TITLE    : A Little Variety
STORYID  : a-little-variety
SUMMARY  : Wife wants to try swinging, her husband responds.
AUTHOR   : AnAverageGuy61@lit
DATE     : 2023-11-04
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |husband|wife|discussion|


British English language and spelling, unless stated otherwise the story is set in the UK. In some stories the legal process will be different to what readers from the USA are used to, over here we have laws that apply nationally, not state by state. Whether they are right or wrong, it's only a story. It's not real life, it's how I write it in my world.

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<strong><u>A Little Variety</u></strong>

<em>Wife wants to try swinging, but her husband is against the idea.</em>

I had been married to my wife Christine, or Chris as I called her, for twenty-one years. I'm Rob Clarke, by the way. Like most couples we had our ups and downs. In the beginning money was tight, we got through it. We were the parents of twin boys, Gary and David. When the boys were younger it was hard work and everything seemed expensive, as they got older the pressure eased a little. We still had a mortgage and bills to pay, but we both worked, the boys had part time jobs for their pocket money.

We had got to the stage in life where we considered ourselves to be comfortable. I worked as a manager in IT, Chris was a secretary for a local insurance agent. Our two sons were football mad, they both played for the same youth team. Gary was a centre forward; David was a defender. The only issue we had was they supported rival teams, Gary was a Chelsea fan, David supported Arsenal.

The boys were out with friends one evening, Chris and I sat watching a movie.

"Rob, do you ever think that we could maybe do with excitement in our lives?"

"In what way do you mean excitement?" I asked.

"You know, doing something different for a change. I just don't want us to get stuck in a rut and get bored with each other." Chris replied, looking at me for an answer.

"How do you mean Chris? We go out on the weekends? We can go out during the week as well, if that's what you want?"

"I don't mean like that. I'm talking about spicing up our lives, you know the intimate part of it."

"Do you mean you want more sex, like now when the boys are out?"

"We could do, but... I was thinking more of something else."

"You're going to have to be more specific Chris, I have no idea what you are getting at." I really was confused; it was like trying to solve a cryptic puzzle.

"I was talking to Rachel at work......"

"Christ almighty, Chris." I sighed. "Of all the people you could talk to, you pick the one with a single brain cell."

"She's not that bad, Rob. Anyway we were talking and she let slip that she and her partner are swingers. I was wondering how you felt about it?

"Swinging? I'll tell you how I feel about it, I'm not interested, Chris."

"But you haven't even heard what I was going to say. At least let me talk about it. Rachel said that she and Mike, her partner, have a lot of fun. She said it spices up their sex life. I just thought that maybe we could try it?"

"Nope, not interested. The big difference is they are not married, we are. Now change the subject please." I replied, Chris slumped into the chair. It was obvious she wasn't happy. I went to the kitchen to make a coffee, Chris grunted a thank you when I placed hers on the coffee table. Something told me I hadn't heard the last of this swinging nonsense.

We were still sitting watching TV when the boys arrived home, we chatted with them as if nothing was wrong. That night in bed Chris cuddled against me, there was no sex. It was about a week later when Chris mentioned it again.

"Have you given my idea any more thought Rob?"

"What idea?" I replied, knowing bloody well what she meant.

"The swinging, have you thought about it anymore?"

"No, because there is nothing to think about. I'm not interested in it Chris."

"Well I am. I would like to at least try it, you never know it could be fun."

"Fun. You think it will be fun knowing my wife is fucking another man?"

"You'll be with another woman."

"No I won't, because I am not interested." I picked up one of the boys football magazines and started reading it, Chris went quiet and watched the TV. I could have killed Rachel for putting this daft idea into her head.

We still went out on the weekend, we had a long sex session when we arrived home. Chris hadn't mentioned swinging for over a week, I was thinking she had finally given up on the idea. That turned out to be the wrong assumption on my part. The boys were out playing football on Thursday night.

"Rachel told me there is a swinger's party in three weeks. I said we would go along."

"Well you can tell her tomorrow that we won't be there, not in three weeks, three months, or three years. Forget it Chris, for the last time, I am not interested."

Chris sat and stared at me. "Well I am, I will tell Rachel I will go on my own, If I can."

"You do that. Just remember if you go on your own, that's how you will end up, on your own."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Jesus Christ, her stupidity must have jumped into your head. If you go to this swinger's party, I will divorce you. Now do you understand what on your own means?" I was practically shouting at Chris.

"But I don't see why you won't at least try it." Chris pleaded with me.

"Because I don't want to try it. I am not interested in seeing you have sex with another man, and don't spin me the line of me having sex with another woman, I am not doing it."

"But it doesn't mean we have to get divorced, for God's sake."

"Yes it does, Chris. If you think I am going to sit around while you are out getting fucked by another man, you are seriously mistaken."

"But I would still love you, and only you. With them it would be just sex. You don't know, It could be fun and bring us closer."

"For fuck sake, Chris. It will split us up, not bring us closer. Surely you are not that stupid that you can't see that?" Chris stood and looked at me, I could see she was thinking of her next move.

"Sit down Chris, let me explain it another way." I waited while Chris sat down.

"Let's say for a minute that I agree to this daft idea, think of the consequences. What happens if you have sex with another guy and you end up wanting him instead of me? If that happens we get divorced. I know I am not the best there is in bed, but I try to please you."

"I already said it would be just sex, Rob."

"Let's look at it another way. Have I ever complained about our sex life?" Chris shook her head. "Now imagine I meet a woman who is the best I have ever had, you know sexually, nothing is taboo, she will do anything. If that happens and I leave you for her, we end up getting divorced. Whatever way you spin it Chris, we will end up divorced. That's why I am not interested and I certainly am not going to Rachel's fuckfest party."

"But I would like to try it, just once to see what it's like." Chris stated.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Oh for fuck sake, I give up." I stormed out and went for a walk. I had made my mind up if Chris went through with this crazy fucking idea, we were done. When I got back to the house I went inside, I ignored Chris and went straight to bed. I pretended to be asleep when she came up to bed a short while later. Chris kissed my forehead and whispered that she loved me.

I was up and out of the house early the next day. I couldn't stand to face Chris in case she started with her shit again. Derek, one of my colleagues guessed there was something wrong, just by my mood.

"What's up Rob? It's not like you to be all moody."

I sat and told Derek about what Chris had suggested. "Any ideas on how to stop her crazy scheme are greatly appreciated."

"There is one way, Rob. Mary tried this shit with me a few years ago." Derek sat and explained what he did to stop his wife.

"I take it your plan worked?"

"Damn right it did. If you need a hand then let me know, mate."

I sat and thought about Derek's plan, anything was worth a try to stop Chris getting involved in swinging. I formed a plan and told Derek what I was going to do, he agreed to help me out. As Chris had never met him, I prayed it might work.

On the weekend the boys were playing in a football match, Chris said she would pick them up on her way home from the supermarket. Derek arrived and we discussed my plan over a coffee. I had already downloaded a set of divorce papers, now it was up to Derek to do his bit.

When Chris arrived home Derek was walking around measuring the rooms and making notes, Chris looked at me but stayed quiet. The boys went upstairs to shower and change, Derek had already measured the rooms upstairs.

"All done, Mr Clarke. I'll get the written valuation in the post to you tonight, I can verbally say we could market the property for three hundred and twenty thousand, three hundred thousand for a quick sale. I'll get everything posted out to you tonight, I look forward to hearing from you." Derek shook my hand, turned and left the house.

With Derek gone it was down to me now. "Who the hell was that?" Chris asked.

"Derek Brown, Regal estate agents."

"What was he doing here?"

"Measuring up for a valuation. You know when we get divorced, the house will have to be sold."

"What about me, what about the boys? Where are we supposed to live?"

"Don't know. As the boys are eighteen we are not legally responsible for them." I would never have made the boys homeless, this was all part of my plan. "Talking of divorce, you might as well have this." I handed Chris an envelope.

I watched as Chris opened it and slid the papers out, the first one was headed Petition for a Divorce or Legal Separation.

"What are you playing at Rob? I don't want a divorce." Chris was almost in tears.

"Down to you Chris, You're the one who wants to go and get fucked by other men, I said I wanted no part of it. I told you if you went to the swinger's party, we would end up divorced. As you are still going to that party, I thought I might as well get things moving."

"But I haven't been to the party, this is unfair."

"No more unfair than you going to the party and expecting me to sit here like an idiot." Chris tossed the envelope on the kitchen table.

"Your choice Chris, the swingers party, or our marriage? I'll leave you to think about it and make your mind up." I turned and left the house. I drove to the local pub for a pint with Derek. We actually managed to laugh about it, strangely.

"Do you think it will work Rob?" Derek asked.

"I hope so Derek, I hope so. I told Chris it was the party or our marriage. The ball is in her court now."

The boys were out when I returned home, Chris was sitting at the table. I could tell she had been crying. I went through to the garden and started cutting the grass. Minutes later I saw Chris step outside, I carried on pushing the lawnmower.

"Rob. Rob, can we talk, please?" Chris was pleading with me.

I turned off the lawnmower. "Sure, let's go inside." I stepped into the kitchen, and I grabbed a beer from the fridge. I leant against the counter and looked at Chris.

"Rob, I'm sorry. Sorry for saying I would have gone to the party without you. I sat here and thought about what you said the other night, you know about falling for someone else."

"I can see your point now. I would be devastated if you told me you wanted a divorce, because you had fallen for another woman. I promise I won't mention it again, ever. Will you forgive me and forget about the divorce?"

I stood and stared at Chris. "I'll forgive you and forget about the divorce. But I swear Chris, if you mention this again, we are done, no second chances."

"Thank you, I'm so sorry." Chris rushed over and hugged me, I held her as she cried. After a short while Chris stepped back and dried her eyes.

"I'll tell Rachel on Monday that we are not interested, and that I don't want to talk about swinging, ever again."

"That's about the most sensible thing you have said where that silly cow is concerned." I looked at Chris. "I understand you don't want things to get stale between us, neither do I. We can find ways to liven our sex life up, without involving other people. Think about it Chris, tell me what you want to do. Providing we are not likely to get arrested for whatever it is, I might give it a go."

Chris nodded her head, I'll think about it. "I had better make a start on cooking dinner, Gary and David are both going out later." Chris gave me a knowing smile. I went out and finished cutting the grass.

