Hannah and I had gotten married six months ago, and for the first time I was wondering if we’d done it too soon.

I totally loved Hannah, but we were both in our mid-twenties. I’d been with women prior to her, and she’d had sex with other guys before we met. But now, half a year into our marriage, I was realizing I would never get to fuck another woman. Ever.

I kept checking out other women on the street. I imagined what it would be like to taste some strange pussy, to have my cock sucked by a girl I didn’t yet know.

Some part of me wondered if Hannah was feeling the same way. Sometimes I thought I saw her gaze straying, or we’d be watching a movie and she’d quietly sigh when a hot guy took his shirt off.

Being married wasn’t the only new thing in our lives. We’d moved to a new city, gotten new jobs, and had a fresh set of friends. Our new circle tended to gather at a funky bar/coffeehouse.

I had gotten tight with a guy named Navid. Like me, he was young and married.

One night I sat with Navid over dark beers. He was idly rolling dice on the bar top. I bitched about work.

Suddenly I saw he wasn’t listening. He was looking past me. I turned to see a statuesque woman with flowing hair and fine features. She was waiting for a to-go coffee at the counter. Her jeans were tight, showing off her taut ass. Her top stretched across her generous tits.

“Man, I’d like to spend two naked hours with her,” Navid said.

It jolted me. Navid’s wife, Susan, was sitting two stools away, talking to a girlfriend. Wide-eyed, I nodded warningly in her direction. She was within earshot.

Navid saw what I was doing. Laughing, he turned and said, “Susan, check her out. Wouldn’t it be nice for me if I could fuck her?”

“You bet, babe,” his wife said, grinning. She was a damn good-looking woman in her own right.

I gaped at him. “What. The. Hell?” I finally said. “Are you one of those couples that’s also best friends?”

“Susan and me are more than best friends. We’re swingers.” He took a long swallow of beer.

I was still gawking at him. “Swingers?” I asked cautiously. “You mean like — ”

“Like, we fuck other people. There’s a kind of club. It’s nothing official, just good friends sharing the same attitude. We’re all young, married, but we’re in relationships that allow for extramarital fun.”

I tried to absorb all that. But one thought came through loud and clear: What an awesome arrangement that was!

“You know,” Navid said, “you’re welcome to join us. You and Hannah. We’ve all talked it over.”

My wife and I had been the subject of secret debate. Our new friends had evidently decided that we rated participating in their swingers’ sex club. Incredible.

But before I could begin to ponder the offer, mental fail-safes kicked in. I said, “Hannah wouldn’t go for it.”

“You think?” Navid grinned. “Susan had lunch with her earlier today and pitched the idea. Hannah wants to do it — but only if you do, too.”

I sat there blinking. My whole life might change tonight. Hannah was due to meet us here soon.

“How do you decide who fucks who?” I asked, my throat tight.

Navid dropped one of the dice on the bar top. “We roll. The number matches a person. With you, we’d have six couples. It would be perfect.”

Perfect, I thought dizzily.

When Hannah showed up, Navid left us to talk privately. My wife’s face was aglow. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Well?” she asked.

I kissed her on the mouth. I grinned fiercely. “Let’s do it!” She squealed with joy.

Navid and the rest of the group came over to where we were sitting. He handed me the die and said, “The honor’s yours.” The others were smiling. There was a weird but comforting sense of camaraderie.

I rolled a four. I looked up, having no idea what that meant. Susan gave a little cheer, came over to me, and planted a kiss on my lips. I hastily checked with Hannah. She’d already slipped her arm in Navid’s. That was how it worked. I’d get his wife, he’d get mine.

We all toasted one another, then went our separate ways. Hannah was taking Navid back to our place. I was going home with Susan.

Excitement tore all through me. Susan was hot, but the idea of having any woman other than my wife was desperately exciting. We reached the apartment. Susan led me straight into the bedroom, her eyes glittering.

She pulled me into her arms, and her mouth was back on mine. Her lips were soft, her body firm. My cock sprang into full hardness, but I found myself hesitating.

Susan sensed it and stepped back. “We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Hannah — ” I started to say.

“Hannah loves you.”

Somehow that made it all okay. I threw myself back into the kiss. Susan’s lips parted and our tongues met. I drew her tightly against me. She pressed her crotch on my hard-on. We started pulling away each other’s clothes.

When we were both naked, I ogled her gorgeous body. She had nice tits, a flat belly, and curvy hips. I had never thought I’d be in a room with another nude woman in my life. Now here I was.

We dove together onto the bed. We lay side by side. I groped her lush tits, and she took my cock in her hand, pumping me, sending hot thrills through my body.

It was all new. It was all different, yet familiar. Sex with Hannah was incredible, but the little variations with Susan captivated me. I moved down to suck on her tits, nibbling her stiff nipples, and she moaned with pleasure. I kissed my way further down.

She helpfully spread her legs, and I moved down between her smooth thighs. My face hovered over her shaven pussy. I feasted on the sight, the waiting slickness of her. I breathed her scent in and felt tingling goose flesh rise on me. My cock throbbed.

I put my mouth on her cunt. The flavor soon coated my busy tongue. I savored her tang. I delved deep into her silky interior, zeroing in on her clit’s swollen bud. She responded by bucking her hips, jamming her pussy hard against my face.

Her wetness smeared on me. I licked and lapped, making sloppy slurping sounds. Suddenly her ass lifted off the bed. She let out a yowl as her whole body quivered like a bowstring. Her juices poured into my mouth, and I drank everything she gave me.

When I came up for air, Susan urged me over onto my back and scrambled between my legs, obviously meaning to return the oral favor. I raised my head to watch in wonder as she took hold of my cock and ran her tongue in a circle over my straining cockhead.

An intense shiver of pleasure touched me. Her tongue caught my drizzle of pre-come, then she locked her lips over me and started sucking her way downward. It was amazing to see my cock disappear into her eager mouth.

Her tongue wriggled up and down my shaft. She applied some suction, sinking her cheeks in around me. Her hand moved to my balls, squeezing delicately, awakening even more erotic thrills.

The head went up and down. I watched, mesmerized. Susan was plainly enjoying herself. I still had her taste on my tongue. She sucked me for five straight minutes, then her head came up.

“I need you inside me,” she said. With that she climbed up onto me, took hold of my cock, and slotted it up inside herself. Again, I saw myself vanish into her.

I let out a growl as I seized her hips. As she rode me, I met her downstrokes with perfectly timed upward thrusts. We were amazingly in sync for first-time lovers. Distantly, I wondered if it was going as well for Hannah and Navid. I hoped so. I only wanted them to have fun, too.

My head spun in wonderment. Somehow tonight I had become a swinger. It had never before occurred to me that this might be the lifestyle for both my wife and me.

Susan’s tits jounced. She slammed down on me, our speed picking up. I bucked my hips, letting her impale herself all the way on my hard rod. She whipped her head from side to side.

I felt her clench me, then another raw yowl escaped her lips. I watched the orgasmic delight play out across her lovely features. After coming, she started to tip limply to one side.

I caught her and eased her over   onto her back, staying inside her the whole time. Poised above her now, I took a second or two to relish the sight of her. I had been regretting the fact that I would never fuck another woman. That quandary had been solved tonight. I could have my marriage and also  have this.

Grinning, I stroked into her. She rocked back, giving me complete access, taking me as deeply as possible. I liked her slick grip, liked her scent and taste.

Susan writhed beneath me. Her tits heaved, and her face twisted with pleasure. She met my thrusts. Again, the two of us were in perfect rhythm.

I pounded her now. Our bodies smacked loudly together. Pleasure buzzed hard in me. I felt my balls tightening, getting ready to unload.

Susan’s movements suddenly went wild. She thrashed on the bed, the motions tipping me over the edge. Ecstasy took me. The first spew of my come seemed to tear through my entire body. The pleasure was insane. I let out a hoarse cry as jet after jet followed, each its own climactic event.

Finally, I pulled out and laid down alongside Susan. Alongside Navid’s wife. She smiled and nuzzled me. None of it felt awkward. Everything was friendly warmth.

I was grateful to her. I was grateful to Hannah.

I was grateful, too, for my throw of the dice.