Let's Be Friends

Not sure what that means, but sounds sexy as fuck.

Married eight years. Our first and only visit to a club went really bad. We had agreed to just check the place out and watch people. No sex.

We got there around six for a required orientation. We brought two bottles of wine and because we were nervous we drank them pretty fast. Almost nobody talked to us for a good two hours after getting shown around. The club didn't pack out until around ten. Essentially we were nervous wallflowers, but having fun people watching. We walked around and watched people in the open rooms. It was hot, but really weird. Eventually we ended up again in the main club room people watching, but with no wine. As we were discussing leaving a nice couple sat down and after saying we were out of wine and about to leave they offered to share. It was BYOB is why we had no wine at that point.

We sat and drank more and I was really tipsy. Somehow they talked us into going to a private room to soft swap.

It was my first bisexual experience. I'm still processing that part. Soft swapping turned into full swapping. I was worried my husband would be jealous. I was so nervous and it was so weird of an experience that I didn't enjoy it much. It was exciting, but not fulfilling. It didn't last long. The whole thing was maybe fifteen minutes. The couple immediately bailed on us.

My husband and I talked a bit. We both were ok with what happened. We both were nervous and both a bit jealous. He was sad I hadn't had an orgasm. Promised to give me one when he recuperated.

We went back to the main room. Lots of people mingling at that point. Most had already had sex. It seemed an in between time for a lot of people.

Another couple chatted us up and somehow it ended up with the wife offering me the husband because my husband said I hadn't had the big O yet that night. My husband said I could go with the man if that was what I wanted. Drunkenly I took this as a real go ahead. I went with the guy to a room with maybe 10 people in it. An open play area. We had sex and I got attention from others. It was exciting and even though I was still nervous and freaking out inside I orgasmed after just a few minutes. I had to turn people down from joining in while I was having sex. One guy though was possibly the hottest guy I'd ever seen and I let him touch. When the man I was with came I started kissing the other guy. We ended up having sex too. I was just thinking "I've had sex with three men tonight." It was good, but I couldn't orgasm again.

Afterwards I went back out to the main room. My husband was sullen and alone. He said he'd tried to go find me, but without a woman with him he wasn't allowed past the first couple play rooms. He'd been worried and had spent most of the time sitting by himself. I'd been gone over an hour. He hadn't wanted me to go and said we'd agreed to stick together one hundred percent of the time.

It was obvious even in my drunken state he was mad and jealous even though he said worried. The drive home was almost silent. I'm not sure he should have been driving, but didn't want to start an argument.

The swinger experience was his big fantasy for a couple years before this event. I had in one night doubled the amount of lifetime sexual partners I'd ever had. I'd also done most of it by myself without him there. He'd had ten minutes of awkward sex with a woman who was more into me than him.

He used to talk about it constantly and always wanted us to do it. I liked the idea secretly, but always said no because of jealousy.

Now I know we could have had a great time in the lifestyle, but I ruined it by not sticking to our plan.

We barely talk in bed now. No mention of swinger type things. We've not discussed the night in depth either. It has been two months. Lessons learned.