My wife, Mallory, and I married young. I met her between my freshman and sophomore years of college, the day before she graduated from high school, and we hit it off quickly. Over the next 7 years, we each got degrees, got into high paying jobs and got married.

Then, finally, we stopped to breathe. There had been a lot of great times, but we had never let loose. I was virtually the only man she'd ever been with. And then we started to talk about swinging.

It was my idea first. I came across some video online and started to imagine myself with my wife and another woman worshiping my cock. That would be me-- king of the swingers. I was smart enough not to sell it that way, just how much fun we could have exploring, so she agreed to at least look into it.

We signed up on one of those swinger personal pages and started to look around. We had a few fun chats, with a lot of fun sex imagining this new world we were going to enter, but nothing worth jumping into. Until Tim and Lexi wrote-- they were exactly what we had looked for. Attractive, but within our realm, intelligent, enough experience to bring us through our first time, but not so much experience as to be frustrated with first-timers.

The next Friday night we met up for drinks at a nice hotel bar. The chat was easy. Lexi was fairly attractive with big tits and nice blue eyes. And Tim seemed like a nice guy-- smaller than me, but relatively fit. My dreams were all coming true.

One drink led to another. And then to the next bar-- more of a dive. Shots and beers. Lexi started rubbing her leg on mine under the bar. "Back to our place?"

I looked at Mallory and she nodded shyly. And before I knew it we were out in a cab. I didn't notice it at the time, but the first sign of what was to come was probably the seating arrangement. I took the front seat, while Tim, Lexi and Mallory took the back. It wasn't a long ride, but things were clearly starting before we even got to their apartment.

They showed us their room and Lexi started to kiss my wife. I watched hesitantly at first not wanting to make the wrong move but it was HOT. Tim wasn't so hesitant and quickly started to cop some feels.

Clothes came off, Lexi pushed me onto my bed and things started to blur. I looked over and my wife was on her knees in front of Tim, his hand firmly holding her hair. I looked down at the sexy woman giving me a blowjob, then back at my wife and—FUCK. I tried to hold it but I couldn’t, I was over the edge and starting to cum.

Tim wasn’t. Instead he was fucking my wife’s mouth like he owned it. Lexi smiled up at me, “You sure seemed to like that,” she said, and I assured her she was right even though all I could think about was the other two in the room.

I let my head lay back on the pillow and thought about intervening. Lexi beat me to it. She crawled over and joined my wife in sucking Tim’s cock. He was rough with them and directing the shots. He told Mallory to bend over and she did. Staring me lustfully in the eye when she did. It was the first time we looked eye to eye and the first time I realized I probably couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. Luckily Lexi came over and started to give me a handjob. She was clearly enjoying the show and I maybe was too—or at least my cock was.

It didn’t seem to last too long, but the night was really blurry. Eventually, me and Mallory got a cab back to our apartment. We didn’t talk about what happened that night. At least not enough. There were a lot of emotions to unpack, but my pride was too much to admit what was true—I was not the king of swingers and I enjoyed watching my wife take Tim’s cock more than even getting a blowjob.

What happened after that night would change our relationship fundamentally in ways that I’ve come to accept are good. I’ll write more soon about what happened next.