Swapping

My husband and I have a decent sex life. He doesn’t cheat on me – that I know of – and I don’t cheat on him. Well, if you don’t count a couple of drunken gropings at Christmas parties. Which I don’t. We spice things up every now and then with little games where one of us knows what’s going to happen. And one doesn’t.

Like this one time we were sitting with some friends in a restaurant. I let my leg rub up against Curt’s for a while, then took his hand under the table and put it on my thigh. We were talking about some sport, baseball I think, as his hand kneaded my flesh. Moving higher. I settled down a little, so his fingers slid into my crotch - and discovered that I had no panties on. And things got out of control pretty quickly.

But then there was the night we decided to swap partners with another couple. I was pretty much OK with it, but when Curt said the other couple wanted me tied up – and he began to do it – I got really nervous. I mean, we’ve watched some porn where people got tied up, but never in real life! And here he is, lashing me up with rope, tying my arms behind me!

I know what swapping is, but I had supposed that we would have some chitchat, enjoy some wine, perhaps, listen to music and have some laughs. Get to know each other for a few hours. Only later go off into separate rooms. Privately.

But here I am sitting flushed and helpless as my husband gives this red-head the most full-body kiss I’ve ever seen. And I really don’t know what’s going to happen.

Or what I want.