My Wife and I Swap At A Work Conference

This particular story occurred a little more than a year ago. I apologize for it being a bit on the longer side, but I wanted to add in every last detail I remembered, and the sexiest part was the build up before the sex anyways.

My wife Hayley and I were at a conference for a work/side gig we engage in. We were there for 4 days, were presenting on one of our expertises, and planned to use the long weekend to catch up with friends in the field from around the country. We had no plans for swapping or hotwifing. But spontaneity is always fun.

The conference included a dance on Saturday night, which is funny considering most attendees are in their 30s and 40s and our clubbing days are far behind us. But as a result, it’s fun to see hundreds of people let go of their inhibitions, responsibilities, and knee pain and pretend to be teenagers at homecoming again.

My wife and I aren’t particularly big on dancing. But we love snacking so we mostly hung around near the back of the giant hotel ballroom and people watched and chatted with others over the loud music.

Jean and I were chatting and according to my wife, flirting. I’d never met Jean before, but Hayley had known her for a few years. Jean is tall, blonde, and in pretty good shape without putting in too much effort. She looks like one of those late 30s moms who effortlessly looks good all the time.

At least I thought she was in her 30s. She made a comment about being 42 and I couldn’t believe her. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I told her. “You seriously could pass as 10 years younger if you cared to.”

Jean laughed a bit and gave me this side-eye smile. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m ok with being in my 40s. I’m more confident now than I was back then anyways.”

“And you have every right to be!” I responded.

My wife, standing on the other side of Jean rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry about my husband, he doesn’t know when his flirting crosses the line into cringe territory,” she interrupted.

Jean burst out laughing. “You two are hilarious together.” She had to lean down a bit so her voice made it to my significantly shorter wife over the loud music. “I love that it doesn’t bother you for him to chat like this. Some wives would claw their men’s eyes out for having a conversation with other women.”

My wife gave me a knowing look. “I know at the end of the day he goes home with me,” she said, again shooting me a quick look. “It’s my burden,” she added, eliciting another laugh out of her friend.

Jean ended up finding some liquid courage and jumping onto the dance floor, leaving me and my wife alone while surrounded by others. “I was seriously just being nice!” I told my wife as she gave me a skeptical smile.

“Nice, I’m sure. And if she invited you up to her room I’m sure you’d tell her no of course, right?”

I love when Hayley feigns jealousy. After the experiences we’ve had in the lifestyle, there’s no room jealousy anymore, so when she pretends to be bothered about me with another woman, it’s a fun change of pace.

“Well it wouldn’t be nice to deny your friend something she wants, right?” I responded with a shit-eating grin. She rolled her eyes at me.

About 30 minutes later I had lost track of my wife and ended up finding her in the hotel lobby with Vanessa and her husband Brad, another couple we’d met previously at one of these conferences and built a friendship with.

Hayley is far more of a social butterfly than I am so I hung back and let her chat with her friends. I noticed a few minutes later that Jean had joined them as well and the four of them were having a great time. Jean saw me and waved me over.

“Babe, do you want to go hang out in Vanessa and Brad’s room? The conference gave them one of those giant suites as a perk for being keynote speakers,” my wife asked.

I’m always eager to pick a quieter, less chaotic setting than a dance party with increasingly intoxicated 30-40 somethings, so I quickly agreed. The 5 of us made our way up to the suite and away from the booming music and dancing.

The room was quite nice, with a living room that had multiple couches and a separate bedroom and kitchenette. Much nicer than the basic hotel room they’d provided for us on the same floor.

“The dance is fun, but it’s a bit uncomfortable to watch a bunch of adults act like horny college kids trying to get laid,” Brad said as we sat down.

“Imagine coming to this conference to get laid,” I responded.

“You’re not seriously that ignorant, are you babe?” my wife chimed in. “Every year there’s drama over who slept with who.”

“Wait seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah, all the big YouTubers are like the jocks and there’s a cohort of women that are throwing themselves at them,” Vanessa added.

I thought about it for a second and realized there was a particularly strange dynamic across the entire weekend. “Aren’t most of them married, and not to each other?”

My wife at times thinks my obliviousness is cute. “Babe. They’re not angels here.”

Jean was sitting next to me. She put her hand on my arm and sarcastically said, “Oh you sweet summer child, you didn’t know you were at a swinger convention?”

That got a laugh out of everyone. Hayley and I made eye contact across the room. If only they knew.

But I also noticed out of the corner of my eye Vanessa and Brad giving each other a knowing look.

“I must have missed the upside down pineapples everywhere,” I joked.

“That’s not even a real thing. It’s a meme from what I’ve seen,” Brad added.

Now, I don’t know Brad particularly well. I’d only met him the year before. But I could tell he was bad at bullshitting. His feigning ignorance about swinging culture wasn’t convincing.

Jean picked up on it too. “Oh? Have you done your research on this? Watch out Vanessa, seems like your husband would like to attend a different kind of convention,” she said with a knowing smile.

Brad shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Vanessa moved to say something but hesitated.

I know the feeling. It’s happened to Hayley and I. When you’re jokingly accused of having an open marriage but then you realize any denial would be unconvincing. It was uncomfortable but also hilarious from the outside.

“Omg, are you guys seriously…” Jean’s voice trailed off.

An awkward silence descended on the room. “I mean…” Vanessa started. “It’s not like what most people think…it’s just…”

I felt bad for them. I looked at my wife. We’d been at it long enough that we have unspoken signals that we can convey just with our eyes. She gave me a knowing look.

I interrupted. “Hey man, no one’s judging here. Hayley and I aren’t exactly traditional ourselves.”

Brad’s eyes had been glued to the floor for a while as his cheeks grew red. He finally looked up. “Oh wait, seriously?” I wouldn’t have guessed.

Jean looked back and forth between the four of us. “Wait a minute…you…and you guys too?…Wait is this actually a secret swinger convention and I’m the only one who doesn’t know??”

That broke the tension and got everyone to laugh and be a bit more at ease. With the cat out of the bag, the four of us gave Jean a crash course on open marriages, swinging, hotwifing, the whole thing.

It turns out that while Vanessa and Brad were swingers like us, they tended towards a more cuckold-type situation, which Jean found fascinating. Hayley and I spoke in general terms about some of our experiences and how we’ve avoided jealousy and other pitfalls in the lifestyle.

“So if I wasn’t here you all would probably all be jumping into bed together, huh?” Jean asked at one point.

“Who said you being here is going to stop us?” my wife joked. The gauged Jean’s reaction and couldn’t tell if she took the joke seriously. “It’s not like that. You don’t just fuck anyone, usually we have to get to know them first.”

“Oh do you not know us well enough?” Vanessa teased.

“She makes an excellent point,” I told my wife, daring her to take me seriously.

The vibe of the room was slowly shifting. While all five of us were laid-back and unserious people, the mood was moving from joking to something more erotic. Speaking for myself, my mind began to wander towards the idea of actually swapping with Vanessa and Brad. I could tell others minds were similarly wandering.

Vanessa was the boldest of the five of us. “If this conversation keeps at it, I might need to drag Brad into the bedroom for a few minutes before rejoining the group,” she said as her body shifted a bit.

“Why take Brad when you can take my husband,” my wife asked.

That cat was really out of the bag now. Everyone’s body language was screaming that this was quickly shifting away from educating Jean about the nuances of swinging to exploring the idea of an actual swap. It was clear everyone was interested in where this could go.

“I do love making Brad wait outside while I have my fun…” Vanessa retorted, poking her husband in the side as a tease.

“If you leave the poor guy out here I may need to take care of him,” my wife said as she looked Brad up and down in a very obvious manner.

“Oh damn, should I leave and let you all do your thing?” Jean asked.

“Are you kidding? Half the fun of the lifestyle is being watched…If you’re comfortable with that,” I added. “Or you could just join. I doubt anyone would mind.”

All this was still hypothetical teasing. I don’t know that anyone had made the firm decision to fuck yet.

“I had a threesome in college once. It started out with me just watching but I couldn’t help join.”

“Well then, feel free to relive your college years,” Vanessa said. She stood up, marking a crossing of the Rubicon. She held out her hand for me and motioned towards the bedroom.

I looked at my wife. She smiled wide at me, encouraging me to join her friend. I took Vanessa’s hand.

“Sooo ground rules,” Vanessa said in a very official voice. “I’m on birth control. And we test very regularly.” The implication was clear.

“The same with us,” my wife added.

Brad smiled. “So, no condoms?”

“No condoms,” I responded.

Vanessa yanked me to the bedroom. She sat on the bed as I moved to close the door. “Leave it,” she said. “I like having an audience.”

I looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed. Tight black jeans and a white tank top perfectly framed her petite body. She’s short, like my wife, but Latina. So her tan skin glowed in the soft light of the bedside table.

The teasing had been enough. I needed physical touch. I tackled her, pushing her onto the bed as my lips found hers. She purred underneath me. “I love when a guy takes charge,” she breathed into my ear.

“So no long, drawn out teasing?” I asked while a smile, inches from her lips.

“If you could feel how wet I am, you’d know I don’t need that,” she responded.

“I will feel it. In time.”

I reached up and grasped one of her tits over her top. Her breasts were smaller than my wife’s but still more than ample. I massaged it as she began to moan. Her hand reached between my legs, grabbing my rapidly hardening dick.

I kissed her again, now grabbing her ass with my free hand, pushing her into the mattress. I’d admired her ass from afar before, and its curves fit into my hand perfectly.

“I’m glad you guys got outed as swingers,” I said as i massaged her. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on this ass for a while.”

“It’s all yours for tonight. I can tell you’re thicker than Brad,” she said as she stroked my dick over my pants. “I can’t wait to have this inside me.”

“You guys are really into the cuck thing, huh?”

“At times,” she responded. “I like to tease him and plus I’m a bit of a size queen. He’s average sometimes I need more and he knows it.”

“Then here’s what you’re going to do. You and I are both going to get naked and walk back out there. I’ll sit on the couch and I want you to suck my cock. Put on a show. Try to distract him away from Hayley.”

Vanessa smiled and we wasted no time shedding our clothes. Within seconds she stood before me, completely bare. She grabbed my dick and led me back out to the living room.

Brad was sitting next to my wife, deep in the middle of a kiss as his hand was up her skirt and she groped at his dick over his pants. Jean was still sitting on the opposite couch, watching intently.

I sat right next to Jean. Brad’s attention shifted away from my wife. Vanessa kissed him briefly. “Baby, look at his thick cock. He’s going to fuck me good. And you’re going to watch.”

Vanessa got on her knees and immediately swallowed my dick into her mouth. Jean gasped next to me and all the attention was on my dick and Vanessa’s mouth for a moment before Brad went back to fingering my wife over her panties. She pushed his hand away so she could take her skirt and panties off, giving him better access.

We made eye contact across the room. Being pleased by a couple at the same time is always fun for us. Doing it with an audience in Jean made it even better.

“You haven’t run out of the room in shock yet,” I joked as Vanessa continued to work my dick.

“I’m more turned on than shocked,” she responded, her voice a bit huskier than before.

“I can take care of that,” I said with a smirk.

“You seem a bit preoccupied.”

I held up my hands. “Not entirely,” I joked.

She smiled and relaxed a bit. I tested her boundaries by putting my right hand on her left thigh. She inhaled quickly. I traced up her thigh until I got to the warmth emanating from between her legs. She was wearing yoga pants so I could feel her pretty well. I pressed two fingers against her pussy, causing her to moan.

Hayley was shaken out of her trance and looked at what I was doing. “You’re never satisfied, are you?” she asked.

“Not even close,” I responded.

I leaned over and kissed Jean’s neck. She turned her head to press her lips against mine. I pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing a pair of large, but perky tits topped with hard pink nipples, a nice contrast compared to the dark nipples on Vanessa’s small tits.

I reached into her yoga pants but she pulled my hand away. I thought she was establishing a boundary until she stood up and stripped them off.

“I want your tongue,” she said.

I adjusted myself so I was laying on the couch. Vanessa continued to suck me off, now teasing my balls with her tongue while she traced a finger around my head. Jean swung her leg over my head and sat firmly on my face. I grabbed her hips and began to devour her pussy. She tasted sweet on my tongue, with a thick white nectar that was building inside her and told me how horny she was.

It didn’t take long for her to cum. I reached up and pinched her nipples as she went over the edge. Her pussy got even wetter, soaking my beard, but I dared not complain.

When she finally got off me, I looked to the other couch and found my wife riding Brad’s dick. She looked at me with the mindless horny desire in her eyes I know all too well.

“Babe. I needed this fuck so bad,” she moaned at me. I looked to her ass and saw his dick going in and out of her stretched out pussy. She was bouncing on him slowly, but he was also thrusting up into her.

“Your pussy looks so good wrapped around another man’s dick babe,” I told her.

She nodded. “It’s so so good. I want his cum.”

“Inside you?”

She nodded again. “In my pussy. Can I be your naughty hotwife slut tonight?”

I kissed her deeply. “Be as naughty as you want to be. Don’t just fuck him. Make love to him. Feel every inch inside of you. Embrace it.”

She dropped her head onto his chest. She began to moan loudly and grind on him. I was shocked, but she began to orgasm. I was shocked because it’s rare she cums without direct stimulation on her clit. In fact it’s particularly rare that happens with anyone but me.

Her entire body shuddered as he slowly pumped in and out of her. I have no idea how he resisted cumming too.

I looked back at Vanessa and Jean, both nude and sitting on the couch. I pulled Vanessa up and lightly wrapped a hand around her neck. “To the bed. Now,” I ordered her, remembering that she likes being submissive. She almost ran to the bedroom, her round ass bouncing along the way.

I looked at Jean. “You too.”

She squealed and followed Vanessa.

Before going around the corner I looked at my wife again. She was breathing heavily and resting her head on Brad’s chest.

I looked to the two women I had to myself. They were both laid out on the bed, legs spread wide.

“Do you need a condom?” I asked Jean.

“No,” she said deeply. “I’m on BC and haven’t had sex in months, so I’m clean.”

“Months?” I asked. “Let’s fix that.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I didn’t waste any time. I didn’t tease. I positioned my dick at her gaping hole and pushed all the way into her.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” she yelled. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” She seemed like she was losing control of her faculties.

I pushed deep into her and held it there, flexing my pelvic floor to push just a bit more blood into my dick and expanding inside of her.

Vanessa stood up and wrapped her arms around me from behind. “Fuck her good,” she whispered, an inch from my ear. “But your cum is mine.”

I fucked Jean for a few more minutes before pulling out of her. “I’m getting too close,” I told her as I caught my breath. She nodded and looked to Vanessa.

Vanessa held my dick in her hands and sucked it for a few seconds. “You taste good,” she told Jean, who immediately blushed.

She got on her hands and knees and tapped the side of her ass, signaling for me to get behind her.

She looked back at me. “Treat me like your fuck toy,” she said in a sultry voice.

But before I could enter her, we heard loud slapping sounds from the living room. I craned my neck to see my wife on all fours on the couch, with Brad furiously fucking her from behind.

“Fuuuuuuck meeeee!” she moaned. “Cum inside me!!!”

Brad grunted and held onto her hips. He unloaded inside my wife while she rubbed her clit to undoubtedly another orgasm.

I looked back at Vanessa in front of me, in the same position as my wife, similarly ready to receive another man’s load. I rubbed my head up and down her lips before pushing into her.

She was tight. One of the tightest pussies I’d ever been inside. And the position made her pussy clasp onto me with a grip I’d never felt.

“Fuck you’re tight,” I moaned as I slowly moved in and out of her.

“I need regular hung cocks to keep me satisfied,” she replied. “Now fuck me and cum in me. Give it to me.”

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and made her arch her back. I pulled her up towards me. “What do you want?” I asked.

“Your cum,” she replied breathlessly as I pushed deep into her.

“Does your husband’s cum satisfy you?”

I wanted to lean into the cuck dynamic she has with her husband a bit more.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “No. No it doesn’t. I need yours.”

“Don’t forget how I stretch you out,” I commanded. I smacked her ass for good measure.

“Fuck!” she yelled. “Ok please! Please. Cum with me.”

I grunted and slammed into her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around my dick. She milked the cum out of me with her orgasm. I let out stream after stream of hot cum into her wet pussy. I pulled out to see it pool around the entrance to her cunt before I pushed back into her, eliciting another series of moans and “fuck!”s out of her.

We collapsed onto the bed next to Jean, who reached out to stroke my back lightly. I felt my dick twitch one more time inside Vanessa as I began to wonder how long it’ll be before I was ready to fuck again.