Not so short and definitely not sweet.

[Supposed2bfun 17]

I tried to make this shorter but it just wouldn't tell the story if it were.

 

Years of talking about swapping spouses initially included simple fantasy talk which eventually graduated into…what if we really did? Being on the verge of taking THE step…we were intrigued by a news story in Utah. In the story, the focus was an ex-wife who had lost her marriage over swinging. Our relationship would never suffer like that because we knew that we had a strong marriage, open communication and open minds. We had finally found a site to meet others who had our same interests.

 

We met a couple!! We will call them Ben and Bev. We went on at least four vanilla dates. We enjoyed the couple’s company and we all got along fantastically. They shared some stories with us…some good…some bad. We started to trust this couple and felt comfortable. We couldn’t believe our luck to have met people we got along with so well. There were some reservations when it came to attraction. My husband and I both felt as though Ben was more attractive than Bev. Ben is tall and very large guy. 6’4” (like my husband) and Ben weighs about 260. The flip side of that is that the other couple expressed to us how attracted they were to both of us. It felt natural. My husband and I are an attractive couple. We didn’t feel that they were just saying that to get us in the sack.

 

The time came on our 4th vanilla date where we spoke with the other couple that we would not be a full swap couple to begin with. We wanted to take small steps so that we would be able to go back and not make a huge mistake before we knew what we were getting into. Ben and Bev totally understood. Ben, however, jokingly made a couple of comments about Bev really liking my husband and maybe she could go with him on a date and then he could “come take care of” me while they were together. (laughter…laughter) Ben had been very very forward and almost aggressively rubbing my legs under the table all night. As we were getting ready to end the date…my husband asked if we should do something with them tonight. We decided that if we stayed with each other, only kissing them and some touching that we would be good with that. We shared this with Ben and Bev and they were totally great with it. We get to the room and Ben was really into me and kept asking my husband, “I just want to know if I get to kiss your wife.” The whole night went well. My husband and I stayed with each other and there was kissing of other spouses and some touching but very soft swap. We enjoyed the night. All was good.

 

We set a play date again. It was something that we saw as a new adventure and we needed to discuss more boundaries. We talked and decided that the absolute line was no full swap. We would be okay with oral if it happened. My husband wanted it to “progress naturally.” I was very nervous. I expressed my reservations shortly before our date but we knew that we would be there for each other. Hindsight tells me that the intensity that Ben had for me was a little unnerving. It was all new territory for each of us. Before the first time with Ben and Bev, my husband and I had only messed around very mildly with friends. Things like boobie shots and a little same room sex.

 

My husband and I went to the hotel. We both started to relax and started to anticipate the even and were getting excited. When the other couple arrived, we enjoyed a couple of drinks for about an hour and a half. Ben started a conversation about video games and I chimed in about loving to play. He started asking what games I played and we talked some about World of Warcraft and a couple of other games. Ben was very much into video games and began to REALLY get into me liking them also. Shortly after that, we decided to head to the comedy show where I had two Utah margaritas and my husband had two Utah beers (3.2% alcohol) and we ate dinner. Another hour and a half later, we started walking back in the January cold to the hotel.

When we arrived, we all had one shot of alcohol and Ben started making a mixed drink of Cherry Dr. Pepper and 99 Black Cherries in a high ball glass with ice. We were talking about boundaries and rules. We discussed that we would like to keep it like last time. Ben brought over the mixed drink and handed it to my husband. He then went back to make another. He walked over and held it out for me and I declined letting him know that I really didn’t like Dr. Pepper at all. He insisted and told me…. “They are the best drinks ever”….so I took it and took a sip. I had one more sip and put the drink on the floor next to the ottoman that I was sitting on. As we sat there for the next 15 minutes, my husband finished his drink while Ben and Bev finished their drinks and they each took two more shots. Ben started talking about video games again and tried to show me a game that he felt that I would like on his phone. I didn’t have a lot of interest in what he was showing me but I politely watched and he made the comment to me….“if you weren’t sexy enough already…” During this time, my husband and Bev were sitting on the couch and Bev made the comment that…“While you guys talk about video games, me and (my husband) will make out”…the kissing began.

 

Ben immediately started kissing me and then stood up. The rest of us stood up and Ben went to put on some music and Bev and I started kissing. As Ben returned he was already undressing so the rest of us followed. Ben then grabbed me and took me to the bed and immediately put my hand on him. I complied. My husband and Bev sat at the end of the bed, kissing and it appeared that she had her hand on him although my husband said later that she did not. Everything after that point seemed to get somewhat foggy for me. There were times of absolute clarity but other times were very “twilight zonish.” I remember watching my husband and not feeling turned on but not feeling jealous either. Just not feeling much of anything. I remember Ben touching me and very being extremely rough but not thinking to tell him to lighten up. (Remember Ben’s stature) There was a time where he started fingering me so hard that I slammed my knees together to get him to stop. Throughout the play date, he kept grabbing my breasts really aggressively. Again, at this time, I felt like it was rough and not fun but didn’t say anything. If you knew my personality, you would know that this is very unusual for me. If you knew my husband, you would know that for him not to say anything while someone is being rough with me, is not like him at all. During the event, my husband thought he saw me coming really close to crossing the boundaries we had set. I would find this out later. Ben would pull me up by my ass cheeks really hard. I pushed my body back down to a semi safe area of his thighs. Ben then pulled me back up so hard by my ass cheeks that he split the skin at the top of my ass. It really hurt and so I flung my leg off and excused myself to the bathroom. My husband followed me. Immediately, I turned around to see if it was Ben following me. I ran right into my husband and he saw the look on my face. He asked, “Did he just try to fuck you?” I kind of turned my head and said no. He asked again….and again I said no. I told my husband, “I am done (while making a hand motion across my throat). I am just done and I just want you.” He started trying to ask me what was going on and I just repeated that I was done with the night.

 

We left the bathroom together and returned to the bed. Ben and Bev had moved from the bed to the couches right in front of the bathroom hallway (where we were talking). As my husband and I were finishing, Ben moved to where my head was and tried to stick his limp noodle in my face. I just turned away and then he moved to the other side and stuck it in my face again. I buried my head in the comforter.

 

Ben and Bev got dressed quite quickly and then started out the door. Unlike last time, which was very hug and kisses goodbye and such, there were none. They just excused themselves while saying, “Let us know if we did anything wrong.”

My husband and I got into the shower. Bruises were forming on my breasts…and I mean deep, dark, purple bruises. He just looked at me and asked, “What the hell happened?” I told him that he was really rough and I was sore all over. My husband just looked at me and started to get so angry and I didn’t really understand why it was being directed at me. My husband is normally a very calm and collected person and he was getting very erratic. My husband completely shut down communication and said he wanted to go home. I was really confused.

 

Days went by and he wouldn’t speak to me. He would only state that I had went way past what we had discussed and that he didn’t know if he could ever see me the same. He didn’t know if he wanted to try to put anything back together. I would try to get him to talk to me and he would pull away. He was so angry and I could not get through. I was devastated. I would lose my everything over something I didn’t understand.

 

I just kept trying to show him that I would be here when he was ready to talk. I told him that I didn’t understand but that I loved him and always would. He finally asked me why I would cross boundaries like I did. If I loved him, why would I start so fast into everything and why would I grind all over Ben like that when we had discussed not going full and keeping it like last time? I was so confused. It was almost like we weren’t in the same room. I literally could not believe some of the things he was supposedly remembering.

 

He then told me that things were very blurry all night. He did not remember things clearly. He started going over every moment he could remember. He couldn’t remember a lot. He initially thought that I hadn’t looked at him, touched him, or even cared what he was doing the entire night. I started going over the events as I remembered them. He had lost A LOT of the night. It was scaring me how much he didn’t remember. He didn’t remember me ever touching him. He didn’t remember me fucking him at different times. I kept thinking….he didn’t have that much to drink…what is going on??? He then got to the painful part at the end of the night. He said that he could see that I was coming close to fucking Ben and why would I do something like that?? Initially in his mind it was very vivid. (What he saw) Me riding Ben. (What I experienced) Ben continually trying to pull me up by my ass cheeks into place while I was trying to maintain boundaries. He felt so betrayed but again…I was so confused. I hadn’t crossed that boundary. I told him the details of what had happened at the end of the night. I had been resisting Ben…pulling back down after he pulled me up by my ass and then he did it again. I chose to remove myself from the situation because Ben was hurting me and he was positioning me and I did not want that. That’s when I had left to go to the bathroom. My husband then recalled how upset I looked when he followed me there. He asked me if I remembered him asking me if Ben had tried to fuck me. I now told him that I did feel as though Ben was positioning me to try to do just that. For Ben and Bev, that wouldn’t be a big deal. They each have open hall passes. My husband also didn’t remember really doing anything with Bev. I asked him…did you think that you were just sitting and watching all night?? I told him of the things that I saw. He didn’t remember much. I started to reflect on how my memory was that night. I was foggy at times but lucid most of the time. See…I only had two sips of my drink because I hated Dr. Pepper. It was different than having too much to drink (which we did not anyway). Most of what I felt during the date was apathy. I love my husband intensely. Shouldn’t I have felt something…excitement, jealousy…something? My husband described that he didn’t really feel anything either until after they were gone and he saw the bruises. Then it was just anger…directed at me.

 

Our minds started going back to the stories that they told us. One encounter, Ben was getting on famously with the girlfriend and the boyfriend freaked. They described the boyfriend as sitting there crying and falling apart while Ben continued to have sex with the wife and Bev continuing to offer a blow job or something so that they could continue. They said that they guy wouldn’t say anything….he just sat there. Another story was where the husband fell completely asleep in a chair while the wife continued to play with them. Bev played it like she was hurt at first but was over it now.

 

We believe that we were given some type of GHB, or Roofie because of Ben’s intensity toward me and our firm boundaries. Were those other couples given the same? Did the husbands just check out because of the drug? They all had a common theme. Husband out of commission….wife continues to play. I know this probably sounds like my husband freaked and then we just had regrets. It is not. If my husband had had his faculties about him, I don’t think he would have been so confused about the whole night which led to a lot of misinterpretation. If you’re not familiar with how they make you feel or the effects, please read about it. Please learn from our mistake. Don’t put yourself in this position. We were naïve. We trusted them….and we really considered ourselves smart people before this.

[Fundamental Law 2,903]

A dreadful and sobering story. What happened seems figuratively--and literally--criminal.

[econobiker 165]

With that little actual alcohol in your system it seems like your assertion of a GHB or drugging maybe correct. From my experiences at house parties, I have seen totally wasted people (women) still function to put up boundaries- at our parties "no meant no".

 

You said Ben and Bev drank the same drinks and did two shots each extra? Perhaps Bev doesn't even know about Ben's additions to the drinks or maybe she does but doesn't care.

[wearetheone1967 40]

Damn. Sorry for the horrible encounter. Most of us are decent, respectful, caring people. A few pieces of SH*T ruin for you. This REALLY makes me mad.

 

I hope the communication between your husband and you lead you both to realize you were taken advantage of.

 

I agree with Fundamental Law, it is almost criminal. So sorry for you. You need to find a nice couple, not those two scum of the earth...

 

Stay Strong!