My husband and I had been in the "lifestyle" for a few years by this point. We’d had some amazing experiences, some not-so-great ones, but diving into this wild world had brought us closer than ever. This story is about our first time swapping with another couple.

At the time, I was 27 and George, my husband, was 26. George had a solid build, blue eyes, and a kind of hot professor vibe(he was in his doctorate program at the time).

I was blonde then (though I’ve switched it up since) and pretty slim, and objectively attractive. That year, I was in my Saturn Returns era—if you know, you know. I was reexamining what I wanted out of life, especially as we were thinking about starting a family soon. I decided to lean into what made me happy—tarot, astrology, and all that witchy stuff people loved to tease me about.

But more than that, I wanted to reclaim my sexuality. Growing up in a conservative, religious household had seriously messed with my head when it came to sex. My mom once tried to make me leave the theater during Titanic when the infamous drawing scene came on. What was she even trying to protect me from? I could see breasts any time I wanted—just by looking in the mirror!

George and I were high school sweethearts, and he’d been so patient with me about all the bedroom stuff. Early on, he obviously wanted it all the time, and we dry-humped like horny teenagers (because we were). But it took a while before we actually started having sex, and then my first round of birth control wrecked my libido. It wasn’t until years later that my drive finally came roaring back.

At 27, it wasn’t just back—it was on fire. I wanted George anywhere and everywhere. On hikes, in the car, in empty hallways during weddings—you name it, I wanted it there.

With all that bubbling under the surface, our friends Alec and Julie invited us to a party at their house. Alec was 26, tall, and lanky, with tattoos that gave him a kind of edgy, cool-guy vibe. Julie, at 25, had just dyed her hair this stunning shade of dark blue, and she carried herself with an effortless confidence I admired. She had this artsy, free-spirited vibe, like she was always completely comfortable in her own skin.

Julie flirted with George constantly, and while he pretended not to notice, I definitely did. But for some reason, I didn’t mind. If anything, I liked it. There was something thrilling about seeing someone else find George as sexy as I did.

Their house was the party house among our friend group, though we all knew its days were numbered. A few of us had already started having kids, and it wouldn’t be long before we were all thirty-somethings with mortgages and PTA meetings.

When we arrived, it wasn’t so much a wild party as a relaxed gathering of friends. The vibe was chill—bohemian, as always—and we indulged in a few substances that made everyone feel amazing. Julie and I had always gotten a bit touchy when we drank, and that night was no different.

Julie and I ended up alone on a couch in the basement, cuddling as The Strokes played in the background, the room lit by a multicolored lamp casting trippy patterns on the walls.

““I love the new tattoo,” Julie said, her eyes tracing the delicate leaves inked along my forearm. “The leaves are so delicate. It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I said,. “Can I see yours?”

Without hesitation, Julie unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down just enough to reveal the yin-yang inked on her hip.

“That must have hurt,” I said, leaning in for a closer look.

“You have no idea,” said Julie.

At that moment, Alec and George came down the stairs.

“This is where you two have been hiding,” Alec said.

“Aurora is just so cuddly,” Julie teased, wrapping her arms around me in an exaggerated hug that bordered on squeezing. She punctuated it with a quick kiss on my cheek, her hair brushing my face as she leaned in.

“You two should kiss more than that,” George said. He loved pushing the envelope, especially when it came to teasing me.

“Shut up,” I said, grabbing a pillow and lobbing it at him. It hit him square in the chest, which only made him laugh.

“Well, I’m game if you are,” Julie said. Like George, she seemed to enjoy stirring things up. Alec and I, on the other hand, tended to hang back.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied with mock sarcasm, though deep down, the thought wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

Looking back, I probably meant it more than I realized.

“You guys cool if we jam?” Alec asked.

George and Alec had been in a band together back in the day. They didn’t have time for it anymore, but they still loved playing whenever they got the chance.

“Go for it,” I encouraged, waving them toward their instruments.

Alec grabbed his guitar while George settled behind the drum kit. They launched into an impromptu jam session, their movements instinctive, like they’d never stopped playing together. I couldn’t help but watch, completely mesmerized. There was always something raw and primal about watching George play the drums—the way his arms flexed, the way he lost himself in the beat. And, let’s be real, talent is hot.

While they played, Julie slid closer to me on the couch, her body warm against mine. Her hand began to trace along my jeans, light and unhurried. The sensation sent shivers coursing through me, electric and undeniable. Did she know what she was doing? The way her fingers moved, slow and deliberate, made me think she absolutely did. When the boys finally finished, Julie and I clapped enthusiastically, the sound breaking the spell of the music. The guys flopped onto the couch, George on one side of me and Alec on the other.

We talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily between life updates and shared memories. Then, without warning, Julie leaned over and started kissing Alec. It wasn’t a shy kiss, either—it was bold, unapologetic, and full of heat.

Alec blinked in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. “Sorry,” Julie said, breaking the kiss with a sheepish smile, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. “He’s just so hot.”

““It’s fine,” I said, a teasing edge to my voice as I glanced at Julie and Alec. “I’ve got a pretty hot man myself.” Turning to George, I leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, but it quickly deepened into a full-on make-out session.

George, never one to miss an opportunity to push boundaries, pressed me back against the couch, his hands roaming over my body with unrestrained confidence. His touch ignited a familiar heat that made me forget, for a moment, that we weren’t alone.

When we finally came up for air, both of us flushed and breathless, we turned to Julie and Alec.

“Hot,” Julie said simply. Then, with a grin, she climbed onto Alec’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with a newfound intensity. The atmosphere shifted again, electric and charged, as if the air itself had joined our unspoken game of one-upmanship.

Alec leaned into her, his lips trailing down her neck as Julie arched back with a soft sigh. Her hand guided Alec’s to her breast.

George, always one to make a move, leaned over and gave Julie a firm smack on the ass.

“Oof!” Julie squealed. We all couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess it’s your turn now,” Alec said.

Not one to back down, I straddled George, feeling his hands settle instinctively on my hips as I pressed against him. Our lips met again, the kiss deep and consuming. This time, I tugged off my t-shirt, then my bra and tossed them on the floor.

Julie and Alec let out exaggerated “woo!” noises, like we were starring in a sitcom.

George wasted no time, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before he leaned in to take one into his mouth. The sensation was electric, making me gasp as his tongue worked its magic.

Then, I felt a soft hand on my face. I turned, and there was Julie, her blue hair framing nice smile. This wasn’t a light kiss on the cheek this time—her lips crashed into mine, deep and deliberate, her kiss hard and hungry.

I'll post Part 2 if there's interest...