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.

In the beginning--to swing or not to swing?

Hi there. I am Mrs. X. I am 32 years old, have been married for 10 years, and I am a new swinger. Swinging and the swinging lifestyle were not ever part of my life plan, in fact, I fought against the idea for 8 long years…but I am so glad that I finally gave into my husband’s desires and fantasies and decided to fulfill them. My life is far more interesting than it used to be and filled with so many great people I would not have otherwise encountered. You are welcome to follow me on this journey.

I will start with a little background about us. Mr. X and I met in college in the Midwest. I was brought up in a very religious household, and Mr. X went to Catholic school from grade school through high school which ended up making him pretty anti-organized religion. I have to mention that in spite of my moral values and religious upbringing, I was quite a kissing slut in college. I have always loved kissing, and I kissed just about anyone who would let me in college, especially at frat parties when I was drunk. I believe this is part of what fueled Mr. X’s early interest in me, thinking that maybe someday I would be interested in swinging. We were sort of friends for two years before he was to graduate a year ahead of me. I didn’t recognize his teasing over the years for the flirting that it was. He made his feelings known to me just as he was about to leave forever. We started dating right after he graduated in the three months that summer before he was going to move across the country for grad school. We did not want to say goodbye when fall came, and we were engaged a month later. Just over a year after we started dating, we were married. It took another two years for Mr. X to reveal his deepest, darkest fantasies to me.

In 2005, we were separated for three months for work, and as his time away came to an end, we decided to plan a vacation upon his return. I told him that because he had been working so hard during his time away, he deserved to pick our destination. The response from Mr. X was something I neither expected nor understood much about at the time. He framed the resort as “clothing-optional”. I was quite sheltered my whole life. The extent of conversation between Mr. X and me about swinging was limited at the time primarily to him talking about wanting to have sex with my best friend and me with her husband. We already believed that my friend’s husband (who I had also been good friends with for years) wanted to sleep with me because the two of them had invited me to join them in bed for a threesome recently. I declined. Anyway, back to my story about vacation…I didn’t really know what an “adult” resort was or what “clothing-optional” really meant. However, I had told him he could pick, so we were off to Hedonism III (which no longer exists) in Jamaica.

On our Jamaican vacation, I had quite a shocking and eye-opening experience. We were hit on from the second we got in the resort shuttle at the airport. We walked around the resort and saw people everywhere engaging openly in sexual acts. People were naked or partially clothed. A gentleman sitting next to me one night at dinner openly spoke with me about the swapping experiences he and his wife frequently engaged in. I was 23 at the time and didn’t quite know what to think. I did, however, sunbathe topless at the pool all week. We also participated in the toga theme night at the dance club at the resort. That night I got drunk enough to be talked into getting naked to go on the three-story water slide that went directly through the dance club (it was clear, of course, where it went through the club so that everyone could get a show while they danced or talked). After that, we played some naked water polo…that was the extent of my swinger interaction for 8 years. At the time, it wasn’t for me. A big part of my reluctance was my religious upbringing. Swinging just didn’t fit into my world view of what marriage and relationships were supposed to be like. I also felt like Mr. X’s desire to swing meant there was something wrong with me since it had to mean I wasn’t enough for him. This idea actually had nothing to do with his desires, but it took me a long time to realize that.

I’ll skip 8 years ahead to 2013. Mr. X and I were in a great place in our relationship, married 10 years, parents to an adorable 1-year-old, having more sex than we ever had before, and over all of the relationship hurdles life had thrown at us. Still, swinging was Mr. X’s greatest fantasy. I knew it wasn’t ever going to go away. Over the years he kept telling me that even more than his desire to have sex with other women, he wanted to see me fuck another man, to please and be pleased by someone else. This idea turned him on so much. All I would have to do was breathe the word “swinger”, and Mr. X would be hard as a rock and ready to go. Mr. X and I were separated for 6 months that year for work again. The long-distance phone calls and daily g-chatting gave us a long time to talk about the issue. I finally came up with a compromise, something that he would do in exchange for me giving swinging a shot. He happily agreed.

About a month before he was scheduled to return home, we decided to sign up on a swinger website. Like many dating websites, you create a profile with your basic information, what you’re into, and what you’re looking for, pictures, etc. We started by posting some pictures of me in lingerie that I’d sent to him over the months of our time apart. We blacked out my eyes in them so that I wasn’t immediately identifiable, as most people do. You can also post additional pictures that you grant people access to on a case-by-case basis. In that album we showed our faces. We also posted a few pictures of me topless and one normal photo of the two of us together before he left. I wasn’t expecting the response we received right away. This site keeps track of your recent profile views, which I love. I expected that the only people we would talk to would be those we contacted first. I didn’t think we’d get the flood of messages from people we did in the beginning and continue to receive on a regular basis. I believe within a month our profile had more than 2000 recent views. At the end of his time away, we met up for a week of vacation in Europe, which was amazing. We took advantage of staying in a fancy hotel at the end of our trip and had an erotic photography session so that we would have some new pictures for the swinger site…though I should also mention that the sex after 6 months apart and months of talking about swinging was incredible. The first night I was extremely giggly drunk. We broke out some bondage tape so that he could restrain my wrists while he went down on me and then fucked me senseless. We had to apologize to the friends we were staying with at the time for all of the noise.