Tristen's Sexual Journey Pt. 02

********* The "What do I do now" moment *********

I drove from the couple's house and parked a couple of blocks away. I thought, That was the best sex ever, with another guy's wife. And they both said I'm welcome back anytime. The couple has other men who play with the wife, but now I'm one. They both liked what I did to and with the wife, and I know I liked what she did to and for me.

I feared the husband would want to be more involved, but everything worked out. What do I tell Jasmine, or do I tell her anything? I'd been at the couple's house for hours, and I had to figure out what to tell Jasmine when I got home. And like a guy, I thought of something.

I opened my trunk and looked at the spare tire. Why I did what I did, I can't say, other than I didn't know what else to do. I grabbed my hunting knife and stabbed my spare tire. As I heard the air hissing out, I thought, That wasn't the best idea, I'm sure, but it was too late.

When I got home, Jasmine asked me where I'd been. I told her I'd gotten a flat and had trouble finding all the parts to the jack. Jasmine told me that I had her worried.

"Nothing bad happened, and I'm home now."

Jasmine kissed me and told me she loved me.

I told her I loved her, too. That's when the guilt began. I had just fucked another guy's wife, ruined my spare tire, lied to my wife, and was now trying to cover up what I did. I told Jasmine I loved her. And I did love her. Oddly, I wanted to make love to her, too, and luckily she was in the mood.

We went to the bedroom and made out like rabbits. I wanted Jasmine so badly. And she wanted me just as badly. It was some of the best sex we'd had together. As we fucked, I wondered how Jasmine would feel after another man fucked her.

After I got off, I asked Jasmine if she'd talked to Lara again. Jasmine smiled and asked, "That got you interested, didn't it?"

I said, "Just asking."

Jasmine turned to her side and said, "I hear you, and Justin talked today."

I nodded. "Yeah. It got a bit intense."

"You guys have been friends for years."

"Yeah. I know," I said. "We were drinking."

Jasmine smiled. "I hear you want to get with Lara if she sleeps around."

I shook my head. "I don't know where you got that from."

"That's what Justin says, and he says you asked him to ask Lara if she would hook up with you."

I told Jasmine that Justin was drunk and didn't know what he was saying.

Jasmine asked, "Would you want to?"

"Want to do what?"

"Fuck Lara."

I smirked. "I have you, and I don't need another guy's wife to get sex."

Jasmine replied, "You're not going to answer me, are you?"

I sighed. "You know, we don't have to talk about Lara."

"But you want to, don't you?"

I shook my head. "What I want is for my wife to kiss me."

Jasmine kissed me, then asked, "Do you think about her when you make love to me?"

"Think about who?"

Jasmine laughed. "Why are you being so shy?"

"I'm not. I just think maybe I shouldn't have asked if you'd talked to Lara today or not."

"I did," Jasmine said. "And it kind of turned me on talking with her about it."

I asked Jasmine what exactly turned her on, and she said, "Just stepping out of our comfort zones and becoming those people."

"Those people?"

"Yeah," she said, "Swingers, the cool people."

I asked, "You think swingers are cool?"

"You don't?"

I told Jasmine I'd be cool with us swinging, but not so much on her just going out and sleeping around.

Jasmine asked me if I was serious, and I said yes.

Jasmine said, "I could do that. I think we're those cool people, or we could be."

I smiled. "Maybe we should try it sometime."

"Are you serious?"

"Let's give it a try."

Jasmine and I looked at swinger sites and read stories and codes of conduct for different clubs. Then we looked up swing clubs in our area and found one, The Rabbit Hole.

We looked at the pictures on the website, and they looked upscale. The venue was classy, and the people in the photos looked classy, too. We decided to go the following night, Friday night. We set ground rules, and that was tough. We both wanted to be open to whatever happened. The only rule was that play had to occur in the same room where we watched each other.

I couldn't believe that Jasmine was okay with me sleeping with someone else, and I was still unsure how I felt about anyone else doing her, but I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

Jasmine and I ended up having sex two more times. We were both excited. Jasmine told me about some of her fantasies, and I told her one of mine. I told her I thought it would be cool to get a blow job in a park by a stranger.

I explained what happened at the park and what happened with me and the couple as a fantasy I had. Jasmine told me I was kinky, and she thought that was cool. I told Jasmine that we could have a lot of fun at the club if we just let things happen. She asked, "What if I get laid, and you don't?"

I smiled. "We'll see."

All day at work, I wondered if any of the women I worked with were swingers. There are several I wouldn't mind hooking up with. Jasmine texted me a few times, telling me how excited she was, and I had to admit I was, too.

There's a difference between being a swinger and a guy who lets his wife sleep around while he watches. I figured I might get to see Jasmine with another guy, but she'd see me with another woman. It just seemed like a better choice to me.

Jasmine kept sending me pictures of her dressed in this and that outfit, all sexy, and asked which I liked best. I told her I liked them all, which wasn't what she wanted to hear. I told her I liked the second picture in the black dress. She sent me a smile emoji.

When I got home, I found out the black dress I liked was a sheer slip. It wasn't even a dress. I told her to wear it anyway, and she did, with black patent leather high heels. Jasmine had me wear one of my nicest black suits. I had to admit we looked good.

We'd never been to a swinger's club. We'd seen pictures online, but we had no idea what to expect. On the way to the swinger's club, I asked Jasmine if she was nervous, and she said she was and asked if I was. I told her to relax and have fun.

Jasmine said, "Lara and Justin have been talking about this kind of stuff for three years, and we're just doing it on a whim."

"They say spontaneity is the spice of life."

Jasmine kept saying, "This is so exciting." I had to admit that I agreed.

The Rabbit Hole website said BYOB. So, Jasmine brought her schnapps, and I brought a bottle of Southern Comfort. When we walked into The Rabbit Hole, it was well lit, and only a few other people were there. We'd gotten there shortly after the club opened.

A sexy woman with long brown hair greeted us. She helped us with the membership paperwork and then offered to give us a club tour. As we began the tour, the hostess said her name was Candice and reiterated that no meant no and neither of us had to do anything we didn't want to.

Candice showed us the restaurant first, saying they served the best steak and lobster in town. Then she led us downstairs to the playrooms, bathrooms, and showers. Everything was in the open. If you were looking for privacy, you wouldn't find it at The Rabbit Hole.

Candice said, "Most of our members like that they can watch and be watched by everyone."

Jasmine said, "That's a little intimidating."

Candice retorted, "I think you'll like it."

Jasmine then asked what the average age of the members was.

"Eighteen to eighty."

Jasmine said, "I'm not sure I want to hook up with someone my father's age."

Candice said, "You never know."

I looked at Jasmine and said, "Guys like older women, and I think some women like older men."

Candice looked back and said she did.

We rounded a corner and saw a man and a woman on a bed, and the woman was sucking the man.

Jasmine asked Candice, "They don't care if anyone sees or watches them?"

"I told you."

We stood and watched this couple for a few minutes, then continued our tour. Jasmine whispered, "Did you see how big he was?" I nodded.

I had to admit the guy was hung like a damn horse, and the woman he was with had lust in her eyes. As we walked away, Jasmine looked back a few times.

Candice said, "That's the owner, Ted."

I asked who the woman was.

"Never seen her before tonight."

Jasmine said, "Maybe we ought to try to get in good with Ted."

Candice smiled. "He doesn't often play here at the club, and he's very picky when he does."

I thought, with a dick like that, he can be picky.

When we got upstairs, Candice showed us around the pool and hot tub area.

After giving us the tour, Candice said she had to return to the desk and wished us a good time. We went to the bar and drank, waiting for others to arrive. An older man in his fifties started talking to Jasmine as we sat at the bar. He introduced himself as Jeff and asked if it was our first time at The Rabbit Hole. We said yes. He asked if we were married, and we said yes.

We found out that Jeff was divorced and had been in the lifestyle for over thirty years. He commented on Jasmine's beauty and how good she looked in her outfit. Then I saw him put his hand on Jasmine's thigh. And she didn't seem to mind. She parted her legs for him.

I started looking around for other women or couples. Jeff said, "Give it another hour, and this place will be packed."

Jasmine asked coyly, "What are we supposed to do until then?"

Jeff smiled, looked at me, then said to Jasmine, "Whatever you'd like to do."

It doesn't take much to get Jasmine drunk. She's a lightweight. She looked at me and asked, "What do you want to do?" I shrugged and said, "Right now, that's a decision you have to make."

There weren't many other people in the club yet, and I figured if Jasmine hooked up early, I could possibly find someone, too. Jasmine turned to Jeff and asked, "What do you think is best for a first-timer?"

Jeff smiled again and said, "Just go for it. Do everything."

Jasmine jokingly asked Jeff, "Who do you think I should do first?"

Jeff looked around. "I guess you could start with me."

Jasmine smiled and turned to me. "Can you get me another drink?"

I got Jasmine a shot of her schnapps. She downed it and said to Jeff, "We better start starting then."

Jeff looked at me and asked, "She okay?"

I nodded. "If you're wondering if that was a resounding yes, you have both our consents."

Jeff stood up and helped Jasmine off of her stool. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm a little buzzed, but I'm good. You'll find out."

I followed Jeff and Jasmine toward the stairs. As we approached the stairs, the woman Ted was with earlier was walking up the stairs. As we passed her, I gently grabbed her arm and said, "We need a fourth." She smiled and said, "Okay."

When we got downstairs, Jeff walked Jasmine over to a huge bed, had her lie down, and he got between her legs and started eating her out. The other woman looked at me, and I said, "I like to eat pussy, too."

I'm not sure how other guys feel at swinger's clubs, but I felt like I competed. I thought I had to prove I was as good or better than other guys. And I was competing against pros. The woman I hooked up with was in her late thirties but in great shape, and she was clean and tasted good, too. I didn't know if Ted had fucked her, but I didn't care because Jeff was going to fuck Jasmine, and I had to prove to them I was as good as he was.

Jeff got Jasmine off orally. I wasn't as lucky with the woman I was with. After Jeff got Jasmine off, she sucked him, and he was as well-hung as Ted had been. When I saw Jeff's dick, I knew I had some real competition. I asked the woman I was with if she would suck me, and she said yes.

Jasmine sucked Jeff, and the other woman sucked me. Jasmine kept looking at me for approval, and I gave it to her. I was surprised at how into it she was. We'd never talked about swinging, but she took to it fast. And the woman I was with gave me a hell of a good blow job.

The woman I was with was still sucking me when Jeff got between Jasmine's legs. Jasmine moaned and smiled at me, and I smiled back. I expected to feel jealous but didn't. Jeff's dick was huge, but I knew I could fuck just as good as he could.

I got between my woman's legs and attempted to slide my dick in her when she told me I had to wear a condom. I got off the bed, walked over to a basket hanging on the wall, grabbed a condom, then returned to her. She put the condom on me and smiled.

My dick slid into this woman's pussy easily. It was evident that either Ted had already fucked her, or she was just looser than Jasmine was, but she still felt good. I was happy that Jasmine enjoyed Jeff and that he enjoyed her, and I hoped that the woman I was with felt the same way about me that Jasmine felt about Jeff.

As I fucked my woman, I watched Jeff's dick slide in and out of Jasmine. He had her stretched out. And his dick and her pussy looked right together.

Jasmine put her arms around Jeff's neck and asked him to kiss her. I watched as they kissed, and tried to do the same with the woman beneath me, but she said she didn't kiss. I was pissed off that I had to wear a condom, and Jeff didn't, and that he'd get to cum inside Jasmine, and mine would be wasted.

I figured it was still early, and there'd be other women I'd get to fuck. Candice had told us that most everyone wore condoms, but I guess Jeff wasn't one who did or liked to. And I didn't blame him.

I had to hold back three times. I didn't want to come before Jeff did. When he finally came, I let go. Jeff filled Jasmine, and I filled up my condom. The woman I fucked thanked me and said she had a good time, but she had to get a drink. I thanked her and watched her get dressed and walk away.

Jeff's dick was still in Jasmine, although it wasn't hard, or that I could tell. And they were kissing again. Jasmine reached out for me, and I put my hand in hers. Then Jeff started pumping his dick in and out of Jasmine again. He was still hard. I was a little pissed and impressed at the same time.

By this time, four other couples had come to the play area. Two couples were playing with each other, another was just playing alone, and the last couple watched Jeff fuck Jasmine and looked at me, and I smiled at them.

I felt out of place just sitting there as Jasmine was getting fucked, but what else was I to do? I got on my knees and put my dick in Jasmine's mouth, and she sucked me. The out-of-place feeling left me, and I felt better being part of the action. The couple continued to watch us, and that was a turn-on.

I looked over at the couple watching us, and the husband was nodding at his wife. She stood up and walked over to us. When she got to the bed, she asked if she could join us, and I said yes. She was petite, thin, and had perky little tits and a glowing smile.

I pulled my dick out of Jasmine's mouth and faced this new woman. She smiled and went down on me. Her husband watched from a distance and rubbed himself. I thought to myself, two women, and they both want to suck my dick. The best part was Jasmine knew they were doing it, and she didn't care. I wondered why we'd never gone to a swinger's club before.

As the guy's wife sucked me, I looked at him and smiled. I knew he liked what he saw, and his wife and I were giving him a good show. I wished that Lara and Justin had come with us so that Justin could watch me fuck Lara, but I knew that would happen in time.

For the moment, I had a sexy little cutie sucking my dick, and I was going to fuck her as her husband watched. And just the thought of that was sexy as hell. When I fucked the guy's wife, I ensured that I was on top of her and looking at him. I wanted to see his facial expressions as I entered her without a condom and when she came.

I guess I was being a dick, but I felt I had a right to be. This guy let me fuck his wife, and now he had to deal with what we did. I leaned down and deep kissed the woman beneath me, and she kissed back. I lightly bit her neck, and she liked that, too. She even whispered, "Fuck me deep and hard." And I did.

Jasmine said, "Damn, baby! Go!" Jasmine cheering me on got me more turned on, and sadly I came sooner than I wanted to, but it felt good to cum inside this guy's wife.

I asked the wife if she was okay, and she said she couldn't move her legs.

I said, "I hope that doesn't last too long."

"It's been a while since a man has done that to me. Thank you."

I smiled, kissed her again, and said, "Glad I could do that to or for you."

She giggled and asked if her husband jacked off watching us, and I said yes. She said, "That's why we come here when we can. He loves to watch."

I responded, "I like being watched." She said, "Me too."

When Jeff finally came inside Jasmine, he said, "We'll have to do this again."

Jasmine smiled. "I think we can arrange for that to happen."

The guy's wife dressed, kissed me, and thanked me again. And I thanked her. I hoped to fuck her again like Jeff would Jasmine. We went back up to the bar, and as we did, I could see Jeff's cum dripping down Jasmine's thighs. I had to admit that was a sexy look. I never thought Jasmine and I would be swingers, but we were, and I liked it.

I hoped Jasmine liked it enough to want to keep swinging. Jasmine got another shot of her schnapps and a glass of ice water. Then Jasmine kissed me and said she loved me. I, in turn, said I loved her, and I meant it.

Guys like Justin wanted other men to fuck their wives to boost their ego and reassure them that their wives were hot. On the other hand, I was doing the fucking to prove that I still had what it took. And it was apparent I did. I'd been with three different women in twenty-four hours, and husbands watched me fuck their wives twice. As far as I was concerned, the more men that wanted to watch their wives get fucked meant more wives I'd get to fuck. And I was more than okay with that. Yeah, other guys would also be fucking Jasmine, but that didn't bother me as long as I got some strange pussy.

********* Three Down *********

Jeff left not long after we got upstairs. He thanked us and said he hoped to see us again. Jasmine said she'd like that and got his number. Jasmine asked me if the women I'd fucked were good, and I said, "Not as good as you."

Jasmine shyly said, "Jeff was really good, and he was big."

I told her I was glad she enjoyed him, and she said she did. Then Jasmine asked, "You don't feel guilty, do you?"

I squinted and guffawed. "No."

Jasmine shrugged and said, "I don't feel guilty," and I said I was glad. The way I saw it, Jasmine liked getting fucked by other men, and she didn't mind me fucking other women. As Jasmine said, we'd stepped up our game and became "Those People."

We stayed until the club closed, and from the time we got there until the time we walked out, Jasmine had Jeff, and I fucked those two other women, and we played with eight couples. It was a night of debauchery. We ended up paying for a year's membership because I knew I wanted to go back as often as we could, and luckily Jasmine did, too. When we got to our car, Jasmine said, "I feel like I ran a marathon."

I said, "But it feels good, huh?" Jasmine smiled and nodded.

Jasmine asked me if I wore condoms at all during our fun, and I said I did once. Jasmine said, "I don't know if any of the guys wore condoms with me."

I laughed. "Well, it's too late to worry about that now." Jasmine agreed.

Jasmine asked me, "Are you going to want to fuck me when we get home?"

I asked her if she wanted me to, and she said, "I'd like you to."

I said, "I've had the rest, but now I want the best." Jasmine giggled.

I asked Jasmine if she would tell Lara about the club and us. She shrugged. "I don't know. I had fun, but I'm not sure she needs to know." Then Jasmine asked me if I was going to tell Justin. Because of her answer, I said no. The club and we were going to be our secret, and I was okay with that.

The only people who needed to know that I fucked other women were men who wanted me to fuck their wives. And I intended to do that a lot. I asked Jasmine, "How soon do you want to do this again?" And she said, "I have Jeff's number. Maybe he can come to the house."

I thought, then asked, "And who am I supposed to get with?"

Jasmine smiled. "Me, silly. It will be a threesome. You'll both do me."

I was disappointed. I'd wanted Jasmine to get fucked by as many men as women I wanted to fuck, but she liked and wanted to get with Jeff again. I said, "I guess that could work."

She said, "You said I'm the best, right?"

"But we bought a year's membership."

Jasmine assured me we'd go back, but having Jeff to the house was more convenient and didn't cost anything. I told myself, "I'm not like Justin. I'm sharing my wife, not just letting guys fuck her."

I couldn't tell Jasmine, but when I fucked her, her pussy felt better than it ever had. It was stretched out, still filled with cum, and she wanted more. We had the best sex we'd ever had, and sadly I had to thank other men for how good Jasmine's pussy felt.

Although I was the stud, I still had to admit, at least to myself, that I liked sloppy seconds just like the guy from the park. I wondered, "Am I a stud, or am I like Justin and other guys who want their wives' pussy used by other men so that our wives feel better when we fuck them?" If nothing else, all of this was a mind fuck.

After I came, I asked Jasmine if she wanted to shower, and she said, "We don't have to work tomorrow, and I'd like to feel the other men's cum in me for a while. So, I'll shower when we wake up."

I was still horny, but I didn't tell Jasmine or make a move for some reason. As we lay in bed, I rubbed myself, asking, "What the fuck is going on with me? I can fuck my wife any time I want to, and she'd let me. Why am I not doing it? What the fuck is wrong with me?" Then I started thinking about Lara.

I thought about all the women I'd fucked, but none of them were Lara. She was like the grand prize. I wanted her so bad, but I started saying, "She's probably not that good. She's hot, but I bet she can't suck for shit." I tried to convince myself that not getting sucked by and fucking Lara was a good thing, although I knew it wasn't true.

Jasmine woke me up by going down on me. I was hard already, and she wanted more of what we'd had the night before. I didn't blame her because I did, too. As she sucked me, Jasmine asked, "Do you think we can have Jeff over today, if he's available?"

I shrugged and thought, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, "I guess we can call him."

Jasmine smiled and resumed sucking me. As she sucked me, I wondered who Jasmine was thinking about, another guy, Jeff, or me. And I thought, "Hell, I think about Lara when Jasmine and I fuck, so..."

Jasmine rode me and got off on me long before I was ready to cum, which was nice. Her pussy still felt stretched out and gooey. And it felt as good as it had when we fucked when we got home. It was apparent that not all the other guy's cum had dried up inside her.

When I finally came inside Jasmine, she asked if she could call Jeff, and I said, "I guess." She had just cum with me, and now Jasmine wanted to have Jeff over to fuck her again. I felt I had created a monster.

Jasmine called Jeff, and I started the shower. I was stepping into the shower when Jasmine said, "Jeff will be here in about an hour." I smiled, stepped into the shower, and Jasmine joined me. She kissed me and said, "I really like Jeff."

I said, "No shit."

Jasmine smiled. "I have to admit, he is a good lover, and I like that he's big."

"Is he better than me?"

Jasmine kissed me again and said, "I wouldn't say better, different."

I thought, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? She would have said so if I were better, but she didn't. So, he is better than I am, probably because he has a bigger dick." I asked Jasmine, "Is it because he has a bigger dick that you like him so much?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No. That's nice, but that isn't why I like him. I just think he's a good guy and a good lover, and we can become good friends through this."

I asked, "Who? You and him or me and him?"

"All three of us, silly."

When we got out of the shower, Jasmine asked, "Should I wear perfume?"

"I like it when you do."

Jasmine smiled, found my favorite perfume, and sprayed some on. She asked me if she smelled good, and I said she did. Then she asked me what she should wear for Jeff, and I said I didn't know. Jasmine asked me to help her pick out something sexy, and I did so reluctantly. Why would I want to help her get sexy for another man?

Jasmine chose a tight white short dress that draped over her shoulders and nearly exposed her breasts. I put on my pajama pants, and then Jasmine told me that Jeff wanted to take us to lunch, so I needed to dress a little nicer. I asked what she wanted me to wear, and she said, "Just something more than your pajamas."

I put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. We'd just gotten dressed when Jeff showed up at the door, and he had on slacks and a button-down shirt. I had to admit Jasmine looked hot as hell.

Jeff kissed Jasmine deeply, then told her how hot she looked. She said he didn't look so bad himself. She said, "I'm so glad you had the time to come see me today."

Jeff responded, "I can always make time for you." Then he looked at me and said to Jasmine, "And I would hope you would do the same for me."

I had to give it to Jeff. He was good.

Jasmine said, "I'll do my best."

Jeff reached out his hand, and I shook it. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was good. I had that out-of-place feeling again. I felt like a third wheel with Jeff around.

I tried to figure out why I felt the way I did around Jeff. Maybe it was because he was older. Perhaps it was because his dick was bigger than mine. I didn't know. It was weird having him around. He wasn't demanding or mean. Overall, Jeff was a great guy. I didn't have any problems with him personally, but I felt things that didn't feel good when he was around. It wasn't like I got negative vibes or anything. It was a feeling that I couldn't explain, and I felt a lot of it in my stomach.

I guess the best way to explain what I was experiencing is that I was feeling every possible emotion simultaneously. The weirdest thing was that I felt feminine around Jeff, and I didn't know why. Although I was happy that Jeff made Jasmine happy, I also felt lost. As I said, I felt out of place.

When Jeff was with Jasmine, I felt that they needed their time together, and I didn't want to interrupt or be a burden. I remembered seeing Jeff's dick in Jasmine and thinking that his dick and her pussy looked right together. I hated the thought of being anything like Justin sexually, but I felt that Jeff deserved to be with Jasmine and make love to her.

Jasmine sat in front with Jeff, and I sat in the back seat behind Jasmine. Jeff told Jasmine that he was glad she called. She said, "You were a lot of fun at the club, and I wanted more of you."

"I like a woman that knows what she wants."

I couldn't see his hand, but I could tell he was putting his hand on Jasmine's thigh by the way he moved his right arm. Jeff looked in his rearview mirror and asked if I liked steak, and I nodded. Then he asked Jasmine. She answered, "I like a good, thick piece of good meat." Jeff chuckled, then said, "I know a place with steaks that melt in your mouth." Jasmine smiled at Jeff, and he kissed her and put the car in gear.

I felt like a little brother chaperoning his big sister and her boyfriend. As Jeff drove, Jasmine asked him, "So, was your wife a swinger, too?"

Jeff nodded. "Yes. She was, and she took to it like a fish to water. At first, she was nervous, but she got hooked as soon as she tasted the lifestyle."

"How long did she swing before... "

"Twenty-seven years."

"That's a long time," Jasmine said.

Jeff asked Jasmine how old she was, and she said she was twenty-six.

"Yeah," Jeff said, "She and I swung together as long as you've been alive."

Jasmine asked, "Have you had a steady since your wife's passing?"

Jeff shook his head. "No, sadly, but maybe you can be my steady."

Jasmine smiled. "I'd think I'd like that."

It felt like Jeff and Jasmine had forgotten I was in the car with them. I wanted to feel jealous, but instead, I envied Jeff. He was smooth, experienced, had a huge dick, and my wife told him she wanted more of him.

Jeff was a good-looking guy, and I didn't think I was bad-looking, but he had it going on. A weird thought crossed my mind: "How come guys like him always get the hot women?"

It was a bizarre thought because that hot woman was my wife. That's when it hit me. Looking at Jasmine from the back seat, she looked so hot and sexy sitting next to Jeff. Memories of Jeff making love to Jasmine at the club kept replaying in my head.

Jasmine asked Jeff to tell her about his and his wife's best or favorite swinging experience. Jeff thought, then said, "We went to a house party, and no one seemed to be playing, and Mary yelled out, 'Who wants to fuck me?'

"Oh, my God," Jasmine said.

Jeff continued, "Well, it didn't take long for men to approach her. She took one man after another on the couch in front of everyone. It was almost magical. Like you, Mary was a sexy woman, and she was the best lover. I'd never enjoyed a woman so much until I met her. Then I met you."

Jasmine shyly said, "I'm still new to swinging."

Jeff replied, "Next to my wife, you're the best lover I've ever had." Jeff saying that made Jasmine giggle.

I asked Jeff, "Did you make love to Mary after she was with the other men?"

Jeff smiled and said, "I always loved that part."

I admitted that Jasmine and I had the best sex when we got home from the club. Jeff asked Jasmine how many men made love to her at the Rabbit Hole, and she said, "I don't remember, but none of them were as good as you were."

"Ah, come on," Jeff said, "I'm an old man. There had to be other men there just as good as I was."

Jasmine shook her head. "Nope. And none of them were as big as you, either."

Jeff smiled. "That was something Mary liked to brag about to other women."

Jasmine said, "It's worth bragging about."

We pulled in front of a small place positioned between a bakery and a knick-knack shop. The sign on the door read, "Tony's." It was one of those places that if you didn't know it was there, you'd drive by it, never knowing it was there.

An older man with salt-and-pepper hair called out to Jeff when we walked in, "Hey, Jeff. Good to see ya!"

Jeff responded, "Hey, Tony."

Tony asked, "And who is this lovely lady with you?"

"This is Jasmine."

Tony kissed Jasmine's hand and said it was nice to meet her, and Jasmine blushed.

Tony asked, "Table for two?" Jeff looked back at me, then told Tony that there were three of us. Tony nodded at me, then said, "Jeff's always had a way with the ladies." I smiled and nodded.

As we sat at our table, Tony brought over a bottle of wine. Jeff looked at the bottle, sniffed the cork, and nodded. Tony poured the wine into our glasses and said, "Jeff always wants the best, and he gets it."

I read the label, "G. D. Vajra Briccodelle Viole." I said, "Never heard of it."

"This is a 2007 vintage. It's a full-bodied red wine with red fruit flavors of cherry and raspberries. You will love it."

I looked at Jeff. "2007, huh?"

Jeff smiled. "2007 is my favorite year. That's when Mary and I went to Italy and the vineyard and tasted the wine right out of the barrel."

Jasmine said, "I bet that was a lot of fun."

Jeff patted Jasmine's thigh. "It's a memory I'll always cherish, like last night with you."

I leaned toward Tony and quietly asked, "What does a bottle of this go for?"

Tony whispered back, "I'll sell you a bottle for one hundred fifteen."

I looked at Jeff, then asked Tony, "For one bottle?"

Tony just smiled. I tasted the wine. It tasted good, but I wasn't sure I'd spend a hundred and fifteen dollars a bottle.

Jasmine had already tasted her wine and kissed Jeff, saying, "This is really good."

"You can't go cheap when you want a good wine."

I wondered when Tony would bring us menus, and he never did. Instead, when our food was ready, he brought it to our table. We hadn't ordered, but somehow Tony knew what we wanted or what Jeff wanted us to have.

The steaks looked terrific. They were filet mignon with roasted garlic potatoes and Portobello mushrooms. I'd had filet mignon before, but this one was incredible, juicy, tender, and flavorful. And the potatoes and mushrooms were to die for.

Tony's might have been a hole-in-the-wall place, but the food was outstanding. If Jeff had anything, he had class. I actually moaned with every bite of my filet mignon. It was that good. Jeff fed himself, but Jasmine also let him cut her steak and feed her. Neither she nor I had ever done that for each other, and I wished we had because it was very romantic. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought they were in love.

I excused myself and looked for the restroom. I walked up to Tony and asked where it was, and he pointed. As I returned to the table, Tony stopped me and said, "When Mary passed, Jeff was devastated. She was the love of his life." I nodded. Tony continued, saying, "It's good to see him happy again. I can tell she will be good for him."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

Tony smiled. "I've seen Jeff with some beautiful women, but he never acted this way."

"What way?"

"Just look at them. That's not just infatuation."

"What is it?"

Tony smiled. "I'd say they're in love."

I returned to the table and asked Jeff, "How would you define love?"

"That's the question of the century, isn't it?"

I didn't know how to answer.

Jeff asked me, "How would you define love?"

He caught me off guard. I said, "I don't know. It's a feeling you get when you're with the right person. They make you happy. Just being around them fulfills you. That's how you know you love someone."

Jeff looked at Jasmine. "To me, love is seeing faults as positives. Love is more than a feeling. It's a state of being. You're willing to give up everything to have it. And once you've given everything away, then love exists, and you know it's real. Love is a selfless state of being where your true love is what matters the most to you, and when you see her happy, you want to see that happiness over and over again."

Jeff looked at Jasmine and asked what love meant to her, and she said, "I think love is beyond expectations and limitations. It's about putting someone else's needs before your own and having a genuine desire for their happiness. Love means being dedicated to someone else's well-being, holding their passions and dreams in high esteem, and accepting them for who they are without judgment."

Jeff looked at me and said, "Love is about taking risks and finding it was worth it." He asked me if I agreed, and I nodded. Jeff said, "As when I met Jasmine, when I met Mary, we could feel the electricity between us. It was almost overpowering. It was like plugging in a power cord and feeling the current run through it." Jeff turned to Jasmine. "Did you feel that with me?"

Jasmine looked at me, then answered. "I definitely felt a connection."

"Just a connection? Or a feeling of being drawn, pulled to it?"

Jasmine looked at me again, then said, "I asked to see you again, didn't I?"

Jasmine was trying to be coy. There was something deeper between her and Jeff than she wanted to admit, at least in front of me or then. What I was feeling at that moment was different than what I'd felt before. I was bewildered. More lost than ever. I watched another man romance my wife and saw her respond positively to him. And it scared the shit out of me.

I knew before all this that sharing my wife with another man could have consequences. What if she fell in love with him and out of love with me? Jeff had said that love was worth the risk, but at what cost? Jeff and Jasmine had kissed more at Tony's than she and I had in the last twenty-four hours. I felt like I was losing her, and I was scared and angry and depressed and anxious. I felt dizzy.

Jeff looked at me and asked if I was all right. I nodded. Jasmine looked at me and mouthed, "I love you." And I believed her. Hearing her say she loved me made me feel less anxious, but I was still scared.

Jeff asked if I'd ever bungee jumped, and I said no and asked why. He said, "Seeing your wife with another man can bring about insecurities. And I can see just by how you're sitting that you're anxious right now." I said I was, and he said, "Think about bungee jumping. It's scary as hell, but the rush you get once you jump can't be compared to anything. Right now, you're standing on that ledge looking down, and you want to jump, but you're still scared. And you can't live your life in fear and still say you've lived. You have to take that leap forward and let the thrill of life consume you. You'll forever regret it if you never take that first step."

I asked, "What does that have to do with you and Jasmine?"

Jeff sipped his wine, then asked, "Tell me about your steak."

"It's incredible, juicy, tender, probably the best steak I've ever had."

Jeff said, "Had I not brought you here, you would have never had this culinary experience. But you were willing to let me bring you here."

"And I thank you."

"It's been my pleasure," Jeff said. "All I ask of you is to let me bring you to more places you might not experience with anyone else."

"You mean... "

"I mean, let me guide you two through your innermost desires and needs."

I asked Jeff what he thought our innermost desires and needs were, and he said, "We'll discover them together."

Jasmine looked at me and said, "Jeff's been at this a long time, and I think we could learn a lot from him." Jasmine added, "We're new to swinging, and it can't hurt to get some guidance from someone who has most likely done it all."

Jeff smiled. "I don't know if I've done it all, but I have been at this for a while." Then Jeff said, "If you're feeling jealous, you have nothing to worry about. If you're feeling anxious, we'll work through it together. And if you're afraid of losing Jasmine, I think you need to accept that she loves you."

Jasmine looked at me and smiled.

"As Jasmine said, this is all new to us."

Jeff said, "We'll do this together, and it will be great."

Jeff was telling me that he, Jasmine, and I would work through any problems that might arise from him becoming Jasmine's regular lover, and Jasmine and I hadn't even talked about her having a steady lover. I also wasn't sure how I really felt about her sleeping with other men, let alone regularly. Everything was happening so fast.

I didn't mind Jasmine getting strange dick as long as I got strange pussy. Jeff was saying he'd be her steady, meaning he'd come to our house and sleep with Jasmine. Then what would I do? Watch? That would make me no better than Justin.

I said, "I'll bet you've slept with many women and possibly have several waiting on the side."

Jeff looked at Jasmine, then said, "I've been with my share of women, but I've never felt a connection as I have with Jasmine."

Jasmine smiled. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one feeling it."

"But swinging is all about sex, right?"

Jeff shook his head. "Actually, no. It's about getting in touch with your inner self, letting your inner self go, and just giving in to the pleasure one can receive from another."

I asked, "What's the difference?"

"No matter how hard you try, you can't separate emotion from sex."

"And?"

"And," Jeff said, "Sometimes you meet the right person, and everything clicks."

I asked, "So, Mary had regular lovers?"

Jeff laughed. "I'll say. She had several."

"And how did you deal with that?"

Jeff sipped more of his wine, then said, "I wanted her to be happy, and I saw happiness on her face and in her eyes every time she knew she was going to hook up, and her happiness and excitement excited me and made me happy."

"And you think that will happen with me, seeing you and Jasmine together?"

Jeff looked at Jasmine's smiling face and said, "Just look at her. Isn't that what you want to see every day of your life?"

Jasmine looked at me, still smiling. I said, "I think we'll take things one day at a time."

Jeff was literally telling me that he would help me get through him taking my wife from me or at least becoming her primary lover, and Jasmine wasn't arguing. Her eyes lit up when she looked at Jeff, and her smile widened. When Jeff touched Jasmine, her face became flushed. There was an apparent connection between them, and I had never seen Jasmine act as she did around Jeff. She was giddy and giggled a lot, and he had his hands on her constantly. It bothered me how seeing Jasmine so happy horrified me.

After Jasmine had sex with multiple men at The Rabbit Hole, we had the best sex ever with each other. And the same could be confirmed after she had sex with Jeff, but I didn't know, and I was sure I'd find out. I didn't see where fighting the situation would benefit me, Jeff, or Jasmine. So, I smiled and let things play out.

We finished our meals and wine, both incredible and tasty, and we returned to Jeff's car. As we walked out of the restaurant, Tony said to me, "You can tell they're in love." I nodded and smiled.

Jeff opened the door for Jasmine and then for me. When Jeff got in the car, I thanked him for lunch. And so did Jasmine. Jeff said, "I wanted to treat you two to something special."

I thanked Jeff again, and he asked, "Your place now?" Jasmine said, "Yes, please."

I had to let things play out because Jasmine and I didn't have the opportunity to talk things out, and it was apparent that she wanted to be with Jeff intimately.

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