We said we would never text separately. We said we would never have separate dates. We said we wouldn’t get emotional. All of these were pleasant lies to make ourselves feel better while we were rationalizing why “this” and “that” was okay. We found ourselves crossing all of these lines and more within a few months of our relationship with Brad and Amy.
It started on a Friday.
Brad and I met at the Ritz hotel bar downtown. I had never been, and seeing my reflection in the marble floor as I walked through the luxurious lobby felt like a glamorous fantasy that was far from my every-day life. We shared fancy cocktails at the bar while making small talk with the bartender. Because Brad had gotten there earlier, they talked about Amy and the fact that the bartender and her were both from Greece. When I, a voluptuous fair-skinned blonde came to sit with Brad, the bartender raised an eyebrow in amusement. As he poured my second drink, he asked incredulously, “Your Greek?” I chuckled and explained that I was not his wife. Brad made a joke about how our spouses were out with one another because him and I liked music and they didn’t. I held my breath as the bartender took in the scene. I could tell by the scrutinizing look in his eye that he knew. A blush of self-consciousness swept over my cheeks as I looked away.
When the time came for our concert, we walked across central park. I was hoping that Brad would kiss me with the background of the city behind us, or even take my hand in his, but he did not. At this point we hadn’t even really touched each other in an effort to honor our spouses who were at a comedy show with one another. I understood why of course. He tends to be more inhibited and self-possessed. We made it to the theater and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he had acquired amazing seats on the ground floor. We were seeing a band that both him and I loved very much but our spouses did not. When the band came on, they were fantastic. The music resonated through my bones and even though we had spent the evening not touching, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I put my head against his chest and we gently swayed to the music while embracing each other. When one of their most popular songs came on, we sang together and I could feel his chest rising with every breath in synchrony with mine. It was very moving. I looked up at him over my shoulder and he leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues very slowly and softly touched while the music flowed between our bodies. It was as though we were completing a circuit in that when we joined together, the electricity flowed without resistance and I was powerless to let it wash over me. The music swept through my soul and I felt my body trembling against his. The feelings I felt in that moment (and he later told me he felt this way too) were overwhelming. I had so much affection running through me and so much connectedness that I didn’t even know how to handle it.
The next evening I was nervous while waiting for them to come over. I was literally in a frenzy of adjusting the most minute details of our home. I fluffed the couch pillows multiple times and tweaked the curtains. I rearranged the cheese plate, agonizing over the placement of the red grapes. When they arrived, I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt before opening the door with a smile. We gathered in our kitchen to make drinks and laugh at the amazingness of our situation. We mused at how lucky we all felt to have met people who were like us and how incredible it all was. After awhile, I led Amy upstairs to start off the evening with a sensual massage to music. First, I massaged her back to warm her up. For the second song I massaged her torso, tracing the soft curves of her body with my palms. This song was much slower and allowed me to gently run my hands along the sharp slope of her breasts before running down her sides to her hips. I was sitting on top of her by candlelight. She had her eyes closed with an expression of bliss and pleasure on her face. When the song was over, she leaned up and kissed me, her brown eyes beckoning me. We kissed for a very long time…her hands buried in my blonde hair and mine in her dark hair. Her body was very responsive as it moved with every stroke of my hand against her skin. Because I knew I had her warmed up, I laid her back very slowly on the bed. I kissed my way down to her pussy and was happy to find that she was soaking wet in anticipation. Initially, I kissed around her lips very lightly before slowly moving my tongue around her clit as I passed over it. I did this several times until her hips moved against me. I ran my hands along her breasts, pinching her nipples very slightly while running my tongue in circles around her clit. As she starting moaning and moving more against me, I took more breaks and kissed her thighs before going back to her sweet spot. Finally, she came and I felt her entire body thrash against my mouth. I sat back in satisfaction as she relished in the post-orgasmic bliss.
We went downstairs to find the men. I took Brad to the candlelit guestroom and gave him a massage as well. I was thrilled to see his body rise and fall with each passionate stroke because I gave him my all without holding back. I gave him exactly who I was and he took it in willingly. After I was done, he played a song for me to return the favor. His hands were strong against my feminine softness. When we had sex, I was on top of him, my blonde hair streaming across his face. He looked up at me, pulling my lips towards him as I submitted. When a favorite song came on we sang to each other softly and in that moment we were bare. We continued to have intense sex like that for the next several hours in multiple configurations. I came with him and it was a majestic experience.
Meanwhile, my husband and Amy were in a separate bedroom fully enjoying themselves. At some point, Brad and I fell asleep in the guest room. It was in the wee hours of the morning and we had a bit to drink. Earlier he had been passing the champagne bottle to me and pouring the bubbly liquid on my breasts as he licked it off. By the end of the evening, we were fairly sleepy and warm. When we woke in the morning we cuddled next to each other and he wrapped me up with his body. There were no boundaries between us. In fact, there was nothing present in the room except us and the rays of the sun that streamed through the window pane. I could hear my husband and Amy in the next room having sex and I knew they were having their moment too but in a different way.
It was so hard to pull away from him in the morning but I knew I had to. We got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. It was very easy for us considering it was our first overnight together and I had been so skittish about it beforehand. Prior to them leaving, we all had another round of sex and Brad made my body roll with pleasure as he licked me and continued to lick me. He is very generous with oral. Extremely generous. He did not stop until my body lifted off the bed as though it was possessed by demons. I felt embarrassed that the sheets were drenched under me when my body broke out in a sweat. After they left, I felt this overwhelming sense of fear and vulnerability that I had not felt in years. My husband and I have been married for over a decade, and having these feelings rise inside me caught me off guard. I laid down next to my husband on the couch and wept while he held me. The tears came because I felt uncertain, afraid, and vulnerable. He kissed the back of my head and told me that he loved me and that no matter what, he would be there with me.
My husband was feeling the same way and started shying away from Amy. In that time, I learned a lot about male psychology by seeing what my husband went through. Amy is so intense while they are together and she reflects this emotionality that reflects back to her. But in the daylight, initially he got scared because he didn’t know if he felt that way or what it would mean if he did. He told me how he was nervous because he has to shut me out in the moments with her to experience that level of connectedness. I pleaded with him to remain present with her even when they were apart, but I know he didn’t do a good job of this at first.
My husband and I were spooked. It felt like a tantalizing but dangerous offer that we could not refuse. Seductively, it drew us in and lured us into ignoring the potentially devastating consequences. Falling asleep in Brad’s arms made me feel more connected with him and yet more unsettled because I knew at some point we had crested beyond the realm of “swingers”. Maybe it happened when Brad and I pressed our bodies against each other during our platonic music date. Maybe it was the power of sharing a band we loved and the music rushing through our bodies to highlight the chemistry between us. Or maybe it was when I fell asleep in his arms and willingly closed my eyes to the ignorance of my actions while succumbing to a warm sleepiness.
No matter the cause, I realized that we were trapped on an emotional landscape for which we were completely unprepared for. Turning back was not possible, but moving forward seemed impossible.