Back in the Saddle--Halloween 2014

To use a common cliché, we’re back in the saddle again! Last night (this entry was originally written at the end of October--I apologize for not posting it until December and for any confusion this may cause) we attended a lifestyle Halloween party at the end of October. Some friends there pointed out that it was our one-year swinger anniversary since our first full swap was at the same party last year. This was our first lifestyle event since May, so it had been five months. Our baby daughter was now three months old. I went into the night apprehensive and doubting I would do anything. To be honest, I haven’t regained my confidence or self-esteem post-baby and probably won’t until I’m back in the same shape I was this time last year. I will get there, but I don’t know how long it will take. Despite Mr. X’s insistence that people would want me at the party, I didn’t think they would and went into the night with the idea that we wouldn’t play with anyone. I was wrong…I was propositioned by multiple people, some wanted and some unwanted. In the end we did play, and it was great.

To recap 2014 thus far, pregnant swinging wasn’t too successful for me. We attended two large parties, one small party, one meet and greet, and hosted two couples in our home. From that, I experienced five instances in which the man I was with was interested in having sex with me but unable to do so…not good for a girl’s self-esteem. Last night made me feel amazing. I wanted to feel sexy and have someone I found attractive just want to fuck me.

We checked into our hotel early in the evening. We took what felt like a 5-second nap, trying to rest and save our energy for the night to come. We were invited to one pre-party and for a drink in another couple’s room, so we did both. First we visited the room of a couple who had contacted us through one of our lifestyle sites. I wasn’t very eager to meet them, as I didn’t find their pictures or profile very enticing. However, my initial impression of people online has been terribly wrong before, so I agreed to say hi and have a drink. I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Scooby. When we arrived in their room, they were already halfway through at least one bottle of wine. We chatted for a while. I had half a glass of wine, and Mr. X had a full glass. They kept trying to get us to drink more. They were nice enough and pleasant to talk to, but I knew nothing was going to happen with them, as there was zero attraction on my part. We politely excused ourselves and headed to the pre-party.

At the pre-party, we chatted with a few couples we had met before and one who recently contacted us online. The couple who contacted us online were very attractive. The wife was beautiful and seemed very nice. Mr. X told me later that they were certified by the same couple who has certified us, the lovely couple from the meet and greet and New Year’s party at the end of last year. I started thinking and wondering how much couples in this lifestyle talk about and compare the same couples they have been with. I suppose it’s pretty common for you and your friends to fuck the same people. I’m sure there’s also a good amount of drama that can be involved.

We said our goodbyes and headed back to our room to get ready for the party. Once we arrived, we explored the building and checked out the play rooms. They were set up similarly to last year, several different distinct areas walled off for either variety or some semblance of privacy…preventing the play area from being just one huge orgy. We found Mr. and Mrs. H and the friends they brought with them to the party, I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors. We chatted for a while. Mrs. Neighbors seemed very friendly and bubbly and quickly took to Mr. X. Mr. X loved the attention from a pretty blonde and ate it up. I could tell right away that he wanted her. Mr. Neighbors stayed quiet and didn’t really participate in the dancing or conversation. Mrs. Neighbors explained that he’d had a long day. Our group wandered off and ended up near the play rooms. We took some pictures in a coffin and at an altar, just having fun.

Back on the dance floor, we talked some more, laughed, and danced. I only consumed one drink. I felt too guilty to drink more. We enjoyed the party and its entertainment. We watched a skilled pole dancer perform on a spinning pole, and I was terribly jealous. I want to be able to move like that someday. Somehow Mr. X and I found ourselves surrounded by very intoxicated Mr. and Mrs. Scooby. The next thing I knew, I looked over to see Mr. X and Mrs. Scooby kissing. I think Mrs. Scooby would have ripped his clothes off right there on the dance floor if that had been allowed. It was clear she wanted to be all over him. Mr. Scooby tried very hard to get me to go back to the play area with him. I tried to politely turn him down, as there was no way in hell I was ever going to be with him. I was almost beyond polite by the time I got away. First he asked if Mr. X would be ok having sex with Mrs. Scooby while she was on her period. That is not something I am alright with. I’m sure there are some guys and girls out there that don’t care about that, but I care. It’s messy and gross. If it’s not something I’m willing to do, I don’t want my husband doing it with someone else. Once I shut him down on that front, he asked if we could go play alone, to which I politely declined by saying “not tonight”. He kept leering at my chest and making comments about how much he loves “nursing boobs”. I should have been more forceful or at least conveyed that it was never going to happen, but I haven’t learned how to do that nicely yet. Thankfully, my savior showed up. Mr. Neighbors came over, grabbed my hand, and said to Mr. Scooby, "I’m taking her", and he lead me away…as simple as that. I assumed from all of the “get me out of here” looks I’d been shooting at my friends during my conversation with Mr. Scooby that they’d convinced Mr. Neighbors to go rescue me just to be a nice guy. However, that was only partially true. He was apparently interested in me but didn’t think he should act on it, as he thought I was supposed to be with Mr. H that evening. I didn’t find this out until later. I looked up at my very tall savior all in black, and he smiled down at me. The way the light caught his features, he looked so much like one of the stars of the movie Inception, and I told him as much.

Our group continued talking and laughing and dancing. Mrs. Neighbors was flirting quite heavily with Mr. X and making jokes about how eager his cock felt dancing against her and how someone needed to take care of him. A couple of minutes later, I was asked if I would be comfortable going back to the play area. Mrs. Neighbors wanted Mr. X. It seemed Mr. Neighbors wanted me as well, but I wasn’t really sure since we’d spent all of five seconds talking to one another, which has never been enough time for me before to agree to have sex with someone. My anxiety and self-consciousness came back and smacked me in the face. Mrs. H, who was also standing there with us, said she thought I might be more comfortable with Mr. H since I’d kind of been with him before. I guess she was trying to hook me up with Mr. H so that she could be the one to have sex with Mr. Neighbors. Well, Mrs. H went off, probably in search of Mr. H, and before I knew it, my very self-conscious and sober self was being led back to the play rooms with Mr. X and Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors.

We went back to the play area and searched for an open room. People were enjoying themselves everywhere, and it wasn't until our second lap of the play area that a space opened for us. Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors were quickly naked, and kissing progressed to Mrs. Neighbors on her back with my husband's head between her legs. I was told that by the time they were through with everything,

one of them had three orgasms, which one of them was unclear. Either way, way to go Mr. X!

Mr. Neighbors and I kissed while he unzipped my costume and slipped it over my shoulders. I unbuttoned his outer shirt and pulled it and his t-shirt off and touched his chest for the first time. I really like Mr. Neighbors' body. He is very tall, slender, and fit. He reminds me of a slimmer version of Mr. X. I remember moving my head to kiss along Mr. Neighbors' neck and to nibble his ear and remember removing my dress and underwear the rest of the way, but I don't remember Mr. Neighbors removing his pants. However, they were soon off, and he was on me again. He lowered me to the floor and kissed his way down my body.

Soon his tongue was on my clit, and at least one finger was inside me. It felt divine. Mr. Neighbors knew what he was doing. Though it is difficult for me to cum for anyone other than Mr. X, I believe I would have if I had let Mr. Neighbors continue (and look forward to next time). I was too impatient. I went up on my knees and took his long, thick cock in my hands. He was bigger than I had anticipated. I knew there would be some delicious pain if he took me from behind. I drew Mr. Neighbor's stiff cock between my lips and sucked away the pre-cum. I was delighted he was so turned on. I went down on him, licking, sucking, and stroking for awhile until I looked up at him and asked him to please fuck me. He smiled and said he was just going to ask me the same thing. We paused just long enough for him to slip on a condom, and then he was inside me.  I cried out in pleasure and was so happy to finally break my bad streak. He was hard, strong, playful, sexy, and sweet. We started in missionary, kissing furiously with my hands running all over his back, trying not to scratch him with my long nails. He moved my legs up to rest on his shoulders while he pounded deeper. He nipped at the inside of my leg with his teeth while he did this. It was incredibly hot. He whispered to me, saying that I am incredibly hot. I promised to be hotter in a few months (once I've had some more time post-baby). His response was great. He said he hoped we'd be able to have sex several times between now and then.

He got up and looked down at me and said "oh I'm not done with you yet..." What a turn on! I asked him what he wanted to do. He said he'd like to be somewhere else, standing up, with me bent over something...I asked if he'd like me to turn over so we could at least do doggie style. He liked that idea. I turned over onto my hands and knees, and he was inside me again. He pounded harder and faster, and it felt amazing. When it was over, we kissed some more and then had a bit of a debrief with Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbor. We all expressed a desire to see each other again.

Clothed once more, we rejoined the party. Mr. X and I met up with some other friends. We chatted and flirted. The husband of one of my friends was adorably drunk and trying to act like he wasn't. A little later, Mr. and Mrs. H asked if we wanted to go back to the playrooms with them. I politely declined and said we could do it another night. I really wasn't up for a second round. However, Mr. X believed I turned them down on purpose to get back at Mr. H for hardly touching me when we had them over in the spring. Soon the party was over, and it was back to the hotel for the night. Now we have New Year's to look forward to as well as getting to know Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors better in the meantime.

Unfinished…in more ways than one

I am ridiculously late in posting this unfinished entry from June 7, 2014

Hello again readers. It’s time for another entry. We had a couple of swinger encounters during the month of May. We attended an Alice in Wonderland themed party toward the beginning of the month. I was disappointed that I didn’t have more costume choices, being 7 months pregnant. It seems there are very few costumes available out there for pregnant woman. The ones I found were more like witches, fairies, pregnant nuns, etc. I really wanted to go as the Cheshire cat in a tight suit and sexy heels; I found an outfit on Yandy that was adorable…perhaps another year.  I believe the party company has decided to make Alice in Wonderland an annual event. I can’t wait to plan my costume next year. For this year I ended up buying a larger costume than I would normally wear and had it altered so that it was tight in the places it needed to be and still accommodated my growing belly.

Prior to the party, Mr. X and I had a discussion about swinging during the rest of my pregnancy. I told him that I didn’t want to be with anyone else new until after the baby, and definitely not anyone who doesn’t have kids/been with a pregnant woman before. Per usual, Mr. X did not pay attention to my request and messaged back and forth with a few couples who contacted us after seeing our RSVP to the event. He talked with one couple quite a bit. They are new to the lifestyle and have a few kids. Even though Mr. X told them I am pregnant, they were still interested and requested that we meet ahead of time via webcam so they could see that Mr. X and I are real. This was the first time we’ve had such a request. A couple of days before the party we met online on one of the lifestyle websites and tried to use the webcam feature through the site. It didn’t work very well. We ended up seeing each other but not hearing anything, so we still had to type our conversation…

I never finished writing the entry above. I will summarize, as I don’t remember too many of the details all of these months later. The couple we met on webcam before the party, I’ll call Mr. and Mrs. Webcam. We did meet them at the party. They were more attractive in person than I originally thought. While I had been less than thrilled at the idea of new people at that time, I hit it off with Mr. Webcam pretty quickly. He was a decent kisser and really sweet. He made a point to tell me several times that he was attracted to me, despite the pregnancy and also because of it. He made me feel really comfortable…until later. I actually received compliments and congratulations from quite a few couples at the party. We ended up during the later part of the evening in a play room with Mr. and Mrs. Webcam. Mr. X and Mrs. Webcam had no problems. They were off and running quickly. I felt a weird combination of self-conscious but sexy in the teddy I was wearing. 

Once Mr. Webcam removed it and we were standing there kissing, I looked down to see Mrs. Webcam with her phone poised to snap a photo of us. I hadn’t thought much before that moment about how I would feel if other people took pictures of us. At that moment, I asked her to stop. Honestly, if I hadn’t been pregnant, I probably would have been ok with it as long as she would have shared the pictures later.

Foreplay ensued. I went down on Mr. H, and then he went down on me. Then Mr. H tried to fuck me and was not able to. Any remaining self-confidence I had completely deflated. Of course I blamed myself. Mr. X and Mrs. Webcam seemed to have a great time. Mr. Webcam felt really bad that he wasn’t able to do what he wanted to, so he went back to going down on me. We parted that night as friends and said we hoped to get together another time to try again.

A couple of weeks after the party, we were invited to a meet and greet dinner that Mrs. Webcam hosted. We met at a sushi restaurant and had a very pleasant evening. We met several couples we’d never seen before, though at least one other couple had flirted with us on one of the sites before. One couple there even showed us sketches of their 1100 square foot sex dungeon in their basement…interesting crowd. After dinner, the group broke up and parted ways. We followed Mr. and Mrs. Webcam back to their house to give things another shot. Mr. Webcam said he thought things might go better for him if we were in separate rooms, as he thought maybe Mrs. Webcam’s moans and other noises were giving him performance problems. They apparently had only been with one other couple, and he had struggled with them as well and eventually just let his wife play alone with that husband. Inside, we started in their bedroom. After a little while, Mrs. Webcam and Mr. X left the room to try to help Mr. Webcam. Unfortunately it did not work. He still wasn’t able to fuck me, but licked and sucked pussy like there was no tomorrow. He was a sweet man and eager to please. I just wish I could have helped him…and fucked him. I don’t know if they will decide to stay in the lifestyle or if he might have more success with someone else…perhaps my very visible pregnancy was a factor or perhaps not. Either way, I’d like to remain friends with them.

Soft Swap Meetings and Sexy Birthday Extravaganza That Left Me Panting

I fully intended to post this entry back at the end of March as opposed to two months later. As such, the events all took place before my last blog entry...

It has been a while since my last entry. I apologize for that. Life has been quite crazy. Mr. X and I just bought a new house and have been busy moving, unfortunately too busy to engage in very many swinger activities…sad, I know. We plan to rectify that soon before my pregnancy progresses too much and prevents our swinging participation for a while. My X and I just finishes a fun round of play time in the lotus position (my favorite with him), and I’m ready to get back to writing. He has been teasing me about my terrible naming system in this blog so far, and I agree with him, but I couldn’t think of a better way to do it at the time. I suppose I will try some nicknames for people for a little while. Tonight I will recap our encounters since my last entry toward the beginning of February.

Other than our one February full swap night, somehow we spent the rest of the month only going out with couples who designate themselves as soft swap. For anyone not familiar with this terminology, it basically means that play with the other couple ends at oral. There is no penetrative sex with the other couple or couples. We did not intend to spend the majority of the month going out with couples who are only soft swap, and only one was intentional. One couple, I’ll refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Accent, thought they met us as a meet and greet in January at which we were supposed to be in attendance but had to miss due to a canceled babysitter. They wanted to meet us for dinner anyway, which was fine since Mr. X found Mrs. Accent’s pictures very attractive. Mr. X apparently did not read their profile carefully enough beforehand, or he would have noticed their preferences before we went out. It is unlikely that he would have made plans with them if he had known they weren’t full swap. I completely understand why some couples draw the line and don’t cross into penetrative sex with other people…in some ways it can be more intimate and possibly threatening to the couple’s relationship,  but on the other hand, I think it can be the opposite way as well. I think the act of going down on someone, of working to please someone else in that way can very often be far more intimate and require more trust than mindless fucking.

Dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Accent was nice enough. Conversation was easy and flowing but an interesting challenge to decipher. Mrs. Accent is from Germany, and Mr. Accent is from Puerto Rico, and in an already loud restaurant, I had do the best I could to navigating through our discussions. One thing that really struck me about this couple was that though they’ve been together for a while, they have been married for less than a year and are already in the lifestyle. I know I would not have been comfortable doing anything like this so early in our marriage. After dinner, they invited us back to their place which was definitely set up to entertain. They wanted to listen to music and play pool and air hockey, which we did. There were no moves made on anyone’s part at all. At one point when Mrs. Accent left the room, Mr. Accent mentioned to Mr. X that Mrs. Accent needs to be wooed in order to do anything, and apparently Mr. X wasn’t doing that, though neither was Mr. Accent toward me. Eventually midnight came, and we’d been with them for four hours and were no closer to anything happening. I was getting sleepy, and we hadn’t been terribly interested in the idea of a soft swap with them in the first place, so we ended up parting ways with a hug. They were very nice, funny, and attractive, but they weren’t for us.

Our next meeting with a soft swap couple that month went better. I will call them Mr. and Mrs. Boat, as they have expressed that they are avid boat lovers and want to take us out on the water sometime. I get extremely motion sick on boats, so I hope whenever we go out with them that I am able to handle it. Taking a cruise a couple of years ago with Mr. X and some vanilla friends just about killed me. Anyway, we met Mr. and Mrs. Boat at a local diner for lunch one day. They had sent us a very well-worded email, so we were happy to meet up with them. Conversation flowed freely, and it was a nice afternoon. We parted ways with the plan to see each other again. Since then, we have exchanged quite a bit of texting, and they seem eager to see us again despite my pregnancy and growing belly. They have several children, and apparently pregnancy is not a turn off for Mr. Boat. They have been in the lifestyle for a little while, but thus far only Mrs. Boat has done full swap and Mr. Boat soft swap. However, recently he had a conversation with me where he said Mrs. Boat, for the time being, would like to be just soft swap but will allow Mr. Boat to full swap with me if Mr. X is ok with that. I guess in the past jealousy was an issue for Mrs. Boat, so Mr. Boat was not permitted full swap. His text messages to me have become progressively more detailed and erotic, outlining step by step exactly what he would like to do with me. We will see what happens.

At the beginning of March, we attended what I think of as a birthday extravaganza. Both Mr. and Mrs. B have birthdays in March, and one of their close friends does as well. They decided to celebrate the three birthdays together with a night of debauchery with lifestyle friends that included dinner at a burlesque restaurant, entertainment at a high-end strip club, and then a sexy and naked after party back at a hotel. It was quite a night. To me it was worth every penny. I certainly couldn’t wait to see (and fuck) Mr. B again. It seemed like forever between New Year’s and the birthday celebration.

The burlesque restaurant had a very ambient atmosphere. On the level above the bar was a giant glassed in stage where dancers performed a variety of routines. It set quite a sexy scene, what we saw of it. Our table was across the room, and our view was a bit obstructed. I didn’t mind, though. I had Mr. X on one side of me, Mrs. B on the other, and Mr. B across from me to stare at as much as I wanted. One of the other couples there we had met before at the happy hour we attended in November (for lack of a better name, right now I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Happy Hour), and they had recently played with Mr. and Mrs. B. The wife seemed more than happy to have her hands all over Mr. B throughout the evening. Mr. X told me later that I was glaring at her all night, and I hadn’t realized I was. She and her husband seem very nice, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know them better. Dinner was not super impressive, but again I didn’t care. Eventually we moved on to the strip club.

At the club, I was fascinated to see that the stripper poles went up two stories high, and the girls occasionally climbed all the way up and performed for people in the balcony. Granted I haven’t frequented many strip clubs in my life, but the place and the girls were quite impressive. Since I am currently taking pole dancing classes, I was definitely transfixed watching the girls move effortlessly doing things I can only dream of doing someday (though I will definitely not try the stripping for money thing). I had some nice conversations at the club. P was there, the very sweet gentleman I only kissed at the Halloween party and have since made an effort to say hi to whenever I’ve see him. The organizers for the big parties we have attended were there as well, and we had our first conversation with them that extended beyond “hi, nice to meet you”.

When we left the strip club, I was eager to get back to the hotel and get my hands on Mr. B. I’d kissed him a few times throughout the night, but I was dying for more. Mrs. B made me laugh on the walk to the hotel. She took her shoes off and walked barefoot on the sidewalks in the city. At one point she decided to show us all she was going commando for the night and mooned us in the street.

Once we arrived at the hotel suite, Mrs. B changed into some lingerie to set the mood. Mrs. Happy Hour was soon in Mr. B’s lap, straddling him. They had sex on the couch while Mr. Happy Hour went down on Mrs. B as she reclined in a chair. That left Mr. X and me on our own for a time, so I went down on Mr. X for a while. After Mr. B and Mrs. Happy Hour finished, Mr. and Mrs. Happy Hour got together on the couch. I’m not sure exactly what happened with them then, but I know toys were involved. She really wanted to cum, and I believe she was not let unsatisfied. Mr. B came over to me, and I got up to meet him. We stood there kissing for a little while. I believe my dress was draped around my waist by this point. I was nearly frenzied with desire. At his first whispered suggestion of being inside me, I think my response was something like “Oh God, yes”. I led him into the bedroom of the suite so we would have more (and softer) room. The couch and chairs in the other room were all occupied. My dress came the rest of the way off, and soon Mr. B was on top of me, me on my knees and him taking me from behind. He pounded away, and I reveled in the feeling. I love when a man is in control and having his way with me. The submissive in me craves it. Eventually I heard Mr. B’s wonderful noises of pleasure which increased mine exponentially. I had been dying to hear those sounds again since Halloween when he fucked me on the floor of one of the playrooms and gave us both some nice bruises. When he finished, I was thrilled to have made him feel good. Even though I didn’t cum, I didn’t have to. I felt exquisite and exhausted, unable to move. Several of Mr. and Mrs. B’s friends walked in then and called hello to me while I still laid there naked on the bed. What a fantastic evening!

It's Been a While

Saturday night we went out to dinner again with Mr. and Mrs. H. I am now 6- months pregnant. I am getting more self-conscious as my belly grows, but I'm trying to get past those feelings. Unfortunately this date didn't help matters. I mentioned in a previous post that we had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. H back in January. I wasn't really showing then, so it wasn't that big of a deal. We met them initially at the Halloween party, and I believe Mr. has liked me ever since. I told them I was pregnant at the New Year’s party. Mr. and Mrs. H are very nice people, but Mr. X and I don't have much in common with them aside from the obvious. They don't have kids. We have an almost 2-year-old and soon another little one...unfortunate due to life circumstances such as our being busy with our recent move, it took a while for us to be able to go out again with Mr. and Mrs. H. Now I pretty much wish we had waited until after this baby is born and for me to be back in shape.

Dinner was very pleasant. We had a nice meal and then traveled back to our house. They came inside with us before our babysitter left, and I have to wonder what she thinks of us always going out dressed up and coming home often at very late hours...this time we had other people with us and asked her to watch our daughter overnight next month while we go to a hotel party. She has to suspect something.

We settled down in the living room and watched some TV. Mr. X was on our couch with Mrs. H, his hand moving further up her leg and skirt every time I looked over. I sat on the edge of a chair next to Mr. H. He occasionally rubbed my neck or brushed against me. Soon Mrs. H was in Mr. X's lap and kissing him. I apologized for being slower to start (when I'm not drinking). I decided to have a small glass of wine. I do not drink often when pregnant, but I needed a little that night. Please don't judge. I had a delicious glass of sweet red wine that definitely put me more at ease. Mr. X had removed at least half of Mrs.'s clothing by this point. We decided to go upstairs to our bedroom where everyone would have more space, and we had some candlelight instead of the harsh living room lights.

Once in the bedroom, Mr. X and Mrs. H continued divesting each other of clothes. I sat down on the bed with Mr. H and kissed him. Our kissing became more intense, and soon he removed my sweater, leaving me in my dress, bra, and panties. He unzipped my dress, and I removed his shirt. My bra came off next, exposing my breasts, which I believe he fondled and sucked. I have to say that Mrs. H has incredibly nice breasts, from what I could see. I believe hers are real, whereas mine are not, and I was envious. I am sure Mr. X enjoyed them, as he is definitely a breast man. I joke that he doesn't even remember me until after I had my surgery.

While Mr. H and I engaged in foreplay, Mr. X and Mrs. H had sex next to us. I unfastened Mr. H's belt, and he removed his pants and then my panties. My dress still hung around my waist, and he made no move to remove it. He used his hand on my clit in a way I've never felt before, almost mimicking a vibrator which surprised the hell out me. I didn't know it was possible to make me feel like that without a mouth or a toy. He asked if I cum more easily now that I'm pregnant. I responded that I think it's about the same, but that I've only had one orgasm swinging so far. I think he wanted to change that, and I am pretty  sure it would have worked if he had either used some lube with his amazing hand motions, or if he had even touched me with his tongue after all of that manual stimulation, I think I would have shattered. Alas, neither happened. There was definitely a point where his hand clamped down and worked me like crazy. I couldn't budge his hand or get away, though I tried. The stimulation was so intense.

I decided it was my turn to play with him, so I moved down his body with my mouth while he laid on his back. His cock was hard and stiff for me at first. I set to work, sucking on the tip while I stroked him with my hand and then sliding my hungry lips down the length of him over and over again, sometime in conjunction with hand-stroking and other times just my mouth all the way to the base of his cock, with the head in the back of my throat. He held my hair out of the way, and I appreciated the slight tugging sensation every time I went down. I'm quite a fan of gentle hair-pulling, especially when being fucked from behind. After a while, he started to soften and eventually stopped me and pulled me up against his chest. He and Mrs. H warned me that he doesn't cum easily, especially from oral, so I am trying not to think of myself as a failure that night. He told me he very much enjoyed my technique.

After that, we didn't do anything other than lay there spooning and facing Mr. X and Mrs. H and talked for a while. Ultimately I know that my pregnant belly freaked him out a bit. I know he likes me, but it was awkward for him. They don't have kids and never plan to. I asked earlier in the night if he'd ever been with a pregnant woman, and he said only once when the woman wasn't showing, and she didn't tell him she was pregnant until afterward. Overall for the evening, he hardly touched me and didn't fully undress me or express any interest in progressing things further. This is why I said I wish if we were going to do anything with them that we would have waited until after this baby and some serious body recovery time. I think things might have gone very differently.

I'm not going to let this night turn me off from swinging entirely until after this baby, though...Mr. B does an excellent job of making me feel sexy not only despite but also because of my pregnant belly. I can't wait to have his hands on me and his cock inside me again. I can't stop thinking about the threesome scenario with him and Mr. X that he talked to me about via text message a couple of weeks ago which involved some restraints as well...a girl can dream...perhaps this one might come true one of these days. Other than Mr. B, I think we will do less swinging during the third trimester. We are going to another swinger party in two weeks which is Alice in Wonderland themed. I have to get my costume altered to better feature my assets. I told Mr. X that from here, no more new people, and no one without kids until this fall, which he is fine with.

I will include a picture here of me at 6-months pregnant but not afraid to put on some lingerie and heels (modeled for pictures for Mr. X to keep, to send to Mr. B, and to share with you)

February Full Swap

January was relatively uneventful for us, but February started with a bang...literally. In January, we did go out to dinner with two new couples, though. The first couple we met for dinner, I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. G, are the first black couple we’ve met with. Mrs. G approached us through one of the swinger websites, and she said they were on the verge of not reaching out to white couple anymore, as they kept getting rejected. Mr. X was more than happy to talk to her. I joke about her being his new girlfriend since she texts him so often. I always know when I hear his phone beep lately that it has to be her. She was very, very eager to meet Mr. X. She told him that one of her biggest fantasies was to be with a white guy, and she was hoping he could fulfill that for her. He was extremely happy to volunteer though felt a little bit of pressure to live up to someone’s fantasy. Mr. G has texted me a little bit, but not too much. I haven’t been too excited about any of our recent prospects enough to get really into texting anyone new.

Our dinner with Mr. and Mrs. G was the weekend after New Year’s. They kept trying to change plans on us, including wanting to change our meeting location from a restaurant to a dance club. I didn’t feel comfortable having our first meeting with a couple in a place where we couldn’t really talk, so they agreed to keep our plans for dinner. Dinner was nice, nothing too exciting. Mr. G was very funny. I enjoyed his sense of humor. You could tell that Mrs. G wanted to crawl across the table and attack Mr. X. At the end of our dinner, without them discussing anything with each other, Mrs. G announced that they very much wanted to see us again and hoped to be able to arrange something soon.  We made plans for a couple of weeks from then, but we ended up not being about to meet up until a few days ago…I’ll get to that in a minute.

Our other dinner plans were with Mr. and Mrs. H. We met them for the first time at the Halloween Party I talked about. They were volunteers at the party, and they helped us feel more comfortable. I ran into Mr. H again at the swinger happy hour we went to, saw Mrs. H at the women’s group I went to in November, and then we saw them both again at the meet and greet before New Year’s and then at the New Year’s party itself. They seem very nice. There isn’t a ton of attraction on my part or Mr. X’s, but we’re willing to give it a shot since we like their personalities. Dinner was really fun. I loved talking with them both. I think we got to the restaurant around 7:30 or 8 and stayed until after midnight. Mr. X invited them back to our place, but Mr. H was exhausted, having gotten almost no sleep the night before because of work. We have been trying to make plans to see them again, but it hasn’t happened yet, though we have texted a bit. They seem very interested in us. We shall see what happens.

Other than Mr. and Mrs. G and H, we have talked to several other couples recently by text and email who are interested in meeting us and don’t seem to be deterred by the fact that I am pregnant. I’m 4 months along now and showing. I want to mention one couple, Mr. and Mrs. I because we have so much in common with them, that we simply have to meet them, even if no one ends up being attracted to one another. I think they messaged us first through one of the websites. What is so bizarre is that we live 600 miles away from where we grew up, and this couple found us. They live within a few miles of our new home (not sure if I mentioned it or not, but we’re moving in a few weeks to a bigger place, though same town…I’ll have to mention our new bedroom setup at some point), but they are from the same Midwest town as Mr. X. Mr. X even went to school with Mr. I’s cousin. Anyway, they seem nice, and Mr. I actually texts me quite a bit. We are planning to meet up with them in the near future for dinner, perhaps after we are moved into the new place and feel like we have somewhat of a life back.

A week ago, we got to see Mr. and Mrs. B again…which you should know by now makes me very happy. They invited us over to watch the Super Bowl with them. We brought our daughter with us and got to meet their super adorable kids as well. It was a very enjoyable evening, though nothing swinger-related happened (except for a pat on my ass in his kitchen when no one was looking). I can’t wait to get my hands and every other part of me on Mr. B again.

This bring us to this past week. We invited Mr. and Mrs. G over on Tuesday night. They came over for about 4 hours. We started with a bottle of wine and conversation. We talked a lot about our kids and a little about some of our experiences with other couples. Mrs. G said something that Mr. X and I found beyond hilarious and completely the opposite of what I think anyone else in the world would believe if they knew the two of us. Remember that I said Mrs. G texts Mr. X constantly…Mr. G hardly texts me at all, but to be fair, I never start conversations with him either…Mrs. G said that she and her husband had been talking about us and came to the conclusion that I am the lower-maintenance of the two of us (meaning between me and Mr. X). I think Mr. X and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing. I can see why they would think that, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. They assumed I’m not really that into texting. I said that absolutely isn’t true, that I love texting, especially dirty texting, and that Mr. X hardly ever texted anyone (including me) until we started swinging. I love that I can now tease Mr. X about being high-maintenance.

Once our conversation wound down, Mr. and Mrs. G asked if we wanted to go upstairs. They followed us up, and almost before we even set foot in the door, Mr. X and Mrs. G were all over each other. I believe they were both naked before I even had my shirt off. Without alcohol (I only had about half a glass of red wine) to boost my courage and lower my inhibitions, I am very slow to start with new people. I stood there for a little while with my head buried in Mr. G’s chest. He reached down and kissed me. We kept kissing, and soon he had removed my shirt. I tried to help him with my pants, but he told me no, that he wanted to do it, so I let him undress me fully. He had me do the same with him. When my hand first brushed his cock, I couldn’t help the exclamation that came out of my mouth. I know black men are rumored to be hung like horses, but I didn’t put too much stock in that…I should have. I know I referred to it at one point during the night as his “monster cock”…It was enormous…so thick that I wasn’t sure it would fit in my mouth and still longer than the average guy as well. Poor Mr. G is embarrassed about the size of his unit, which I didn’t expect either. We have talked about it since then, and he has said that he just tries not to hurt anybody with it.

Our kissing evolved into other touching. I guess that started while he was undressing me. As he moved down my body to remove my pants, his mouth lingered on my neck and ear and then down to my breasts. He kissed his way down my body, and soon his fingers were inside me, and his mouth was on my clit. He lowered me down onto the bed with me on my back and his fingers inside me. I wanted to taste him as well and also see if I could even get my mouth around him. It was a tight fit, but I was able to do it. I licked and sucked the tip in first and started moving up and down. I hadn’t been doing it for very long when he stopped me and said he couldn’t wait to have me any longer. It was a good thing he brought his own condoms. I am not sure anything we had would have fit him. I cried out when he entered me. He went slowly at first and gradually went faster. He kept changing up the position of my legs. For a while he had my legs up with my feet on either side of his head and then my legs pinned to his sides as he gripped them to enter me with more force. It was intense but pleasurable. We looked over, and Mr. X was taking Mrs. G doggie-style. Mr. G said that had been his plan next, so I turned over and went on my knees. He scooted me to the end of the bed, and he stood next to it. He entered me that way…HOLY FUCK…he is so thick and so long that every thrust nearly launched me off the bed. I felt like I was being split in two. I joked about how I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day, which wasn’t too far from reality. He had to keep moving me back on the bed since I kept moving forward involuntarily.  We alternated those positions for a long time, adjusting positions to “give me a break” from time to time. I was able to take a turn on top as well, and he complimented me on the view while I was up there.

I was surprised how much I laughed and had fun while we were together. Mr. G has a great sense of humor. Mr. X clearly had an amazing time. I kept hearing him talk to Mrs. G in a way that implied he couldn’t wait for a repeat performance. They expressed a similar sentiment when they left, and I have heard more from Mr. G since then than usual. I had pole dancing class the next night, which I almost skipped from exhaustion, but I ended up going anyway. Between Mr. G and pole dancing in the course of 24 hours, I really had a hard time moving at all the following day.

A very sexy new year

December was relatively quiet for us until the end of the month. We met a new couple, Mr. and Mrs. E, and had dinner with them mid-December. They are another couple new to swinging, so we shared stories about our experiences. It felt a little strange to be in sort of a reverse position from our initial meeting with Mr. and Mrs. B just a few months ago, since they were the experienced ones and we were the newbies. Anyway, dinner with Mr. and Mrs. E was nice, and we all said we’d have to get together again sometime. We saw them again a few weeks later on New Year’s Eve.

New Year’s Eve was quite an experience. We were out of town for Christmas but made sure to be back in town in order to be here for the New Year’s Eve party put on by the same people who arranged the Halloween party we’d attended. The party’s theme was completely opulent and hedonistic. It was Great Gatsby themed. Mr. X and I went all out for the event. Mr. X rented a gorgeous black tux, cummerbund and all. I bought a fringed flapper dress, long pearl necklace, and a feathered headband. We scheduled a babysitter for almost 24 baby-free hours. The party was at a gorgeous and fancy old hotel, so we booked a room for the night when we bought our party tickets. To get in the party spirit, we went to a meet and greet at the hotel the night before to meet, talk, and flirt with other couples, most of whom would be at the party the following night.

The meet and greet made for an enjoyable evening. There were a handful of couples we knew but none that we had been with. We were in the bar of the hotel, and it was so crowded by the end of the evening that you couldn’t walk from one part of the room to another without getting very up close and personal with other people, not that anyone minded. At first, an older couple approached us and very openly flirted. The wife kept finding excuses to touch me. I am not sure I will ever get used to such attention from women, but then again I never thought I would swing either. We moved to the other side of the room and stood by ourselves for a while. Conversations around us made it evident that most of the people there already knew each other. Mr. X noticed another couple standing off by themselves, and he told me he thought we should go talk to them. I will call this couple Mr. and Mrs. F. We hit it off right away. Mrs. F is stunning, and Mr. X was very attracted to her right away. She was the first example for me for the week of what a horrible judge of age I have become. I thought she was only a few years older than I am, but I believe she’s really 12 years older than I am and 10 years older than Mr. X. Normally that would have been outside the age range of people I thought I’d be ok with, but I’ve learned that age isn’t everything. We talked with them and flirted with them for hours. Mrs. F let us know that she is bi-sexual . As she put it, she loves everybody. I have found very few profiles on either swinger website where the woman is listed as being straight. I have added a note on my profile since New Year’s that says though I’m straight, I have very much enjoyed kissing some beautiful women lately. We left the hotel that night eager to see Mr. and Mrs. F again at the party in addition to all of our other friends who would be there.

New Year’s Eve, the night we’d been looking forward to for months finally came. We checked in at the hotel early and met up with Mr. and Mrs. B. The four of us explored the hotel a bit and got a peek at the play rooms for the after-party. The rooms were amazing. I was fascinated by the BDSM room set up with all kinds of 50 shades-like equipment. Unfortunately I was unable to experience any of the things I would have liked to in there. I know I would have loved being chained or tied to something and spanked or whipped. I had to laugh, the party planners thought of everything. All of the rooms had tables stocked with bottled of water, mints, towels, and bowls filled with condoms and packets of lube. After a tour of the rooms, we had a bite to eat in the hotel bar with Mr. and Mrs. B. I never eat much around Mr. B. I have a hard time thinking about anything other than jumping him when he’s around. 

After getting mostly ready but before slipping into my dress, Mr. X and I decided to take some sexy photos again. We did the same last time we stayed at a hotel and loved the results. We wanted to do it again. This time Mr. X was much more enthusiastic about giving direction. He seemed really into it and turned on. I’ll post part of one of our photos from the night at the bottom of this blog entry. Most of them were more revealing, though. Our photo session made us fashionably late to the party, but we didn’t mind.

The main party was set up between two rooms, one solely for dancing. The other room was set up with a casino, photo booth, tables, a bar, and an area for aerial performance acts. Everyone looked amazing. Most of the women were in flapper or period dresses, and men wore tuxes and 20’s style suits. We found Mr. and Mrs. E and Mr. and Mrs. F all gambling in the casino area. Later in the evening we were standing by the photo booth with Mr. and Mrs. E, and Mr. E turned and saw Mr. B across the room. He turned to us and said he had to go say hi to someone he thought he knew…no surprise, as I’ve mentioned, Mr. B really likes talking to new swingers, so of course he’d talked to them. I had told Mr. B about the couple we’d had dinner with earlier that month, but we hadn’t realized we both knew them. I decided to go for a little shock value, so while Mr. E was talking to Mr. B, I walked up, put my arm around Mr. B’s waist, and kissed him. Mr. E responded with, “oh, I guess you know each other.”

The night progressed, and we spent most of it talking in a group consisting of us, Mr. and Mrs. E, and Mr. and Mrs. F. We ran into Mr. and Mrs. A as well, and they looked stunning as ever. We lost sight of them after the midnight countdown and don’t know if they played at the after-party or not. Still, we are convinced that they aren’t real swingers. Anyway, shortly before midnight everyone packed into the dance hall for the countdown. Everyone was packed so close together. At the stroke of midnight, confetti rained down on everyone. It was beautiful. I received at least three midnight kisses, which was quite nice. The room started clearing out as everyone headed up to their rooms to change for the after-party. 

Mr. and Mrs. E did not have a room since they weren’t staying the night, so they came up to our room to change and store their party clothes. I changed into my lingerie in the bathroom while Mr. X stayed in the main part of our room with Mr. and Mrs. E. I am not sure how it started, since I was in the other room, but I heard Mr. E remark something about how his wife and my husband were making out. I came around the corner, and sure enough, they were. Mr. E expressed how unfair that was, and to make it even, he’d just have to kiss me…so he did. Mrs. E and I received approval from the men of our lingerie choices, and we all headed upstairs to the after-party. We started with a glass of champagne and a toast. We were soon joined by Mr. and Mrs. F and Mr. and Mrs. B. Mr. and Mrs. E and Mr. and Mrs. F went off to peek into all of the play rooms since they hadn’t seen them yet. Mr. B told his wife that I was ready for sex, so the four of us headed off to a room to shed some more clothes. The bedding on the floor of our play room was inflatable mattresses. There was some playful bouncing, but we got down to business rather quickly. Initially we had the room to ourselves, but more people joined us later. Mr. X and Mrs. B seemed to be having a great time together. Mr. B quickly had me on my knees sucking his cock into my mouth. It was delicious. I had missed him. It was a long two months between the two parties where I was able to play with him. After a while, he pulled me down onto the mattress and slid inside me. It was so good to have him inside me again. After the debacle with Mr. and Mrs. C, what I wanted from the night was to be fucked into oblivion, to just touch and be touched, to be pleasured and satisfied, and to do the same for someone else.  My time with Mr. B that evening ended in some pretty nice cuddling. It feels great to just lay naked with his arms around me. I’ve always loved cuddling. We parted ways in search of our other friends.

We met up with Mr. and Mrs. E. They had just been observing in the rooms and said they watched quite a show involving Mrs. F in the BDSM room. Unfortunately they were ready to leave, so we took them back to our room to collect their things and said goodnight. Back at the party, we found Mr. and Mrs. F. We wandered off to one of the playrooms with them. Mr. and Mrs. F were not used to on-premise parties, and I’ve heard for some men, it can be intimidating and affect performance to have other people watching when you’re not used to it. Anyway, when we got to the play room, it was very much implied that we would be swapping. Because I’m me and oblivious to men’s interest sometimes, I had to ask Mr. F if he was even attracted to me. He said of course. We started kissing, and after a minute, I remembered that I still didn’t know his last name. I hadn’t even known his first name when we’d said goodbye the night before…so I had to stop him and explain my rule. He looked at me incredulously but laughed and told me his name anyway and then jokingly asked if I needed anything else like his social security number. After that we were back to business. The mattresses in this room were nicer. They weren’t inflatable. Mrs. F and I laid side by side while my husband went down on her and hers went down on me. Mr. F was great. He certainly knew what he was doing. At one point, Mrs. F turned to me and apologized, saying that she wasn’t sure what to do with me, since she’s only used to being around “girly-girls” in situations like this. We ended up kissing while we laid there next to each other, our husbands otherwise occupied. Then she asked if she could do more. She caressed my breasts and eventually licked and lightly sucked them as well. That was very new to me. She was just so beautiful and sexy. Her lips were incredibly soft. It was no longer just a matter of not minding that a woman was kissing me, but I enjoyed it. She and Mr. F are both very good kissers. I also spend a good deal of time going down on Mr. F. Unfortunately we weren’t really able to have sex, but that seemed to make Mr. F determined to please me in other ways even more. Mr. X and Mrs. F had what looked like pretty amazing sex to me. Mr. X described some of the things she’d done as things he’d only ever seen in porn movies. He was extremely impressed. I still have the image in my head of one point during our play time where Mr. X had Mrs. F on her back and was fucking her. She contorted her body so that her head was below Mr. F’s cock in front of me, and she licked and sucked him while my husband fucked her. It was intense. After we were all finished, a man came up to us and said our group had inspired the entire room of people to play. That was flattering. We thanked Mr. and Mrs. F for a great time, wished them goodnight, and said we hoped to see them again sometime.

By this point, it was already 4 am, and the party was over. We headed back to our room. I was disappointed that I hadn’t fully gotten out of the evening what I wanted. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great evening, but I’d really wanted to feel a man cum in my mouth or inside me, to feel the satisfaction that always gives me. Mr. X was more than willing to go again and make me feel completely satisfied. We had some pretty fantastic shower sex later that morning before we checked out of the hotel as well. Another of my sex bucket list items had been to have sex standing up. The hotel room shower provided the perfect opportunity. The ledge in the shower gave me just enough leverage to ride him until he came and we were both gasping. Happy New Year!

One of the best months of my life

November 2013 was a month of near-bliss for me. Anyone who knew we were swinging and asked me how it was going at any point during that month received an answer like “absolutely amazing” or “so much better than I could have imagine”. Aside from a few hiccups, November was nearly perfect. I ran all of the time (started running on a whim at the beginning of October) after work most nights in my neighborhood and in races on the weekends. I even ran two 10k’s with two people I’d met in the lifestyle. I bet we had more interesting conversations during our races than most of the participants. In November I also went to my first meeting of a lifestyle women’s group that meets monthly. The women all get together, drink wine, and talk. I had to laugh when several of the women said their husbands always imagine the meetings involve naked pillow fights. That would be interesting. I had a great time and look forward to the next time I’m able to go. Hopefully that will be next month. I had to miss it in December because of other plans and this month because our babysitter had an emergency (it was a co-ed get-together this month, so Mr. X and I were both supposed to go but had to miss it).

In November we also attended our first swinger happy hour. Who knew such things existed? I wouldn’t have guessed that swinger gatherings were held in such public places, but I was very wrong. I was happy to see some familiar faces from the Halloween party, but most of the people there we’d never met. Mrs. B invited us to go. It was on a night I had pole dancing class, so I had to primp and change into a short skirt and top and style my hair at the studio on my way out. I was very excited to see Mr. and Mrs. B again. Mr. B and I stood together in this bar making out from time to time, and once again his hand went up my skirt, past my panties, and inside of me…right there in the very well-lit bar surrounded by people. While he did this, he suggestively whispered in my ear about wishing he could take me out to his car, bend me over the backseat and fuck me again…please, please, please…I would have loved it. Once again when he removed his hand from my skirt, he suggestively licked his finger and told me how great I tasted. Oh this man turns me on. Have I mentioned that in addition to the super dirty texts he sends me, I also get lovely naked pictures frequently? Of course I reciprocate as well. J Fair is fair. The only awkward part of the night was running into a couple who had approached us on one of the swinger websites that we had politely declined because we were not attracted to them. They were very nice people, just not the couple for us. I look forward to going back to this happy hour again. Apparently it meets every other week, though sadly still on the nights I have pole dancing class, so that makes for a very long but sexy evening.

Overall, I would say that November was the month of Mr. and Mrs. C. I went from thinking Mr. C wasn’t interested in me at all (despite the kissing at the Halloween party) to the four of us being practically joined at the hip all month. We went out to eat several times and had each other over at our houses quite often. We even fit in an afternoon at a movie theater where we made out like teenagers the whole time. It was amazing. From the beginning Mr. C explained that he doesn’t believe people are meant to be completely monogamous and that he craves love from more than one person. He said he believed that he leans more toward polyamorous side of the open relationship spectrum than just swinging. For people who don’t know what that means, Wikipedia will tell you “Polyamory is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. It is distinct from swinging (which emphasizes sex with others as merely recreational)”. Anyway, after getting to know us a little better, Mr. and Mrs. C said they think that I am probably more like that as well, which is a fair point. I know I can love more than one person at a time and always crave deep connections with people. I want to care about other people and have them care about me in return, though this usually backfires for me as it did in this case.

I won’t go into very many explicit details about our sex life with Mr. and Mrs. C since it ended badly. I will say that it started the weekend after the Halloween party and continued every weekend after that for the rest of the month...and it was spectacular while it lasted. Mr. C fulfilled one of my fantasies by using handcuffs on me. I don’t know what it is about restraints that makes me so wild, but I can barely control myself. With them we also had our first separate room swap experiences. We started with same room but ended in separate rooms. Eventually at the beginning of December, for the first time in my life, a man told me he loved me for the first time the same day he told me he couldn’t see me or even talk to me anymore. That was awful. It wasn’t the kind of love that would make him want to leave his wife or anything like that. It was just in line with what he had said all along about feeling like he was polyamorous and wanted to care about the people he slept with. This was such a huge hit for us. Over that short amount of time, both Mr. X and I had grown close to the two of them and were hoping to be in each other’s lives for a long time. Whether or not things will ever change with them is yet to be seen and pretty much entirely up to them. One of my biggest flaws is that I pretty much give people unlimited chances. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done or how much they’ve hurt me, I will open myself up to the possibility of being hurt again.

At the end of November we also met and had drinks with Mr. and Mrs. D. They are another couple we met through the first website we joined. Mr. X talked back and forth with them for a while before giving them our cell numbers. I think Mr. D might have been the first (though maybe not) man to text me who I had no idea who he was. Now I know that every time an unfamiliar number comes up on my screen that Mr. X has given my number to someone else again without telling me. Mr. D is fun to talk to. He’s not the dirty texter that Mr. B is, but he definitely loves sending and receiving pictures. Between Mr. A, Mr. B., Mr. C, and Mr. D (plus Mr. X on g-chat), I thought I was in danger of being fired or at least reprimanded at work during November for the amount of texts I sent and received all day every day at work. I hardly had time to do any work…but it was incredibly fun. Mr. and Mrs. D so far have been the only couple that we have slept with the same day we met them. We met for drinks at the same bar where we’d gone for the swinger happy hour since it was about halfway between our houses. After a couple of drinks and some fun conversation, we decided to all go back to our house. Before I talk about that, I want to mention a few things about Mr. D that made me laugh. First, by this point in our swinger journey, Mr. X and I had talked some but not too much about rules. All of the podcasts we have listened to have stressed the importance of having set rules and boundaries. We haven’t done much of that yet. However, one rule I didn’t realize I was making but just seemed to happen is that I want to know the person’s whole name before I sleep with them. Honestly, this makes me feel like less of a slut if I’m not having mostly anonymous sex with people. If a person wants to sleep with me, I hope they will be willing to share more than just their first name with me. When I told Mr. D this by text message, he laughed and told me his last name right away. J The other thing that made me laugh about Mr. D is that during one of our text conversations before we met, he asked me to tell him something about myself that he didn’t know. I told him that I used to skydive in college. When we met for drinks, he and Mrs. D told us that they have a secret signal to one another if a date is going badly and they want to leave. They ask the other couple if they’ve ever been skydiving since they enjoy it themselves. They told me that without me even knowing it, I’d blown their secret signal, so they’d had to come up with something else. Mr. X and I need to come up with something like that, otherwise he will invite everyone back to our house. We went back to our house, and it was the first time I’d swapped with a new person without being drunk. I only had one drink while we were at the bar, so I wasn’t even tipsy. That made it a little more difficult for me to feel completely comfortable. We all started kissing and touching on our couch. Soon Mr. X and Mrs. D were naked and going at it. Mr. D and I took things a little slower, but not too much. He had incredibly soft skin and a very impressive and pierced cock. He’s not the first person with piercing that I’ve slept with, but it had been a long time. The oral sex wasn’t the best, but he got an A for effort. We all moved upstairs to get more comfortable and to fuck. Mr. X had an amazing time with Mrs. D. I was enjoying myself with Mr. D as well until first he had to stop and ask for some Tylenol and then had to stop all together because he felt so terrible. This was the day after Thanksgiving, and he drank way too much the night before. He said he’d almost asked to reschedule because he felt so sick but didn’t want to do that. It was understandable. I was sorry he didn’t feel well and sorry I couldn’t make him feel better. We have continued texting since that night. He has said he’d like to get together again sometime, but we haven’t talked about when that will be. Mr. and Mrs. D are also the only couple we have swapped with or are currently talking to who don’t yet know our big news…

As it turns out…I am pregnant. Surprise…I got pregnant about two seconds after we started swinging. It wasn’t unplanned, but I had hoped it would take much longer, like at least 6 months longer. Mr. B has joked about how I’m having his love child since the days I could have gotten pregnant spanned from the day of the Halloween party (remember, first swapping experience ever with Mr. B) to the following Saturday which was the first time we swapped with Mr. and Mrs. C…though Mr. X has to be the father. He and I fucked a ton that week, and he is the only person with whom I don’t use condoms.

Pregnancy has thrown a whole new kink in my world of beginning to swing. I was just getting the hang of it, and then I had to start worrying about when I was going to start showing, whether or not anyone would still want to fuck me, whether or not I would want anyone to see me pregnant and naked, etc…So far, the surprising and overwhelming response we have heard from men has been something like “pregnant women are sexy. I have no problem with that”. Mr. X has been surprised by this too. Mr. B has even said that the bigger my bump gets, the more turned on he will be. I am looking forward to that. I am just now starting to show, so our experiences in February will likely be a bit different from what they have been thus far….and now we should be caught up through the end of November…oh, except that Mr. B also picked me up for a coffee break one morning on his way to work. That was the day I told him I was pregnant. We had drinks and lovely conversation (and lots of eye-fucking) at a Starbucks before he returned me back to work. One the short drive back, of course he had his hand up my skirt…he is so exciting!

Tonight I'll post a picture of me in my naughty schoolgirl outfit that I picked up this summer from a sex boutique down the street from my office. Thanks for reading! 

Pole Dancing--not just for strippers, a great way to feel immensely sexy

As I mentioned in an earlier post, another new addition to my life since we started swinging has been pole dancing. Until recently, I’d only thought of it as something strippers do in clubs, not something that normal women can do, even if it is just for themselves, to build self-confidence and feel sexier. It’s an added bonus that on top of those two very important results, I feel like I have also become a better dancer and more aware of the way I move. The classes have been so rewarding and so much fun. I have been taking them now since the last Wednesday of October in 8-week block sessions. I’m currently a few sessions into the level 2 block. Throughout all of my classes, I have walked out each week with more bruises on my arms, legs, knees, and feet than I would have thought possible, but the only activity I’ve ever enjoyed more that also gave me bruises was great sex, of course…I’m sure most of us have walked away with sex injuries from time to time. Right now I have a spot of rugburn on the top of one of my feet from a session on Mr. C’s basement floor that still hasn’t healed after two months…but that just means we were having a great time.

Back to pole dancing…I have enjoyed posting a few status updates on Facebook when I’ve gone to class. I imagine the reactions from some of my more conservative friends who think that pole dancing should only be for strippers. I also imagine the women who secretly wish they were doing it too. I also love bringing it up on our swinger dates as one of my new hobbies. The reactions so far have always been a desire to hear more about it. The men definitely perk up and move in a little closer…and then there are jokes about putting a pole in my house (probably will happen in the next few months—I think I’ve worn Mr. X down into agreeing to get me one) and requests or wishes to see me do it. From the women, I usually hear something like “I’ve always wanted to do that!” During the first 8 weeks, we learned 4 different basic spins and a dance and spin routine that incorporated everything from all of the sessions. I walked away from that block of classes feeling immensely better about myself and looking forward to more.  In this level 2 block of classes, I now get to wear adorable 5.5 in platform stripper heels. I love them! They are so comfortable (shockingly) and make me feel amazing. I am tempted to buy a second and third pair so that I have one set to keep at home for when I get my own pole there and one pair to wear on swinger dates. The more we swing, the higher heels I want to wear. I was not much of a shoe person from the time I graduated from college until recently. Mr. X used to tell me I wasn’t high maintenance because I didn’t spend tons of money on shoes or purses. I still don’t buy the crazy expensive high-end designer shoes, but I shudder to think about how much money I have spent on shoes since we decided to swing.

Working out in 5.5 in heels is intense, let me tell you. There is another reason why I am more tired in class now than before, but I’ll get to that later. However, I love that my class is in a studio with the walls lined with mirrors. There is a disco ball rotating overhead as well, and the lights are dimmed…definitely mood lighting designed to make you feel sexy. Our instructor encourages us to watch ourselves during class instead of her. This allows us to see how we are moving and to make adjustments so that we look as sensual as possible. The heels make everything look even better. I highly recommend that any woman interested in pole dancing should find a studio and give it a try. I adore it. Our studio also offers special classes from time to time. Next month they are offering a special lap dancing class right before Valentine’s day for women who want to spice up their holiday. I may have to find a way to make it. I’m sure Mr. X would love the results.

First experiences--jumping all the way in

During that month before Mr. X and I met up for vacation (August 2013), Mr. X emailed back and forth with a number of couples, some of whom we contact first and some who were the other way around. I wasn’t terribly interested in most of the people he talked to, so I let him do the talking. However, one man really caught my interest. I will call him Mr. A. Now Mr. A is gorgeous and very much the type of man I’ve always been attracted to. Since I was interested, I took over talking to him. Mr. X loved being able to read the back and forth conversations between the two of us. He told me all the time how excited it made him. Emails with Mr. A through the website progressed to instant messages and then text messages when we exchanged phone numbers. I felt like a giddy teenager at the beginning of a relationship. Mr. A and I texted one weekend until about 4 am each night/morning. The conversations were a little getting to know one another but mostly about sex and what we wanted to do to one another (I especially enjoyed his promises that he would make me cum before he'd bury himself deep inside me)…mixed in with a little swinger advice from someone who has been doing it for a while. We made plans to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. A about a week after Mr. X and I were to return from vacation.

Sadly, our plans with Mr. and Mrs. A were postponed indefinitely. Mr. A had to work the night of our planned meeting. They have been vague about rescheduling ever since, though we have met them in person several times. I will touch on that later. Mr. X and I are convinced that Mr. and Mrs. A aren’t really swingers, that they just like the social interaction. We are probably totally wrong in this, but so far all evidence supports our hypothesis.

I was disheartened after our first planned meeting with another couple was cancelled. I wasn’t sure that swinging was something I wanted to pursue after all. However, in the 4 months since that time, Mr. X and I have attended two lifestyle parties, gone out to dinner or drinks with 6 couples, swapped with 4 couples, spoken with numerous other couples, attended a swinger happy hour, and made a few what I hope will be lasting friendships. I have also run races with a couple of lifestyle people, joined a monthly group for lifestyle women, and started taking pole dancing lessons. Life is certainly not dull or boring, and the amount of money we spend on babysitting is a little crazy.

Let me move on to talking about our actual encounters. Mr. X and I met Mr. and Mrs. B for dinner in mid-October 2013 on a weekday night. I was still disappointed about not rescheduling with Mr. and Mrs. A since I had been so interested in Mr. A. However, Mr. B’s emails to us through the site were intriguing. They advertised themselves as experienced swingers who love new people and being naughty. They are also several years older than us, but still within a decade. I also loved that their profile mentioned how much Mr. B loves to dirty text…this is one of my favorite things that turns me on almost as much as kissing (which is my favorite thing to do on the planet, hence my being a kissing slut in college). I was so nervous (and this was a recurrent theme initially with all of our swinger encounters) that I was visibly shaking. I’d put on my highest black shiny heels that I bought specifically with swinger dates in mind. My dress was very short but showed no cleavage. I have been entirely at a loss for my inability to find dresses or tops lately that accentuate my cleavage. I believe when I was younger it was the other way around, impossible to find dresses that would hide it, but I digress. When Mr. and Mrs. B joined us at our table, we all ordered food and drinks. My drinks (sangria) were disgusting but helped calm me down and made it easier for me to talk and be open. I was smitten with Mr. and Mrs. B almost immediately. They were so nice and friendly, open, and easy to talk to. They asked us questions about our history and why we decided to do this. They were excited to hear that they were our first real experience and spent the rest of our time telling us some of their swinger stories and showing us pictures. Our server definitely came by our table more times than he needed to. I think he caught bits and pieces of our conversation and wanted to hear more. When we said goodbye in the parking lot, Mr. B grabbed my ass when he hugged me. I don’t know why I was surprised, but I liked it. We started texting one another that night, and his texts definitely did not and still don’t disappoint. I love his dirty mind and all of the things he wants to do to me. I imagine him as my experienced teacher and me the extremely willing, horny, and thus far rather innocent student. Mr. and Mrs. B are amazing. I always love the time we spend with them or talking to them and hope to keep them around for a long time. Mr. B loves talking to pretty much all new people, so I will need to work to keep his attention.

That weekend we met with our second couple who had approached us on a different swinger website. I heard about this other site from a swinger podcast I had been devouring in order to try to learn more about the lifestyle. This website seemed more like Facebook for swingers. Not only can you list your basic information and pictures…but you can answer a survey about the different things you are into and to what extend they are important to you. You can send people flirts and friend requests and write on each other’s walls. Also, instead of having just a tracker that tells you how many views your profile has had, this site tells you exactly who viewed your profile and on what date...how every stalkerish and lovely...also an ego boost when the same people like you enough to look over and over again. Anyway, back to Mr. and Mrs. C…now our experiences with the two of them were very mixed. In some ways, we hit it off right away at dinner. They are very close to our age and seem to be in a similar stage in life. They had never swapped with another couple either, though they had been on the website for quite a while. Dinner was fun, and I was super nervous again. My leg was shaking so badly that I thought it was going to move the table. However, all through dinner, Mr. C barely glanced at me except during the couple of times Mr. X and Mrs. C went to order drinks together, leaving Mr. C and me alone for a few minutes. Apparently they (Mr. and Mrs.C) were both as nervous as I was. Mr. X, however, seemed more excited than nervous. Since Mr. C hardly looked at me, I was a bit surprised that they seemed so enthusiastic to see us again, and soon. The tone of their emails leading up to dinner seemed just as excited, though they stressed how slowly they wanted to take things, which was fine with us. Anyway, we mentioned at dinner that we had two extra tickets to a swinger Halloween party for the following weekend if they wanted to join us. Mr. A is actually the person who told us about the party in the first place. We knew Mr. and Mrs. B would be there as well, and we were planning to meet up with them there. However, the friends who were supposed to go to the party with us (not swingers, but intrigued by the lifestyle) were not going to make it. Mr. and Mrs. C contacted us later that night and said they’d love to go to the party with us. I made sure they knew that we had plans to meet up with other people there as well and didn’t want them to be upset if we didn’t spend the entire evening with them. They seemed fine with the idea.

Now here is where the action started...A few days later, I had the unexpected pleasure of a visit to our home by Mr. B. He was in the area and wanted to stop by “for a kiss”. I was so excited and nervous (of course) that I ran outside to meet him when he got here and almost kissed him in front of my house where our nosy neighbors could have seen. Mr. X knew Mr. B was coming over and was fine with it, just disappointed that Mrs. B was not with him as well. I remember grabbing Mr. B’s hand and leading him upstairs to my bedroom. I had no idea what I was doing. I also hadn’t consumed any alcohol which made me even more on edge. We started kissing and removing clothing. I was even more intimidated because all of the lights were on. I’m not usually one for sex or sexual acts in full light, dim lighting or candles are usually preferred...though that may change over time. There have definitely been some men I want to see as much of and as well as possible who also make me feel sexy enough to lose some of my self-conscious feelings in the light. Anyway, we spent some delicious time kissing and touching each other. Mr. B was naked, and I was wearing only my panties (black and white cheeky ones made of silk and lace from Victoria's Secret). Sex was off the table for the night, but other things were not. We kept kissing, and I went down on him for a little while. It felt like it had been a million years since I'd had an unfamiliar cock in my mouth. It was fantastic. I wanted very much to please him and knew I wouldn't be satisfied that evening until I made him cum. Mr. B asked if Mr. X would want to join us, so I walked downstairs in my house nearly naked to invite my husband into bed with me and another man…completely bizarre experience…Mr. X was happy to join us, as this would be the first time he saw me do anything with another man. The next hour or two was intense. It wasn’t a full threesome since there was no penetrative sex, but it was close. I laid in bed between the two men, kissing them in turn and being touched. There were times I didn’t know whose hands were touching me. It was amazing and made me feel insanely sexy, like I was the sexual being I was always meant to be. Mr. B likes to direct people almost as much as he likes to participate. He instructed me to go down on Mr. X, so I did. While I had my husband’s cock in my mouth, Mr. B got off the bed and moved behind me. He kissed and fondled my ass and delivered a delicious smack from time to time. Oh how I want to be spanked well by someone who knows how to do it and then fucked from behind savagely…if my wrists are bound or I’m otherwise restrained at the same time, even better...Ah, someday…Anyway, after Mr. X came in my mouth, it was Mr. B’s turn. I refocused my attention on Mr. B’s beautiful cock, knowing my husband was watching me this time and wanting me to please Mr. B. I sucked, licked, and stroked until Mr. B also came. I know a grin of self-satisfaction crossed my lips as I swallowed. Mr. B told me how well I’d done taking two loads of cum like that. It was crude and turned me on like crazy. I wanted to fuck him very badly but knew it had to wait. The three of us laid there in bed, naked, talking, and looking at more pictures for a little while before Mr. B had to leave. I was sad to see him go but excited to see him again that weekend at the Halloween party.

The Halloween party was the following weekend. Mr. and Mrs. C offered to pick us up and drive us there since we had their tickets. However, Mr. and Mrs. B invited us to their hotel room to pre-party ahead of time. We were planning to swap with them before other people started arriving. Mr. B teased me ahead of time asking how many drinks it was going to take before I’d attack him. I told him I didn’t think any since I wanted him so badly, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case. I put on a pretty blue dress, sparkly belt, and some camel-colored snakeskin heels. Of course I was shaking when we got to their hotel room. I started with a drink, vodka, but not quickly enough. Other people started arriving including their friends who had an adjoining room, which they opened as soon as they arrived. Even with some other people in the room, Mr. B stood in their room with me, kissing me, and soon his hand was up my dress and inside me.  When he pulled his hand away, he sucked his finger into his mouth and told me I tasted delicious. My knees went weak, and I know I was soaking wet. Never in my life had anyone done anything so risqué toward me. The fact that we couldn’t immediately fuck after that was torture for me. People kept showing up to drink and socialize. I could barely take my eyes off of Mr. B, and I glared at him (I supposed in my “it’s killing me not to be fucking you right now” way) and told him I hated him for making me wait. He loved my reaction. He offered to take me into their bathroom, lift me onto the counter, and lick me senseless, but Mr. X wouldn’t let me go. He wanted us to do things at the same time and wanted to watch me. So, we spent the rest of the pre-party sexually frustrated meeting many of Mr. and Mrs. B’s friends. Eventually we had to leave to go home and get ready for the party.

I spent a lot of money on my costume this year. I wanted to feel sexy and alluring more than ever before. My entire outfit aside from my boots came straight out of a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, a beautiful sequined corset, ruffled boy shorts that showed the cheeks of my ass, fishnets, black gloves, and angel wings. As I mentioned, Mr. and Mrs. C drove us to the party. They also said we were welcome to come back to their place after the party if we wanted to (so much for taking things slowly), though we didn’t think we would be able to do that since we already had plans with Mr. and Mrs. B that we thought would go beyond the time Mr. and Mrs. C needed to get home. Mr. X and Mrs. C had exchanged very sexual text messages all week, so it was no surprise that they were making out in the backseat, glued to each other about 5 seconds after we got in the car. I still wasn’t convinced Mr. C even had any interest in me at all based on the lack of eye contact at dinner the previous weekend and the tame text conversations we’d had since then. However, he asked if we could have our first kiss at one of the stoplights on the way to the party, so we did. It wasn’t hot or heavy, but it was nice, and I definitely liked his smile…I still didn’t think he was interested, so I wasn’t drawn to him the same way I was to Mr. B, at least not yet…the party was amazing and unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Some people were in elaborate costumes that revealed nothing. Other people were practically naked. We were given glowing wristbands to indicate that we were first-timers at an event so that other people would know to be extra nice and helpful to us. We were given a tour of the whole place including the play rooms which would open later. I got drunk pretty quickly…I was even more jittery than any of the previous times we met with anyone since sex was definitely anticipated later…not only just sex but sex in front of other people.

The first part of the night we spent with Mr. and Mrs. C. We drank and talked and waiting in line together to have pictures taken. I saw Mr. B from time to time and couldn’t help but kiss him when I did. Mr. B encouraged me to kiss Mr. C as well, so I did since Mr. C didn’t seem to mind. I was still oblivious to Mr. C’s interest in me. Apparently I was being pretty flirty with him as well in my drunken state. I don’t remember wrapping one of my legs around him at some point while we were waiting in line, but apparently I did. Mr. C told me later how much he’d enjoyed it. I believe Mrs. C and I kissed as well, and if I remember correctly, it was the first time she had kissed a woman. Her lips were very soft. While in line for pictures, somehow I ended up kissing another gentleman who was in line in front of us with his wife. Sadly I do not remember how it happened, but he seemed very nice. I will just call him P. We saw he again recently at a New Year’s Eve party (which I’ll talk about later), and every time he saw me, he came up and kissed my hand and told Mr. X how lucky he is to be married to me. We even ran into Mr. and Mrs. A at the party, so there was confirmation the both existed. They were even more attractive in person and incredibly nice. Mr. A told me several days after the party that the ended up not playing with anyone that night, further supporting our hypothesis.

About halfway through the party, the play rooms opened up. We told Mr. and Mrs. C that we were supposed to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. B and would have to see them later. Mr. and Mrs. C said that was fine and went off to play with each other. To my surprise, Mr. B led us to a room with a sex swing in it. I had never seen one before, and I wasn’t actually sure how it worked. I soon found out. Mrs. B went in the swing first. Mr. X went down on her while other men sucked her breasts and touched her. On my knees, I went down on Mr. B while other people walked by and watched. Then he put me on my back in the swing. I don’t know how many people licked my pussy while I laid there vulnerable and exposed. I believe Mr. and Mrs. B did. I had never done more than kiss a woman before, so that was an entirely new experience that I hadn’t been expecting. Afterward, Mr. B lifted my legs in the air so that my feet were on either side of his head, and he fucked me. As I mentioned, I was wearing a corset, so another man and Mr. X each freed and sucked on one of my breasts while Mr. B continued fucking me and joked about how it was essentially my first time with three men at once. Mr. X and Mrs. B fucked on the floor while Mr. B and I continued. I don’t know how long he had me in the swing, but it was erotic as hell. Soon after, I found myself being fucked doggie style on the floor. Mr. B pulled my hair and made the most delicious sounds of pleasure behind me as I lost myself in the experience. It was unfuckingbelievable. I didn’t care that my knees were getting bruised or that other people were watching or that the man fucking me wasn’t my husband. I just wanted to be fucked exactly like that and have the man be enjoying himself as much as I was. I had never experienced anything so animalistic and primal before or since.

We lost track of Mr. and Mrs. B for a while after that. We discovered that Mr. and Mrs. C had left already. We wandered into one of the other play rooms and found a group of naked people lounging whom we had all talked to through one of the websites previously. I was extremely drunk and very out of it by this point, so things were fuzzier for me. One man whom we had talked to on the website and met at the pre-party kissed me and fingered me. I think he would have fucked me as well right then and there if Mr. X hadn’t asked him where his wife was (she had recently disappeared from the room).  In my half-conscious state, I sat there with Mr. X. We were soon joined by a lovely young lady who latched on to us and started up a conversation when she was attempting to avoid a single man who was following her around and trying to grope her despite her insistence that he stop. Once he finally went away, I was shocked when she turned to me and asked if she could kiss me. I had already kissed Mrs. B and Mrs. C that evening, so I didn’t think it really mattered anymore that I was normally turned off by the idea of kissing women since that hadn’t been the case that evening. After kissing me, she asked if she could go down on me for a minute. I was shocked again but also really out of it, so I agreed. She was very aggressive. While she was doing that to me, Mr. X started going down on her (and then some random girl grabbed his cock and started sucking him as well)…it was all so surreal. After that, Mr. X asked the girl if he could fuck her, and she agreed. I laid there and watched them. Apparently quite a few people saw them going at it, as they commented on it to us later. Once they were finished, the party was over, and everyone had to leave. We took a shuttle back to the hotel and went up to Mr. and Mrs. B’s room. We had sex with them again, this time side by side on their bed, women on top.  Mr. X and I took a cab home. It was a fantastic night and great introduction to swinging for me. Though shocked by my own behavior, I couldn’t wait for more.