Long ago when we were young, back in the mid 1970s, we had neighbors who were apparently inveterate swingers, as the term was back then. Once, the husband suggested we do a nude photo shoot of both our wives together. I was waiting for a storm to break but oddly my wife readily agreed with little hesitation. The shoot went off very well and both ladies gave a nice show for the camera. I still have the negatives and hold them dear to my heart.
The photo shoot got my wife going afterwards, lots of nice intense sex afterwards. About a week or two later the same neighbor suggested something more. I had been expecting another photo shoot, but he thought it might be fun to have a foursome. Personally I was all for it, but once again I expected my wife to be vehemently opposed to the idea. When the neighbor started on his pitch, I think I closed my eyes, waiting for minor hell to break loose.
Well, again to my surprise, it didn't. After some chatting and discussing the wives agreed, my own really surprising me. When the weekend came around on the agreed on day, I was sort of nervous at first, but actually everything went fine. There was something very pleasant to be coupling with someone else while my wife was doing the same. I never felt the slightest bit of apprehension or sense of playing with fire. It was just something I'd always wished to do and I was ever so grateful my wife approached it in the same manner as I did, as a fun past-time for a few occasions.
And after the first foursome, the ensuing weeks were really a blur of sex and revelations. I'd go to work at the office and be thinking what ever would everyone else think of me if they knew what me and my wife had been up to. It made for some nice smug thoughts, let me tell you.
What I did regret though was not having any photos of that evening. Those would have served for some happy memories now.