Every second Thursday of the month, Jenny and I left the kids at my mother’s and went to see a ‘movie’. It was our time alone… sort of. What people didn’t know about us – me, the CEO and she, the legal secretary – was that we were swingers. We didn’t want to explain to people that we did love each other, and we were safe in the knowledge that we were faithful to each other. Most wouldn’t understand that even after a night with another couple, Jenny would come home with me – and the sex afterwards would be incredible. The things we learnt and did with others would increase our bond, not break it. So we kept it from everyone but those we swung with (obviously).
We had a couple we hooked up with fairly often. Both were professionals like us, and we got along famously. We’d always sit down beforehand and relax with some drinks – the ladies would talk sexy and there’d be competitions as to who could be dirtiest. Jenny would flirt outrageously with the other couple, both him and her, and then when we couldn’t wait any longer, we’d find a spare room. It always began with the women performing for us, laughing and dancing provocatively, and doing things to each other you’d only see in movies. Our rule was that the husbands would never touch them, but they could do whatever they wanted to us – or to each other – while they danced. Sometimes we’d take the other wife to a separate room, and the noises from the other room would drive us wild. Knowing someone was exciting my wife like that was amazing, and I couldn’t wait to do it to her when we got home. Afterwards we’d sit back outside and have a few more drinks – being professionals we had a lot in common, and this meant we had friends as well as partners.