Our First Swinging Night with Another Couple

All of this happened about ten years ago, when we first really started getting into this world. We’d had a couple of random encounters with other couples, but always too rushed and with too little trust, so nothing ever quite worked. One night, half joking, my wife suggested that I put up an ad online saying we were looking for a couple to swap with, and we did it without thinking too much about it.

We got replies from weird people, people who wrote two lines and vanished, people who only wanted pictures. But among all the messages, one couple stood out as different. They wrote calmly, told us things about themselves, asked about us. I gave them my number, and the guy and I started talking on the phone almost every night, testing the waters, seeing whether it would be worth meeting up the four of us.

—Do you get nervous before meeting someone too? —he asked me one of those nights.

—More than you can imagine —I admitted, and we both laughed.

We arranged to meet the following week, at first just to have coffee and see each other’s faces. But a couple of days before, he called me and suggested that we’d be better off having lunch together, so we’d have more time and wouldn’t be watching the clock. I told him I knew a small bar near my place where the food was really good and really cheap, a quiet place where we could talk without anyone bothering us.

***

We arrived at the agreed time and they were already there, punctual. And honestly, they were exactly as they’d been described, or even better. A stunning couple, especially her. Her name was Daniela, she was Latina, and she had a figure that took your breath away. I still remember her name and the feeling of seeing her for the first time: one of the sexiest women we’d ever known. And she wasn’t just beautiful, she was warm, friendly, the kind of person you feel comfortable with after five minutes.

His name was Andrés and he was just as pleasant. They were both in their early thirties. Daniela had curves that drove me crazy and an amazing chest; Andrés was clearly in shape, someone who worked out. We sat down, ordered, and within minutes there was already obvious chemistry at the table. They had plenty of experience, and we, though newer to this, were extremely eager. We started talking about likes, limits, what we enjoyed and what we didn’t.

In the middle of the meal, Daniela leaned over to my wife and asked, with a mischievous smile, if she wanted to go to the bathroom with her. My wife looked at me for a second, as if asking permission without words, and got up with her.

They took quite a while. When they came back, both of them had flushed cheeks and a conspiratorial little laugh I couldn’t make sense of at the time. Daniela winked at me as she sat down, but I still had no idea what was going on. We kept eating as if nothing had happened, chatting about nonsense, and only later, on the way to their place in the car, did my wife tell me in my ear what had happened between those four walls.

***

She told me that as soon as they got into the bathroom, Daniela had pinned her against the wall and kissed her without warning, hungry for her. My wife was wearing a two-piece set, and Daniela slipped her hand underneath while she kept devouring her mouth. My wife lost control instantly; she confessed that within seconds she was soaking wet, more turned on than she remembered ever being.

Then it was Daniela’s turn. My wife pulled her dress down and revealed big nipples begging for attention, and she went for them without hesitation. Things escalated fast. Daniela got on her knees, moved her underwear aside and started licking her, and there, standing against the cold tiles of a bar bathroom, my wife came in another woman’s mouth for the first time. They had to stop because someone started banging on the door, and they came out fixing their hair as if nothing had happened.

Hearing all that in the car, while I drove behind their car to their house, had me on edge. I didn’t know if we’d get there in one piece.

***

At their place they offered us something to drink. Andrés brought out some sodas and we sat for a while in the living room, still with that tension hanging in the air. Then Daniela took my wife by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

—She has a wardrobe full of lingerie —Andrés told me, shrugging with a smile—. When she starts choosing, it takes them a while.

They took a good twenty minutes. Andrés and I talked about anything and everything, both of us perfectly aware of what was about to happen. And when the door opened, my mouth went dry. The two of them came out transformed, in sky-high heels and outfits that left little to the imagination. Daniela was absolutely delicious, but my wife was right there with her; I had never seen her so willing, so self-assured. And even so, I admit it, that Latina woman had me completely hypnotized.

Daniela came straight toward me and we started kissing on the sofa. I slipped my hand under her outfit and found her drenched, stretched, ready. I slid in a couple of fingers with surprising ease, never stopping kissing her. Then I went down to her breasts and stayed there for a while, lost, until I couldn’t stand having clothes on anymore and took them off. Andrés did the same. Within minutes the four of us were naked in that living room.

I looked up and saw my wife on her knees in front of Andrés, going down on him. He had a big cock, and my wife loves big cocks, so she gave herself over like few times I’d ever seen, moaning between licks, glancing at me sideways to make sure I was watching. She was insanely aroused.

***

Daniela slid down my body and started giving me an unbelievable blowjob. She did it so well that I had to ask her to stop, because if she kept going I wouldn’t last. I laid her on the sofa, spread her legs, and lifted her knees. I knelt on the floor and started slowly, first focusing on her clit, tracing slow circles, then moving down little by little as she arched her back.

—Don’t stop, please, don’t stop —she begged me, her voice broken.

I slid two fingers into her and felt her tighten around them. I started moving them faster, never stopping licking her, and she dug her nails into my shoulder.

—Like that, harder, I’m going to come —she gasped.

I gave her everything I had, tongue and fingers at the same time, and she came shaking, pressing my head in with her thighs. A couple of feet away, on the same sofa, my wife had her legs wide open with Andrés between them, just as soaked, and the two women were reaching for each other’s mouths over me, kissing while we devoured them. It was an image I’ll never forget.

***

I couldn’t take any more. I put on the condom and we started fucking, each of us with our own partner, still without fully crossing over. I started with my wife, because at first she was a little insecure and I wanted her to feel comfortable. But her shyness didn’t last long: as soon as she relaxed, she turned toward Daniela and kissed her, and Daniela responded instantly. The two of them rocked on top of us, holding hands, kissing through their moans.

It was my wife who, at one point, suggested swapping. And that was when we really switched. We put them on all fours, facing each other, so they could kiss and touch while we held them by the hips. I thrust into Daniela as fast as my body would let me, mesmerized by the way she moved. She came again, this time with a long moan that spilled out against my wife’s mouth.

Andrés and my wife stayed in the living room, and Daniela pulled me toward the bedroom. We thought they would come after us, but they didn’t, and honestly that was the best part of the night, at least for me.

***

We lay down on the bed and I kept fucking her. Daniela was pure surrender; she opened her legs as wide as she could, asked for more, told me in my ear what she wanted. In the middle of it all she put a hand on my chest.

—Wait a second —she told me, staring straight at me.

I froze, not understanding. Then, without looking away from my eyes, she took the condom off herself and pushed my cock back inside her, this time with nothing in between. I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, I just wanted to keep going. I buried myself in her chest and tried to go as deep as possible while she whispered all kinds of filthy things in my ear.

—I want you to fill me, don’t pull out —she whispered.

I felt myself coming. I made the move to pull out and finish outside, but she held me with her legs and wouldn’t let me.

—Inside —she ordered me, and that was enough.

Watching her moan as she felt it, with that smile of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing, was the perfect ending to our first real night in this world. Many more came after, some the same and others even better, but that was the one that opened the door for us. For the rest, there’ll be time to tell those stories another day.