The Late Zone

My wife and I are seriously in to the swinging scene. That's not to say that we do not consider our marriage to be one of true love, but we have a common interest in swinging and, somehow, since our marriage and the ease that we have in each others company, we have found swinging to bring us together rather than further apart as so many, who do not understand the swinging scene think would be the case.

Just last month we went to this dance, organised by some friends of ours. We did not know for certain that it was going to be one of those parties, although knowing the couple we certainly thought it might get the case. Joanna, my wife loves dressing up for any occasion anyway, but she always makes an extra effort if she thinks that there might be some sexual adventure happening. This evening she dressed up in a long black dress, looking so elegant, with matching black shoes and a necklace that certainly looked worth a million dollars, if you weren't an expert, but which I knew was fake. She looked so beautiful, smart and sophisticated, but I knew that she was wearing nothing underneath.

I love watching her, knowing that she is on the hunt. Only I know it, of course, but that is part of the thrill. Even if it wasn't to be a swinging event, I knew that she was already primed and something would happen.

We arrived at eight, relatively early, and were greeted by our host and hostess. We could tell that something was planned from the greeting and from the other guests - some faces we recognised, but the numbers seemed carefully planned, which is always a give away sign, but everything started very formal.

It was the dances that started it. The ladies were blindfolded so had to be led in the slow dances which were of the type where partners change often so that, once into the dance, the ladies could not know who their partner was at all. I know how exciting Joanna finds that. She finds it a bit scary too, but she knows that I am there to watch out for her, so she feels safe enough. That's what I mean by our marriage making some things easier for us.

I saw her partnering a tall dark man. I would call him handsome, but I have learned not to get jealous, because I know where my wife's heart lies. He was holding her very closely, I could see. I had my own partner, a short, but very shapely blonde girl who, pressed close against my body was bringing about a certain stiffness in my trousers. As I pressed it into her thigh, knowing she could feel it hard there against her leg, I was aware that Joanna could probably feel something very similar. Seeing her like that across the room and sharing, in some strange way what I knew she was feeling was a most erotic sensation.