Coral giggled. “I have seen him twice already, and yes I will see him again; he is a bit of a love drug he is so good. Next time might be my last, though. I don’t like to get to close, and I prefer to keep them as only friends, not lovers.”
Just about that time, Pete wandered back in. They fell back into their usual conversation, but Coral teased Annie by saying how inquisitive she had been about her lover.
Pete laughed it off and joined in teasing Annie for being envious. When I walked back in and asked what was going on, they all explained that Annie was asking lots of questions about Coral’s date. When I glanced at Annie, she couldn’t hold my gaze, and shifted her eyes quickly, her face beet red.
That night in bed things escalated quickly and we were soon deep into making love. It was afterwards when Annie, hesitantly squeaked out, “Have you thought about what Pete and Coral asked us about swapping?”
I chuckled. “You have the hots for Pete do you?”
She choked back a laugh. “Oh god, nooooooo. I could never do it with Pete; he is like my brother, only nicer; no, I could never consider that.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“God, I don’t know really, hon; all this talk about sex and dating and all that. If I’m honest, it’s got me revved up.”
I sniggered. “You don’t have to tell me, I have noticed.”
She kissed my sweaty shoulder as she nestled closer. “Are you angry with me?”
“No, hon, angry isn’t the word… unsettled, or maybe nervous. I mean, come on, this is something we have never talked about, never considered, and now from what I am sensing, you want to give it a go.”
She stretched out beside me. “I guess they seem so happy, and I suppose now I’m curious. It seems to work so well for them. I mean, I’m blown away by Pete; he doesn’t seem to get jealous or angry. In fact, he seems to be really into it.”
“It works for them, and honestly, Pete’s attitude stunned me. I have known him most of my life, we played rugby together; we got into trouble and had a few fights and he is no namby pamby wuss. The fact he lets other guys have sex with Coral shocked the hell out of me. I mean, he was always such a man’s man, tough and uncompromising.”
She nodded. “Yes, I know what you mean; it surprised the hell out of me, but he seems happy!”
I gazed into her eyes and I could see guilt and shame; she hadn’t really answered my question so I probed a little deeper, picking at the scab, “So are you going to be honest with me? Is that something you want to try? Be honest, don’t beat about the bush.”
She winced. “Would you be upset with me if I said yes?”
Nodding slowly and gripping her, pulling her even closer, I said, “I don’t know, this is new. I always thought we were happy and cruising.”
She tensed in my arms. “I am happy. I think our marriage is perfect. I never thought about this stuff before. I always thought swingers were perverts, but honestly, seeing Pete and Coral and talking to her… well, now I’m curious, and if I’m honest, it excites me.”
“So who would you like to swap with?”
She laughed. “God knows. I have thought about all our friends, and the ones I can think of that I think the men are nice, I wonder about whether you would be attracted to the wives.”
We spent the next hour going over our friends, critiquing them, and she was right. We couldn’t agree on any of them. If I liked the wife, she disliked the husband and vice versa. It was fun going over it, and she gave me some funny looks when I mentioned a couple of the women I thought attractive or sexy. She gave me more than one, “Really? Good god… you think she’s sexy?” It was interesting for, me, as well, seeing her develop her list of possible candidates. She surprised me with a couple, not who I thought she would be attracted to.
It was an interesting exercise, which led into a little role playing in bed and conversation when we made love. Funny, really, we had lived together twenty-two years and we were only now unearthing some interesting things about each other.
Annie and Coral spent a lot of time together over the next month. Pete, in his role as regional manager, had to visit a lot of other branches up and down the South Island, from Blenheim to Bluff and everything in between.
I detected a subtle shift in relationships. Coral seemed hell bent on teasing me; if I hadn’t known better, I would say she was trying to seduce me. She was so damn flirtatious. If I was in the kitchen, she was there as well, either sitting on the bench watching, toying with her hair, her head tilted gazing at me sexily.
If not on the bench, her hot body would be behind me, pretending to look over my shoulder, her succulent breasts crushed against my back, or even standing beside me, our bodies rubbing together.
Annie laughed it off at first, but then gradually Coral’s name popped up in our role playing. If we were making love, Annie whispered, “I bet you would love Coral to be here right now, your cock inside her.”
Or she would suggest, “Hhhhmmmmm, imagine Coral here, her mouth sliding up and down your cock, sucking you, licking you. Imagine that, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
She kept imprinting the images deeper into my psyche, and it worked. Coral was becoming part of our everyday lovemaking. Even if Annie was quiet, I saw her in my head, it was Coral whose pussy I was in. I felt myself becoming a little infatuated.