1975 – A year to remember

I remember that crisp Saturday morning in January of 1975 very well. Bobby Thompson had called and asked that we get together for coffee. He said that there was something very important he wanted to talk to me about and thought I’d be interested. I thought that he was being a little too mysterious and overly dramatic, but I agreed to meet him at the neighborhood coffee shop. I arrived early that morning and was sipping coffee when Bobby came through the door.
“Morning,” Bobby grinned as he looked back and forth around the restaurant.
A waitress came to the table and Bobby ordered a coffee.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Tell me this,” he said as she left to get his coffee. “What do you like best about our Saturday night games?” He was referring to the adult board games that we and our wives had been playing every other Saturday night for a number of weeks.
“That’s easy,” I responded. “It’s getting drunk, getting naked, and messing around with the girls.”
“Right,” confirmed Bobby, “but, think about this: We waste a whole lot of time playing the game when the whole object is to get around to messing with the girls. Right? I’m proposing that we just do away with the game and go straight to the messing around with each others spouses.”
I was baffled by his line of reasoning. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Bobby.”
“Hear me out. We can fool around with our own wives anytime. The kick is doing it with someone else’s spouse, right? Look, we have already been doing a lot of messing around when we get together for our games.” Bobby said. “The whole idea of our playing the silly board games was, like you said, to drink a lot, get naked, and do some heavy petting with our own wife and with each other’s wife. Hey all we would do with this is cut out the game board and go directly to the messing around part!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you see? We just all agree to do what we’ve been doing all along, but just cut out the game, get naked, and mess around with each others spouse.”
My response was immediate. “Naw, that wouldn’t fly with the girls.” I looked at Bobby, “I’m pretty sure my Cindy wouldn’t agree to do this type of fooling around. Getting drunk, naked, and playing around under the guise of a sex game is one thing, …. But, this is altogether different. I just don’t think that it would fly with the girls. What about Ellen? You don’t think that she’d be interested, do you?”
“Oh yeah … I’ve already talked about this with her and she’s very interested.”
“Hmmmm,” I thought for a few seconds and then said, “If I actually proposed this, Cindy could really get angry with me for even suggesting it.”
“Why don’t you just explore the possibilities and see what happens,” Bobby suggested.

That night I brought up the subject as tactfully as I could. “Bobby approached me about an interesting concept this morning … He suggested that we change what happens at our Saturday night dinner parties.”
“Yeah,” Cindy answered slowly. “Like change what?”
“He said that the whole idea of our playing the silly board games is to drink a lot get naked and do some heavy petting with our own spouse and with each other’s spouse.”
“…. And how does he propose we change the game?”
“Well, he proposes that we cut out the game board and go directly to the messing around.”
“That sounds just like a man,” she said somewhat disgustedly. “All you all think about is sex! What else did he suggest?”
“Well,” I continued, “He also says that we can fool around with our own spouses anytime. The kick is doing it with someone else’s. He proposes that we mostly fool around with each other’s spouses.”
“I don’t like the sound of the whole thing. This is wife swapping,” she exclaimed. “Naw,” I countered, “it’s just what we’ve been doing for weeks. It’s just kissing, heavy petting, and just playing around … he’s not proposing anything more than what we’ve been doing.”
Cindy groaned, “Yeah, right.”
“Bobby said it just means we’d be enjoying hours of foreplay without all the problems that would be created if we ever had sex with the other’s spouse.”
“You mean like kissing and touching only?” Cindy asked. “I can’t believe you could take me messing around with another man.”
“If you were doing it without my knowledge, I wouldn’t like it a bit,” I responded, “but this way we are in the same room and I can see exactly what you are doing and you can see exactly what im doing. Also no one ever does something they don’t want to do. You know what happens when we play the games: We get good and hot and then we then run home and screw like crazy. All these things are the preparatory games for fucking each other.”
“I don’t think I could do anything more than kissing and touching with Bobby. I assume that you and Ellen would be fooling around at the same time, right?”
“That’s the idea, but since we are all together in the same room, it keeps everyone under control.”
“How far do we go? We have masturbated each other sometimes. Ellen has masturbated Bobby until he came a lot. She did that the last time we were together. I did the same to you a couple of weeks ago … and you’ve pushed your fingers in my pussy a lots, but this is different. How far are we going to go with Ellen and Bobby?”
“That’s something that we would all have to agree on before we start,” I responded. Cindy leaned back and looked directly at me.
“You and Bobby are really serious aren’t you? I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to Ellen about this.”
“Well,” I thought to myself, “at least she hadn’t rejected the idea outright.”

The following weekend we were scheduled to go to the Thompson’s house for dinner and games on Saturday night. Perhaps this would be a good time to identify all the participants and what brought us all together at this point in our lives.