A few years ago, my wife Victoria and I were still new to the California tech scene.

At the time, we were desperately trying to get our startup off the ground, so networking and funding — and all things “company time” — had consumed our marriage. It was mostly my fault for being so oblivious and obsessive, and when Victoria put a reminder on my calendar that read “fuck me tonight,” I realized not only how long it had been, but that if things didn’t change, I stood to lose more than our cherished startup.

After we fucked our brains out, she kissed me and asked if I wanted more.

“What do you mean? What else besides you could I ask for?”

Victoria smiled. “Well, I’m not saying to replace me, but Stan, maybe we need to rev things up so you don’t forget about sex for months.”

“I will schedule this in my phone every day if you want to.”

She laughed. “Well, that’s a start. But you know, I was thinking the other day about the article we read about that one couple… ” Her voice trailed off as she gripped my cock again. “How they had ‘play dates’ with others — but they did it together.”

I groaned and closed my eyes, mesmerized by the sensation of her mouth enveloping my dick. “I’m listening.”

The alleged sexual escapades of the rich (yet socially awkward) geek crowd are a continual matter of speculation. Well, I can tell you for certain that the rumors are true: The dorks who didn’t lose their virginity until age 25 mostly busy themselves with crazy weekend bacchanals and “cuddle puddles” filled to the brim with hot babes. Whether it really is “making up for lost time” or “making asses of themselves,” I’ll let you decide.

For my wife, though, this strange party culture was polarizing at first — especially when one venture capitalist assumed she was my “escort” and not my business partner and spouse. It’s still a “bro-topia” all the way, no matter what they claim now, but for open-minded couples that want to play on their own terms, the options are growing — as we found out!

My wife is absolutely gorgeous, so I can hardly blame Mr. Venture Capitalist — or any guy ever — for hitting on her. Victoria is 5’2” with a heart-shaped face, pretty violet eyes, long dark hair, and natural C-cup breasts. I tell her she’s a modern-day Elizabeth Taylor. I’m a lucky man — but back then, it was clear we needed to shake things up and I needed to be reminded not to take her for granted.

One weekend we were attending a conference about crowdfunding, and Victoria got an anonymous invite to a private party on a very exclusive hotel’s roof. The paperless invite merely said: “Couples only” and gave the address and time.

“What do you think, honey?” She showed me her phone screen. “Should we go?”

“I mean, if it’s couples, maybe the crowd will be less ‘bro’ and more appetizing?”

Victoria laughed. “Well, it can’t hurt to check out the pool and see if there’s anyone worth talking to.”

After the last conference speaker finished, we had dinner then went back to our hotel to change for the party. I went business casual, but Victoria had on a slinky short black dress.

“Can you fit a bathing suit under that?” I teased her.

“I think I can improvise.” She winked at me and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go.”

When we arrived at the party, I looked around and felt instant relief that this was not another drug-fueled tech-bro bash. Actual couples seemed to populate the crowd — some were “May-December” romances or maybe escorts, but mostly the group consisted of people like Victoria and me.

Besides some familiar faces from tech, we met some academics and others in the arts and entertainment scene. It was a breath of fresh air socially — and a whole other frontier sexually.

At one point when I went to get us more drinks, I returned to find my wife talking to a gorgeous redhead who was there with her much older, salt-and-pepper-haired husband. We’ll call him John — and her Iris.

From a few feet away, the sight of Iris caressing my wife’s arm and blatantly flirting — and my wife flirting back — was not lost on me. I handed Victoria her drink and introduced myself. Turns out, John was a good guy to meet; later on, he would help me secure vital company funding. But that night there was a moratorium on business chatter: He and I simply played the roles of indulgent husbands who were all too happy to let our wives put together one hot playtime.

“So, is this your first party?” Iris asked us both.

Victoria nodded. “We’re fairly new in general to everything.”

Iris smiled warmly and put her arms around us both. “Well, John and I are happy to make you feel welcome. Isn’t that right, dear?”

John raised his glass to her. “It’s always a pleasure meeting new friends — especially smart couples.”

Victoria nodded. “I was a bit out of my depth before — ”

“Yes, I think I know what you might be alluding to.” Iris rolled her eyes and giggled.

John shook his head. “Not to worry — this particular party scene is much, much different.”

“Well, we are looking to expand our horizons, and yeah — we’ve been all work and no play — which is my fault.” I looked at Victoria and we both laughed.

Iris beamed at her husband and then looked at us. “John and I have a suite here with a great hot tub. Maybe you’d like to join us?”

“Sounds great to me. Stan?” Victoria stroked my arm. “Feeling up to it?”

“The view of our sexy naked wives going wild with each other was almost too much to take.”

“I’m up for anything.” I kissed Victoria on the forehead.

“Good!” John gave his wife a little squeeze around the waist and then released her so she could take Victoria’s hand.

Victoria smiled and let Iris give her a little kiss right there. Knowing full well we were both wrapped around their little fingers, we let the ladies lead the way, giggling and whispering to each other.

I knew my wife had “experimented” in the past, but it was another thing entirely to see it happening. As we rode up in the elevator, I felt like I was dreaming, watching Victoria’s tongue tangoing with another woman’s tongue and her hands caressing her breasts. It was almost impossible to control myself watching her and Iris make out — and I had to wonder how John kept it together with such a sexy younger wife. The walk to Iris and John’s suite was the longest walk down a hallway I’d ever taken.

Once we arrived, John surprised me by offering me a drink. Thirst was the last thing I was feeling. Reading my confused expression, Iris countered: “Stan, you don’t mind watching with my husband while Victoria and I get warmed up together, do you?”

“Oh — no, no, not at all!” I grinned.

Victoria kissed me and brushed against my bulge. “You better be saving that up for me.”

I took the glass of Scotch that John was offering and gave Victoria a thumbs-up — I was at a loss for words due to being so turned-on.

Victoria was so sexy with the way she took charge and unzipped Iris’s dress. Iris had a nice set of enhanced boobs that John had gotten her for a wedding present, and Victoria gave them a good feel and took those nipples into her mouth.

Iris moaned softly. “Stan, you have one hot wife.”

Victoria looked over and smiled at me and then kissed her way down Iris’s navel to her shaved pussy.

The view of our sexy naked wives going wild with each other was almost too much to take. I can’t remember how much time passed, but John was the one to speak up first. “Can we play too, now?”

“Yeah!” I chimed in. “What about our fun?”

Victoria and Iris had moved into a sixty-nine at that point, so they both continued to stroke each other’s pussies as they regarded us.

“Oh, I think we got plenty of fun to go around,” Victoria giggled.

“Sorry we forgot about you.” Iris playfully slapped Victoria’s ass. “Lots of distractions here.”

John and I didn’t waste any time joining our wives — both of whom were very good sports about relieving us after such a long tease.

The ladies took turns sucking us both off — and not surprisingly it was a rush to watch Victoria take another man’s cock in her mouth and see another woman tonguing down my shaft, too.

I can see where this might make some men jealous, but that night I got to see my wife as a sexual and sensual being purely looking to give and receive pleasure. And maybe we are just “animals” at heart, but watching Victoria’s wild, blatant lust made me fall more in love with the woman I married.

After our dual suck-off session, the girls got on all fours and had us enter them from behind so John and I could take turns sampling both of their incredible pussies. In hindsight, it might’ve been even more fun to blindfold the ladies and see if they could guess whose dick was fucking them, but our orgiastic fun and wife-swapping unfolded naturally. We let the chemistry take over, and it was the most incredible “first time” swinger/swapping session that either Victoria or I could have wanted.

As the night rolled on and I found myself closer and closer to exploding, John and I reclaimed our respective wives.

John was fucking Iris’s ass while Victoria rode me reverse cowgirl. We arranged ourselves, so our wives could kiss each other, and Victoria could tease Iris’s clit and pussy.

Iris was so overwhelmed, she was squealing out a veritable aria when she came — and John blew his load deep inside her tight rosebud asshole.

Victoria rode me wildly then, nailing her G-spot with the tip of my cock until she climaxed. And since my wonderful wife knows how much I get off finishing in her mouth, she dismounted me and let me do just that, savoring every last drop of my hot load.

Now, I won’t say this kind of fun is ultimately for everyone, but for Victoria and I, playing together with other couples like John and Iris has helped us share fantasies that we never would have shared otherwise.

Oh, and bonus: Our company has grown above and beyond expectations — who’d have thought good networking and mind-blowing sex could work hand-in-hand?