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  My Story

  Confessions of a Swinger

  Nicci Greene

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  © 2010 Nicci Greene. All rights reserved.

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  First published by AuthorHouse 10/13/2010

  ISBN: 978-1-4490-3842-7 (sc)

  ISBN: 978-1-4678-8099-2 (eBook)

  Contents

  Chapter One – How We Met

  Chapter Two – Our First Time

  Chapter Three – Getting Together Was Complicated

  Chapter Four – Married Life

  Chapter Five – Porn

  Chapter Six – Threesome

  Chapter Seven – Swinging

  Chapter Eight – Keys In A Bowl

  Chapter Nine – It Didn’t Always Work Out

  Chapter Ten - The Young Guy

  Chapter Eleven- Two Guys, One Night

  Chapter Twelve - The Elderly Man

  Chapter Thirteen – My Husband’s Boss

  Chapter Fourteen – The Photographer

  Chapter Fifteen – The Internet

  Chapter Sixteen - The Villa

  Chapter One – How We Met

  I met my husband at work, he was my boss and when I first met him he made me shudder not with excitement but with fear. When he entered the room he had such a presence that everyone scurried around pretending to work hard at least when he was there. I didn’t look at him in a sexual way and don’t even know if I was attracted to him at first. When I think back now though he did look awfully dashing in his suit. He was a tall man with short dark hair, a slim build with broad shoulders and carried a suit very well. He always wore dark suits but with bright ties that looked like he had a fun side but that never showed in work. He was always serious, professional and demanding but I guess he allowed his guard to drop sometimes near me which at first I didn’t notice. It was a while before I realised that he spent more time in our office than the others and even longer before I realised he spent more time around my desk than anywhere else.

  His presence did not allow idle chit chat nor did his demeanour make it possible to make small talk with him so it was a surprise when he said good morning to me or asked how my day had been. It was only after he spoke to me that I saw something in him, a softer side or possibly even a sexy side as the corners of his mouth curled when he spoke to me, almost cracking a smile.

  He was young to be in such a respected position but I didn’t realise he was only a few years my senior at first. He was so professional and good at his job that he seemed like he was in his thirties rather than his twenties.

  I began to wonder about him. Did he have any friends or life even, outside of work? He was always first in and last out and if deadlines had to be achieved he was there all evening with the staff on overtime.

  He never asked me to do the overtime as it was always the more experienced older staff that he could trust to work quickly and accurately probably so that he didn’t have to be there all night.

  Sometimes I felt left out. It wasn’t that I needed the money but it would’ve been nice and I began to look forward to his half hearted smiles and pleasantries.

  At the time I lived with my boyfriend who was his opposite, scruffy and hard compared to the well groomed presence of my boss. My boyfriend was from my home town and had urged me to go for the job in the city. Something he probably regrets to this day. He worked in a factory in our home town and although he was out early each morning he was home well before me in the evenings. Despite that I was expected to cook the dinner after walking half a mile from the train station to get home.

  I didn’t mind then because of the way I was brought up. Where I lived and came from this was normal. Most of the women from the older generation hadn’t gone out to work, however, nowadays it was expected that the woman would not only go out to work but also do all of the housework and cooking. Being honest I never thought anything of it at the time.

  We lived in a flat above a butchers shop and occasionally in the summer the smell of rotting meat from the bins put me off eating. It was understandable then that I enjoyed my work and I looked forward to seeing my boss and meeting different people from those in my home town. The women I met were very different from those I had grown up with or been used to mixing with and were all very independent. Some even lived together in their own apartment in the city. They didn’t have go home to cook and instead went out for meals together and ordered take-aways. It seemed such a glamorous life compared to mine and I wondered about my boss. I wondered where he lived.

  The mystery of my boss heightened his appeal to me, as did our little interactions but it wasn’t until my annual review that he really took hold of me.

  I walked into his office and sat in the chair in front of his desk that was placed there for each person being reviewed. I was nervous, not because of him but because of the situation, my first review. He often made me nervous too but on this occasion his smile as I entered made him seem less scary. He briefly chatted about my progress and remarked on how his seniors had been impressed with his reports of me. He told me that I had a great future and my head grew with his compliments even though my face grew warmer as he stared into my eyes when he spoke.

  It was only then that I noticed his intense but beautiful blue eyes and his exceptionally long eyelashes. I knew I should have been concentrating on his chat but my concentration waned further as my gaze drifted to his mouth. As I watched the words coming out I noticed his lips which I thought were perfectly formed and looked both soft and moist. I found myself imagining kissing him until I pulled myself together as he barked his question, ‘What do you think?’

  It took me by surprise as I wasn’t paying attention to what he’d said prior to that. My face was feeling hotter as I became more and more embarrassed. I knew it was red because I could almost see the glow rising to my eye level and I could feel the heat burning my cheeks. He didn’t answer which made it worse. Then he stood up and walked around his desk towards me. My legs were crossed but they tightened blocking off the circulation and trapping the blood in my face making me look even more embarrassed. He sat on the desk in front of me. He was so close my leg almost touched his. I think I actually wanted our legs to touch and I wanted the tension to release out of my legs but they remained stiff.

  Then he spoke again, ‘We have some overtime coming up if you are interested?’ ‘I could help train you on the other system which would help with your promotion’. ‘Promotion!?’ I exclaimed, making it obvious that I hadn’t been paying attention. ‘Yes’ he replied, ‘Like I said we think you would make a good office manager and the extra training will help you pass the tests.’

  I was pleased and the tension disappeared as he was being kind, not authoritarian or scary but helpful and kind. His gesture to come from behind his desk was not to make me feel more uncomfortable but to put me at ease. He talked on about the new position, what it entailed and the salary increase but I focused only on the extra money. I imagined a new life in the city, in my own apartment but when I imagined it my boyfriend wasn’t there with me.

  ‘So do you think you can handle the challenge?’, he asked and as he did so he put out his hand. I stood to face him and although he was still sitting on the desk we were both at eye level because he was so tall. ‘Yes’, I said, ‘I would love it’. ‘I knew you would’, he said with confidence and as his hand stretched out I put mine in his to shake it. �
��Welcome to the world of management’ he said just as our hands met. His felt warm, soft and gentle not like my boyfriend’s and the hand shake wasn’t firm it was loose and almost sensual. It seemed to last a long time and as our hands parted they stroked each other gently.

  At that precise moment I realised that I fancied my boss!

  I wanted him to hold my hand forever. I looked into his beautiful eyes and then at his beautiful lips and I very nearly leant in to kiss him but I managed to turn and leave the room with some dignity intact.

  I worked the overtime, as suggested, much to the dislike of my boyfriend who moaned about his dinner so much that I actually prepared food the night before so it would be there for him the next day, if I wasn’t coming home. After all I didn’t want his mother giving off to me when I saw her for not looking after my man. That’s what it was like in my town. My own mother would’ve probably given off to me too had she thought he would be left, without dinner after a day at the factory.

  It was mostly on a Thursday night but sometimes also a Wednesday and true to his word my boss helped me. He helped me a lot actually and we ended up chatting more and more. He was different in the evenings, much more relaxed and as he trained me on the procedures and systems. We began to get to know one another and had a laugh chatting about all sorts.

  I began to look forward to my overtime and I spent my first increased wage on a big TV for our flat which kept my boyfriend happy and meant I got less grief when I told him I would be working late. That was until I was asked to work one Saturday.

  My boss told me we had missed the deadline and had until Monday to complete the job. I had no reason to doubt him so I agreed to help him out. After all he had helped me a lot and I was about to get my promotion so it might be our last overtime together.

  My boyfriend went ballistic. A friend of his, from the factory, was leaving to go to Australia and the whole gang had arranged to meet up for lunch on that Saturday and then, ‘go on the piss’ as he put it for the rest of the day. I told him I didn’t know when I would be back or whether I would feel up to joining them after being at work all day but he flew off the handle demanding I join them after work. He had been violent before but this was outrageous behaviour and he scared me so I was actually glad to get to work that Saturday and away from him.

  I was told not to come in until eleven o’clock so I got the late train and went for a coffee first. It was a beautiful morning with crisp, clear blue skies and a feeling that Spring was on its way. The trees were budding awaiting their new coat of leaves and the birds were singing away as if summer had already arrived. The coffee shop was on the end of a road sandwiched between two large office blocks. Trees lined the road attempting to add some colour to the grey and glass of the city. They hadn’t done their job as they had been bare all winter looking more like twigs than trees but before long they would be full of leaves creating a green plume like a series of umbrellas lining the street.

  I finished my coffee and entered the building through the main door. I had never seen the lobby so quiet. The street itself was busy with shoppers heading back and forth towards the shopping area but inside the building it was like a different world. It was empty as if it had been evacuated. Normally the lobby would be full of people dashing this way and that, some carrying books and files others wielding trolleys and carrying cases of work. People would stop there and chat to one another exchanging pleasantries before committing their day to the daily grind.

  I made my way to the lift and up to the 16th floor where I was to become office manager. That was to be my floor. I was going to be the boss of the 16th floor. I felt like getting 16 printed onto my jacket like a footballer proud of his number in the squad. I was to become part of a squad, the management squad. A key player, a much needed member of the team and that made me feel proud. My boss had helped me climb the ladder and for that I was grateful but I still had no idea what was to happen next.

  At my desk I opened the computer and swiftly realised I was completely alone. Was I early? I thought to myself and then when I logged into the job files from that week I noticed they were completed. I was initially confused as I had been told the deadline had been missed. I sat there for a moment before checking my watch. I wasn’t early, it was 11.15am but where was everyone else? I knew my boss would be in so I made my way to his office. I knocked his door and walked straight in.

  He was standing with his back to me facing out his enormous window which overlooked the city’s business district but before he turned I noticed his meeting table had a tablecloth on it. It was laid out with cutlery and tall slim glasses. There were two place settings and each had a silver dome, like in posh people’s houses, covering what must have been food inside.

  He turned and exclaimed, ‘Congratulations!’ and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. I was shocked and amazed but felt happy. Not just happy but warm inside, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head I was elated, just as it dawned on me that he had done all this for me. That together with my realisation that I had got the job, the one he recommended me for, the one I wanted. I just felt happy. It’s hard to describe the feeling because in between those emotions of happiness and feeling that I had achieved something there were the beginnings of a love. Just like those buds on the trees lining the street below opening into the first shoots of Spring outside there, in that room, were the first shoots of a love that I still cherish to this day. The feelings grew from that moment and became part of a solid foundation which today forms the basis of our marriage.

  It was magical. We drank champagne and talked, not about work, but about love and life, the universe even. Everything was discussed, even past relationships were brought up. He knew I lived with my boyfriend but we glossed over that. I was happy to be away from him and with this charming, gentle, giant of a man that I now adored. I was being romanced probably for the first time in my life and it was a far cry from my existence before that time.

  Perhaps before me I saw the prince I had longed for all my life. The gallant knight to lead me away from where I grew up and take me to a Disney style castle for a happy-ever-after life.

  We drank the champagne and then another bottle. I had become relaxed with him before that day but on that day I felt like I had known him forever like we were destined to meet and to get along.

  After the lunch we went out together into the city centre. We walked around and chatted. I linked his arm and felt protected by his warmth and physical presence which was no longer threatening to me but felt like it would threaten others. He made me feel safe in his company as well as warm and I wanted to hold on to him forever.

  We continued drinking in a wine bar before he said, ‘Lets go to the cinema?’ but before I could answer he continued, ‘come on it’ll be fun’ and he dragged me across the street. There were only silly movies showing, afternoon matinees but we went anyway and watched a comedy. We were both tipsy and laughed buckets until our sides were too sore to continue.

  It was a great day and I felt lifted. I was on a high. I had never felt that way before almost like a feeling that I was special. To him I was perfect. He remarked on everything about me from my hair, my smile, to my body and even my hands. He loved my long nails and said he used to look forward to each day coming into work to see what colour I had painted them. He used to watch my hands as I typed and imagine holding them one day. He was so sweet and when he said that I put my hand in his and we held hands all through the movie. He held my hand and stroked it lovingly with his fingers and in a very sensual way. So sensual in fact I felt moisture in my pants as we left the cinema.

  I was feeling more than just happy then and I reckon I was actually feeling quite horny. I was beginning to fall for this man, my boss, in every way, sensually, sexually and romantically. It caught me by surprise but that wasn’t the last surprise he had in-store for me.

  I didn’t get back in time to meet my boyfriend that night and he came home in a rage saying I had showed him up in front of his
friends. He was so angry he smashed the mirror above the electric fire and threw the remote control at me. It hit me full whack in my ribs and left me with an awful bruise. I was left feeling sore and I felt ashamed. I knew my mother and his would blame me because I didn’t come home or meet him like he wanted. I couldn’t tell anyone what was going on in the city and I was so unhappy. I felt so down after being elated as if my world had crashed around me bringing me back to earth with a wallop, literally.

  I cried that night as I lay on my bed. I cried hard and uncontrollably as I tried to hold back but the tears just flooded out. I was crying with the pain in my side which was now a dark bruise formed from the initial red and yellow stain after the impact. It hurt but I was also crying for my life, my boss, my prince and the fact that I wanted to be with him. I wanted my prince to ride into the flat on a white horse, lift me up onto his charger and take me away. I wanted the horse to trample my boyfriend, under hoof, as we rode out and on into the sunset.

  The reality though was so different. The entrance beside the butcher’s was too low for a man on horseback and the steps up too steep; too skinny for a horse and his rider to negotiate so I just lay there weeping. Instead of a rescue my drunken boyfriend came in to apologise and whilst I continued to weep he hitched up my skirt pulled down my pants and entered me. I lay in a crumpled heap on the bed as he thrust inside me whilst I was still crying. This was his way of apologising, by pleasuring himself. I’m sure he thought I would be enjoying it but after I took that job and met my boss I never enjoyed sex with him. We still had sex of course but I never had an orgasm or felt good about it afterwards and this time was no different. It was worse really because I felt sick at him inside me and I lay there motionless, tears lining my cheeks and waited on my prince just hoping to hear his horse, hoping to hear the hooves rattling up the stairs but he never came.