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.