Finding partners
My wife and I enjoy being with other couples.
Visits to swinger clubs did not provide us with what our friends had suggested would be like connecting with like minded couples. We were not seeking the BDSM crowd or the Gang opportunities...Our fault for going to a Munch gathering.
We explored a more upscale swingers event where we met two couples and we decided to go out for dinner the next evening to exchange thoughts on sharing spouses.
At an Olive Garden in the corner table the dialog led to what they expected from any new partners.
No heavy drinkers, no smokers and a clean bill of health... we met that criteria.
The husband sitting next to my wife slid his hand to her thigh and asked if her jean skirt unzipped from the bottom.. as his wife smiled at me my wife nodded and said softly "yes".
He reached to the hem and unzipped the skirt far enough to smile and nod to the others... "smooth and warm" he said positively. "Freshly shaved for this evening?" he looked to me. "Yes" came from me as she unzipped it a little more.
Dinner came and all hands were occupied with salad, bread and dinner... water and soft drinks and skipped desert.
The two wives got up to go to the restroom and asked mine to join (of course) as. mine zipped her skirt closed and got up, cheeks flushed.
One hubby got up to use the restroom and returned to take the place of the husband who discovered the lack of panties on my wife.
I learned later that the other wives removed their panties as well and both ran their hands lightly over my wife's smooth and warm pussy. They called her a "treat for the boys", My wife described them as beautiful as she ran her hand over them. When I asked about them..."ready to play" she relayed.
All returned to the table, the two men now were on each side of my wife with one hand each under the table... nodding and saying we should have desert at one of their homes.
A wife next to me slid my hand under her elastic waistband to meet her wetness...my hand was directed to my lips as I tasted what we had gone looking for.
I felt the foot of the other wife, no shoe - just a foot ride up and feel my excitement.
She announced we should move to a more comfy place... big smile and a wink.
We did.
The zippered skirt has been a good tool to attract others.
Visits to swinger clubs did not provide us with what our friends had suggested would be like connecting with like minded couples. We were not seeking the BDSM crowd or the Gang opportunities...Our fault for going to a Munch gathering.
We explored a more upscale swingers event where we met two couples and we decided to go out for dinner the next evening to exchange thoughts on sharing spouses.
At an Olive Garden in the corner table the dialog led to what they expected from any new partners.
No heavy drinkers, no smokers and a clean bill of health... we met that criteria.
The husband sitting next to my wife slid his hand to her thigh and asked if her jean skirt unzipped from the bottom.. as his wife smiled at me my wife nodded and said softly "yes".
He reached to the hem and unzipped the skirt far enough to smile and nod to the others... "smooth and warm" he said positively. "Freshly shaved for this evening?" he looked to me. "Yes" came from me as she unzipped it a little more.
Dinner came and all hands were occupied with salad, bread and dinner... water and soft drinks and skipped desert.
The two wives got up to go to the restroom and asked mine to join (of course) as. mine zipped her skirt closed and got up, cheeks flushed.
One hubby got up to use the restroom and returned to take the place of the husband who discovered the lack of panties on my wife.
I learned later that the other wives removed their panties as well and both ran their hands lightly over my wife's smooth and warm pussy. They called her a "treat for the boys", My wife described them as beautiful as she ran her hand over them. When I asked about them..."ready to play" she relayed.
All returned to the table, the two men now were on each side of my wife with one hand each under the table... nodding and saying we should have desert at one of their homes.
A wife next to me slid my hand under her elastic waistband to meet her wetness...my hand was directed to my lips as I tasted what we had gone looking for.
I felt the foot of the other wife, no shoe - just a foot ride up and feel my excitement.
She announced we should move to a more comfy place... big smile and a wink.
We did.
The zippered skirt has been a good tool to attract others.
