Lloyd, my co-worker, was getting cold feet about his upcoming wedding. So he sought me out because I’d been married for five very happy years.

We went out for a beer, and Lloyd laid his worries on the table.

“It’s just that after we tie the knot, I will never be with another woman besides Karen. I’m not looking around, but that one fact just hits me between the eyes.”

It was the age-old worry. I’d experienced it myself, before my wife, Vicky, and I came to our special accommodation.

Lloyd went on, “But then I see you and Vicky, and you both seem so happy together. I wonder how you do it.”

“We are happy,” I said. “But ours isn’t a typical marriage.” I couldn’t help but smile a little smugly.

“What do you mean?” Lloyd asked curiously.

I hesitated. I considered Lloyd a friend, but I didn’t want my lifestyle to become office gossip.

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”

I took a long swallow of beer. “OK. In the time I’ve been married to Vicky, I’ve had sex with more women than I can count.”

His eyes popped as he sputtered, “You cheat on her?”

“No. We’re swingers, Lloyd.”

I watched as the statement penetrated his brain. Realization slowly dawned on his face.

“Wow. I’ve never known anybody who actually did that.”

He sounded stunned by my confession,

and I chuckled.

“You’ve probably known plenty. Lots of people do it. But we tend to keep quiet about it.”

At least, that was the way with Vicky and me. We’d been introduced to a circle of local swingers by a friend who’d seen we were having marriage troubles and thought opening our relationship would be the solution to our troubles. She was right.

Lloyd shook his head in amazement and said, “So, you have sex with other women, and Vicky — ”

“Fucks other men.”

“Doesn’t that make you jealous?”

“No. She’s not looking to fall in love with some other guy and run off. She just gets to scratch the itch, same as me. We’re more in love with each other than ever.”

Lloyd seemed baffled, so I explained that what Vicky and I had was total trust. She had my heart; I had hers. Our bodies, however, were up for grabs.

Lloyd and I parted ways for the night — and no office gossip ensued, which I appreciated.

A few days later, he approached me again.

“I told someone about your secret,” he confessed. “Karen.”

I’d previously met Lloyd’s fiancée and thought she was lovely.

“How’d she react?” I asked, figuring she would have been as gobsmacked as Lloyd.

“She was fascinated! It seriously turned her on. She wants to know more about the scene.”

Now I was the one who was surprised.

“And how do you feel about her interest in swinging?”

He looked me in the eye and admitted, “I’m glad she’s interested. Hell, I haven’t been able to think of much else since you told me about it.”

I looked around to make sure we were alone. “OK,” I said in a low voice. “I can introduce you to a fun couple. Try it out once, and see if you really like it.”

He leaned in to interject, “Actually, we were hoping you and Vicky might want to, you know, hook up with us. I mean, we know you both and think you’re great.”

I was touched. My cock stirred in my pants at the thought of screwing Karen. I already had no doubt Vicky would love to get boned by Lloyd.

I told Vicky about our discussion when I got home, and she, of course, was up for some fun. She smiled wistfully at me and asked, “Do you remember our initiation?”

“How could I forget?” I took her in my arms, and we kissed as memories flooded my mind.

The friend who’d helped us with our marital troubles had taken me to bed and set Vicky up with her own husband.

And it had done the trick. All the insecurities between Vicky and me vanished. I didn’t have to worry about her cheating on me because it was only cheating if you kept it a secret. At least, that’s how we decided to define it.

We invited Lloyd and Karen to our house. We have two comfortable guest bedrooms at opposite ends of a hall that are perfect for entertaining playmates.

But we didn’t jump into things immediately. After their arrival, we relaxed with glasses of wine to break the ice.

I eyed Karen, anticipating what was to come. I saw Vicky’s heated gaze target Lloyd and noticed a familiar twinkle in her eye. But we didn’t rush the moment. Instead, we talked easily and casually.

But when I sensed the two newbies getting restless, I stood, held my hand out to Karen and asked, “Would you like to share some time with me?”

She looked automatically to Lloyd, who nodded anxiously. She took my hand, and I led her to one of the guest rooms. Vicky, meanwhile, took Lloyd off to the other. We had done this so many times, but it was still thrilling.

I closed the bedroom door behind us. I had planned to start with a gentle kiss, but Karen whirled around and pulled me to her. She mashed her mouth against mine, and I barely had time to react before her tongue was thrusting past my lips.

She ground against me, and I loved the feel of her pert tits pressing into my chest. I kissed her passionately as my excitement surged.

I tentatively pushed my groin toward her, and she humped her crotch shamelessly against my growing bulge. Her hands moved on me, groping and caressing.

Our clothes were terribly in the way. So she got out of her top, and I peeled off my shirt. Her tits were ample mounds, tipped with stiff nipples as pink as strawberry frosting. I squeezed her boobs in my hands, bringing a growl from deep in her throat.

We flung off the rest of our clothing. I beheld the lovely spectacle of Karen’s bare body. Her hairless pussy gleamed with waiting wetness, and her whole being seemed to buzz with eagerness and sexual energy.

She boldly took hold of my stiff cock and pulled me toward the bed. Grinning, I tumbled aboard. Her naked body wrapped itself over mine.

I kissed her squarely on the mouth. I shifted and ran my tongue down her elegant neck. Moving further south, I licked the curves of her breasts, then focused on the exquisite undersides, which caused her to squeal with pleasure.

Finally, I had at her aroused nipples. First I licked, then batted them about with my tongue, then sucked, and at last I bit down gently on them.

But Karen simply wasn’t interested in gentle.

“Harder!” she demanded.

I complied, being mindful not to cause any real hurt, of course. As I nibbled one, I tweaked the other with my fingers. She writhed on the bed, plainly relishing the sensations.

Eventually, I resumed my southward tour of her body. I kissed her flat belly and shouldered apart her smooth thighs. I looked down on the glistening groove of her shaved pussy, and when my tongue touched her slit, she jerked and cried out. I lapped at her outer lips. Then I quested inside, my tongue tip finding her slick, silken interior and her musky flavor filling my mouth.

I went deeper, homing in on her swollen clit. The excited bud seemed to quiver as I worked it. But when I delicately grazed it with my teeth she went nuts.

Her legs closed like a vise over my shoulders, and she lifted her ass clear off the bed. She mashed her pussy on my mouth and let loose a veritable howl. Probably it was audible at the other end of the hall.

Her wetness left my face shiny and slick. I came up for air, and as I did, she seized my jaw in surprisingly strong hands and proceeded to kiss my chin and then my lips, sampling her own flavor.

Afterward, she shoved me onto my back, knelt between my legs and took a gentle but firm hold of my balls. My cock stood straight up, and her eyes burned hungrily as she dropped her mouth onto my cockhead.

Now it was my turn to squirm. Her tongue swirled around my knob like it was a lollipop. Then she plunged her way right down my shaft, bypassing her gag reflex to deep-throat me like a pro.

Lloyd had himself a dynamo of a fiancée. If she was always revved this high, swinging would definitely be a good idea for them, I thought.

Her head bobbed, and her tight lips kept up a nice suction around my dick. As her tireless tongue squirmed, she also gently worked my balls with her fingers. My excitement soared higher and higher as pleasure prickled all over my flesh.

But she pulled her mouth away before I could blow a load down her throat. We needed to finish our hookup off the right way. Lloyd’s bride-to-be needed to get fucked. Just like I hoped Lloyd was screwing my wife. It would make their initiation official.

I could see Karen wanted to ride me, and I had no complaints. Staying on my back, I let her climb on. With a purr of pleasure, she lowered herself onto my cock. I watched my shaft disappear into her — an erotic magic trick that never gets old.

Reaching up, I fondled her tits. She planted her feet, and with a lusty grin, she started raising and lowering herself on my staff.

I let her take me at her own speed. She started off slow, almost leisurely. She seemed to savor every second of the experience, like this was a thing she’d wanted to do for a long time — with someone other than her fiancé. That was the healing power of swinging. Needs could be satisfied without wrecking relationships.

Soon she picked up the tempo. She rode me faster and harder, slamming down on me. I matched her rhythm, thrusting upward and spearing her sharply. She whipped her head from side to side, and a cry built in her throat, then tore through the room. Her climax was like a visible energy crackling vividly around her.

When it had passed, I rolled her over without withdrawing from her. She smiled languidly up at me as I started fucking her. I plowed her hot, tight pussy, giving her long, deep strokes.

Excitement grew in both of us. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and gritted her teeth. The final moment was approaching for me. After a few more urgent thrusts, there was no holding back.

Karen came with me as I unloaded into her. Every spurt released a wave of joy and satisfaction.

I only noticed the door to the room had opened because Lloyd was standing before us. He was naked and smiling. Vicky, also nude, came up behind him and led him back down the hall.

Their initiation was complete.