With our second date well under way, it was clear that the four of us had the right chemistry; we were all comfortable and ready to mingle. Dinner arrived and as it did, we were able to reserve a room for us to use, in case the evening went that way. Paulette insisted on a room with a swing, because whether or not we actually used it, she and I had both always wanted to try one. Before we made our way to the room, Bill wanted to lay down the ground rules and was sure Keegan would want to as well. I was confused by this—why weren’t Paulette and I in on this discussion? Paulette explained it to me.
“You already know what the ground rules are between you and your husband, particularly what you are each allowed to do and not allowed to do. Well, in some circles it’s considered good etiquette for the men to discuss the ground rules out right with each other to make sure that whatever they had in mind isn’t going to cause a problem, especially if the couples are swapping. The men typically have the last say with what goes on with their wife,” explained Paulette.
“That’s completely sexist,” I retorted.
“Yes and no. I can see where your generation would think that’s sexist, but swinging started with a generation that relied on the men to take control and make all of the decisions. Even though it’s your body and your sexual freedom, your husband has the right to veto whatever he doesn’t like. However, if he abuses that, not many couples will bother, because it’ll be too much drama.”
“Seriously? I guess I have a lot to learn,” I responded, slightly concerned. “So should you and I be laying down our own ground rules or something?” I asked naively. Paulette smiled, winked, and then without warning, she kissed me. She never did answer my question. Paulette and I made out for a couple minutes before hitting the dance floor. Our husbands just watched.
The guys went to the room ahead of us to check it out; we followed about five minutes later. Paulette led the way holding my hand as we entered the room. Before I knew it we were all in the hot tub. Paulette was on her knees right beside me enjoying one of the jets. She kissed me before letting her hands roam.
There I was, effectively having a soft swap threesome with a married couple while my loving husband watched. It wasn’t long before Paulette decided to show my husband some affection, which certainly got my attention, and not necessarily in a bad way. Between the four of us, the only two who did not have any contact were the men. This was our first soft swap.