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The app was horribly understated. Poor visual appeal. Little in the way of clever site design or user-friendly artwork. Understated to the point that it could have been a review site for children's bucket swings in various playgrounds for the uninitiated, instead of a site designed to hook up couples for bucket LIST swing nights. Not that Owen knew much of anything about that sort of thing. Normally he avoided the internet, and apps in general. Mel was the savvy one about tech things (though Owen had lobbied unsuccessfully several times that Tig-welding was a 'tech' thing.)

He was on the app store only because they had discussed finding some hookups locally after catching their breath in bed the night before, and truth be told, Owen was thinking fondly of their lovemaking, images flashing through his mind. He was in danger of thinking with his penis... he felt a little sheepish about that, but shrugged it off. Guys were visual creatures, right?

It was rare that Owen was as distracted as this in the garage, but it was also rare that he and Melissa talked so openly about adding anyone to their bed. Sure, they joked about it occasionally, but this had been... more. Owen was looking, seeing if this idea of swapping, or swinging was as hot as some of the porn they occasionally shared... Mel had him all fired up (...and also -- the early Cosworth he'd been working on had Owen about ready to throw it out the window.) On a 'break' from welding the frame and patching what others had decided wasn't worth patching (rebuilding from the ground up, really..) he had reluctantly picked up his phone to see if there was anything even remotely like what they had discussed the previous evening. He bookmarked the app / page / address-thingy, and sent a link to Mel, accompanied by a simple "?" text. He was no expert, but the site seemed to have lots of Craigslist-style personals, many of them close by (and more than a bit intriguing.) It had him buzzing a little and he promptly decided that maybe enough was enough and left the garage.

Owen shut things down in the garage, and walked the short distance to the house, entering via the back door and using the sink in the mud room to clean the grease off his hands. He pulled his sweaty shirt over his head and walked into their small living room, shirt in his hand, grease under his fingernails, sweat sheen like a prize fighter. "Hello, Missy... you in here, Love?..."
 
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It had all started a couple of days earlier when Melissa had been out of town, working as a promo girl for a heavy machinery company at a construction expo in Seattle. Her voluptuous figure and flirtatious manner made her ideal for expos where the clientele were mainly male and she made a good living from it. This was the third year she’d been invited back by that particular company to work their stand and she had many other regular gigs at other expos across the country.

Although the travelling could be a pain, she enjoyed her job and had no problem dressing up in the skintight outfits the vendors always wanted her to wear. On the stand she must have been chatted up a hundred times a day, groped occasionally too, but it was water off a duck’s back to her. She was used to the attention and besides, she had no problem with men admiring her body anyway.

When she’d been younger Melissa had done some lingerie modelling for cash. Inevitably this had led to some solo nude photo sets that you could still find on the internet if you knew where to look. There’d been offers to do porn after that but, at the time, she’d been scared her family would find out, so she’d turned them down. Now that she was a bit older she wondered if it had been the right decision. Melissa liked men and staying faithful to Owen had been frankly, hard for her at times. But she loved him and so she had.

There was a small group of girls who, like Melissa, worked the expos. They came from all over the place and were acquaintances really rather than friends. They all tended to stay in the same bland out of town hotels near to the convention centres where they were working and, for company, they socialised of an evening. After a few drinks the conversation between the exclusively female group could get more than a little risqué and on the second evening one of the girls explained how she’d just met a guy who was into swinging. He’d convinced her to meet other couples with him and they were having a great time at it. The connections were all made via sites on the internet where you could see your prospective dates before you agreed to meet them . Melissa had alway imagined swingers to be a bunch of fat, middle aged couples where it was really only the guy who wanted to be there, but listening to this girl it seemed that she was wrong and Melissa couldn’t help wondering if this might be a solution to her predicament.

When she got back home from the convention Melissa had carefully introduced the topic into the conversation with Owen after sex and waited for his reaction. He seemed keen and the next day he’d even sent her a link to a swinging site. This was all the encouragement Melissa needed to get to work.
 
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"Hello, Missy... you in here, Love?..."

Owen walked through their small kitchen, and down the short hallway to the bright, airy bedroom. Mel was there, looking as incredible as ever, and her undeniably sexy presence, coupled with the thoughts that had been running through his mind for the morning, had him at half-mast and aroused before he even walked into the room. That said, he was in no condition to act on his arousal. The shower was calling his name. "There you are, Lover." He approached from behind her, standing taller than Mel by over a foot, and stooped to nibble her nape, and up to the lobe of her left ear, before pulling away to drop trou, and head for the en suite.

"Take a look at the listing I just found on that site... there's so much I don't even understand, Mel..." he started the shower, piping hot. Shrugging out of his boxers, he stepped in and started working the day's grime off himself, soaking a bit under the heat and the steam. "So many short forms and terms I don't really know. Ff? D/s? 'soft' swap? Isn't it better for everyone if the guy's hard? L4F? FLR? MMMF? LS? FFM? W4M? FreeUse? ...Baby -- am I just too old-fashioned to make a go of this? I mean -- I can't deny, it sounds hot as fuck... but there are so many what-ifs." The water was doing its job by this stage, and Owen was relaxing. Coupled with the images floating through his mind, his cock was well on its way to full-mast.

He didn't want to press the issue too hard. Maybe the discussion was bound to fizzle out. Maybe they just needed to discuss it more. But Owen wanted Mel. Needed her. And beyond that, wanted her to know how much she was wanted. "What shall we do tonight, Love? Be nice to go out with you, get a bite... or stay in, watch something silly on the tube... I'm happy either way. What's taking your fancy?"
 
While Owen was in the shower Melissa took a look at the swinger site he’d suggested. She’d already done a bit of research herself and it was one of the sites she’d found too. There were quite a few couples on it and given that neither of them had any other experience of the swinging scene it seemed as good a place to start as any.

"So many short forms and terms I don't really know. Ff? D/s? 'soft' swap? Isn't it better for everyone if the guy's hard? L4F? FLR? MMMF? LS? FFM? W4M? FreeUse? ...” Owen shouted from shower

Owen was right, there were a lot of acronyms and, while she could take a guess at many of them, a few that meant nothing at all to her. But it couldn’t be that complicated she reasoned. All they wanted to do was find a few nice couples to fool around with, and who knows, maybe some singles too.

“It’ll be fine,” she shouted back to Owen. “We just need to set ourselves up with a profile, be honest, and write in our own words what we’re looking for. Then people can reply to us if they’re interested.”

Baby -- am I just too old-fashioned to make a go of this? Owen asked.

Don’t be silly. You’ll have the girls flocking to you,” she told her man. " Especially when they see the size of that cock of yours. Though we might need to warn them in advance about it,” she laughed.

It was a valid point, Melissa thought. Owen’s cock was the biggest she’d ever had and she imagined that not every girl could take it or might want to. But that said, there were probably more than a few who wanted to have a go.

“Why don’t you leave it all to me,” she told him. “Take me out for a nice meal tonight then tomorrow while you’re at work I’ll set us up with a profile then we can wait and see who responds.”
 
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Dinner had been lovely. (Italian, out at one of their favourite local spots.) Owen reminisced about their relationship as they enjoyed each-other's company, and a bottle of the house red. They had met seven (or was it eight?) years ago at a house party, and had not exactly hit it off that first night. It had been warm and friendly enough, but it wasn't until a chance meeting several months later that they started dating, casually at first. They had married four years ago, and life had been good, if anyone had asked him about it. Owen wasn't a guy who had a huge number of close friends. A few lads who were connected via shared interest, but he had always been somewhat solitary, and not much of a socialite. He knew this had presented challenges for Mel, as Owen had always preferred their time together, to time spent out in a big group. It had simply always been his way.

Owen had never been the type of guy who complained about his Mrs. while out for a pint. "The old ball & chain" ...etc. etc. Life was good, and even if they had differences of opinion or a spat, Owen knew he had it good at home, and would tell those few close friends as much, if they had been the sort to ask. But his friends were more likely to ask him about a carburetor or a fuel pump, rather than his wife's nighttime routine. That was all fine. He didn't mind.

But was opening up their marriage a telltale of a relationship in trouble? He had asked himself this several times since the subject had come up, and had decided that no, they were fine. Or they were as fine as they had been last week, and the month before that, and the year before that. He had no complaints about his life, was for the most part content. And was as excited about the possibilities as Mel, he reckoned. Sure, they had joked about a threesome before, after seeing someone attractive out at the pub, or at a social event, dressed to the nines. Most couples who were secure in their relationship did joke that way. But underneath the laughter, Owen knew that it had been more than a joke. And he was ok with that. When he reached down deep within himself, he knew he did everything he could to sexually satisfy his wife, and he knew that Mel had no complaints about him as a lover. Their sex life was good, and healthy. So what did he have to worry about?

The fact that these were the thoughts he was entertaining while sandblasting an old Lester mag wheel told him just how much he was looking forward to Mel's efforts. He was legitimately excited, and truth be told, he wanted to see someone else enjoy his hot wife... as much as he wanted Mel to watch someone else enjoying him.
 
The following day, Melissa got to work on the profile for the swinging site. She was excited about the prospect of meeting other people but felt a little guilty at the same time, especially after the night before.

When they’d got back from the Italian restaurant, she’d had sex with Owen. But as they’d fucked, Mel had let her mind wander and imagined she was with another man. She couldn’t have described the guy, other than to say it wasn’t Owen, but the thought had excited her and she’d had the most powerful orgasm because of it. But now she was a little bit concerned that she might want this a little bit more than Owen did.

Putting her concerns to one side, she began by taking a look at some of the other couples’ profiles on bucketswings.biz to see what people generally wrote. Most were straight forward, giving a description of themselves, what they were into and what they were looking for. Usually they included a few photos too, a few of which were quite risqué.

Then Mel got diverted and tried to search for couples in their area. There were more than she’d expected and, while filtering by age narrowed it down a bit, there were still plenty choose from and a few she particularly liked.

It was only then that Melissa realised that couples had profiles but then also created adverts when they wanted to meet. There were a lot fewer adverts, so maybe not every couple was looking to hook up just then, which was a shame.

Melissa started to write their profile, explaining that they were an attractive, inexperienced couple looking to hook up for the first time. She avoided most of the abbreviations other people used but noticed that couples generally made clear whether they were full swap or soft swap. Like Owen, she wasn't quite sure what the difference was but quick search on-line cleared up the issue. She hadn't realised there would be couples who didn't want to go all the way. Melissa was definitely looking for full swap she thought.

She’d also noticed that a lot of the girls on the site were bisexual but that the guys weren’t. Melissa hadn’t been with a girl before but she reckoned she could cope with it and didn’t want to put prospective couples off, so she bent the truth a bit for that one.

When it came to adding photos, Melissa had hundreds of herself in various states of undress that either Owen had taken of her or had come from the expos she'd worked at, but there were very few of Owen. Owen wasn't a 'showy' sort of guy and definitely not one to hog the limelight, unlike her, who if truth to be told loved to be the centre of attention. She did however have one photo of him that she really liked. In it he was wearing a pair of oily jeans and stripped to the waist as he worked on an old Harley he'd restored. His hands were covered in grease and his torso glistened with sweat. He looked just like a biker cowboy and it was just how she liked to think of him. She uploaded that to the site along with a couple of pics of herself then added a pic of them fully clothed as a couple just to show that they weren't fake.

Finally, Melissa created an advert. It was short and to the point, asking if any couples in the area were free the coming weekend and fancied meeting up for a drink then perhaps more.

She paid the subscription fee then pressed the 'go-live' button on their ad and profile then waited for Owen to come in for his lunch to show him what she'd created.
 
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They looked over the advert, and Owen was actually really impressed with how well it had come together. Not that he had any doubts about his wife's capabilities, but he hadn't expected to immediately place their profile in the top ten he'd seen on the site. But so it was. He hadn't expected to be so utterly blown away by how attractive they looked, both on paper, and in the pictures Mel had selected. "You really like this one of me?" He had asked, incredulously (but no less flattered.) He thought he looked a grubby gear-head, but once he got out of his own head, he supposed he could see why it might be considered attractive to some.

The pictures Melissa had chosen of herself showed off her body in every way that drove Owen crazy about her. The flare of her hip, the curve of her taut, pert breasts, the toned shoulders and back, her tight core and smooth thighs. She knew exactly how to entice, and Owen told her as much, praising her choices as well as many fine, attractive qualities of her figure. His hands were on her hips as they poured over the profile together, and Owen could sense her arousal for what might be, and he hoped his was palpable as well.

He poked fun lightheartedly at Mel's profile assertion that she was bi, raising an eyebrow at her exaggeration. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, you'll get no complaints from me Love... It'll be wicked-hot to see 'Sally' with a mouthful of you, as much as to see 'Gerard' with his hands full of you... actually, more hot for me with the former." He laughed at the thought of what he'd just said, and then grew contemplative at the possibilities. 'Sally' and Mel, together. Double the fun. 'Gerard' and Owen, tag-team partners. He shook his head to clear the fog of arousal. "So, how long to folks usually wait to have contact, when they have a profile as lava-hot as ours?"
 
Melissa had no idea how long it would take to get some replies. But it was Monday now and the weekend was still a few days away, so they had time. It was unlikely that couples sat there permanently glued to the app, waiting to respond to adverts, so she reckoned it would take at least a day or so.

When she checked back the next day they'd already had a couple of responses and the replies kept coming in for the rest of the week. Despite advertising for a couple though, quite a few of the responses were from single guys chancing their luck. Melissa couldn't help looking through their replies and a few of them were really hunky. But, reluctantly she dismissed them, for the time being at least. She wasn't sure how Owen would feel about a threesome with another guy.

By Wednesday they'd had a few responses from couples not too far away. Melissa didn't want to leave things until the last minute in case people started making other plans and so while Owen was working she went through them. She'd intended to whittle the selection down to a few and then go through them with Owen, but one response stood out above the rest.

It was from a couple called Mark and Sally who seemed to tick all the boxes. They were the right age and seemed to be looking for the same thing. They also had some validations from other couples, which was a good thing as far as Melissa was concerned because two inexperienced couples might be a bit of risk. she thought. They lived in the hills not too far away and if the pics they sent were taken in their home then it seemed very up market.

What Melissa liked most were the pics though. Sally looked a little younger than Melissa but really pretty and Melissa felt sure that Owen would find her attractive. Mark looked a little older but very distinguished and something about him made her tingle. A couple of the photos showed them together, quite elegantly dressed (photo1) (photo 2) but then there were a couple more of them with others (photo 3) (photo 4) and it was this that sealed the deal for Melissa. She couldn't wait to show Owen.
 
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