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!