Chelsea spent the next two hours trying on different outfits that tempted and tantalized the eye. Having Darren there helping her pick out the outfits was fun, knowing the clothes were for someone else's eyes. Her heart raced in her chest like a teenager on too many energy drinks. She couldn't help it. She was excited. This was something she had fantasized about for longer than Darren and she had been talking about it. She had wanted it since college. She wanted to be able to sleep with whoever she wanted and yet, still come home to the same man who would own her heart. She wanted to be shared and wanted Darren to be shared. It would definitely liven up their vacations.She wasn't worried about jealousies, at least not from her end. She had been in this type of relationship in college, and it never phased her. She loved having sex and the way it made her body feel and watching her partner being satisfied was the lube that made the experience all slide together. Darren, on the other han
They escaped the mall and headed for the car—and Chelsea's computer—her pussy throbbing and not just from the fucking Darren gave her in the little alcove just a few moments ago. She was eager to do some research and discover if there were swinger groups in her area. She already knew that if her fantasy was going to happen, then she would have to be the one doing the legwork for it. Darren may have said yes, but that didn't mean he was eager to begin their little adventure. No. She would have to be the one to shove the door open wide for them and usher in this new path that they both wanted, that made her pussy tingle with each thought as to the adventures that lay ahead.She giggled as she slid into the passenger seat of their car, excited to finally be putting action to her dreams."Someone is allowing her enthusiasm to take over." Darren shook his head as he started the car. "You scare me sometimes."She patted his hand, her smile stretching across her face and filling her heart. Sh
She glanced behind her to where she knew Darren sat in the living room watching some crime drama on TV. I know exactly how to release some of this energy, she thought with a mischievous grin. Pushing herself away from the desk, she went to disrupt her husband's relaxation.As expected, Darren sat in his recliner, beer on the end table beside him as Criminal Minds droned on in front of him. She didn't slow as she approached him, pushing the recliner down with her foot when she reached him. She needed this release, their little tryst at the mall only stirring up her fantasies instead of cooling the pooling heat between her legs. He glanced up at her, one eyebrow arched as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. "I hope you weren't really watching that," she said as she reached for the button on his pants."Even if I were, I'm sure with that smirk on your face, I'm going to much prefer watching you." His dark eyes twinkled as she unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out hi
Chelsea sat in the front seat of their car and stared at the front of Tucker's Hideaway, wondering why in the world a group of people would choose a bar with a name like that to say, "Hey, we're swingers; let's screw." She should have known better when she read the address and had no idea where the bar was. Now, she was in the middle of nowhere at a bar in the darkest part of town that looked like it needed demolished. "Why are there no streetlights or even emergency lights on the outside of this place?" she asked, staring up at the building through the windshield. "Do you hear banjo music?"Darren leaned toward the steering wheel so he could see out the windshield at the front of the bar as well. "How much research did you do on this place?""Apparently, not enough. I don't think we're going to be able to observe for a while without being noticed."She felt his eyes on her but avoided turning his way. "You still want to go in there? Chelsea, this place reeks of trouble.""You've watch
Once they had made the greeting rounds, Aggie led them to the bar where they could order drinks. Darren was disappointed the place only served beer and pre-made drinks in a bottle. He sorely needed a whiskey. He knew he should have gone with his gut instinct outside and just driven them home. He could tell by the look on his wife's face that she hadn't a clue as to what she had gotten them into and was just winging it. Her winging it was scaring the hell out of him. People vanished from places like this, never to be seen or heard from again, and that wasn't just the Criminal Minds show screaming the warning at him, either. He knew Chelsea was desperate to start this new adventure, but he didn't think she was this desperate."Coors Lite, please," he said to the bartender and then gestured for Chelsea to order."Mike's Hard Lemonade.""So, your maiden voyage, huh?" Aggie said, sticking to the two of them like glue. "I'm glad you chose us to be your first venture out. This is just a meet
While their experience at Tucker's Hideaway was less than ideal, Chelsea was not going to give up. There had to be people out there she found attractive enough to want to pursue this adventure with. Not all of them could be so…so… She didn't finish the thought. Darren had been nice once they finally left the bar, not bothering with the I told you so or even making rude comments about some of the people they met. Still, she knew he was less than pleased with what they had walked into, and if she was going to get him to agree with venturing out into the lifestyle, she was going to have to come up with something much better than that first meet and greet. Aggie was nice enough but there was no one there that Chelsea even felt safe talking with about her desires. No, the search would continue.And it did for several nights until she met Brian Fletcher online and the two of them started talking. The conversations had gone so well that now she sat in the passenger seat of her car, twisting h
"Here you go," the bartender said as he set two glasses in front of them––a whiskey sour and a rum runner. "Thank you. Keep the tab open, please." Darren handed Chelsea her drink with a napkin wrapped around it and then picked his up, stirred it, and took a tentative sip. When he nodded, she knew it was made fresh and not with mixers. "Shall we?" He gestured for her to lead the way.With a deep breath, she slid off the barstool and started the walk toward her first adventure. She was excited and nervous, and it made her hands clammy. This was so much more than flirtatious bantering back and forth on some site or checking out a man's ass in a bar, wishing she had the guts to walk up and squeeze it. This was a prelude to sex. Nothing but sex. Perhaps if it was more, she wouldn't be so nervous.She felt Darren's hand on her elbow as he escorted her across the deck, and just that simple touch helped to steady her nerves.As they approached where the other couple sat, Darren led them to th
The elevator ride was shorter than Chelsea would have liked, needing the extra time to get her nerves settled. The excitement of what she was about to do mingled with her nervousness, and all she really wanted to do right then was throw up. She kept rubbing her hands together until Darren reached over and took one in his own hand, squeezing it. She glanced up into his smile, his assurance that she could change her mind at any time. But she couldn't. Not really. This was a fantasy of hers for a long time, and she was determined to see it through. Now, she just had to keep the alcohol she had drank from coming back up at the wrong time.All too soon, Brian was opening the door to the Fletcher's hotel room, gesturing the others to enter as he held the door open with a smile. With a deep breath, she released Darren's hand and stepped past the man who was about to have his way with her. This is what she had wanted. To feel that excitement again of a first-time lover. The first kiss. The fir