(True story, just happened a couple days ago)

I've been a happy wife and mother for the past 15 years. Everyone has ups and downs, my life was no different, but my husband and I have been happy. Very happy. Recently we had a talk where we tried talking about the deepest darkest desires we each had. I've always had a slight dom kink myself, and from my husband I guess the kind of answer I was expecting was that he'd like something like: light choking, spanking me or using a belt, or maybe even a foot fetish. I couldn't believe it when he said he wanted to see me with another man.

Sure, he'd said things like this before, but I always thought it was jokingly, but there were always a lot of jokes. He told me he loved me, he would always love me and nothing would ever change that. He just wants to see me happy, and what way to make your wife happier than let her indulge in her deepest desires. But I never said these were my deepest desires. I just didn't realize it at the time that he was right.

The more we talked about it over the weekend the more comfortable we got, and the more he began to share. Who was this man I was married to? Where did all these desires and need for me to do these things come from? I began to feel more comfortable with the idea of swinging, more than comfortable, even excited.

We began to look for couples and partners. We didn't know where to begin. Sure, Reddit had a community and there were supposedly clubs and places like this all around the public, but how do you find it if you don't know where to look? Well, Reddit delivered and after searching some posts we found that there were several swinger apps on the market. We thought we'd give it a try. We had no idea how far down the rabbit hole this was about to go.

After agreeing to opening things up on over the weekend we downloaded and made profiles for several of these swinger apps. The likes started pouring in. I've always been self-conscious about my body. My husband had always re-assured me that I was hot and sexy, and that he always wanted me so bad, but every husband says that about their wife, right? It felt good to hear those things from him, but because it came from him I never really felt those words to be true. Once the likes and messages from couples and men started coming in from all over the place I started to realize, maybe he was right. People out there were looking at pictures of me online. They wanted me. They were reaching out to me telling me they wanted to meet me. I didn't know to expect this, but I was incredibly turned on and happy by this. It felt good to be lusted after.

But, part of me in the back of my mind told me, "these people aren't actually real, they're just online personas. Anyone will say sexy, horny things online." We'd engaged in conversations with several couples and even began making plans for the weekend. Our plans were to take it slow. I was still uncomfortable with the idea of seeing my husband with another wife, and didn't know how we would process this. Our conversations with couples were slow and not jumping into anything right away. Our first plan was a dinner date for Saturday night to meet the other couple and just see if there was a vibe. We finally had something on the calendar.

The closer to the day, the hornier our conversations. We had never had more sex in a single week than we did that first week. 2-3 times a day, multiple days in a row. It was hard to think of anything else. My husband began slowly sharing more of his ideas and desires for me. When he said he always wanted to share me with another man I thought it was mostly a ploy as an excuse for him to sleep with other women, but the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants kept telling me otherwise. He shared with me again that he wanted to see another man fuck me. He'd like to join, sure, but mostly he just wanted to see me taken over and give in to the moment. It was so hot to hear. I didn't know what came over me, but after talking it over more we decided to open up the search for single men to join us as well.

Now, there were a lot of messages from couples before, but that was nothing compared to the amount of messages afterwards. Hundreds of likes and messages from men, all who wanted to come and fuck me. There were so many men I didn't know where to start. My husband kept reassuring me I was in control. I could have none of those men, or any of those men. It was my choice. Once I started to understand that, this was like window shopping or a buffet table. I could pick and choose what I wanted, both in the men and the things they could offer.

My husband and I were lusting after each other all day. Sex once or twice and he kept rubbing up on me every chance he'd get. We went to bed on Friday night so sexed up that we couldn't sleep. We stayed up for hours playing with each other and looking at the app. Talking about scenarios. Then my husband said, you should find a man right now who's serious.

My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't serious... "Okay, I said." As I started engaging in more direct chats thinking this wouldn't actually lead anywhere, but it was hot to play around with the idea. It was after midnight, nearing 1:00 in the morning, there's no way someone would actually respond and be available and even moreso to host on a short notice in the middle of the night. To my surprise there was.

He was my type, a big, tall, bearded man with big shoulders and body. I told my husband he said he could host us. My husband's eyes grew wide. "Let's go now." He said. "We can't," I said, "we can't just go in the middle of the night."

"Yes we can. And we're going to, come on let's go." As my husband began rolling out of bed and throwing on his clothes. He flipped on the light and I actually started to believe we would do this. It felt so overwhelming, I was excited, nervous, sick, I couldn't control my thoughts or my body. I felt like I wanted to throw up and my heart wanted to leap out my throat. We snuck out the front door and set the alarm. We started driving down the road. I can't believe we are actually doing this, we kept telling each other the whole way.

My husband kept comforting me, telling me that to feel nervous and sick was normal. There was nothing wrong with how I was feeling. There would be something wrong if I didn't feel this way. But I was excited and scared. The man lived 40 minutes from our home and it was the middle of the night. Our car was cold from sitting outside and my body was shaking uncontrollably with the environment and all the excitement. We started to get closer.

The man I was messaging (Mike) was asking me, what we were looking for? Did my husband want to participate, was he just watching? Did we want to sit and chat and get to know each other for a while, or just go right into it? My husband said, "We're dropping everything to drive and meet this stranger in the middle of the night to ask him to fuck my wife.... We're not going to pussyfoot around the subject and we should just get right to it." So, that's what I told the man, that we would want to do when we got there, just get right to it. Mike said to park outside, and quietly come to the front door and he would lead us downstairs. We finally arrive, parked the car and started walking to the front door.

We knocked, and a tall, handsome man quietly answered and did exactly as he said he would and lead us downstairs. We went into a small living room with some recliners and a couch. He shook my husbands hands and exchanged names, then he shook my hand and we exchanged looks and names. His hands were big and rough. After real quick pleasantries he turned towards me and started kissing me hard around the neck, putting his hands all over me. He threw me on the couch and kissed and rubbed my body, putting his hands under my shirt and onto my bra, eventually pulling out my breasts and nipples to suck on. My husband took off his pants, began to sit down and touch himself. I've never been more wet in my life.

Mike then started talking dirty, "you want to suck a stranger's dick, huh? Be fucked by another man?"

"Yes," I moaned. And my husband moaned in response. Mike stood up and put me on my knees, taking off my bra. I was sucking his large, fat dick and looked at my husband who groaned in pleasure. Mike tossed me onto the couch and began eating me out. I was wondering if my husband would come over and use my mouth, but he was enjoying the show. My husband had asked for permission before we arrived if he could make some recordings from his phone. We were both being occupied for the time being.

After a few minutes of eating me out, Mike then stood up took his pants off all the way. This was the moment I thought. I looked up at my husband and his phone was in hand, a lustful smile on his face. As Mike entered me I could feel his big dick spread me open. It felt so hot. This is what I want, I thought. This is what I want all the time. After several position changes Mike eventually bent me over on the couch and began fucking me doggy. My husband laid down on the couch in front of me and I began to blow him as Mike fucked me from behind. My husband came in my mouth and Mike was vigorously fingering me from behind. I can't believe how good this all felt.

Afterwards there was a quick exchange of words and thanks from all parties. Mike shook my husband's hand again and gave me a hug goodbye. My husband and I walked back to the car across the street in the cold silence of the night, holding hands. When we got into the car all we could talk about and gush about was our experience. How much each of us enjoyed it and couldn't wait to do it again. At first we wanted to get our toes wet, but jumped quickly into the deep-end. This was the beginning of our new lives, we thought. This was just the beginning...