My wife Sharon and I have been married for over 20 years, and for the last four or five of those years we have been into the swinging lifestyle.

At first we joined websites and found other couples, as well as single men and women, to swap with or have threesomes. As things evolved, I found that what turned me on the most was sharing Sharon with another man, and it turned out that that was what she preferred as well. We also discovered that we enjoyed finding men who had not previously been swingers, as they tended to be more impressionable and less jaded. Eventually we abandoned the websites and concentrated on picking up single men in bars and other places, usually taking them home with us for fun and games.

One night about a month ago, Sharon and I decided to pay a visit to a local strip club in search of likely candidates. There was quite a crowd at the club that night, and we could barely find a place to sit. Sharon was dressed very provocatively, to say the least, in a short spandex dress and black thigh-high boots. My wife is five feet two and 110 pounds, with great curves and a truly eye-catching pair of boobs. Although she is now 42, she keeps herself in great shape and could pass for 10 years younger.

We had deliberately gotten there late in the evening, when many of the customers had been drinking and staring at strippers all night. We finally found a table near the main stage, and Sharon immediately started looking around for a cute guy to flirt with. It didn’t take long before she made eye contact with a tall blond man who appeared to be in his late 20s.

After silently flirting with this guy for a few minutes, Sharon smiled at me and said she was going to the rest room. She strutted right by his table on the way, and I saw him follow her with his eyes. A few moments later, he got up and walked in the direction she had taken.

When Sharon returned, she told me that, as she had expected, the man had caught her coming out of the ladies’ room, and had introduced himself as Hal. She said he had asked her if she was a stripper, and on a crazy impulse she had said yes, but that this was her night off. He then told her that he wanted a lap dance, and asked if she would give him one. Sharon told him that it would cost him extra, because she was supposed to be off that night and would have to pay one of the other dancers to look out for her and see that the manager didn’t try to interfere. Hal had said that was fine, and had gone to find the in-house ATM machine to get some cash.

Sharon did arrange for one of the strippers to look out for her for $50, and when Hal returned she led him to the lap dance area. I discreetly followed them up there to watch. Hal sat on a long couch against one wall, and Sharon started to dance for him. As she twirled, the skirt of her dress flew up, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and displaying her shapely ass and her shaved pussy. Hal reached out to touch her as she moved closer, and she crawled into his lap and began to grind herself all over him.

I could tell Sharon was getting really worked up by the way she was moving. When she started to undo his belt and open his pants, I could only hope that that dancer was earning her money as a lookout, or my wife was going to get us thrown out of there for sure. But Sharon didn’t seem worried about that. In an instant she had the guy’s cock out and was on her knees, sucking him like crazy. Then she stood up and straddled his lap, reaching down to aim the head of his very stiff cock at her wet pussy, then lowering herself onto it, taking it deep inside her. Then she was fucking him, right there in the strip club, while I looked on incredulously. Fortunately, there was only one other couple in the lap dance area at that point, and they were too busy to notice.

Sharon had to stop, though, when it was announced over the loudspeakers that the club was closing for the night. Both she and Hal were obviously frustrated, and as they straightened their clothes Hal invited us back to his apartment for a “nightcap.” It evidently didn’t bother him that I was with her, which was fine with me.

When we got to Hal’s place we all smoked a joint, which made me hornier than ever, and I was impatient to get on with things. I walked up to the chair in which my wife was sitting, unzipped my pants and pulled out my nine-inch cock. Hal walked up beside me and pulled his own cock out as well, and I told her to suck us both.

Sharon sucked my dick first, then his, then mine again, alternating between us for about 10 minutes. We then stood her up and took her into the bedroom, where Hal lay down on the bed while Sharon straddled him. As she had at the strip club, she took hold of his cock and aimed it at her pussy, then sank down on it, taking it all the way into her.

My cock was still wet with her saliva. I added some of my own to it, lubing it up good, then moved up behind her, pushed her down so that her tits were scraping Hal’s chest, and slid my throbbing penis slowly into her asshole.

Sharon went wild when she felt both cocks inside her. She moaned and screamed so loudly that I was worried the neighbors would complain. “Oh Christ yes! Fuck me!” she screamed. “Yes, fuck me, I love having both your cocks in my body!” It was a scene right out of a porno movie. She screamed even harder when she came a minute later, with Hal and me finishing close behind her.

It was the beginning of a wild night — which went on into the next day as well. But it was only one of our typical adventures in swinging, and if you print this letter I will tell you about others.