It was supposed to be a nice weekend in a fancy hotel, how were we supposed to know there was a swingers convention going on.
Everywhere we looked there they were, couples enjoying the company of people they weren’t married to. People exploring bodies that didn’t belong to their spouse. It was intimidating and engaging and neither of us could deny the truth.
We were curious and used it to fuel our own fantasies, but we couldn’t possibly go all the way.
Except the second night when we came home we forgot to lock the door. And with the dimmed lights and the music it was easy to mistake him for me. It was easy for my wife to fall into bed with him and let him have her body.
The muscular stranger we didn’t know, who was the one between her legs while I watched.
I couldn’t look away.
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I stepped around the corner and saw my wife on the bed. There was another man there, lying on the bed while she kneeled over him with his cock in her mouth. She had never looked more beautiful than she did in that moment with her lips wrapped around the cock of another man.
She saw my movement out of the corner of her eye and I saw her start and freeze. She caught my eye and realization slowly dawned over her face as I registered the truth. This wasn’t a play or a ploy by her. She had been mistaken.
Our door had been left open, and with our place on the floor being what it was someone had wandered in and found a hot and horny woman ready to get fucked. He couldn’t be blamed, it was our fault for leaving the door unlocked in these circumstances. And my wife couldn’t be blamed either, the man was roughly my size and build and with a bit of alcohol in her and the lights dimmed it would only make sense that she could be mistaken.
She moved to get off of him and I held up a hand, stopping her. He noticed to, and something in me triggered something in him and he sat up immediately.
“I thought you were someone else,” he said quickly, excusing himself and I found myself speaking without thinking.
“Please don’t go.”