My First Experience with My Rich, Older Husband at a Private Sex Club: Part 2

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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.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.