We enter our second potential encounter with a lot more confidence. We have not one, but two dates set up for tonight and, if things work out with the first couple, our second date may just have to wait.

First on the agenda are The Hotties. We chatted with them earlier in the week and, even though they are quite a bit younger than us, they seemed to be into it.

We head out to our agreed meeting place and arrive a few minutes early. No sign of them yet, so we settle into a booth and order drinks.

The appointed time approaches and there is still no sign of The Hotties.

So, we wait. We order some appetizers and another round of drinks.

Still no Hotties. I call his cell phone – of course no answer. I leave a friendly voicemail and return to our table.

And…nothing.

We are starting to get pissed.

We wait another 15 minutes and I call again, this time leaving a message that is not quite as nice, but still not angry.

On top of it all, our waiter screws up the order, bringing us the wrong dipping sauce. This would not normally be a big deal, but after three tries, he can’t get the sauce right. Jane calls the manager over and basically reams his ass.

My wife is not a woman to be trifled with.

We get our appetizer free, pay for our drinks and leave a paltry tip for our idiot waiter. We both waited tables while working our way through college and typically overtip everywhere we go.

Not this time.

We get home and Jane is too angry to even think about going to our second date.

“They probably won’t show up either,” she snaps as I try to calm her down.

I notice that while we were gone, we’ve received an email. We check it out and, sure enough, The Hotties cancelled on us.

At 10:30 that morning. Plenty of time for us to realize that we didn’t have a date.

We are dumbasses.

I religiously monitor this particular email box and, the one day I don’t check it (since we already had two dates) we get something other than dating site spam.

This makes Jane feel a little better and she agrees to go meet the other couple for drinks.

I call Jimmy & Janet (date #2) and confirm our plans. They are en route to a bar that is situated on a barge docked on a nearby lake. We were already dressed for fun, so we didn’t have to get ready. We wait a bit (to make them nervous) and then head out to the bar.

We get there and I’m looking around – and don’t see them. We grab a drink, walk out on to the barge and wander around for a bit. I think I see them, but need confirmation from Jane.

“That’s them,” says Jane, tugging on my arm.

“Are you sure?” I ask, really not sure.

“Oh Jesus, you are such a pussy,” she snaps and walks over to the couple.

“Janet? Jimmy? Is that you?” she inquires.

“Oh cool, you guys showed up!” replies Janet, somewhat surprised that we were actually there.

Clearly, they have some experience at this.

We sit down and join them, sticking the girls next to each other and me directly across from Janet. They are both good looking, clean-cut and well-groomed.

And have all of their teeth.

Thank God.

Janet is a little heavier than Jane, but very pretty and curvy with great hair. Jimmy is a big guy, probably 6’2” and 235 pounds and very clean cut (which Jane likes). They are attractive, outgoing, bubbly and appear to be into us.

We hang out for several hours, chatting it up and trading stories. They have been swinging for a while, but have hit a dry spell lately. They used to have another couple they played with regularly, but that ended when the wife got a little bit too attached to them after her husband was deployed to Iraq.

They sound like a very good match for us: both are professionals, they have two kids around our daughter’s age and live in a nice, big house where they willingly volunteer to host. Heck, we could get the kids together, send them to bed early and have some fun without having to hire a babysitter.

It’s a match made in Heaven! Are these people actually normal?

Janet is hysterically funny, but not very assertive. I am simply not getting any kind of vibe from this girl.

A wink? Licking her lips? A punch in the arm? Come on!

Nothing. nada.

Jimmy is the complete opposite and openly kisses Jane when I step away to use the restroom. This is OK with me: Jane is a very attractive woman and we aren’t here to just make some vanilla friends.

Hell, I thought Jane looked great and would have done the same thing to Janet had I not detected that something wasn’t quite right.

We continue chatting and Janet continues looking more and clammy. She is not saying much, which is odd considering we couldn’t shut her up fifteen minutes ago.

Suddenly, she stands up and makes a beeline for the edge of the barge. She turns a ghostly white and leans over the railing.

I think we all know what happened next.

She can’t handle the rocking motion caused by some passing speedboats, apparently.

Jimmy goes to tend to his ill wife. Jane and I stand a few feet away, hoping that it wasn’t us that caused it. Or alcohol.

Janet is fine after a few minutes, but it is clearly time to wrap things up for the evening. Jimmy gives Jane a big hug and kiss. I cautiously lean in and, luckily, Janet has just eaten a Listerine breath strip, so I give her a hug and a kiss (on the cheek) and we go our separate ways, fairly confident we will see these two in the future.

“I am the worst swinger ever,” Janet admits to me while in my embrace. I squelch a fit of laughter, smile and nod - affirming her statement.

At least she knows it.

They liked us, we liked them and aside from a little motion sickness, the evening ended up a success.

Hope she doesn’t get motion sick while I’m fucking her…

On the way home, Jane starts messing with me, tracing her fingers along the outside of my pants all around my crotch. We finally make it back to the homestead and promptly head upstairs for some adult activities.

Jane gets out the toy box and discreetly tries to hide our new leather paddle under the pillow so she can use it on me while I’m on top of her later.

I am wise to this tactic.

I turn the tables on her while I’m fucking her from behind. I reach over and snatch the paddle out from under the pillow. Before she even realizes what I am doing, a sharp SNAP! echoes off the corners of our tile-covered bedroom. Three white stars (the pattern on the paddle) appear in a field of red on her ample ass.

“Oh yeah!” she cries as I continue my spanking frenzy, snapping her a couple more times.

“You liked when that guy kissed you tonight, didn’t you?” I ask/tell her.

“Yes.”

“You are a little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I’m your whore!”

“Yes you are. And when my whores kiss other men, they get punished.”

I grab her hair firmly and yank her head back, penetrating her almost all the way in one hard stroke. I typically can’t do this without hurting her and this time is no exception.

“OW! Fucker! Be careful with that thing!” she yells as I continue fucking her, a little more gently now and not nearly as deep.

I stick my finger in her ass after lubing it up with her wet pussy. I can feel my cock through the thin wall separating her vagina and anal cavity.

It feels pretty cool.

I don’t even begin to think I’m fucking her up the ass again so soon. She is opening up a bit when it comes to the idea of anal, but I still don’t want to push it.

Finally, she’s had enough. We flip over into missionary position and continue.

“Please cum for me,” she pleads and reaches for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She squirts a little bit on top of my cock and we continue. I finally empty my load into her and collapse in a sweaty heap on top of her.

Jane just lays there basking in the afterglow - very unusual for her.

I love her new IUD. Except for when I can feel it touching poking the end of my cock when I fully penetrate her. Not pleasant. Not painful, but I can definitely tell it’s there.

Other than that, it’s great! For once, she’s not pushing me off ten seconds after I finish…

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