When my wife and I were traveling to our first hookup with another couple, we laughed about how we could hear one another’s hearts pounding in our chests. As we drove to the trysting place, an array of emotions — excitement, desire, nervousness — made us feel as though we were karaoke singers about to perform a duet in front of a stadium full of unforgiving music critics.

Sally and I decided to open up our marriage four years ago. Both of us were enthusiastic about the idea. But we — Sally, in particular — weren’t sure about jumping into the deep end of the swinger pool. We weren’t certain we could even handle dog-paddling in the shallow end. We agreed, instead of showing up at so-called lifestyle events or clubs, we would take it slower, looking for one couple in our general vicinity with whom we could meet up privately — two on two.

The internet made that a possibility, but we had some false starts before finding Sheena and Freddy, a smart, sexy, athletic, 30-something Black couple who lived in a city less than 100 miles from our town. We agreed to meet with them one weekend at a resort hotel that was conveniently located between our home and theirs.

It was a fantastic success. We had drinks and dinner with them one Friday night at the hotel’s restaurant, and then we went back to their room for what we thought would be same-room sex with our respective partners. That was basically what happened, although there was some touching and oral stuff between couples. But the next night, we got together with them again, and that time we went full swap. What a night that was! It was more than a bit frantic. There I was, fucking the beautifully curvy Sheena doggy-style while watching Sally — who’s a tall, slim brunette — sitting astride Freddy’s thick cock as if she were riding a bronco in some crazy rodeo.

We got together several times after that — sometimes at their place, sometimes at ours, and occasionally at that hotel where we’d first met up. The variety of sexual adventures we’ve shared with them has spiced up our lives. But what we hadn’t expected was that Freddy and Sheena would become our friends as well as our playmates.

They’re veterans of the swinging scene, and they’ve told us about some of the wild times they’ve had with orgies and even gangbangs. They didn’t exactly push us to think about participating in larger group-sex scenes, but all their sexy talk certainly piqued our interest.

Not long before the recent pandemic lockdowns, we heard from Freddy and Sheena. They had begun playing occasionally with another couple, Greg and Heidi, who they thought we would like. He’s a college music professor, and she’s an administrator at the school where he works. Sheena forwarded their contact info, so we could make our introductions.

“Sweeties, we’ll be happy to make it a six-some if you think we’d all be compatible,” she wrote. “P.S. — They’re both geniuses when it comes to oral!”

When we saw Greg and Heidi’s pictures and began corresponding with them, we had a good feeling. He looked every inch the tweedy, bearded professor, with his dark-rimmed glasses and graying temples. She was a slight, cute blonde with a pageboy hairstyle, a button nose and rather full, tantalizing-looking lips. Their correspondence with us was literate and humorous, with a bit of playfully bawdy innuendo.

Before you knew it, we’d arranged another weekend at the hotel where we’d initially met Freddy and Sheena. Yes, all six of us were set for a sexy hookup. Sally and I found our hearts were beating wildly with excitement, just as they had been when we’d set out on our first swinging adventure.

We arrived at the hotel that Friday and went straight to the penthouse bar. Both other couples were already there. I embraced Sheena affectionately and gave her a rather ardent kiss that our shocked servers didn’t fail to notice. Meanwhile, Freddy took Sally in his arms and dipped her low toward the floor, bending down for an old-timey, “World War II is over” style smooch.

“I think y’all have met before a time or two,” said Heidi, who was even cuter in person than in her photos.

“Where did you pick up that idea?” quipped Freddy.

I’d greeted Heidi with a friendly hug, but my thoughts quickly ran beyond the bounds of friendliness. I thought of Freddy and Sheena’s words about the couple’s oral expertise.

I noticed when Sally and Greg greeted each other, they were a bit formal and timid — only shaking hands. I worried there was not much attraction between them.

We had a couple rounds of drinks, and soon enough, the talk turned sexy. Because we were in a public, “vanilla” venue — and because our server seemed determined to hover over our table — we had to restrain ourselves somewhat. But when Freddy launched into the lusty tale of the first time Heidi had wrapped her succulent lips around his rigid pole, he skipped the euphemisms.

“This little Heidi-ho can polish a knob like she’s the sultan’s concubine,” he proclaimed at one point.

I figured the martinis and mojitos had all sufficiently done their job in lubricating our libidos. In fact, we may have overdone it. I suggested we order some tapas to soak up some of the alcohol. Through it all, I noticed Sally was uncharacteristically quiet.

Before long, we decided to adjourn to Freddy and Sheena’s suite. Hurrah! Sally and I dropped by our own room first to get our swingers’ bags, which were packed with lube, condoms, sexy gear and assorted love gadgets.

“You OK with this?” I asked when we were alone together.

“Sure.”

“Don’t you find them attractive?”

“Are you kidding, Mike? They’re great.”

I wasn’t convinced. “Then what’s the problem?”

“No problem. I just don’t think Greg is all that into me.”

“Are you into him?”

“He’s as sexy as fuck,” she said. “But what if he doesn’t want to play with me?”

“Oh, honey,” I said. “If that’s the case, you play with me. And with Freddy and Sheena.”

“I know,” she said. “I guess I’m nervous is all.”

“You are the sexiest person in the whole damn bunch,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I love you so much right now. But if you want to hold off tonight, I’ll go tell them we’ll meet up with everybody for breakfast tomorrow.”

She squeezed my hand. “No, let’s go for it,” she said.

There were two king-size beds in the large suite. As Sheena poured drinks for everyone — as if we needed more — Freddy pulled the covers back on one of the beds. Clothes were already being discarded, and soon the three gals were all down to bras, panties and other scrumptious underthings. Sheena wore a sexy bustier that made her big, worship-worthy breasts even more irresistible. Pert Heidi shone in a pale yellow chiffon negligee that accentuated her cute ass. Sally, who had changed in the bathroom, shyly emerged wearing one of her sexiest little outfits — a black-lace number I had dubbed her “naughty nightie.” We guys were a little slower to disrobe. I’d only removed my shoes and socks, while Freddy had taken off his pants and Greg had doffed his Oxford button-down shirt, though he retained his undershirt.

Big, beautiful Sheena flopped onto her back on the stripped-down bed and sprawled there, shamelessly opening her legs to give us all a good look at her crotch. Her black panties were trimmed with red lace.

“Come play with me, girls,” she invited.

Heidi leapt on the bed and began nuzzling Sheena’s magnificent breasts.

“C’mon, sweet Sally,” Sheena playfully beckoned. “Join us.”

Sally cautiously proceeded to the bed, where Heidi immediately began kissing her — feeding on her face as if she were a famished woman. Sally had fretted about whether or not Greg fancied her. Certainly, Heidi did! Sheena chuckled as her two galpals lay back and made out. Her hands stroked their booties and boobs. She pulled down Sally’s panties, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.

“Got somethin’ for ya, Heidi,” Sheena said.

“Oh, fuck yes,” our new friend replied.

Heidi’s mouth connected with my wife’s exposed snatch. She began eating her out with athletic fervor. Sally panted and uttered a sort of squealing noise I’d never heard her make in our eight years of marriage. Sheena hadn’t been kidding when she’d claimed Heidi was an oral genius. Of course, she’d said Greg was in the same gifted class. We would soon find out.

We men watched the sapphic festivities of our wives with growing lust. Big Freddy was down to his undershorts and was visibly aroused. His hand was massaging the bulge at his crotch. Greg was removing his khakis. I picked up his cue and proceeded to unbuckle my belt.

Greg was soon fully nude, releasing a long, erect circumcised dick as if it were the mythical Kraken itself. He went over and sat on the foot of the bed where his Heidi was lapping at my Sally’s cunt. He put his hand into Heidi’s panties and began fingering her. Meanwhile, Sheena had positioned herself so she could suck Greg’s dick. He grunted lustily as she went down on him and simultaneously taunted his nuts with her long, painted nails.

Before long, Sheena left her playmates and joined Freddy and me on the other bed. She kissed and sucked my erection, while Freddy performed cunnilingus on her. After a while, he and I shifted places. I always love teasing Sheena’s aroused love button with my tongue, and her gasps and sighs make me think I’m doing a decent job of it!

We three kept an eye on the other bed, where Sally and Heidi French-kissed while Greg’s tongue lavished its attention on my wife’s pussy and bum-hole. She writhed in ecstasy as he demonstrated the keen oral skills Sheena had prepared us for. Soon he put on a condom and thrust his rigid rod into my girl’s wet pussy. He plowed her vigorously in missionary for several minutes before surrendering his load. So much for Sally’s worries that she didn’t turn him on!

I could write an epic novel about what happened the rest of that night. But I’ll close by saying that I can enthusiastically attest to Heidi’s skills as a fellatrix. Who knew such a petite young woman could deep-throat a stiff eight-incher like mine with such ease and finesse?

Our first six-some had proved a resounding success. And Heidi and Greg have recommended yet another couple for our next, post-pandemic rendezvous. Will eight be enough? Time certainly will tell.