How I Became A Swinger, A Love Story

By Matt P McMurphy

Finding himself divorced after years in a sexless marriage, Michael tries to find a friend to help him relieve his frustration, and perhaps fulfill some long held fantasies. The search was fun, but he didn't ever expect to find someone like Stacia. Physically, she was his dream come true, the woman he'd pictured in his mind when people asked him to describe his type. She had the same desire as he did, to explore her own sexuality and fulfill her fantasies. They both knew they'd love the sex, what they didn't expect was that they'd fall deeply in love with each other.

Together they explored their desires and fantasies with each other, with another couple, and with a group of new friends at an orgy. Michael had no idea his life could be this good.

Warning: 18+ ONLY. Contains sexually descriptive language, and vivid depictions of sexual acts, including oral sex, anal sex, group sex, and bisexuality.

Length: 20,721 words, novella

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matt P McMurphy
• Release date: Jan 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465927156

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How I Became A Swinger,

A Love Story

By Matt P McMurphy

© 2012 Irish Lad Productions

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Table of Contents

Taking My First Step

The First Attempt

Stacia

Our First Swinging Experience

The Party

Taking My First Step

Being divorced in my forties was not what I expected. Sure, like most guys I’d wondered what it would be like to be free of the bonds of matrimony. I also wondered what it would be like to have my wife be free of the bonds of her mind’s restrictions about sex.

That’s really what I wanted. I enjoyed having a loving partnership with one woman, but I also thought it might be fun to expand our sex life to include sexual play, and to do it together. I didn’t want to have affairs. Way too complicated! I also didn’t want her engaging in a sex life separate from me.

However, as two healthy, sexual beings, it seemed to me that playing at sexual pleasure was a good idea. We went dancing because it was fun. We went out to dinner because it was fun. We went mountain biking because it was fun. We even occasionally had sex with each other just because it was fun. Unfortunately that did not occur nearly often enough, and with decreasing frequency through the years. To me, the logical conclusion was this: why, if we went dancing with friends, and to dinner with friends, and did outdoor activities with friends and their presence made all of that more fun, why shouldn’t something that is way more pleasurable than those things occasionally include others?

Yeah. I said it. I wanted to be a swinger.

Never did say it to my wife, though. As a marriage is falling apart, and two people are growing distant, it just doesn’t seem like the appropriate thing to say, Hey… I know! Let’s fuck with other people. But as a couple…

Who knows? Maybe it would’ve helped the marriage. The thing was, for as sexy as she was, my wife had a distinct prudish streak that led me to believe that wasn’t the answer for our marriage. She was growing more rigid in her thinking and her activities and becoming less fun in every way, so it just didn’t seem like that was the answer for us.

Anyway, even without broaching that delicate topic, things disintegrated and I found myself divorced in my forties.

I’m not a bad looking guy. I’m just a shade under six feet tall and I still look like an athlete. I have broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a small amount of mid-life fat around my middle, but I don’t think people would call me fat. I don’t take off my shirt and have people exclaim, Wow, look at that six pack. But, I do have a two pack, and in summer when I’m biking a lot it’s a four pack. I still have all of my hair, and most of it is still dark brown, with only a shading of grey at the temples and sprinkled throughout. My eyes are brown and my Irish heritage bequeathed me a face that always has looked younger than I am. It wasn’t a blessing in high school, but it turns out it was kind of nice at a twentieth high school reunion as a lot of people where not aging as well as me.

After a few months of getting used to living alone, I started to get bored. And I was intensely horny. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Thoughts of a drive to Pahrump, Nevada and the legal brothels were on my mind more and more, and my dick was in my hand much more often than I’d have liked. I like it better when my dick is in someone else’s hand. Or a variety of other places someone else can put it.

One day I decided that what I really needed was a fuck buddy. I needed a friend with benefits. The thought of approaching random women with this idea struck me as stupid, if not suicidal. So I decided I’d go online and check the dating sites.

Most of them were tame. I don’t know if the women on them were wild but the site itself was subdued, but it sure seemed they were looking for future husbands and not mutually satisfying encounters. I had just been a husband and wanted to be something else for a while.

Finally, I discovered a site for swingers. This was it! Here I would find my fuck buddy. Hell, I might even find a few of them.

What does a guy say when writing a personal on a swinger site? I didn’t want to come off as a creep, mainly because I didn’t want to attract creepy women. I wanted a fuck buddy, but I knew myself well enough to know that I also needed someone I could talk to and have fun with. I’d done the just sex thing a few times when I was younger and it felt crappy afterward. The sex itself was great, don’t get me wrong. But the orgasm didn’t feel worth it when immediately after my only thought was, Now… how do I get as far away from this idiot as I can, and how fast can I do it? I noticed that masturbation induced orgasms weren’t nearly as powerful, and they certainly didn’t give me the opportunity to enjoy all of the parts of women I so love to touch and taste, but at least I don’t find myself