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.
