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As we didn’t know any couples with similar tastes in our area and I was shy about sharing too much information online, we’d decided a club was the best option.

Lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, I barely noticed his hands trailing down my body, until I felt my dress being pulled up my thigh. ” “Very smart.” Greg’s fingers trailed over the thin fabric of my knickers, pressing delicately in to trace the shape of my pussy lips, then slid underneath to stroke along the folds.

I straightened up, tugging down my skirt, and smiled at my husband. He took my hand as we walked towards the swingers club. ” “Right.” I squeezed his hand, grateful for his support as I was still wobbling a little on the tarmac in my heels. Greg and I had been married for six years, and our daughter had been born four years ago.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he reminded me. “And the same goes for you.” “I mean it,” Greg insisted. With all the experiences and responsibilities that came with being parents, our sex life had taken a back seat, and it wasn’t until about a year ago that we started looking for ways to make things more lively.

“If you get cold feet -” “I’m more worried about getting crippled feet, in these shoes! I knew that Greg had been in open relationships and experimented a lot sexually in the past, and one night I had asked him to tell me more about it.

He was hesitant at first, not wanting to make me insecure or feel inadequate, but slowly he opened up and told me some stories from his life back in Sydney before he moved to Brisbane.

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