The Husband Exchange Club

The Husband Exchange Club Chapter 01

"Honey, we need to talk."

I looked at my wife sitting in her recliner. Damn, I thought. Now what have I done?

I sat down on one of the barstools and gave her my full attention. We have one of those floor plans with a bar that divides the kitchen area from the living room. As I waited for her to begin, I noticed she looked a little nervous.

"Honey, she began. I have some news that's exciting for both of us."

So, I'm thinking she got a promotion with a nice raise, that kind of news.

She continued, "as you may know we have an all women accounting department and 8 of us girls, they were always just girls, have formed a club. A very exclusive club for ourselves and our husbands and we're extending an invitation to you to become a member."

Ok, I thought, I'll play along. If I act excited, then maybe I'll get a blowjob tonight. Jessica gives a first-class blowjob.

Mustering all the excitement I could, I asked a bit sarcastically, what kind of club?

"Well, she said looking down at the floor reviewing her script in her head. It's a kind of social club."

I thought this club was suspect when she didn't look me in the eyes, but I asked for details.

Before she continued, she asked me to hold any comments, questions or objections until she had finished speaking. I nodded my head. She was cute making her little presentation.

"David, the girls and I have started a club just among ourselves to include our husbands too. OK, that sounds nice I thought but why would that be exciting for me but no questions until she was through. We girls have decided to date other men, but the other man must be a husband of one of the members. If the husband doesn't want to join, then the wife can ask an outsider to join. You know, just dinner and dancing and such."

And there it was; a four-letter word, such. Now you better believe I was 100% tuned in to what came next.

"You know how much I love you honey so don't get all worried about me leaving you or something else bad. There will be sex, sweetheart, and I'll be away from you 1 night most weeks but here's the exciting part for you". I can't wait, I thought. She continued, "The wife of the man I'm on a date with will be yours for the night." Then she stopped and looked at me to gauge my reaction. My heart was in my throat, and I felt like my chest would explode. Something had sucked all the air out of the room and I felt lightheaded.

When the silence became uncomfortable, I stood up with the help of the countertop and walked to my office and locked the door. I sat down on the sofa we had bought to make my office a little more comfortable for reading. If I hadn't sat down, I would have fallen. My legs felt like jelly. Is the word flabbergasted still in the dictionary I wondered?

I didn't want to see her, hear her or look at her. What the fuck! They want to screw other men and involve their husbands to get them on board.

Jessica is a gorgeous woman. I know this to be true because I have the discomfort of knowing other men, including my friends, try to undress her with their eyes and she loves it.

She stands 5'7" tall and is built as they say like the proverbial brick shithouse. I don't know her bra size, couldn't care less, but her breasts are fabulous. Brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes are the icing on the cake. And an ass to die for. At 37 she is at her peak, and we both know it.

After calming myself down I went to my bar and poured a shot of VO over some ice. It burned all the way down, but I needed a stiff one. Then I poured another with a little ice and water. This one went down smoothly. Then I poured a third and carried it to the sofa.

A few minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door.

Before going further my name is David Roberts. I'm a manufacturers rep for a kitchen range hood company. We make kitchen hoods that sell cheaply up to hoods that sell in the thousands. I have a nice home office where I work calling on appliance stores and home builders in my sales area. I do call on my better customers in person if there's a problem.

I'm in good shape for my age. I run every morning and I work out at the health club on Wednesday evening and Saturday morning. I had been married and divorced when I met Jess. There was quite an age difference between her and I, some 14 years, but the fact that she was younger certainly didn't bother me. She was single and working on her accounting degree. She was already employed and going to university at night.

We met one morning while we were both sitting at the bar in a crowded Waffle House. We were both eating breakfast and both running late. We said hi as we slurped down the last of our coffee and I followed her to the cash register. She was fishing through her purse for a credit card when one of her business cards fell to the floor. I reached down and picked it up to hand it back to her when she said

"keep it. Call me sometime."

She swore to this day she didn't drop the card on purpose. Anyway, I did call her, we dated 6 months and she said yes much to the chagrin of her parents with the age difference and my being divorced.

Our lives have been crazy good for 10 years and that's what makes this club thing so upsetting. Our sex life is good as we both like to experiment but her wanting to fuck other men is a bridge too far if you know what I mean.

She knocked again and tried talking to me through the door.

"David, I know you weren't expecting this but please, don't just say no without giving it some thought. You've asked me before if I 'd thought of having other men, so I know you've thought about it. The truth is I have thought about it, but I didn't know how to bring it up. I was afraid you would react like right now. It's not worth causing a problem in our marriage. I love you David and I'd rather do this with your permission than without."

So, she doesn't want to cause a problem with our marriage but she's letting me know either way she's going to do it. Well Fuck that!

I heard her walking away from the door and figured she was going to bed. She damn sure wouldn't be sleeping with me tonight. I spread a throw over myself and slept on my couch.

Let's see what tomorrow brings.

Chapter 02

I heard her in the kitchen as morning light filtered through my blinds. I knew if I went out there it might be tense, but I needed a cup of coffee. She was hand washing the crock pot, she always does that before placing ingredients inside it. It looked like she was going to do some kind of ribs. I stood next to her filling my cup when she spoke to me.

"Honey, you didn't need to sleep on the couch all night. I was worried you were angry with me. Look, the girls and I are just at the beginning stage of this thing, and you aren't the only husband that hasn't committed. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and let me know just as soon as you decide one way or the other."

"Yeah, Jess but last night you gave me the impression that it was a done deal as far as your concerned. Did I get that right?"

"No, sweetheart, you didn't get that wrong. I will be having sex with the other husbands. I don't need to remind you it's my body to do with what I want. But that doesn't go for you. If I ever catch you screwing another woman, I'll divorce you and take everything. If you want to do that then join our club. It's that easy. I'm giving you a pass. I suggest you take it or you're going to miss out, and you'll regret it. And you'll probably resent me, and that won't be good for our marriage. Think about it."

I got my coffee and went back to the office. I was angry. She was trying to force me to play.

This was like her giving me ultimatums. I didn't like it.

A week later we were having a night out having supper in our favorite restaurant when she brough it up again.

"David, have you decided about the exchange club yet? The first date night is coming up quickly and I need to know something."

"What if I haven't, I asked? Am I the only husband that hasn't signed up?"

"No David, you're not. There is one other husband, and he is out of the country and expected back Thursday. Margaret wanted to wait until he came back to ask him face to face. She's almost certain she'll be able to persuade him."

"While we're talking about this, I'm going to do some shopping for some new clothes including underthings. It's going to be a lot of fun. Do you want to go with me? It might excite you about joining our club... I'd love to try things on for you, get your input,"

"Are you buying these things for me or for someone else's husband? I don't understand."

"Both David. If you go with me, you'll be the first to see them on me. I'll give you a fashion show when we get home. Maybe you'll get lucky."

David decided to go with her even though he hadn't decided yet. That night Jess made good on her promise of a fashion show. She was excited to show off her new wardrobe, particularly her new lingerie. She had a beautiful body, no doubt about it. One he didn't want to share. He'd made his decision, but could he change her mind?

I decided to make love to her like I hadn't in a long time. I'd show her she didn't need her girlfriend's husband. She had me.

I started with her nipples. Her nipples were bright pink and puffy. I licked and kissed them until they were hard as bullets. Then I kissed all over the rest of her breasts. I could tell she was enjoying my attention as she was breathing hard and her face was almost the color of her nipples. I kissed down her side and stopped at her mons. I knew she was wet. I could see it. She was open and her clit was hard. I licked her mons and sucked her clit until she began to moan. I continued down the inside of her thigh and up the other. Her legs were spread so I positioned my cock at the entrance and with one thrust I was enveloped by her tight pussy. Later she rode me cowgirl until she climaxed. I did my very best to convince her that I was enough. We were enough.

The next morning as they were sitting in their garden David brought up his first objection. He was going to remind her of their wedding vows hoping he could guilt her into rethinking things.

"Jess, that was nice last night. It seems like it had been a while. How long had it been?

"Oh, I don't know. I honestly don't keep up with things like that though I know you men do.

"Afterwards I was thinking back to when we started dating, that and our wedding. I caught myself thinking about the vows you wanted us to write for each other. Do you remember yours?"

"I know where this is going, David. Don't be so old-fashioned. Your age is showing. People have been making vows forever. We live in different times. My vow to love you will never be broken. I'll always love you just as you'll always love me. It's only sex, David. Remember that when I'm with someone else. I'll learn new things, new techniques that'll enhance our love making. It'll be a good thing. We'll enjoy each other more. You'll see."

Well, that was a non-starter David thought as he got ready to cut the grass. He'd have to come up with something better. He could threaten her with divorce. Or tell her he wanted to open their marriage so that he could date other women but what if she said ok. Then what? He didn't want to divorce her or date other women. He loved her for heaven's sake. He'd have to give things more thought.

The next time she brought it up David was ready. He was nervous. He didn't know how she would take it. Would she just say ok or would she dig her heels in and get angry. It had gone on long enough and he wanted; no, he needed to put his cards on the table.

"Look Jess. I love you and I do want you to honor your vows, old-fashioned or not. I'm not going to join your club, and I won't accept your fucking other men. I'm not sure what I'll do yet if you insist on it but you won't like the consequences. I'm not that kind of man and you should know that by now. I'm not sharing you and that's that."

Jess avoided looking at him, simply said ok and went to their room. Later she picked up her keys, and he heard her car start. She left without telling him goodbye.

Chapter 03

It was a Wednesday evening when David came home from an unusually busy day. He had driven in heavy traffic most of the day to call on several of his customers. His sales were down and he was trying to determine if it was the slowing economy or if his competition was doing something different, something he wasn't aware of.

As he entered the house he immediately went to his office to put his briefcase down and remove his coat and tie. As he exited his office he heard Jess's blow dryer in their master. As he entered, he caught a glimpse of her through the open door. She was naked except for a bright red shelf bra that held her breasts full and high and a matching red thong. Wow, he thought. I could eat her up.

He stood in the doorway and whistled.

"Are we going out tonight?"

"No David, we're not going out, I am. Tonight's my first date. Do you think he'll like what I'm wearing? You helped me pick it out, remember?"

I wanted to puke. I turned and went to my office, locking the door behind me. Fuck you, Jess! I hate what you're doing! I'm done!

As she left half an hour later, she told me through the door she loved me and she would see me in the morning. I ignored her.

It was the longest, worse night of my life. I imagined every terrible thing possible. Things like her stripping for him, spreading her legs, sucking his dick and swallowing his cum. Letting him have her ass, something she'd never let me do. I thought of her sleeping quietly in his arms. Waking with a kiss and having breakfast together. I drank a half of a bottle of VO. Straight up!

I was so fucking done. She was history. Hasta la Vista baby! Goodbye and good riddance.

I had to make a plan. That much I knew. I wouldn't run away or destroy her stuff like I'd read guys do on Literotica. I wouldn't move money or cancel credit cards or resign my job. I would stay in the home I worked hard for.

From now on she would be Persona Non Grata. A stranger. Someone to be ignored. No talking, no sleeping together, no sex. No eating or cooking together. No watching tv or going out to eat. From now on she would be nothing to me. The ball would be in her court. It wouldn't be easy, but I could do it. I would take no prisoners.

Thursday morning arrived. I hadn't slept all night and I was exhausted. I heard the garage door open and her car drove in. Today would be the first day of David and Jess, strangers living together if you wanted to call my plan living. I heard her walk through the house. She paused at my door. "David," she called. I ignored her.

"I'm home. You can reclaim me. I'll be all yours for the next week. I'm sure you're angry. Do you want to talk?"

I ignored her.

I opened the door and walked by her without looking at her. I went to the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee. When it was done, I poured a cup and went back to my office and locked the door. I left my office only to use the bathroom and fix myself some lunch. I worked and watched some tv. Later she knocked to see if I wanted supper. I ignored her. Later that night I showered, got ready for bed and went back to my office. I slept on the couch. The end of day 1. I slept better than the previous night. No goodnight. No, I love you. Nothing.

I was good with that.

The next morning more of the same. She tried to engage me with questions about mundane things. I ignored her. This went on until the next Wednesday when I heard her shower and later leave. The worst was over and I survived. Barely. Tonight I watched the big tv, read for a while and fixed myself a nightcap. I never even heard her the next morning.

Thursday morning week 2. Here we go I thought.

My silence was beginning to take its toll on her. Good! She told me I was a baby. She told me I was stubborn. She told me I was a child. That I wouldn't dissuade her. That we couldn't go on like this. That I needed to live somewhere else. I ignored her.

March went by. April started. It had been 5 weeks. She had fucked 5 guys. I made an adjustment to my plan. I decided to go out. She watched me dress to the 9's and pick up my keys. She warned me about seeking out another woman. I ignored her.

The next morning, I decided to throw her a curve. I decided to talk to her if it was meaningless banter. Anything to do with her feelings, I ignored her. Anything that had to do with her job or her life, I ignored her. I worked, slept, did my usual chores and went out at night. Other than that, you guessed it.

April went by and May blossomed. I worked in the garden, planted vegetables, something we had always done together, but not this year.

She continued to see other men and by this time I couldn't care less.

Finally, one evening she came to me. It had almost been 3 months. She cried and told me she was finished with it. There would be no more men. It wasn't as fulfilling as she had imagined. She confided she had gotten an STD and had to go to her doctor and how embarrassing it had been. She told me how much she missed me and how much she missed making love. She told me she loved me. She said everything, but what I needed to hear. She didn't tell me she had been wrong and that she was sorry she hurt me.

I ignored her.

The next day I packed my things and left. We were divorced 6 months later. I never spoke to her again.