I'm no April fool.
Where do I start? Marge and I have been married for twenty-five years. We got married right out of high school. Marge works as a secretary in a large insurance office, and I'm a department manager in a local factory. We have two daughters who are both grown up and married.

Our younger girl was just getting married and leaving the nest. Marge didn't seem to be handling it very well. I think she had what they call empty nest syndrome. I wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.

Our life has always been fairly ordinary, but I like it that way. We were high school sweethearts and proved that young couples in love can make it work. Marge got pregnant at the end of her senior year and we got married. I got a job right out of high school in the factory and worked my way up over the years to department manager.

Even while she was pregnant, Marge took classes at the local college and over time got a degree in secretarial work. A year didn't go by after Ruth was born, when our second daughter Becky was born. We believed two kids were enough so she had her tubes tied.

Our early love life was great. It was pretty much an every night thing. Even after the two girls were born, we did it three times a week. Life was good for us. I'm not going to say we never had any problem because that would be a lie. We were just able to work through them.

I don't know how women think but I believe most guys have thought one time or another about seeing their wife with another man. It was fantasy and I wanted to keep it there. For the most part I was able to do that.

As we got older, to add spice to our lovemaking we would act out situations. I would ask questions during our love making like, "Do you want to fuck other men?" She would often answer, "Only if you want to watch me."

Sometimes at parties we would flirt a little, but nothing ever happened. We would use these people as our props in our sex play. I might say, "I saw you let Bob rub your ass when you danced with him. Did you like it?" Now I never saw Bob rubbing her ass, and I hope his life insurance was paid up if he did, but this was just our sex play.

She might answer, "He wanted in my pants. Would you like to see him fingering me?" Of course after our play sex we hardly ever talked about our sex talk. During sex it was erotic but if it was real, I don't think I could handle it. It would forever change our life; and not necessarily for the better.

Marge wasn't a diva but when she dressed up she was one good-looking woman. Things began to change in our relationship after our younger daughter Becky's wedding. I think it was about the same time when a new woman started in her office. Her name was Trish.

I was happy to see Marge with a new friend; she seemed to be happier.

Trish was in her late thirties. She said she was divorced once but now she said she was happily married to Dave. He was an engineer for another firm and traveled a couple of days a month. They didn't have any children.

The four of us became friends but after a month or so I had some strange feelings about Trish. She seemed overly flirty with me when Marge wasn't looking. I didn't want to say anything to Marge because one, I kind of liked it and two, I could be over reacting a little.

Marge asked if I minded if she had a girls' night out every couple of weeks with Trish and a couple of other friends of Trish's. I told her I didn't mind but it started our relationship in another direction.

I noticed as of late that on her nights out with the women that she dressed a little more sexy than I was comfortable with. She told me she had to since she was the old lady of the group. I told her there was nothing about her that was old.

Over the next few months she seemed so much happier, which made me feel good. I would always wait up for her on her night out with the girls and we had some of the best sex I can remember. I chalked it up to 'change of life sex'.

It was like we were young again. She did things with me that she hadn't done in years, or at least she had to be drunk to do it. I couldn't believe the first time she came home and sucked my cock. It must have been years since she did that.

I asked her what brought that on and she said, "The other girls talked about it and said how their men loved it so I decided to do it for you. I know it's been awhile but I really liked it. Expect more of it in the future."

Lately she was getting a lot more verbal during sex. I loved it when she would say, "Fuck me Rob, give me that cock Rob." She even told me I could fuck her ass, but that was only after a few drinks.

One day we were over at Trish's. She and Dave had a hot tub. Marge wore a nice one piece suit that showed her big boobs and was cut high on the side to show her nice thighs and great ass. Dave smiled when he saw her. I felt a little jealous but also proud that other men admired my wife.

Trish wore a two piece suit. If it was any skimpier she might as well have been naked. "You like?" she asked me, away from Marge.

I told her the truth. "You look sexy, not much left to see." I smiled at her.

"Play your cards right and you just might see the rest." She was laughing when she said it.

We got into the hot tub and it felt great. I was sitting between Marge and Trish. Dave was stretched out on the other side of Trish. The bubbles were going so no one knew what was going on under the water. I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Trish's.

She was talking away to Marge and ran her hand up to my package. I should have somehow tried to stop her but didn't. Dave said he was going to go get us all a drink. Marge said she had to use the bathroom. The warm water worked on her that way.

They both got out, Marge first and we could see the crack of her ass squeezed into her suit. I knew Dave was staring at it. I watched Trish smile as they both got out. It looked like Dave had a beginning of a hard on. I know I did because of Trish touching me.

I felt a little different being alone with Trish. We flirted but things seemed to be going a little too far. As Dave walked into their kitchen to get more drinks, Trish said she had something to show me. She stood up and pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side and showed me her pussy. I couldn't believe it. I looked back at the door to make sure no one was there.

"So, what do you think? You like my shaved pussy?" I didn't know what to say. I've never seen a shaved pussy except in porn or pictures. Marge always trimmed hers and I haven't been with anyone else.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked Trish.

"I like teasing you." She took my hand and put it between her legs. I did hold it there for a few seconds and quickly pulled my hand back.

"I can't do this is to Marge. I've never cheated on her."

"What do you think she's doing now? Dave probably has his hands on her ass right now." Trish covered her pussy and sat back down.

Marge came back out and was adjusting her suit as she got back in the hot tub. I didn't say anything to her. I had to wonder if Trish was right. No, Marge would never cheat on me.

That night when we had sex Marge was hot. I was eating out her pussy and asked her if she liked it. She was moaning and groaning and pushing her pussy into my face. I got up and pushed my cock easily into her. "Did you like Trish's hot tub?" I asked.

"Uh ha, it felt nice."

"Did you like Dave checking you out?" Again she said "uh ha".

"I think he would like to be here fucking you. Would you like that?"

"Only if you want him to," she replied.

"I pictured you and Dave in the kitchen with his hands in your bathing suit, finger fucking you. Did you let him do that?"

"No, but I bet it would feel good. Fuck me Honey, I'm about to come." About that time she climaxed. It wasn't long before I shot a large load into her.

The one thing Marge and I had was, we were always honest with each other. To the best of my knowledge we were always faithful to each other. When she was getting ready for her next girls' night out I asked her if she ever cheated on me.

"God no! Why would you ask me such a thing? You know we both flirt a little but I've never had sex with another man."

"Have you thought about it?" I asked her.

"Why all these questions? Are you accusing me of something? I've always been honest with you for nearly twenty-six years. Of course every person has fantasies. We talk all the time when we have sex, you know that. I would never cheat on you."

"I guess I'm afraid you are looking for something new. You've been different since you've been going out with Trish, and Dave seems to want in your pants."

"I'm sure he does and I have no doubt you've thought about Trish's body. That doesn't mean I don't trust you. Trish is my friend and knows how I feel about you. Everything is fine." She kissed me and said she would see me later.

That night when she got home she was hotter then ever. As soon as she walked in the door she came over to the couch and took out my cock and started sucking on it. I knew something had to get her this hot. I loved the blowjob but was worried about my wife.

She got up and slid off her panties and my underwear. She got on my lap facing me and lowered herself down on my hard cock. She seemed spaced out. I'd never seen her like this.

"Tell me about this evening. I want to hear everything you did," I almost demanded from her.

"Promise me you won't be mad at me," said Marge, but her speech was very slurred.

"What did you do? Did you fuck someone tonight?" I said this while plowing her pussy as she rode me. I wasn't sure how I felt.

"No, I just had a good time. I never would fuck anyone behind your back. Fuck me hard baby, God! I need it so bad."

What did she mean, 'behind my back'? Was she thinking about swinging or something?

"Tell me everything you did tonight. How far did you go? Tell me about your girlfriends. What did they do?" I was both horny and worried. It was hard to tell if she was fantasizing or did something really happen.

"I'm sorry Rob, I told the girls I wouldn't say anything to you. God, I want to be fucked so bad."

"You took some kind of drug, didn't you? Who gave it to you? What was it?" She was now screaming out with her first orgasm. It was rare anymore that she would have more than one, but she kept going.

I had masturbated earlier this evening so I knew I could last a long time. Her juices were running down my cock and she started rubbing her pelvis against me. Damn, I'd never seen her so hot. I had to know what happened.

"Trish gave me a pill to help relax. I was nervous and she said it would help relax me. I don't know what it was but all the girls took one. You feel so good in me."

"Where did you go? What did you do?"

"I promised the girls I wouldn't tell you; please stop asking me. Just fuck me hard I need it." Her speech was so slurred it was hard to understand.

"Marge, we never kept secrets from each other. Why are you doing it now? How can I trust you if you keep secrets from me?"

"Ok, I'll tell you a little bit but don't let the girls know I told you." She was fairly drunk and high on something but at least she was going to tell me something.

"We went to a private club. Trish and Cindy both belong to it. Barb had been there once before. Oh fuck! It feels so good. Rub my tits, they need to be touched again."

I had to wonder what she meant by again. I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra and let her big titties loose and noticed red blotches around them.

I didn't want to scare her so I didn't say anything about the blotches. I groped her tits hard. It was odd because she never liked her tits groped. In the heat of passion she didn't mind them being squeezed.

"Tell me about the club. Was there music and dancing? Did you dance with other men?"

"Uh ha, danced with lots of people, was fun. Everyone was so friendly. Squeeze my titties. Feels so good. I feel your cock in me. I love your cock Rob."

"Did you let other men squeeze your titties tonight?" I tried to say it like it didn't matter.

"I told them 'no touching' but they did it anyway. I told them you wouldn't like it."

"Who are these men? How did they touch you?"

"They belong to the club. Two would dance with me at the same time. One would push his thing against me from behind. The one in front of me tried to kiss me but I told him, 'no, I don't cheat on my husband'. I was so hot, Rob. Are you mad at me?"

"What did they do?" I asked. I was a little pissed and hard at the same time. This was some of the things we use to fantasize about. My emotions were mixed.

"They unbuttoned my blouse and felt my titties. One man held my arms and they took turns squeezing them. I kept telling them to let me go and they finally let go of my arms. Rob, it felt good, I'm sorry."

"Did you let them in your panties?" I was afraid of what she was going to say.

"One pressed against my butt with his thingy and the other pressed against my coochie with his hand. I told them 'no' when they tried to lift my skirt. I told them I was married and never cheated on my husband."

About that time she came again. "Fuck me Rob! Come in me. Oh God, so good. I love you Rob." I couldn't help it. Even though I was pissed off I came hard in her. She came so hard that after her orgasm she lay against my shoulder with my cock still in her and passed out.

I put her on the couch while I finished undressing her. I then helped her to the bedroom and stared at her as she lay naked on our bed. I covered her up and lay next to her. I had a hard time going to sleep. I wasn't sure where our life was going.

The next morning I told her we needed to talk. I asked her about the night out the night before. She looked nervously at me. I don't think she knew what she had told me the night before.

"I went out with Trish, Cindy and Barb like we always do. We drank and just partied a little. Nothing special happened, so why are you asking me what we did? You never asked me before. It was just a night out with the girls." She looked nervous.

"You came home pretty drunk. In fact you even told me that Trish gave you some kind of a pill to relax. Where did you go?"

"Why are you questioning me like this? I didn't do anything wrong except go out with a few of my girlfriends. There's nothing to tell you."

"Just tell me where you went. Is that asking too much from my wife?"

"It was some private club that Trish and Cindy belongs to. It's called 'His and Mrs.' It's a club for mostly married couples. It's the first time we ever went there. In fact Trish wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go there on April First. They have a big April Fools' Day party every year. You don't have to be a member that day. I told her I would talk to you about it."

I could see she was nervous and got up and started doing housework. I had to wonder about this place. If what she told me the night before was true this was some odd kind of club.

"So what all went on last night? You came home awfully horny. The sex was great but I feel you're hiding something from me."

"It's just a fun bar to go to. The people are friendly and I thought maybe we could join. You can meet a lot of new people who like to party."

"Marge, I know we talk fantasy a lot but I want it to stay there. I'm not all that interested in meeting new people. Something tells me that your new friends are pretty loose. I know you like Trish and Dave but I don't trust them. I think all Dave wants is in your pants. As far as Trish goes, I think she'd fuck anything that moves."

"How can you say that? Nothing has ever happened between me and Dave. I don't know what problem you have about having a little fun."

I knew our talk didn't go well. I had to find out about this club. I could tell Marge and I were at a crossroads. I was hoping she didn't go too far crossing the line. I was now sorry we did the fantasy talking.

For the next two weeks we hardly talked at all. I don't know what she and Trish talked about at work but she wasn't telling me anything. We always talked about work before this. I felt Marge was starting to keep secrets.

I had a talk with my cousin Mike who is a cop. I asked him about this 'His and Mrs.' club. He told me it was a legal private club. When I asked him about the membership he told me something that I didn't like.

"Rob, it's a swingers club. It's mostly married couples that think it's a way of saving their marriage. I hope you and Marge aren't involved with it. I have a buddy and his wife who got divorced last month. They joined that club hoping it would help their marriage. Instead it completely tore it apart. I'll tell you what happened.

"First they go to the club as a visitor with of one of the other couples. They aren't forced to do anything. It all begins with them observing the other couples and just partying. When you're around a group like that you began to think everyone is like that. Before they knew it they were watching couples having sex in front of them.

"Eventually people get undressed and a lot of sex goes on. Before you know it the couple get hooked on the sex. They disrobe and join right in. During the week it is more of a lounge but there is some swapping that goes on. On the weekends, Friday and Saturday, they bring in a band and things get a little more wild.

"Again, no one is ever forced into sexual acts or even to get naked. A lot of older couples join just to watch others have sex. It's like watching porn but it's in person. The business is also on private property, no one underage admitted.

"With my friend Larry and Cindy it got out of hand. Cindy started going back during the week and was having sex with different men. When Larry found out he realized it was the end of his marriage. Cindy still goes there all the time but Larry felt joining the club was the beginning of the end of his marriage. But he still goes there himself once in awhile.

"For some people, they have no problem sharing spouses but Larry said even though they had sex with a lot of different people, it lacked love. It was just sex and after their first few times they lost their love for one another. He know longer had the feeling he once felt for Cindy.

"A few times a year they have a big party to bring in new members. In fact there is one coming up in April. For the life of me I can't figure out how having sex with other women or letting my wife fuck other men could save my marriage. Another thing I might mention is that the age of most members is from the late thirties up into their seventies.

"By the way, Larry took a picture at one of the parties he went to. No cameras are allowed in the club but Larry snuck in a pen camera to show me some of the people at one of their galas. Let me show it to you.

Old people line dancing naked

As I looked at the picture I noticed most everyone was pretty much naked except for hats and shoes. They looked like they were doing the bunny hop or something. A couple of things that caught my eye was that, as Mike had told me, most were older people. I also noticed in the picture that one woman looked a lot like Trish.

Mike had some more pictures that his friend Larry had taken. They were actually photos of a lot of groping going on. It looked like it was being done on the dance floor. He also had a few pictures of a woman having sex with different men in a different room. I asked him why his friend Larry had taken these photos.

"He was going to use them in his divorce proceeding if Cindy didn't go along. He couldn't use them in court since they weren't authenticated photos, but it would have raised havoc with her family. After his divorce he said he didn't want them anymore and he gave them to me. I just keep them in a folder. If you want to know more about the club you should contact Larry. I'm sure he wouldn't mind talking with you." He gave me Larry's phone number.As if I didn't have enough problems I was asked to work overtime for the next week. So now I was working a twelve-hour shift and coming home to a warmed up dinner in the microwave. Marge told me that on Thursday she and her girlfriends were having their girls' night out.

"I thought it was on Fridays; why the change? I told you how I didn't trust Trish but you still go out with her."

"There is nothing wrong with Trish and the reason we are going on Thursday is because of the April Fools' Day party Saturday. Since you never answered me about it I told Trish to let Dave know we were going. I know Cindy's going for sure so you'll get to meet her. Barb isn't quite sure if she's going or not."

I hardly said three words to her the next couple of days. When I got home Thursday around seven there was a note on the table. Marge said she went out with the girls. I was pissed because no matter what I said she didn't seem to care anymore.

I decided to call Larry and ask him if he would mind taking me to this club so I could see for myself what kind of place it was. When I called him he said he had talked to my cousin Mike a few days before and told me he would be happy to show me around.

I promised him a burger and a couple of beers. I stopped by and picked him up. He was my age and seemed like a nice guy. When I asked him how he knew Mike he laughed.

"I'm a cop too. Mike and I have been friends for years. So he tells me you're having some possible marriage problems and thinking of joining the club."

I told him about wanting to spice up our life a little and my wife has a friend and she and her husband belong to this club. "To be honest, I don't trust her friend or her husband. There's a party here Saturday and they want us to come with them to it. My wife has all but said she wants to go."

We entered through the rear door. Larry had a key card. A woman met us in the hall and told Larry that his ex-wife Cindy was there again tonight.

"Thanks for the heads up; now she's seems to be here just about anytime I come." I watched him shake his head.

"Larry, you don't have to show me around if it bothers you being here. We can come back another day," I replied.

"No, I'm use to it. It's just that she turned into a fucking whore. I use to blame this club but the truth is our marriage was doomed long before we joined. This just made the divorce come sooner."

We went upstairs and got a table. He said you could see the dance floor and bar on the lower level better. A waitress came and we gave her a beer order. I also asked Larry about the burgers and he said the food was really good here and I ordered us each a jumbo burger.

I was looking down around the dance floor. Larry said that during the week they used the jukebox but on the weekends they had different bands come in. He did say the crowd was a little light but it was probably due to the big party on Saturday.

There were still a good fifty people there. In one corner I was surprised to see Marge, Trish and one other woman with them. They were in a circular booth made for the corner. They were all drinking and talking. I pointed the women out to Larry.

I asked him if he knew any of them, including Marge. He shook his head almost disgustedly. "That's my ex-wife Cindy. Of course she's still hanging around that tramp Trish. I take it the other woman is your wife Marge."

"I didn't know she was coming here tonight. She just said it was a girls' night out. Have you ever seen her here before?"

"To be honest, I did. It was a couple of weeks ago. I came to see Barb but she's not with them tonight.

"Rob, I'm going to be honest with you. If your marriage is on some rocky ground then this place won't help it. It helped end my marriage. Let me explain.

"Cindy and I thought our marriage was strong and that a little extra flirting and maybe even having sex with someone else might make our marriage stronger. It didn't! I admit the first couple of times I was with another woman it felt good and different.

"Cindy was with another man but I didn't see them have sex. We were in different rooms. She seemed happy on our way home. She even said she loved me even more. I thought it was working for us. We would come maybe once a month and meet other people.

"I found out that Cindy had been coming here without me and cheating with a number of men. That's when I lost it and brought in the pencil camera and took pictures. That night we had a hell of an argument and she said she wasn't giving up her new-found life. I started divorce proceedings. We've been divorced for a couple of months now."

"You mentioned knowing Trish; how did you meet her? Was it here? Do you know her husband Dave?"

Marge wouldn't be able to see us in on the second floor but we could see them quite well. I didn't go there to spy on her, in fact I didn't know they were going there. Before Larry started talking, I was surprised two see two men join the girls. I was a little pissed especially since one of them was Dave.

"That's Bill with Dave, they work together. Bill is one of those guys who has an open marriage. They say it works for them but I really don't see much love in their relationship. You asked about how we met Trish and Dave. First I should tell you that they aren't even married but do live together.

"They say they are married and she tells people she just kept her old name. In truth, she's been divorced once and Dave has been divorced twice. So those two swinging isn't quite the same as a married couple in a committed relationship."

I was surprised to hear this. I had to wonder if Marge even knew the truth. About that time I saw Bill ask Marge to dance and Dave was dancing with Trish. Another man came over and asked Cindy to dance. Larry said his name was Fred. He was a regular at the club, also divorced. As I watch them dancing Larry told me how he met Dave and Trish.

"Cindy works at the same business as Dave and Bill. I think they had something going before Cindy invited Trish and Dave to our house. They seemed like a nice enough couple and we went out with them a few times.

"Cindy had mentioned to them that our marriage was a bit rocky and they suggested going to the club with them. They told us it helped their relationship. Needless to say we went and eventually we swapped partners. I was unsure at first but Trish took me back to one of the rooms and I had some great sex.

"The atmosphere is so sexually charged. All these different couples seemed to be enjoying themselves, and with the booze flowing we just became a part of it. I have to say the sex was great but after I found out Cindy had been with Dave even before the club I got really pissed.

"She wasn't out to save our marriage but she figured we could have an open marriage. Looking back I knew that wasn't what I wanted. It was just the beginning of the end of our marriage," said Larry.

As Larry was talking, I saw the couples go back to their table. A few minutes later I saw Dave take Marge by the hand and lead her to the dance floor. Trish had gotten up and was dancing with Bill. Fred had gone back to his table and Cindy sat and was drinking her beverage.

"Larry, why do you still belong and come here? I would think you would hate it here."

"As I mentioned, at first I blamed the club but I realized it wasn't the club's fault that Cindy cheated on me. If it wasn't here it would have been someplace else. It was inevitable that our marriage was over.

"Now, as far as coming here, over half of the people are divorced. Most are in their late thirties on up so if I want any companionship it's a pretty easy place to get it. I don't mess with married women anymore. I did meet a woman two weeks ago when I was here. Her name was Barb and she has only been here twice.

"Believe it or not she came here with Cindy. She works with her. I spent some time with her when she was here and she doesn't belong here. Her husband was killed in an accident a year ago and she wanted to try and get out a little. Cindy brought her here.

"I told her about the type of place this was and that Cindy was my ex. I mentioned to her that I would like to take her somewhere for dinner but not here. She mentioned the party Saturday and I told her I wouldn't be there and if she would like to go out with me somewhere else to let me know. I'm supposed to contact her tomorrow. I know Cindy filled her mind with a lot of shit. It's up to her to sort it out," said Larry.

I looked down and Bill and Trish weren't in sight. I did see Marge dancing with Dave. He had his hands on her ass and was pulling her tight against him. I was pissed! More so because she was letting it happen. Why was she not pushing his hands away? I had to wonder if she had already been further with him.

I saw Dave whispering something to her and she shook her head no. I had no idea what they were saying to each other. Larry looked at me but didn't say anything. I guess because he has been through it all. I wanted to go down and knock Dave on his sorry ass and tell Marge to go to hell, but I was able to stay calm.

I asked Larry, "Where did Trish and Bill go? I didn't see them on the floor anywhere." As he was getting ready to tell me, the song ended and Dave and Marge went back to the table. Marge sat down and Dave took Cindy by the hand and onto the dance floor.

"The club doesn't allow open sex on the dance floor. There is always a little touching or groping such as Dave did a few minutes ago, but anything further you have to take to the rooms in the back. Back in the rooms most anything goes as long as they are consenting adults. I figured Bill took Trish back to get fucked."

We looked at the dance floor. There were probably twenty couples dancing; most were pretty intimate. When Larry saw Dave put his hand on Cindy's ass I heard him say, "She's still a fucking whore."

I knew he must still have some old feelings for her since they were married for eighteen years. He had one son who was a junior in high school and chose to live with his dad.

It wasn't long before we saw Cindy and Dave head to the rooms in back. "Fucking Goddamn slut!" said Larry.

I looked over at the table and this guy Fred was sitting there talking to Marge. I had to wonder if he was going to ask her to the back room.

"Larry, you said you met my wife a couple of weeks ago. She came here with Trish, Carol and Barb. At least that's what she told me. Do you know if she went to the back room with anyone?"

"I'm sorry Rob, but I don't remember all that well. I had my mind on Barb and we didn't go to the back. I do seem to recall seeing your wife dancing with a few men but don't think she went to the back. I believe she and Barb stayed out here but I'm fairly sure Trish and Cindy went to the back. Wish I could tell you more. When I met your wife she was pretty drunk, sorry."

We'd finished what food we wanted, left some money for the tab, and drained the beer, so I figured it was time to leave. We got up and Larry showed me some of the rooms that were upstairs. He said the ones downstairs were about the same but more of them. Basically they were small rooms with a full size bed. They had a nightstand and a rack to hang your clothes. There was also an extra chair for anyone that might be invited in to watch.

Each room had a door for privacy. To have a room for an hour the minimum was fifty dollars. It was for the cost of keeping the rooms clean. Bedding was changed after each use. There was also a couple of larger rooms with king-size beds that had picture windows in them. It was for the voyeurs who would sit outside and watch. To have a voyeur seat was twenty dollars. There was no time limit. Larry told me that a lot of the older people like in their seventies would come up and watch the couples having sex. Anyone could have a voyeur seat for the price.

It seemed there was always someone willing to be an exhibitionist. Their room fee was only thirty dollars. They made up the difference with the voyeurs.

It was time to face the music. We were heading downstairs and we walked over to where Marge was talking to Fred. Trish, Cindy and Don were nowhere to be scene. We knew they were back in the private rooms.

To say that Marge was shocked to see me would have been an understatement. Her mouth flew open as we walked toward her.

"Rob! What are you doing here? Are you following me?" asked Marge. "I didn't know you knew Larry." Larry just nodded hello to Marge.

Fred looked at us and quickly got up and left the table. We stood there while I talked to Marge. "I didn't follow you. In fact I forgot you were going out until I seen your note. I had no idea where you were going. Larry is a friend of my cousin Mike, you know Mike," she nodded.

"Anyway, you were so hell-bent on coming here Saturday that I wanted to see the place for myself. Larry told me it's five hundred dollars a couple or three hundred for a single to join for a year. There are other costs as well for using some of the amenities of the facility."

"Rob, how long have you been here?" asked Marge.

"Long enough," I replied. I figured she might be worried if I saw her with Dave earlier. "So, are you ready to go home?"

"I can't leave. I'm the designated driver. I have to wait for Trish and Cindy." I saw her look over at Larry. She knew he was Cindy's ex.

"Where's Barb tonight?" asked Larry.

"She said she didn't want to come to the club tonight," answered Marge.

"So, are you coming home with me or waiting for your friends?"

She gave me what seemed to be a mean look. "And just leave my friends with no way home? I could never do that to them," said Marge.

"Well, let's go Larry. Thanks for showing me around." I looked back over at Marge and said, "Your friends could have rode home with Dave since he's here."

"Rob wait! Please! We need to talk," said Marge, as we just kept walking out the door. She must have figured that if we saw Dave then we probably saw her letting him grope her.

Larry and I didn't talk much on the way home. I thanked him for showing me around and told him I didn't expect to be a member. I wished him the best with Barb and I headed for home.

I was pissed. I had to wonder if my marriage was over. I found out one thing for sure. I didn't like anyone touching my wife. It was a fantasy I wished would never have happened. I knew I didn't want to talk to Marge tonight. A night that we usually would have great sex turned into a nightmare for me.

I got my clothes for the next day and alarm clock out of our bedroom and went to sleep in the spare room. I locked the door and did my best to try and sleep. An hour or so later I heard Marge come in. She called for me but I didn't answer.

She knocked on the bedroom door. "Rob, we need to talk." I heard her but was not in any mood to talk. I know it wouldn't go well. I heard her walk away and go into our bedroom. Eventually I fell asleep and woke up to my alarm clock.

I quickly got dressed and left the house so I wouldn't have to talk to Marge. I even left my cell phone on the table in case she tried to call me. She knew better than to call the factory. They would only accept emergency phone calls.

It was a hell of a day but I kept busy. I knew I would have to talk to her sometime but I wanted to get my thoughts straight instead of just having a yelling match.

I got off at my regular time on Friday and went home. I went through the house and it looked like she might have gotten up late since she probably didn't hear the clock go off this morning.

I could see where she threw her clothes from the night before and hadn't made the bed so I figure she was running late. I guess I was feeling somewhat sorry for myself and didn't want to talk to her. I remember when I talked to her on Wednesday that she said she was going shopping with her friends to buy a new outfit for the party.

The more I thought about the fucking party the more pissed off I got. I decided I wasn't spending the night at the house. I would spend the night at a motel and try and get my head on straight. I had never walked out on her and did this before. It looked like the beginning of the end of our marriage.

It's just that her wanting to be with her friends at the party and seeing her with Dave, and her letting him grope her, I knew I couldn't live this way. I decided to leave her a note.

Dear Marge

I'm staying at a motel for two nights to help clear my mind. I'm working Saturday and will be home Sunday to talk to you and figure out where we go from here. I owe you that much. I saw you with Dave and you didn't try to stop him when he was mauling your ass. I can't live with an open marriage or swinging life style.

I know now that Dave and Trish aren't even married and live a swingers' lifestyle. I found out that they brought Cindy into it also. It looks like they convinced you that it's what you need. I'm sorry but I want nothing to do with that club or your friends.

I feel that I'm partially responsible for our marriage problem. We always talked about you with other men and it looks like you took it from fantasy to reality. I don't want to be part of it. We'll tell the girls that we are getting a divorce and I believe we can both be adults about it.

Have fun at your April Fools Party. I know your friends were hoping to help you make a cuckold fool out of me, if you haven't already. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for.

Rob

I didn't even sign it with love because it wasn't a loving letter.I was at odds with myself. Marge and I have been through a number of rough patches in our life. The one thing that always held us together was our honesty to each other and discussing our problems. We didn't always agree on everything but we were able to work it out.

I wasn't sure if we could do it this time. If she went to the party and got fucked by Dave or some other man I know our lifetime commitment of being together would be over. I had to wonder if she had already been with Dave or anyone else.

I went and picked up a pizza and found a cheap motel for the two nights. I told her I worked Saturday but I didn't. I just didn't want to be there while she got ready for her party. Arguing with her about it would solve nothing. Even if I talked her out of going, doesn't mean she wouldn't go another time.

I went to the bar and drank a couple of beers. I was hit on by a woman and actually thought of taking her to my room and fucking the shit out of her but then I was still married and wouldn't be any better than what Marge was doing.

I stopped and bought a pizza and a twelve pack of beer and headed to my room. As soon as I went in and turned on the TV there was a hard knock on my door. I answered it and it was Marge.

She pushed her way into my room and started in on me.

"What the hell are you doing!" She was yelling at me. "I came home from the club yesterday and you were in the guest room. Ok, I figured you were mad that I didn't come home with you and we'd talk it over in the morning.

"Then you leave for work without waking me up. I went to call you after getting up late and you left your phone on the table. All day I was mad that you avoided me. I get home from work and find this letter about you leaving me. I spent an hour calling motels to find out where you were. What the hell is going on?"

I sat there and listened to what she said. I thought she would be a little saddened but she was mad as hell at me. "Come over and sit down, have a beer and a piece of pizza and we'll talk."

She did sit down and took a beer. "What's going on Rob? Is there someone else? Who is it?"

I was getting seriously pissed. "Yeah! There's someone else. Your fucking friends. I was happy to see that after Becky got married that you found some friends to hang with. Even when you went out with them you came home and we made love and it was great.

"As of late I can tell you have been hiding things from me. Your friends are swingers and I'm pretty sure you know it. The club you want to go to and have been to a number of times is a swingers' club. You're a smart woman and I know you knew it.

"Now you're trying to involve me in it so you can fuck around without considering it cheating. For all I know you been going there for a while. There is no way I'm going to be a cuckold husband or at least stay one."

"Rob, you have it wrong on so many levels." She was mellowing down a little but still mad. "Let's begin with Dave and Trish not being married. I found it out last week but I didn't think it was a big deal. Lots of people live together now a days. I hadn't mentioned it to you because we haven't talked for over a week," she replied.

"What about the club? Why did you want to go there so bad.? Last week you told me while you were drunk on something that you let men rub your tits and ass. Of course then there's the fact that you let Dave rub his cock against you. Yes, I saw it. I also saw that you let him rub your ass and you didn't even attempt to stop him. Care to elaborate on that?

"I have to wonder how long this cheating has been going on," I stared at Marge and took a big swallow out of my beer.

"Let me start with the club. I have only been there twice. I've never lied to you. I didn't know it was a swingers' bar until yesterday. I did know that it was a bar for people more our age and thought we could go there once in a while. It does have a pretty happy atmosphere.

"The first time I went I got drunk. I think Trish or Cindy put some kind of drug in my drink. I remember dancing with a few guys but not much more. On the way home Trish and Cindy told me I was into it and let men grope me. Even being drunk I can't picture me letting that happen without me stopping them.

"I honestly don't remember but I called Barb the next day. She spent the night dancing with your friend Larry. Trish and Cindy disappeared for almost an hour. I asked Barb what I did and she told me that men did touch me but I kept telling them to stop and that I kept pushing their hands away.

"She said that I kept telling them that I was happily married and eventually went back to our table."

"What about yesterday with Dave?" I said, still rather pissed off.

This time Marge was a bit more subdued. "I was wrong in letting it happen but I wanted revenge against what you did. I shouldn't have had done it."

"Me! What the hell did I do? You let Dave rub your ass and didn't even stop him and you want to blame me? What the hell is the matter with you? I should have went down and broke his fucking neck!"

"The first time I danced with him, it might have been before you got there, he kept putting his hand on my ass and I told him to stop. He told me he was getting even because you put your hands in Trish's bathing suit when we were in their hot tub.

"I stopped dancing with him and told Trish I wanted to talk with her. She told me it was true but all in fun. She said when I went to the bathroom and Dave was making us drinks that you put your hands down her swimsuit on her pussy and fingered her for a couple of minutes till you heard us coming out.

"Is it true? Did you do that? That's why I let Dave grab my ass to get even but it made me feel like I cheated on you. Dave asked me to go to the back room with him and I told him 'no way!' I would never cheat on you Rob. As God as my witness I've never been with another man. So, can you say the same thing? Did you feel her pussy or not?"

"The truth is yes, I did but it wasn't the way she told you. After you and Dave went inside she stood up and pulled her bottoms down. She had a shaved pussy. She grabbed my hand and rubbed it against her for a few seconds. She laughed and told me if I played my cards right I could probably have some of it.

"When I pulled my hand back she told me that you were probably getting your ass rubbed by Dave in the kitchen. When you came out you were adjusting your bathing suit."

"For Christ sake Rob! Dave never got near me! I just came out of the bathroom and was adjusting my suit to get back in the hot tub. Rob, I love you and only you," replied Marge.

"That's why I told you I didn't trust Trish or Dave. I didn't know Cindy till Larry showed me pictures of her fucking both Dave and Bill. I don't want to be with other women like that. All I want is you. I'm getting older and I know the things you like and dislike. I'm set in my ways but will do whatever it takes to make you happy as long as it's just you and me.

"If you love me the way you say you do then I don't want you going to that club and I don't want you being close friends with either Trish or Cindy. So I guess I'm giving you a ultimatum. A life with me or with your swinging friends and a club full of lonely people."

"I choose you!" said Marge and kissed me. We removed the pizza off the bed and Marge lay on my bed.

I told her that I had the room paid for the two nights and we might as well enjoy it. She told me she didn't bring any clothes and I told her she didn't need any. We both stripped and she lay on the bed.

I started by massaging her feet. She loved to have her feet rubbed. Next I moved up to her legs and rubbed both of them. When I got to her thighs she smiled and spread her legs. She bent her knees as I moved in on her pussy.

"Rob, I love you and only you. I don't need anyone but you."

I buried my face against her pussy. To say she was wet would be an understatement. I sucked and kissed her pussy to her moans and groans.

"Rob, let me do you too." I rolled over on my back and she got on top of me and we were going at it in the sixty-nine position. God I loved sucking on her pussy. The nice thing was I knew the things that turned her on.

The more I did for her, the more I got out of it. I asked her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. I began spanking her. I told her it was for being a bad girl and letting other men touch her. I actually spanked her kind of hard, but she didn't complain.

My cock was rock hard as I pushed it into her doggie style. Since all the foreplay I knew it wouldn't take long to come. I shoved my cock hard into her. I came hard and felt her scream out as her pussy squeezed my cock. I stayed in her till she squeezed every bit of cum I had built up.

I got off of her and she rolled over. She went to get up and I told her she didn't need to clean up just yet. As she sat up I handed her a beer and a slice of pizza. She smiled at me as we both sat on the bed naked.

"Let's talk about it. What about your friends and the April Fools Party? Do you intend on going?"

"God no! I'd never go without you. I knew sex went on at the club but that didn't mean everyone had to do it. There are a lot of people that go there for the atmosphere. I figured if we went you would be my protector but now I know that Trish and Dave had other ideas. I don't want to have anything to do with them.

"After I read your note I called Trish and told her we wouldn't be going to the party. I'll let her know Monday that we can be friends at work but that I have no intention of going out with her or Cindy ever again. I promise I will never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I love you so much. I'm sorry if I've been a bitch."

After we ate I turned off the lights and we got under the sheets naked. We cuddled with her back to me and my cock against her ass. It wasn't long before she changed positions slightly and I pushed my cock into her pussy. I whispered in her ear what about having her ass and she told me, "Take me out tomorrow and get me drunk and you can have it."

After our love making we fell asleep. In the morning I woke up while she was still sleeping and took a shower and got dressed. I went over to the restaurant and got us some coffee and Danish rolls. I know she always liked them.

When I returned she was in the shower. After getting out of the shower she had to put on the same clothes she wore yesterday. She thanked me for the coffee and Danish.

She was smiling at me and I knew she wanted to ask me something. "What? I know you want something," I said.

"Well, since I didn't go shopping yesterday and you might be taking me out tonight, and of course I have nothing to wear; will you take me shopping?"

One thing I was never good at was going shopping. Every time she asked me I told her to ask our daughters to go with her. I looked at her and said, "Ok, but don't make this a habit." We both laughed.

I gave Larry a call and told him the good news that Marge and I talked over our relationship and asked him if he and Barb were going out tonight. He told me they were but she didn't want to go to the club and neither did he. I asked him if he wanted to go out with us for dinner and a few drinks.

He told me that Barb liked Marge and was worried about her falling into Cindy's way of life and that she would be glad to hear about us. I told him what time I would pick them up and the women could decide where they wanted to go.

When I mentioned it to Marge, she was happy. She said she really liked Barb. Knowing what the club was like, she was a bit worried about Larry. I told her the story about Larry and Cindy and how they got into the club lifestyle. She felt better about Larry after that.

We went shopping and I help her pick out a couple of outfits. We were actually having fun. While she was trying on one outfit I snuck in her dressing room and put my hand over her panties and squeezed her crotch.

She told me to get out and let her change clothes. She was laughing hard when we heard a voice. "There are other people here, please take your love making elsewhere, thank you."

We both laughed. "I'm sorry," replied Marge as she scooted me out of the dressing room. We also went to Victoria's Secret and I bought her two pair of panties. We could have bought ten pair for the same price anywhere else but I did it for her. She's never bought any there before and probably never will again.

I ended up driving by the house so she could pick up some of her makeup and things. We stopped by our daughter Ruth's place just to say hi and hug our grandson who was two years old. While shopping my wife picked up a couple of things for the baby.

Ruth was happy to see us. We stayed for while and told her we were having a night out and even staying in a motel. She thought it was romantic and hoped she and her husband Joe could be like us twenty plus years up the road.

We went back to our room and got dressed. Marge looked beautiful and I made sure I told her so. We picked up Larry and Barb. The girls were so happy to see each other. There was no talk of the club as we headed to the Outback Steakhouse. That's what the girls wanted. We got a pitcher of beer and all talked about our jobs.

After dinner we stopped by a lounge and danced for a couple of hours. I did dance with Barb and Larry with Marge but it was nice with no flirting. When I danced with Marge I slid my hand down to her ass. She let it be for a half minute and then pushed it back up to her waist. "Save that for later," she told me. She really didn't like getting groped in public.

After dropping of Larry and Barb we went back to our motel. We had over a half hour of foreplay. After rubbing her feet, because they hurt from the dancing, and her legs, I ate her pussy again. As I pushed my cock in her she moaned and groaned. After she came I pulled out of her; I hadn't come yet.

"A promise is a promise," she told me as she turned over and I smacked her on the ass and put my cock at her anal opening.

"Honey, just please go slow," she said.

I kept putting my cock from her wet pussy to her ass to get it wet enough before entering her. I went slow and easy before pumping my cock. I could hear her telling me it was ok to give her more, which I did. She was now into it but we just went slow.

After about ten minutes I came in her ass. "Honey, I feel it! I feel you coming in my ass. I love you so much."

It was tight but I liked it. She told me she had to clean up. She would have a hard time sleeping with my cum dribbling out her ass. I had to laugh as she went and cleaned up.

Epilogue
Our life was more back to normal. We had sex a couple of times a week. We became good friends with Larry and Barb. We visited our kids or them us at least once a week. Marge realized she didn't lose her kids, she could see them anytime she wanted to. They called her pretty much daily.

Marge said she told Trish that her lifestyle wasn't for her. She was a one man woman and was happily married. Marge said they hardly talked after that. They were just courteous to each other at work.

Barb said she transferred to a different department at work where she rarely saw Dave or Bill. She and Larry are very happily dating and Larry loves her kids. His son is happy for his father. There maybe a marriage in the future but they are taking it slow.

Barb called Marge and said she had some juicy gossip. It seems that Trish got pregnant and not sure who the sperm donor is. Dave won't marry her and she wanted to keep the baby but not sure now.

She also said that one night outside the club they found Dave a bloody mess. Someone beat the living shit out of him and he's not sure who did it or at least afraid to tell.

Marge asked me if I had heard about it and I told her my cousin Mike and Larry both told me. I just wanted her to hear it from someone else.

She asked me if either me or Larry knew who did it and I replied, "I love you Marge. Let's just leave it at that."

Hope you enjoyed my story.

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