Swinging Saved Our Marriage (8 page)

"Ethan, Ethan, oh God Ethan!” Kyra cried.

"Oh jeez, honey!  Oh God!"

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!” she shouted.
Maybe she likes the dirty talk
, he thought.

Their coupling ended as suddenly as it began. Kyra clenched up again and moaned through her second orgasm in minutes and just seconds later Ethan froze with his cock deep in her pussy. She was grasping him inside her as he shot his load. They were both panting when they peeled apart and lay beside each other, holding hands. Only a few minutes passed before Ethan felt compelled to ask about what all that had just happened meant.

"Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?” Ethan asked after several minutes of silence.

"Sure. What do you think?"

"I think it was hot as hell, but I wonder why it happened. You have to admit, this was a little out of character for you."

"Maybe, or maybe I just finally let the real me come out to play. I think I spend too much of my life worried about being judged and living up to some kind of standard that my parents set. I don't always think of myself and what I want first," Kyra answered.

"I guess I can see that, but what brought it out tonight? Don't get the wrong idea, I loved it, I am just curious."

It was hard for Kyra to share some of her most private thoughts and desires, but she felt like they had turned a corner. For the first time she did not feel like she was going to be judged if she wasn't what everyone expected. It also did not hurt that she was still pretty drunk. She looked up at her husband's face and saw nothing but love there.

"I sat down this morning to look something up on the computer and I accidentally came across the stories you've been reading."

"I, uhm—"

"You don't have to explain anything, not yet. It's just that I read some of those stories and I realized there are things inside you, maybe some things you want—that you aren't sharing—just like me. And then I thought about how silly it is that we're holding these things inside because we're afraid. I mean, we've been married all these years and we're not comfortable enough to let our freak flags fly? It's crazy!  You're
the one
person I should be able to tell anything."

"You
can
tell me anything, Kyra."

"Maybe I'm just beginning to realize that now,” she said. “And you can tell me anything too. I know we're open about everything else, and I think we've got a great marriage, but we’ve never really been open with each other about sex. We talked about it, but then we didn't follow through."

"Okay, so now we're ushering in a new, open period in our marriage. I'm on board, especially if it brings more nights like tonight!"

"Pervert!” Kyra teased. She kissed him.

"How do you feel reading those stories?"

"They were pretty exciting, I'll admit. I have fantasies about being watched, so that part of the stories was a turn-on, and it was exciting to think about acting like the women in the stories. Why did you keep going to those kinds of stories?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Really, they bring up a whole lot of feelings when I think about putting us in the stories. It's exciting to think about stepping over a line and going into dangerous territory, but it's scary too. It's exciting to think about opening things up like that."

"Would you want to try doing those things? Do you want to watch me with someone else?” Kyra's voice was soft when she asked. She wasn't sure which answer she wanted to hear.

"I don't know,” Ethan said. “It's sexy to imagine. I have to admit that I like the idea of some guy drooling all over you, wanting you, because I know that I'm the guy who gets to take you home. I know you're not just my possession to give away, though. I also think it could be destructive to our marriage. Is it something you want to do?"

"I
want
to do it, in my head,” Kyra answered. "I know it would be so hot to just go and flirt with someone, maybe dance with them while you were watching me being bad, but I think you're right, it could ruin everything. I don't think you would look at me the same way after that."

"I would never blame you for something I participated in like that, but I think you're right. The risk isn't worth it.” Ethan was surprised to find he was disappointed. It was like they were closing the door on ever acting out the fantasy.

"If we were going to try anything, and I mean
if
, I think the swapping thing, with another couple, would be a better idea. We would both be participating, so neither of us could blame the other. We would be equals in it."

"Is that something you would try?” He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kyra really was letting all her demons come out to play.

"I think it could be exciting if we found the right couple. And if we were completely clear with each other on expectations before we did anything."

"Could you handle seeing me with someone else? Wouldn't you be jealous?"

"Of course I would be jealous, but I think it would be hot to see you performing, from the outside, I mean. And if I knew it was just about the sex I could handle it. I trust you completely, sweetheart. But that sort of brings something else up," Kyra said.

"What?"

"I did this all tonight because I've really been thinking a lot about you at that massage parlor. But don't worry, not in a bad way. It turns me on to pretend I'm there sitting and watching. I think it's safe because she's a professional, you know? There's no real threat there."

Kyra was just full of surprises tonight. Ethan felt like he was meeting his wife for the first time. Even though he had cum twice that night already, he could feel his prick returning to life. He realized that maybe he had been seeing Kyra too much as the mother of their children, and not as a woman. He was not making that mistake tonight.

"What about me?” She asked. "Could you handle me being with someone else?"

"I think so, unless he made you scream his name at the top of your lungs," he chuckled, but wasn't entirely kidding. Just like any other man, he had his pride, but he was sure she felt the same way.

"No one could ever replace you in my heart or my bed. At least not permanently," she giggled. She was enjoying this new openness. They really weren't speaking in hypotheticals anymore. She knew they were discussing the possibility of really taking a step and trying something. "I have an idea. If you really are interested I have an idea where we could start," she ventured.

"Really?” Obviously she had given this some real thought. It dawned on Ethan that they were past the point of talking about fantasy. He was not positive he was really ready for this, but he asked what her idea was.

"I want you to take me to the massage parlor."

"What?” He couldn't be hearing her correctly.

"I'm sure they get couples sometimes. They must. I want to go with you and see what goes on."

"I don't know, Kyra. Are you ready for that step? I don't want you getting pissed off at me because I go in there and enjoy myself. Talking about it, fantasizing about it is one thing. Doing it would be totally different."

"I know I could handle it. I want to go. You have to trust me, Ethan," she said earnestly.

"I do trust you. I totally trust you."

"Then trust me when I tell you I want to do this. I want
us
to do this. I know it will be so exciting.” He reached down and stroked his cock, which betrayed how he really felt about the idea.

Of course Ethan was turned on by the thought of it. If for no other reason than because of what it might lead to, but he was wary. He didn't want Kyra to go out on a limb only to see it snap off from under her. But she did sound sure, and the way she was stroking his cock, she was making it hard to think clearly. Was there any reason, besides fear, why they shouldn't explore their fantasies? They were two consenting adults. He groaned and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"If you're sure this is something you want, we'll do it."

"Great!  I'm so excited!"

Kyra pulled him against her, determined to show him just how excited she was. As they began to make love again, Ethan couldn't help but wonder where this new road would lead.

“So you really want to do this?” Ethan asked. He took Kyra’s hand and squeezed it.

“Yes, of course. Just give me a second to prepare myself.”

Kyra wasn’t quite sure how to prepare herself for going into a massage parlor with her husband. The wine she’d been sipping on the drive over certainly helped. Sitting in a car, drinking cheap wine from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag made her feel like a college freshman all over again. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d gone back and forth a million times about following through on her massage parlor idea. Just because she’d mentioned it in a moment of drunken passion did not mean she didn’t really want to do it. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her stomach was full of butterflies. The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating. She was glad she hadn’t given into her doubts and called off this field trip.

They were sitting in the parking lot of a small building off the side of a highway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There was one door at the corner of the building with a dim bulb above it. The only thing indicating what might go on there was the sign by the side of the road, marked with a big smiley face and the word “Spa.” There were two other cars in the lot, and Kyra hoped they did not see anyone before they went inside.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said. When she got out of the car, she smoothed her skirt and was conscious of her heels clicking on the asphalt in the quiet parking lot. She’d put a lot of thought into what she was going to wear for the evening.
What does one wear to a massage parlor?
she’d wondered. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was there for anything more than watching. She wanted Ethan to look at her and think about making love to her while he was getting taken care of by the girl. She’d decided on a white, short-sleeved mock turtleneck that molded to her curves and a short, black skirt with stockings and three inch pumps. It was the first time she’d worn stockings instead of pantyhose in years. She was pleased that Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs in the car when she let the skirt ride up enough for him to see her garter straps.

It wasn’t just her outfit that was meticulously planned for tonight. She also made sure they had a foolproof babysitter. She called Melanie instead of relying on a teenager who might flake on them at the last minute. Melanie was full of questions since Kyra rarely called on her to babysit. Kyra said she was planning a special evening with Ethan, but wouldn’t tell her friend anything more. Somehow, she didn’t think her oldest friend would understand her going to a massage parlor. Maybe she would tell Melanie someday, when enough time had passed that it would just be another crazy story.

Ethan held open the front door and they both stepped into a small vestibule. The inner door had a small window with one-way glass in it. He rang a doorbell and she shifted nervously from foot to foot while clutching his hand in a death grip. After a few moments that stretched into an eternity, an older, plump Asian woman answered the door with a wide smile and ushered them into a small waiting area where worn brown couches lined the walls. Kyra could not imagine sitting there with other people, waiting for their turn to be taken care of in the back.

“Hello, you like couple’s massage,” the woman said through a heavy accent.

“No, uh, just me. She’s just here to, uhm, watch,” Ethan said.

“You sure, sweetie?” she asked Kyra. “Make you feel real good.”

“No. No, thank you,” Kyra replied, her porcelain skin going bright red.

“Okay, sweetie. You let me know. You two come with me.”

The Asian woman took Kyra’s hand and led her through a heavy curtain that led into the back. Kyra’s grip on Ethan’s hand tightened. They turned the corner in a dimly-lit, long, narrow L-shaped hallway with half a dozen doors off to the right and the left. Sounds came from behind some of the doors, but it was too muffled to make out details. One door, right on the turn in the hallway, had a heavy shower curtain hanging across it and the sounds of splashing water came from within. The heavy, cloyingly sweet smell of disinfectant hung in the air. If she weren’t being pulled forward by the hostess, Kyra might have run out of there. There was just a seedy atmosphere to the place that did not quite jibe with her romanticized fantasy. The hostess opened a door on the left and showed them into a small room. “Someone be right with you,” the woman said.