My Crazy Life 3 – Susan

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If we were to meet today for the first time, you probably wouldn’t be overwhelmed. I am not a bigger than life character. I am not sexually charismatic, or physically remarkable. You would probably notice that I am quietly confident, witty with dry humor, and I can often come off as having more than half a brain. At least you would notice me. That wasn’t always the case.When my wife and I started our swinging adventures, I was rather shy, and almost invisible. My wife used to tease me that the song “Mr. Cellophane” from the musical, Chicago, was written about me. Like the line in the song goes, “…walk right by me, look through me, and never even know I’m there.” This is the story of how that change started.The group of swingers that we met in Milwaukee used to have weekly Meet and Greet events. They were held at a bar that was attached to a sports complex, and it was open to the public. The manager and the bar tenders knew who we were, and they didn’t mind.They did enforce some Rules of Conduct, so there was never nudity (with the exception of an occasional boob flash), and there was no sexual contact (with the exception of the occasional inappropriate grope). This made for a safe environment for new people to join the group to get to know people socially before committing to anything more.My wife loved to go there. It was an excuse to get out on a Wednesday night, the people were very friendly, and we had a good time making new friends. We had been there for six or eight weekly meets when the host couple put a fine point on my status.The group was working out the final details for an upcoming hotel party. They were going to get several rooms together at a remote hotel. They were planning on having mixers available, but bring your own alcohol, and they were going to have snacks. My wife made her way to the sign up sheet to see what snacks we could bring.”Can you bring something baked, like cookies or brownies?” the hostess asked.”I can bring either, or both,” my wife answered.”Are you bringing anyone with you?” the host asked. His tone suggested that he hoped the answer was ‘no’.”Just this guy,” my wife answered, using her eyes to indicate me.Both the host and the hostess gave me a suspicious look.”And, who is this?” the host asked.My wife gave them a questioning look.”This is my husband, John,” she answered. “You’ve met him every week for the last two months.”The host and hostess still looked skeptical.”Well, good to meet you, John,” the hostess offered.I didn’t exactly blame them, although it was their job to know the people at their gathering. I was very quiet, but I didn’t hide in the corner! Unless I was at the bar getting us drinks, I was almost always with my wife as we wandered around and met people. People just didn’t seem to notice me.My wife didn’t have that problem. She was a social butterfly, and everybody knew her. She also was very quick to get email addresses from people, and she had a lot of chat friends. She ended up joining several online groups, and her circle of friends expanded quickly.Rather than being suspicious, I was amused when my wife started closing the office door for online video chatting. She would claim that the rest of the house was making too much noise, but I couldn’t help but notice how flushed her face was when she opened the door again. I also was quick to notice that she would jump my bones as soon as we headed for bed. Her online chats were really getting her revved up!One evening, she beckoned me to join her when she closed the door. She had a simple request. She wanted me to listen to the şişli escort first couple of minutes of her chat. She pointed out that there was something about the gentleman’s voice that shot straight through her, and she was hoping that I could mimic it later. I laughed but agreed.By standing to the side, I could see his video, but he wouldn’t see me in her feed. I was surprised to see that he was a much older gentleman, probably well into his fifties. That doesn’t seem like such a big deal now that I am in my fifties, but at the time, it wasn’t what I had expected.I could hear right away that I wasn’t going to be able to imitate his voice. He had a voice that was made for radio. It was low, like James Earl Jones’, and clear and resonant. I can talk down in that register, but I can’t get the resonance. I nearly shrugged and left her to her chat.His words stopped me. He greeted her, but then quickly apologized for being in a hurry. His wife had made plans for them to step out, and he needed to leave right away. In an almost desperate tone, he pleaded for a flash of boobs and ass as a fresh reminder of what he would be missing. My wife blushed, but quickly flashed both at the camera.His appreciative words were made in a tone that suggested he was fighting the need to orgasm. He thanked her, apologized again for having to run off, and then said his good-bye. Just before he signed off, he begged her to check out the party invite he had sent, and then he begged her to agree to go. She agreed to look at it, and they both signed off.My wife and I both looked at the invite together. It was for a house party for a group up near Madison. My wife glanced at the closed chat window and said she really wanted to go. She understood that we wouldn’t know anyone there except the gentleman and his wife, but she was sure we would both have fun. She gave me a flirtatious look, and I knew we would be going.A week later, on a Saturday evening, we followed some sketchy directions to a house in the middle of nowhere between Janesville and Madison. There were an awful lot of cars there for the size of the house, which meant lots of people and a full house. We ended up parking in the grass along the road and walking up the long driveway to the house.We were almost to the house when a big smile spread across my wife’s face, and in an excited tone, she gasped, “There’s Lyle!”I recognized the gentleman from her chat session. He must have heard his name, and he turned to us. His eyes got excited and his jaw dropped as he stared at my wife in disbelief. I couldn’t believe how openly he was lusting my wife as he waited for us to approach. She was wearing a very short denim skirt and an open off-the-shoulder blouse that showed off a lot of skin. She looked hot to me, but his lust seemed excessive. My wife didn’t care.”Oh. My. Goodness,” he marveled as we got close enough to talk. “You’re even better looking in person!”My wife’s breath caught at his words, and she gripped my hand tighter.”Why, thank you, Lyle,” she offered smoothly. “Keep talking,” she added. “You sound even better in person.””That’s funny,” he said just as smoothly. “My wife is always telling me I talk too much.”He openly glanced at her crotch, and if anything, his lustful look turned even lustier.”Did you wear the red ones like you promised?” he asked. I was pretty sure he was going to faint is she answered ‘yes’.My wife looked like she was halfway between fainting and orgasming as she flipped up the front of her skirt.”I’ve been soaked with anticipation the whole way here,” she said. “I didn’t want to mecidiyeköy escort ruin them, so I didn’t wear any at all.”As soon as the cloth started to lift, she had the attention of half the guys that were standing around. By the time she finished speaking, she had the attention of almost everyone there, guys and gals. I have no idea how Lyle managed to stay on his feet. His entire demeanor seemed to fall in pace with the dropping of the edge of her skirt as it fell back into place.”You…” he squeaked. After a hard swallow, he quietly said, “I warned you what I would want to do to you when I finally got to see that.””What, this?” she teased as she flashed him again. He squeaked again, and she smiled seductively. “Was that enough, or should I do it again?” she asked.”You little tease!” he accused in a joyful voice as he stepped towards her. She threw her arms around his neck as he bent and scooped her off her feet.He had a huge smile on his face as he gave me a quick glance.”Hey, Joe,” he said to me as he started carrying my wife quickly toward the house. “My wife is upstairs helping in the kitchen. She was looking forward to meeting you!”My wife was laughing as she waved back at me over her shoulder. She whispered something in his ear. Just before they disappeared into the house, he called back, “Oh, John. Sorry! Go find her!”Allow me to back up just a little bit here. We had been to several parties and had enjoyed ourselves at each of them. My wife did tend to do online chats with several people that she knew would be at the parties, and she often arranged something ahead of time. She and I were both comfortable with the idea that she would allow herself to be pushed just a little past her comfort zone, but she was strong enough to stop anything she didn’t like on her own.Even though she hadn’t really said anything to me ahead of time, it was obvious that she had arranged something with Lyle. From the smile on her face as he carried her away, I could tell that she was well within her comfort zone. I had no worries for her.I was a little miffed that they had left me on my own. As far as I knew, our plan was to find Lyle, and then have him introduce us to his wife. I had no idea what her name was or even what she looked like.As they had rushed into the house, all lingering attention had followed them. By the time they were gone, I was all but invisible to the people around me. I asked one of the couples near me if they knew who Lyle’s wife was, and they seemed shocked to see me standing there. They had no idea, so I thanked them, and made my way inside to find the kitchen.His instructions to go upstairs to find the kitchen started to make sense as I entered the house. It was built into a hillside, and from the street side, the lower floor had a garage and several smaller rooms. Away from the street, the upper floor opened out onto a nice patio. The kitchen was centrally located, with a living room on one end of the house, and bedrooms down the other side.The kitchen was easy enough to find. Tragically, it was also empty of people when I got there. I was too shy to start asking more people questions, so I grabbed a paper plate and filled it with some light snacks from the table. There were people talking in the living room, so I took my plate there to enjoy the food and wait for my wife to return.There were two groups already gathered in the living room.The first group consisted of five couples. They were obviously already on friendly terms with each other, and a couple of the women had their breasts bared to tease one of the guys. I tried to find a spot where I was away from them, but still able to watch the show. One of the guys actually noticed me, but with a glare, he purposefully stepped sideways to block my view of the women.I shrugged and turned my attention to the food. Much later, at a different party and a different location, that guy actually apologized to me. Apparently they had had too many problems with single guys sneaking into parties at that house. He assumed that I was a single guy, and he let me know just how welcome I was. By the time he made the apology, my wife and I had had some experience with that, and I accepted his apology.I pretty much made up my mind right then that my wife and I were leaving as soon as she came to find me. I kept a pleasant smile on my face as I ate the snacks and waited.Some words spoken in the other group drew my attention.The other group contained three women and two men. The two men and two of the women were younger than I was, probably in their early thirties. The other woman was just a little older than me, probably in her early forties. The two younger women were flirting and teasing with one of the guys.The other guy was kneeling on the floor between the older woman’s legs as she sat on the couch. Her dress had buttons down the front, and they were open to the waist. The young man was playfully caressing her very large breasts.What drew my attention was when he said, “You’ll have to take that up with Deja Thoris.”I expected the older woman to answer him, but she was pleasantly enjoying his hands on her breasts. Maybe I should have stayed out of the conversation, but I couldn’t help myself.”Are you looking for the original Queen, or do you expect to hear from Deety Burroughs Carter?” I asked.”I don’t think the original would have even considered swinging,” the young man answered. His attention never left the woman’s breasts.For that matter, neither did mine. My wife had full and firm ‘D’ cups when we started dating. Time and tragedy and children had left her with nice ‘D’cups that rested mostly on her ribs. I love breasts, and my wife’s were perfect for me.This woman had huge breasts that hung well down onto her ribs. They were capped with well formed and firm nipples. The young man was only caressing the skin of her breasts, but she was in heaven. My wife likes to have her breasts played with, but this woman was in a pleasure zone well beyond anything my wife would attain. I was enthralled.”Deety wasn’t really a swinger either,” the woman replied in a relaxed tone.”That depends on how far you’ve read,” I said.One of the younger women had been partially paying attention to our discussion. Her questioning look made me feel the need to explain my claim. I assumed that the older woman and the younger man had both read the Heinlein books they seemed to be referencing.”Deety really only shares Zeb with Hilda in ‘Number of the Beast’, mostly because their family unit of four includes her and her father. In ‘Cat’ and ‘Time Enough’, the Carters become part of Lazarus’ family. Even though the entire group remains faithful within the family, the only thing that separates their lifestyle from swingers is the love that they share.”The older woman had lifted her head from the back of the couch to stare at me.”That’s not how I read it at all,” she protested. She smiled. “Besides, swingers can enjoy love.”The other young woman cut it. She had been switching back and forth in kissing the guy and the other young woman. “What I would love, is to see you naked,” she said the first young woman. She punctuated her words with a steamy kiss. When the kiss broke, she turned to the young man on his knees. “The three of us are gonna go fuck,” she declared. “Are you with us?”

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