Chapter 1 — Swing Party. - Part 1 (1)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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My wife started feeling guilty about me being alone while she enjoyed intimacy with others. She said it didn't feel right—like she was the only one having fun.

That's when she casually suggested we try swinging.

The internet is always open. While browsing, I found several sites dedicated to swinging—most commercial, but one stood out as non-profit.

This particular group rented hotels in tourist cities once every month or two and hosted private parties.

I sent them an email expressing interest and asked to be invited to their next event.

They replied quickly. It seemed, whether in Korea or here, there were always men who joked around. They wanted to verify us. They gave me a phone number and asked me to call—with my wife.

Hesitating at first, I finally gathered the courage and called. They asked a few questions—mostly about age and experience. Then they spoke with my wife too.

They requested a few photos. We sent two or three, slightly blurred.

After the verification, they sent detailed instructions for the upcoming party.

The event would be held in a tourist city—let's call it the tourist city—about three hours from where we lived.

We signed up. A week before the party, we received full details.

Since we'd never taken a trip together after marriage, we decided to treat this as our first real getaway.

We left the kids at a trusted friend's house. (Here, it's common to send children to close friends' homes—provided there are kids of similar age.)

We left early Saturday morning. The party was set for Saturday evening. We'd already booked accommodations online.

But this wasn't just any lodging.

It was a unique place—an acquaintance's home we'd found through the internet: a naturist couple.

These people lived completely nude all the time. Their children had already moved out. (Here, kids usually leave home once they start university.)

Despite being only 43, they already had kids in college—perhaps because they'd had children young.

We arrived a little past lunchtime. My wife was shocked the moment we stepped in—someone walked past us in the garden completely naked.

The house stood alone on a vast open field. No other houses nearby.

On a plot of land larger than a schoolyard—about 16,500 square meters—the couple lived entirely nude.

We had some experience with nude beaches, so we stripped the moment we arrived. It felt incredibly liberating.

Being naked—seeing and greeting each other without clothes—felt genuinely peaceful and comfortable.

It was a moment of clarity: how much of our lives were lived behind the false mask of clothing?

Yet, strangely, there was no lust. Seeing the wife's bare pussy, her breasts, didn't make me hard.

The husband, too, showed no arousal when seeing my wife's naked body—no erection, no excitement.

We drank beer together and chatted—where we were from, how long we'd stay, whether we had kids.

Later, we joined them in their warm backyard for sunbathing.

When asked how we'd found them, I couldn't bring myself to say we were here for a swing party—so I said a friend had invited us.

They mentioned a beautiful stream and small waterfall nearby, so we decided to go together. Still, since we were going outside, we loosely covered up before leaving.

When we arrived, the waterfall was charming—crystal-clear water, cool but not cold under the summer sun. Hardly anyone came by during the day.

We stripped again and jumped into the water. It felt refreshing, amazing. Letting nature embrace my body felt deeply relaxing.

Like close friends, we splashed and played, laughing under the waterfall as if taking a sacred bath.

Maybe because our bodies were slim and fit, or because we looked like a couple on vacation, they asked if we were on our honeymoon.

Even though Westerners here might guess our age around thirty, being mistaken for newlyweds felt a bit much.

On the way back, we drove home completely naked.

Only a car or two passed us during the ten-minute ride. Once home, we went straight to our bedroom—to rest well for tonight's "mission."