Fun until it wasn't

My wife Camille and I had talked about it for years. Swinging, wife swapping, having a foursome...whatever you wanted to call it we had been talking and fantasizing about getting together with another couple for long time now. We watched porn videos, read erotica, and even whispered naughty fantasies to each other as we made made love, always with this kink as the focus.

I knew from the beginning we were playing with fire. Contrary to my free spirited French wife I was far more staid and traditional. Worse yet, I was the jealous type. But we had talked about it and talked about it and talked about it until there were no more words to speak. Both of us found the idea incredibly hot and, after 7 years of marriage, we were ready for a bit of spice in our sex life. We talked to Camille's sister and her husband who had been swingers for years now and even went and spoke to a shrink who specialized in open relationship couples counseling. Again and again we were assured that as long as communication remained open and feelings were respected non-monogamous relationships weren't only possible, they could be downright healthy.

At long last we were ready to take the plunge. More precisely I was ready, Camille had been waiting to pull the trigger for months now. Or as ready as I would ever be. I still had some reservations but I kept these to myself. If we were EVER going to do it I would have to take a leap of faith, I knew I could never completely quell my insecurities and jealousy until I actually experienced it and came out the other side.

I knew Camille loved me. I knew I loved her. I knew neither of us would purposely hurt the other. These were the truths I held to when I finally gave my consent.

Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Really Richard? You're sure?"

I nod. "I'm sure. Let's do this."

Leaping into my arms she throws her arms around me and laughs with glee. I embrace her and kiss her passionately.

The plan we had talked about so often was at last set into motion.

We knew specifically what we wanted. We didn't want any menage-a-trois situation, we each wanted a different partner to play with at the same time. We wanted it all to happen in the same room so that we could see and touch each other as it happened. And we insisted the others be another long time married couple. We wanted all participants happily committed already. Swinging with singles brought a whole host of issues, or so we assumed.

Finding another couple was the easy part. There were forums, chat rooms, websites, and more that catered to the swinging crowd. Camille's sister had already pointed us towards the better ones and told us what to look for. Luckily we lived in a large city so the local scene was very active. Also, we were a catch if I do say so. Both Camille and I were in our thirties, lived an active healthy lifestyle, had flexible schedules, and were reasonably attractive. Camille was slender, her body long and lean with pouting B cup tits and narrow hips. She had long black curly hair, a set of deep blue eyes, and a prominent Romanesque nose that gave her face a unique charm. I was a bit taller than her with a toned, but not overtly muscular, body. My short hair was brown, my eyes green, and I had a little dimple in my chin that Camille loved to pinch.

Within hours of sending out some feelers we already had half a dozen options in front of us. To narrow it down each of us vetoed two of the couples. Camille vetoed one because the pair were young and hadn't been together that long, then another because she didn't think the husband was attractive. I strike one off the list for simple logistics, the couple lived on the other side of the city and their schedule looked a nightmare to plan around. To my shame I nix another pair...because the husband was black. I make some other excuse of course but like everyone I had heard the rumors about black men being well endowed and didn't wish to put that urban myth to the test. It was stupid but we needed to whittle down the list one way or another.

This left us with two couples. The Baker's and the Patterson's. The names weren't real of course, and the faces on the photos were blurred out, but the profiles gave us more than enough information to make a choice. Each option very different from the other and each attractive for their own reasons.

The Baker's were younger than us, each of them in their late twenties, though they had been together as long as Camille and I. Like us they were new to swinging and like us the hookup would be their first. The wife, Amanda, was a petite blonde gal with small tits and nice round ass. The husband, Kevin, was a tall man who clearly went to the gym regularly. The size disparity between the couple was striking and kind of cute somehow. Reading their bio it was clear this was a couple who liked to go to parties and have a good time, swinging was just a new expression of their fun loving ways.

The Patterson's were older than us, each of them in their mid-forties, and they had been together for over 15 years. They were very experienced in the scene and active in the community. The wife, Linda, was a tall tanned woman who carried a bit of extra weight but she wore it well. The husband, James, was neither slim nor fat nor tall nor short, but he had a easy going charisma that exuded through the still images. Reading their bio these two seemed laid back and easy going, and they made no secret of their love of smoking dope.

Based just on looks and physical appeal the Baker's were far and away the better choice. Amanda was hot little piece of ass and Kevin had a sculpted physique that I could tell Camille liked. But the Patterson's had experience on their side, a mellow attitude that would help us through our initial nervousness, and likely had a lot they could teach us.