Masquerade Party

“So what do you think about swinging?” Said Paul without looking up from his Sunday paper at his wife Christine, though had he done so he would have noticed that she had gone quite still and lost a little bit of colour.

 

She was sure she had cleared the history on the PC but now wasn’t so certain. “What do you mean?” Christine replied, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.

 

“You know wife swapping and all that,” Paul said as he tapped the paper, “Says here it is rife in middle England but can’t say I have seen it.”

 

“Probably all just made up by the papers dear, now eat your toast or you will be late for tee off with Kevin & Sally.”

“Are you sure you won’t join us and make a foursome?” Said Paul in the same tone he used every week.

 

“You know I don’t play golf,” laughed Christine, “You go and enjoy yourself; I am sure you will be able to find a fourth.” It wasn't just that Christine didn’t play golf, it was more she hated it, her parents would play every weekend and then drone on all afternoon. “At least Paul doesn’t go on about it,” she thought silently as she waved him off, “Thank heavens for small mercies.”

 

After her husband had left Christine fussed around the immaculate 5-bedroom house they owned with its huge conservatory attached to the lounge making the living space vast and spacious. All 5 bedrooms were doubles and two of them were en-suite, they had a study for Paul when he worked from home on Friday after spending the rest of the week away and even a covered hot tub on the patio at the back. The attached double garage had a games room above which Paul had turned into a bar with a pool table. Christine was proud of the house, even though it seemed empty now their son had departed for university.

 

Satisfied the house was spic and span Christine glanced at the clock and could see there were at least 4 hours until Paul returned from his golf round, then she would cook lunch, Paul would fall asleep and sometimes they would sneak off to the bedroom for a gentle afternoon romp, though not that often anymore. Not like when they first met at Durham university 25 years ago when things were a little bit wilder.

 

She recalled the first time they met at a university student house party; she had gone there with her housemate and girlfriend Mary as she was ‘exploring’ her sexuality and there she had met Paul for the first time. A lot of drink had been consumed and a few things smoked when, in the early hours of the morning, she found herself engaged in an argument with Paul who said that people who claimed to be fluid in their sexuality were not being honest unless they were prepared to continually change. This led on to him asserting that same-sex relationships were as rigid as heterosexual and that she lacked the courage of her convictions to check if what she had was still what she really wanted.

 

The outcome was that Paul banged the ass off her against the back garden wall, though neither of them realised that Christine’s soon to be ex-partner was witnessing it all. When Christine got home there were more tears and shouting that resulted in Christine moving out and setting up house with Paul, finishing their degrees and then getting married. The plan was for both of them to pursue careers before a family, Paul in engineering and Christine in laboratory research when along came Mark. Christine became a full-time mother, a soccer Mum, a member of the PTA and representative on the board of governors but never picked up her career. At 45 she had everything she wanted with Paul being National Sales Director and well paid, she went to the gym and aerobics twice a week, had lunch every Friday with ‘the ladies’ but there was one fundamental problem... she was bored senseless.

 

She would kick around the house with nothing to do until one day she discovered porn and now she was hooked. Not any old porn, actors with highly toned bodies and women with plastic breasts did nothing for her, it was the real porn she sought. Homemade, amateur, real housewives, she searched them all, often with dissatisfaction but every so often she would find a gem. The picture quality was often poor, the sound distorted or non-existent, but this was real people having real sex and she loved it. At first, she watched just squirming on her seat, this progressed to her sitting on a towel and using her fingers until finally a few weeks back she had bought not one but two dildos.

 

She remembered her nerves at ordering, using the PayPal account she had for her e-bay shopping and the wait every day until they finally turned up on Thursday morning in a discreet brown package which she hid away. The following Monday after Paul had left for the week Christine gave both of them a thorough a full testing until she was sore in both holes.

 

This was her Monday treat but sometimes on a Sunday when Paul played golf she would indulge in her latest passion, chat rooms and in particular swapping and swinging chat rooms. Not that she ever would but it was fun to pose as a couple and revel in the real-life experiences of others around the globe. Those chats would sometimes turn hot, and she wasn’t averse to showing her chat partner where the dildos were going but never talked or showed her face.

 

Putting into a search engine the name of their town and swingers she nearly fell off her chair when positive results were returned. It wasn’t a site she had heard of, and like so many, they demanded membership which didn’t really worry her as she used false names and a Hotmail address. Putting in her standard nickname of ‘Durham_Duo’ she was surprised to see the response “name in use, please try another.’ Deciding on acting single for a change to allow explore the site she went for the nickname ‘boredhousewife’ and started to look around.

 

The bios were all pretty nondescript with pictures being available for verified members only, with a further warning that private pictures were for friends only. There were a couple of steps to become verified, the first was joining which is where PayPal was great, the second was a little trickier.

 

Contacting the site administrator, she switched on her webcam as instructed but was careful to conceal her face. A woman’s voice came out of the speakers, ”Bare your breasts and hold up the sign with your nickname,” Christine wasn’t fazed at all as she had done this a few times so was pretty standard practice, the second they asked for a face picture she would decline and leave the site. Removing her top Christine held the sign up and waited, the woman said, “Thank you boredhousewife your account will be verified soon and an email sent.” Glancing at the clock Christine decided that this treat would have to wait until Monday as she had a Sunday lunch to make.

 

*****

 

Monday morning came and after Paul had long gone for the week Christine rolled over, stretched and decided to start the day. Remembering the site she had found with the locals Christine decided to check that out, but first she needed breakfast and then get dressed. Christine liked to wear her special outfit on Monday, one she kept well hidden from Paul and she had other preparations to make. The outfit consisted of a micro denim mini skirt and a top that wrapped around, she would wear no bra or panties and because of the stretchy nature of the material, it clearly defined her nipples. It was her slut outfit as she called it and after placing the two dildos down next to the tube of gel, Christine sat on the white hand towel and logged on.

 

After verifying her account Christine scoured the site for local people and was shocked to see 21 names of singles and couples coming up in her area. Clicking into each profile she was disappointed to see that any pictures were either from the neck down or hidden behind the friends only tag. What did make her pulse race was that one couple called ‘suburban swingers’ had a number of videos available to friends only. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” said Christine to an empty room and clicked on the friend request.

 

The rest of the morning passed without any real excitement though Christine drifted around and did find a couple of good German videos showing what was clearly an amateur being double penetrated. Christine was a bit of an expert in telling the real from the fake, her two main indicators were tan lines, most actors didn’t have them, and how well defined their bodies were.

 

After lunch, she logged onto the local swinging site and saw that she had a message. Clicking on it she read it was from ‘suburban swingers’ saying they wanted to chat first to get to know she was genuine. Suddenly a chat box popped up and it was the ‘suburban swingers’ with the words, “Hi this is her, he is next to me, how are you?”