I hadn’t seen my husband click with another male like he did with Sam, and the fact that I also enjoyed his company so much meant it was a win for us both. Over the following weeks my husband and Sam became great friends, they would clown around at the club and I loved every minute the three of us were together. I was disappointed when they had to leave that day, but looked forward to the many social events to come. I felt extremely comfortable with him, and I knew he felt the same. The conversation was so natural, we both spoke of our past, and told each other things we wouldn’t often chat about so soon to new friends.
Our “pack” so to speak.Įveryone ended up staying back at our place and the next morning while Sam’s partner cooked breakfast and my husband headed off to work, Sam and I chatted on our own. We all had an amazing night, and although there were no sexual encounters, I think we all realized we had established a pretty good group. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough, I was extremely attracted to Sam, and was hoping that the opportunity would arise for some fun. It was a non issue between hubby and I, as we were both aware the exchanges were to plan for the following weekend. One of our rules was no number exchanging with the opposite sex and at the time, although Sam’s partner put my number into a phone, I was unaware it was his phone she was using, not hers. I showed my husband, who had a little giggle, but also questioned how Sam had my number. I had never had anyone so openly compliment me, I felt proud and filled with excitement. The next morning I awoke to a text message from Sam, telling me that he thought I was the sexiest woman in the club. We talked a lot during the night, and at some point a group of us had discussed attending another club close by, so we all exchanged numbers with the intention of making it a group event. We didn’t spend a lot of time chatting that night, but when we returned a couple of weeks later I secretly felt excited to see that Sam and his partner had attended the club again too. He was older and cheeky and I immediately felt drawn to him. Then everything changed the night I met Sam. Giving each other tips and tricks, giggling about terrible experiences and appreciating even more what we both had at home. We were husband and wife, and best friends. Our bond became like nothing we had had before, the days following a night out we would chat endlessly about our experiences and opinions on different couples. That night pretty much determined our social schedule for the next six months, and we didn’t miss a theme night. The night was fabulous, we met amazing people, loved the friendly relaxed atmosphere and felt more than comfortable ending the night with the intentions we had in mind. The mention of visiting a swingers club (where couples swap partners for an evening) had come up a few times, and eventually we decided to take the plunge. We set our rules before we headed in, both extremely nervous, neither knowing what to expect. Once the kids were a little older and we were comfortable leaving them with a sitter, we started to re-ignite our social life, and began enjoying our weekends out again. The bond we had enabled us to share ourselves and each other, and trust that our emotions and physical fun could be happily kept separate. Sexually we were very comfortable, and in our younger years dabbled in the world of swinging.