My Wife's Descent into the Wild World of Swinging

This is the completely true story of our first ever visit to a swingers club and how it led to my wife’s first interracial experience. I’ve stayed true to the events and emotions so that the reader can immerse themselves and feel what it REALLY feels like to experience the wild world of swinging. All the characters are real so join me into the dark erotic world of swinging


Let me introduce myself, my name’s Rick. It was a whirlwind courtship. I was chatting her mate up in the bar, she stood there looking quite plain, not saying a word. Her friend had a lot to say for herself, and I being me, was egging her on. Then she blurted it out, “My mate has fancied you for six months.”
I looked at her friend as she blushed. “Who? Her?” I said dismissively.
The quiet girl fixed my dismissive look with her blue eyes and said, “It’s not HER! It’s Chrissie, OK!”
“Oh you can speak then,” I laughed back. “My name’s Rick and yours is…?
“It’s Christine but you can call me Chrissie, not that you care,” she snapped back.
I hadn’t really noticed her to be honest. ‘Nothing special,’ I thought to myself, ‘although there is something intriguing about you so let’s go with it and see where it leads.’ Well, that night I went home to Chrissie’s place. Six months later we were married.
Before that eventful night I had just come out of a stormy, but very passionate, relationship with a girl sixteen years younger than I. It was a brief but eventful relationship, almost totally based on wild sex. Problem was, out of the bedroom it was a constant round of arguments because of her almost obsessive jealousy. In

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