It seems strange, at least strange to me. You see, I met a great guy in college and married him. We’ve had a great marriage, and sex with him has been a joy. I was twenty when we tied the knot. Now I’m thirty-two, and I still love Gregory.

We talked about having kids, but that wasn’t high on our to-do list. We were having too much fun the way things were. Anyway, what is strange is that suddenly I began having these fantasies, sexual fantasies. It was as if something had snapped inside me or somebody had thrown a switch. Now I was horny all of the time, having desires that might be called a midlife crisis.

I wasn’t thinking that I should have had more men in my life before Greg. The truth is, I lost my virginity in high school and had several intimate romances in college. Since we’ve been married, I’ve been faithful and haven’t strayed. I’ve had no desire to have sex with another man, that is, until now. I get aroused just watching Johnny Depp play Captain Jack Sparrow or even Anthony Hopkins in The Silence of the Lambs. The other day, I wanted to be like Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Obviously, it didn’t take much to turn me on.

After a few cocktails one night, Greg said, “Maybe I shouldn’t bring this up, but you’ve been kind of edgy and moody lately. Is something wrong, Britney?

“No, I’m fine. It’s just that I’ve been thinking.

“Thinking about what?”

“We’ve been in kind of a rut lately. I’m a little bored.”

“We could go on another cruise. I have time off next month.”

“No, dear. We’ve done that before. It’s great, but that isn’t what has been on my mind.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ve had these dreams” (although they weren’t dreams, but fantasies) “that I was the woman in that porn video you were watching last week.”

“Okay, I know you don’t like me watching porn, but which one are you talking about?”

“The woman getting gang-banged. Honey, at one point in my life, I would have thought that was disgusting. In my dream (fantasy), well, I was that woman, and I even enjoyed it.”

“Tell me about it, Dear.”

“Well, there were three men. We were all naked, of course. I was on my hands and knees giving one of the guys a blowjob while I gave a second guy a hand job. The third guy was fucking me from behind.”

“Was I there as a cuckold?”

“I don’t know, Greg. You know about dreams. It’s hard to remember. What I do remember is all three took their turn cumming inside me. You know how much I love it when you cum in me.

“Do you fantasize about other women, Greg?”

“No, I’ve got you.”

“Ah ha, a very diplomatic answer. I have to be honest, Dear. What I just said about my dream has been going through my mind like a bucket list.”

“Are you saying that you want to do it?”

“Maybe. I suppose so if you were there.”

After Greg and I had this talk, it became an obsession. I wanted it more every day and told Greg I thought it would be good for both of us. He didn’t exactly agree, but he didn’t say no. What he said was, “Look, I’m not thrilled with you having sex with someone else or a bunch of men. Yet, you won’t be happy until you try it.”

Then he said, “I think you have to go at this gradually. Here is my idea. We will go to a bar. “Tanker’s Pub” is a good place for meeting people. I'll talk to a guy that you find attractive and tell him how good you are at giving blow jobs. I sort of suggest you are interested in him. If he gets the hint, you take him to our van and blow him. If he’s not too big, give him deep throat.”

“What if he wants to fuck me?”

“Explain that you are having your period or any excuse you can think of.”

“But that isn’t what I’ve been thinking.”

“I know, but it’s a start. If you feel comfortable with this, then you take the next step and fuck a stranger.”

So, I did step one with Warren. He wanted deep throat, and I gave it to him. He gave me a mouthful of cum and demanded I swallow. That’s not a problem for me. Of course, he wanted to fuck me, and I gave him an excuse and said maybe at another time. Greg took me home, and I told him all about it.

“You know, Dear, this makes me so horny,” and we fucked that night until dawn. So, if it turns both Greg and me on, it’s a win/win situation. I was all ready for the next step.

The next step was at a restaurant that was known for couples finding partners to hook up with. The server’s name was Philip, who seemed distracted as if he had met me before. He took our order. We both ordered fish dinners. When Philip gave us the bill, he asked if we liked the fish, leading to a short conversation.

I lied and said we were new in town. “We are hoping to find another couple that has the same views as us,” I said.

“What views are those?” he asked.

Greg spoke up and said, “We have liberal ideas about politics, economics, and relationships.”

“I hear that a lot. Give me a call. I might be able to help when I come across another couple that you might like to meet.” He gave us the restaurant business card with his home phone number on the back.

I called him the next day and introduced myself. “Philip, I have to clarify what my husband told you last night. My husband didn’t make it clear what we want.”

Philip interrupted and said, “Britney, he made it perfectly clear. You are looking to hook up with another swinger couple like yourselves. That’s it, right?”

“No, Philip, that’s not it at all. My husband, Greg, wants me to hook up with another man for a one-night stand.”

“May I ask why?”

“He thinks I’m in a rut. We haven’t had good sex for months. Greg says I need some excitement in my life.”

“So, you are looking for a short-term affair?”

“If you put it that way, well, yes.”

“How about tomorrow night at nine?”

“You mean you are available?”

“Got a pencil? Here’s my address. Remember, nine o’clock sharp.”

I got home at five the next morning. Greg was frantic with worry. I told him it couldn’t be helped. Then I told him how Philip fucked me in several positions that Greg and I hadn’t used. The next night, I showed him the one I liked best. It was called the ‘Hot Seat,’ where he laid back on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. I sat on him reverse cowgirl. With my legs closed and on the floor, it gave me leverage. I was in complete control. Greg also liked it. Once again, we both benefited.

It was time to take the step I had been waiting for. “How do we find three men for you?” Greg asked. “Of course, you are beautiful and sexy, but it’s not like going to Walmart to buy a wrench.”

“I think Philip can help. He knows everyone at the restaurant and said, “Anytime I wanted, he could fix me up.” I was eager to fulfill my dreams, so when I called Philip, he wanted to know why I called. “Didn’t you have enough excitement the other night?”

“Yes, it was fine, Philip.It’s that my birthday is next week, and I want something special.”

“What do you mean special? If you can be more specific, maybe I can help.”

“Well, I’ll turn thirty-three, so something with three would be nice.

“I understand. I’ll check around and see what I can find.”

What he found were Moe, Larry, and Curly. The names sounded familiar. Philip said they would pick me up on Friday afternoon. I packed lightly, thinking I wouldn’t need many clothes.

Late in the afternoon, they picked me up for a lengthy drive to a lodge in the forest and by a lake. It was really a beautiful place. Larry and Curly sat in the front seats. Moe and I sat in the back. The drive was uneventful except that Moe couldn’t keep his hands off me. I didn’t object, but then I didn’t encourage him either.

We unpacked, and Larry started the grill. Curly cooked steaks while we drank wine. I like Sauvignon Blanc. The men drank red. The conversation was small talk, mostly about fishing. Each of them made a point of giving me a peck on the cheek until the wine took over and the kisses became more serious.

Moe put three small folded slips of paper in a hat, and I was to draw one out. The first one said, “Moe.” The second one was “Curly.” I didn’t need to know who was on the remaining slip. I might be a blonde, but I knew why there was a drawing.

I was a little light headed when Larry suggested we go for a swim. It meant skinny dipping, and the guys were naked in less than a minute. It took me a little longer. I didn’t try to cover up. It was just nature, me, and the men.

Sunset arrived soon after, bringing out the stars. Truthfully, it was very romantic. Moe took me in his arms and carried me to one of three bedrooms. The cold lake had made him soft, so it was time for a blowjob. After two, maybe three minutes, Moe was ready and slipped on a condom. His cock was about the size of Greg’s, but it had an interesting curve that hit my G-spot with every stroke. We fucked missionary until Curly came into the room with a large hard-on.

“Are you finished, Moe? It’s my turn.”

Moe just mumbled something while Curly slipped into bed with me. He was large, like I said, and wore a condom. We fucked doggy for nearly half an hour. He came using long, deep strokes that brought me to the edge of an orgasm. Curly had a hard time catching his breath when Larry said, “Time’s up. My turn.”

Larry also wore a condom, and we started in missionary, then doggy, and he finished with me in cowgirl. I managed to have three orgasms and a nice climax at the end. When Larry left, I immediately fell asleep.

In the morning, we had breakfast as though we were at a nudist resort. Larry and Moe took me fishing, teaching me how to cast, meaning to throw the line out, hoping a fish would be tricked into biting the end. I got one they called a bass and wanted to keep it. They said we couldn’t do that because we were at a catch-and-release lake. Actually, I was happy to see it swim away.

Back on shore, we gravitated to the bedroom; only this time, all four of us were together. I told them that condoms weren’t necessary. “I’m protected, and actually, I like the feel of a man’s cum streaming inside me.” From the look on their faces, it seemed they were happy about that.

Curly was first, taking me cowgirl, although I had Moe’s in my mouth and stroked Larry with my hand. It was exactly what I had seen in the porn video that had turned me on. A while later, Larry moved behind me and slowly penetrated my ass inch by inch. Wow! What a feeling! I thought. Larry did most of the thrusting, while Curly was content moving just enough to give me the nice sensations I crave.

After Curly finished, Larry replaced him, and Moe filled my ass. They banged into me long enough for me to get my share of orgasms. “Yes, yes, yes, oh yes,” I remember saying. All I recall was hearing them shouting and growling like the animals they had become. By two in the afternoon, it was over, and we washed off in the lake.

It was a sunny day, so I got a bit of a tan before dinner. Larry put down a blanket and fucked me for a short time, followed by Moe. Curly said he could wait until after dinner. I was happy to hear that. I was their whore for the day, but a girl has her limits.

I went to bed early, and Curly joined me. We didn’t have sex until the next morning. Curly and I started around six and finished around eight when we were called to breakfast. I showed him the Hot Seat. He showed me the Wheelbarrow. He came twice, and my orgasms were non-stop.

We left the lodge around ten-thirty in the morning. I was home at two, and Greg was watching golf. We went out for pizza and fell into bed at nine. It was the next morning; I told Greg the whole story, just as it is written above. He was beside himself with lust and wanted me before leaving for work. I told him that I needed a little time off. Then he said, “I think it’s time to join a swingers' club.”

So we did.