When my husband and I first agreed to be swingers I didn't expect to crave our neighbors. Here i am almost three months later . Three months ago I was never interested in being a swinger I just wanted to spice up our marriage. Truth is our marriage was dying we didn't have kids and got married straight out of high school. We chose our career over the usual family life we agreed it would be the right choice or so we thought.
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Our sex life was bad we lacked that connection the only time we felt connected was if we were drunk or high, he liked me to dominate him in the bedroom where I preferred to be submissive most of the time. We butt heads, he wanted me to do things I thought were unusual for the typical straight male, he wanted me to spank him, put nipple clamps on him, and even wanted me to put my finger up his ass, and eat it.
All of those requests seemed suspect to me. But I figured in a marriage you will try new things so we tried new things I felt out of place doing them. Part of me wondered how he knew he would like the feeling if he had never done it before. He just wanted to try things he always says, our sex life is average we were missing something.
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"Just stop your not doing something right " I moaned out of frustration. He could not give me the head I desired, it kills the mood every time why is it he can't do it right I bet our fine-ass neighbor could do it right. I began to fantasize about our neighbor He and his wife have sex every night and it always looks so fulfilling I only know because they leave the curtains open as if they like having an audience.
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