Not Exactly the Girl Next Door

I fell in love with Lissa in high school. Like all teenaged high school romances, it was doomed. Of course it fell apart. I moved on. I went to college. I met the love of my life. But I couldn’t get Lissa out of my head. Cheating is wrong. But if it’s so wrong, why do so many people do it?

The hardest thing after college is everything. But Gwen and I managed to stay together. Even after a breakup and reunion. Even after graduation. Even after moving in together and having a couple of kids. Even after getting married. Even after I cheated on Gwen with Lissa. I couldn’t escape my inexorable draw to my high school girlfriend. It helped that Gwen was a sexual dynamo and kinky as hell.

Exchanging fantasies can be fun. But revealing to my wife that I wanted to bed my ex-girlfriend wasn’t exactly a low-stakes dream. Even if I had already done a threesome with my wife and another man. Even if my wife implied she found swinging exciting. Even if I was willing to throw everything away to get the two women I loved together in bed at the same time. It wasn’t cheating, but it was close.

It was the life far too many men wanted: having a wife and a girlfriend. Not only at the same time, but in the same house. Almost. Gwen and I had let Lissa into our marriage. It wasn’t exactly a threesome, but it was everything but that. It was hard to argue that we weren’t a threesome, especially when I got to watch the women in bed with each other. Of course nothing this perfect could last.

Joining a swingers’ group was the best decision that Gwen and I had made for our marriage. It gave the both of us everything we wanted: sex with strangers and new friends, kinky sex, parties with theme nights, permission to have sex outside our marriage whenever we wanted. My problem was that I was keeping my relationship with Lissa, my high school girlfriend, a secret from my wife.

I was trying to keep my sanity while having an affair with my high school girlfriend and participating in a swingers’ group with my wife. It sounds like fun, but as exciting as it was, cheating was starting to be a problem. The thing was that this was a problem of my own making. My wife (who was a swinger with me) would have approved of me having an affair with Lissa but I had to have a secret.

Gwen and I got back into swinging with a vengeance. It was good to go with her to parties and be able to either play in groups with her or play in groups without her. Little did I know how all the decisions in our lives would suddenly have a powerful impact we weren’t expecting. And that wasn’t just because Gwen was starting an impromptu career as a porn actress.