How We Became Swingers:
Catching My Wife Cheating On Me
and Fucking Her Lover’s Wife In The Ass

EXCERPT

Thomas Handover


Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.


“I am really sorry I didn’t tell you baby,” my wife finally said to me.

“Tell me what?” I asked.

She then took a moment to build up her courage before finally looking at me and saying in the most innocent tone, “I have been fantasizing about swapping partners for a long time. I just did not know how to tell you.”

Once again, I was stunned and speechless. I had no idea my wife was fantasizing about this sort of stuff. Here I thought that our marriage was perfect and flawless. Little did I know, it was the complete opposite. My wife was unhappy in bed and wanted to experiment – experiment in ways I could never imagine. And she was doing so without my consent.

So I had to take a step back and reassess everything that was taking place. I had to dwell on our marriage, sex, this situation and of course, the proposition on the table

- which was this strange man’s wife.

After a few minutes of deep thought, I decided I would do it. Why not? Perhaps it would make me happy as well. Perhaps I needed to venture out there. Perhaps it would make my wife happy. And last but not least, it’s a free piece of ass. This guy my wife was screwing was handsome and well built, so I just knew his wife had to be hot.

And so I agreed. My wife breathed a sigh of relief as did he.

“Christmas night,” he said. “I’ll bring her over and she’s all yours to do whatever you want with her.” I simply nodded my appreciation as he dressed himself and left without even saying goodbye to me and my wife.

Alone, my wife looked to me and further explained that this was a fantasy she was longing for: other men. She said she wants both of us to go out and explore other partners and to be safe, make sure they’re clean, upscale married couples. This was still a shock to hear, especially from my wife. All I could do was agree to it because that’s what we both did best: agree with each other. That’s why we always got along just fine.