over him, bouncing like a cowgirl jumping jack. I like being fucked by other guys," she said grinning. "I didn't think I would, but I do," she said.
"Are you okay with me enjoying the convention as a swinger?" she asked. I said I was, that I had told her to enjoy herself during the week. "Well, he asked me to spend the night," she said. "I'd like to."
I helped her put together an over night bag with some clothes, her toothbrush, and her contraceptive. At twelve she went back to his room and said she would come to the booth by nine. I was on a panel at nine on "accepting new standards of fidelity."
When she got the booth at eight forty-five I asked her if she got much sleep. "Not a lot," she said with a grin. "But I had a big breakfast, so I am fine." We hugged and kissed. I could taste bacon and sex on her lips.
When I got to the auditorium and went up on the stage, I discovered one of the men on the panel was Ken, the man my wife had just spent the night with. He nodded at me, smiled, and looked like he had just won the lottery. I smiled back, trying to let him know I was fine with her spending the night with him.
The panel was given a question (how is American culture changing regarding sexual mores), and each panelist was to comment. Ken was third person to speak. "We are here," he said, "because the mores in America are changing. This organization wouldn't have existed just a few years ago. Swinging did not exist in America fifty years ago. Last night I stayed with a woman whose husband is on this panel. We were intimate and her husband was here at the convention hotel while we were in my room."
One the panelist was a sociologist. He read figures of research done in the thirties, the nineties, and two thousand fifteen. "In 1930 there were 6 mate sharing groups in the US. In 1995 there were 206 groups in the US. But in 2015 there 2035 groups in the United States," he said.
I spoke about nudity groups in America. "Surprisingly," I said, "there were more nudist groups in the US in 1985 than in 2015. However," I said, "more people in the US in 2015 said they went nude at home than people reported doing in 1985."
The sociologist commented on my figures, saying people seem to be less inclined to be in groups today than in the past. During the panel, people talked about their own experiences with extramarital relationships.
One man on the panel said he and his wife had been swingers for twenty years. He said being swingers helped their marriage, bringing them closer together because they could be more honest with one another. He said they overcame possessiveness and were able to love one another unconditionally.
When I got back to the booth after the panel, Claire told me there was another man who'd invited her to his room and she wanted to meet him there. She asked if I minded and I said no, but we'd been at the convention for two days and I hadn't been with my wife except in the booth.
She had fucked Ken the first night, now she would be with another man the second night, but I had told her to enjoy herself. She certainly was doing that. In a way I was happy for her, but I was also feeling sorry for myself that I was being left so alone.
They had a room set up they called 'the viewing room,' where you could watch other couples fuck, like watching porn, which I liked. I went there after dinner by myself. As I sat with ten other people, I looked to see Claire being fucked by two men and a woman.
Amazingly, it was enormously erotic. The woman was attending to her mouth, kissing her passionately. One of the men was fucking her in her pussy, and the second guy was sucking on her nipples. Seeing my wife pleasured by three people was more exciting than I ever expected it to be.
I watched intently, focussing on the sight of the one man's cock as it pushed into her, savoring the sight of the tip of his cock parting her pussy lips and disappearing between her puffy, sweet petals. The woman's kiss was undoubtedly the most sensational kiss I had ever seen.
Claire fondled her three lovers, her hands roaming their bodies frantically, probing the woman's cunt with her fingers. One of her hands held the cock of the man sucking on her breasts, holding her nipples in his mouth, sucking on each pebble-hard bud, making her tremble and shake with lust. She was the picture of sexuality, and I could not take my eyes off of her.
I sat in front of the window watching the woman I loved get and give sexual pleasure to three other people, one of them being another woman, and I couldn't help but be turned on by it. There was white foam that had formed between the man in her pussy and his cock. He swiped some of it off his dick and offered it to her. She and the other woman ravenously sucked it off his fingers like voracious creatures hungrily slurping it up like life-giving nutrition, licking it off his fingers eagerly.
I sat spellbound, captivated by what I was watching, enraptured by the sight of my wife with three other people. I came to the convention as a curious person, wondering if it was a lifestyle I could endorse, an activity I could participate in.
I had told my wife to do as she liked, but I really didn't expect her to become a part of the sexual sharing, but sitting in front of the glass watching my wife with other people enjoying sex like she never had before, was completely enthralling for me to see what I was watching.
I wanted to talk to her, hear what she was feeling, to listen to her tell me how she had gone so quickly from a faithful housewife to a swinging spouse able to have sex with three other people at the same time. Listening to the others on the panel talk about their experiences with partner sharing taught me how possible it was to become part of it all.
They were all able to transition from typical married couples to folks able to deviate from the norm and allow one another to engage in sex with others without jealousy or possessiveness. I was surprised at my willingness to share her, even though I was determined to try. When I told her to enjoy herself at the swinger convention, I meant it, but I wasn't sure I could manage it. When Ken asked her to lunch, then the sleepover, I hoped I was really able to handle it, but I didn't know for sure.
However, watching her with three other people, I became convinced I could and happy about it. I actually became excited about the fact that I could handle it, that I was actually able to see her with other people and not fall apart.
Strange that my excitement wasn't over the fact that I could now have sex with other women, but that I could happily cope with Claire having sex with other men or women. I genuinely did not have the desire to fuck other women, I am content and happy with who I have, but seeing her with others gave me a rush that amazed me.
When she came to our hotel room, after I saw her in the viewing room, I took her into my arms and hugged her. "I saw you in the viewing room and it was great to see you having so much fun," I said.
"You really liked it?" she asked delighted. "I liked it too. Before you encouraged me," she said excitedly, "never would have thought I could do such a thing, but I did and I loved it. I even knew people were watching and I didn't care a bit. It actually excited me to know I was being watched, that you could be one of those seeing me being fucked. It was incredibly exciting."
She lifted up both her hands in excitement. "I think we are swingers," she said. "I just fucked three men and French kissed another woman and I going to do it again," she announced to me and the world.
When we got home and unloaded the car, put all of the books away and unpacked our suitcases, we sat on the bed and looked at one another. "Should we join a group?" she said.
"A swinger group?" I said.
"I think we should," she said. "I looked on line and there are three in our area. You want to?" she asked excitedly.
"I think our marriage is strong enough," I said. "I do love you unconditionally. You don't have to earn my love by promising to never be attracted to someone else," I said. "Being attracted to other people is a natural thing. Do you know anyone who are swingers?" I asked.
"Julia and Jonathan are pretty liberal people," she said. "I wouldn't be surprised if they were, but I'll ask her. If they're not, she wouldn't be offended. I'll ask her."
The next day Claire came home after a day of shopping and was beaming. "I stopped by Julia and Jonathan's," she said. "I asked her if she knew what swinging is. She just got a big smile on her face, then she asked me if we were thinking about becoming swingers. She said she and Jon have been swingers for five years," she said.
"They belong to The Sharers in Santa Barbara," she said. "She gave me the phone number and told me to ask for Shiela. I am going to call them tonight."
We hugged and sat on the couch to talk about it. "I know you say you don't need anybody else," she said, "but wouldn't you be able to enjoy fucking a beautiful, sexy mama who can rock your cradle?"
I told her I could try to enjoy fucking a hot woman if she wanted me to. "So you could force yourself, right?"
"Yes, I could sacrifice myself for my lovely wife," I said with a grin. "It would be hard, but I'll try."
"It has to be hard for it to work," she said with a grin.
"I'll do my best," I said.
Two weeks later we were registered as new members in the Sharers group in Santa Barbara and were on the guest list for the event scheduled for Saturday and Sunday of that week. Julia and Jonathan were meeting us there, and they had volunteered to introduce us around the group. Sheila would act as hostess and would give us the tour, but Jon and Julia would give us the personal touch.
Sheila explain the rules of the group: "that no means no; that, no matter what, you never should feel obligated to have sex just because someone asks you; and that what you did was only up to you, always." She showed us where the lockers and the dressing room was if you choose not to rent sleeping quarters.
After the orientation with Sheila, we met with Jon and Julia and they volunteered to take us to the meeting room to introduce us to the couples relaxing there before they took partners. We met four couples there and told them about ourselves and listened to them tell about themselves.
There was Phil and Joyce, Bob and Carol, Joy and Jim, and Amanda and Carl. Phil was a high school principal in Seattle, and Joyce taught kindergarten in Redmond. Bob was an insurance salesman in San Jose, and Carol was a stay-at-home mom who sold Tupperware out of her garage. Joy was a school librarian in Santa Maria, and Jim taught fifth grade. It is amazing how many in education are swingers.
Besides writing books on nudism, I also teach elementary. Claire teaches third grade. Amanda is a lawyer in Santa Barbara, and Carl is a car salesman, and they live in Lompoc.
We bonded quickly with Phil and Joyce, since all four of us were teachers. They had traveled through Europe, as we had, and they both attended Long Beach State where I went to college. Besides liking them to chat with, Claire was very attracted to Phil and Joyce kept my attention really well.
After a while Claire wandered off with Phil towards the jacuzzi, and Joyce led me towards the group room at about eight. I didn't see Claire again until midnight. When I saw her again the smile on her face was broad and bright. She was obviously a very happy woman.
She and Phil had soaked for an hour, then they went to one of the singles rooms and got really acquainted. As I was canoodling with Joyce, I was thinking of Claire with Phil. Strange, to be fucking one woman and thinking of another.
It was selling books at the swinger convention that got us started in the lifestyle, but it was a transformation that we celebrate, and it is an enormous and important part of our lives now.
Yes, we still sell books at the swinger conventions, but we attend swinging events every month now and participate enthusiastically in sexual mate sharing. I still speak on panels at the conventions and swinger workshops, but now I mostly speak as a swinger participant, not an outsider. I often still speak at events as a nudist advocate, but mostly when I do presentations these days I am giving testimony and knowledge about the swinger way of life and philosophy.
I am telling people it is not a crazy way to exist, but a sensible and responsible way to live with another person your whole like without smothering them sexually. It is about loving unconditionally without making your partner earn your love with fidelity. It isn't for everyone, but try it, you may like it.
