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  1. 1. At what point do you become Bisexual?

    • Kissing
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    • Touching
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    • Fondling
      10
    • Groping
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    • Anal play
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    • Penetration
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    • Other
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I ask this in regards to male male play, and was curious - At what point does it cease being play and cross over to Bi?. So I made this in a form of a poll to give anonymity, this is NOT to spark anger or sniping, just to see what the consensus is.

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I believe you are bi when you are attracted to and capable of developing feelings for the same sex. You can be a virgin and still know you are straight/gay/bi.

 

I knew I was bi before I even knew what bi was.

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Fondling? The answer has to do with why you touch. Anytime two men (or women) touch each other for the purpose of one or the other's sexual gratification, it's bisexual.

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I believe that sexuality is a matter of declaration and has little to do with sex. At some point in life you define to yourself what you are sexually and only you can decide what that definiton is. If a homosexual is celibate does that make them straight?

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I'm a little surprised that a subject that got such an open-minded debate in another thread (or at least touched on) can receive so many views and so few poll answers. It would seem to me that MM play being so welcomed that at the least an inquiry as to where a boundary is or maybe would be met just as openly.

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I had never even discussed my being bi-curious until my husband came to me about his curiosity(truthfully I wasn't really surprised) I have known I had these feeling for years ever since I found my brothers playboy and spent hrs looking at the pics (teehee).

 

His theory is if he knows the best way to pleasure himself wouldn't it be logical he would know the best or how to please another man? He states though he could never be with just a man I would have to be there also. I have looked for bi males and bi females or even bi couples for us in the past.

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Fondling? The answer has to do with why you touch. Anytime two men (or women) touch each other for the purpose of one or the other's sexual gratification, it's bisexual.

 

I believe you are bi when you are attracted to and capable of developing feelings for the same sex. You can be a virgin and still know you are straight/ gay/ bi.

 

I knew I was bi before I even knew what bi was.

 

I think the above two posts sum up my answer as well. There are many people who perform what may be considered as bi/homosexual actions that aren't actually BI or homosexual. Especially in this lifestyle and nowadays with bisexuality amongst women becoming almost a fad. The actions you do don't make you bi. Just because you willingly fondle or whatever another person of the same sex doesn't make you bi. But the thought behind it does.

 

I'm a little surprised that a subject that got such an open-minded debate in another thread (or at least touched on) can receive so many views and so few poll answers. It would seem to me that MM play being so welcomed that at the least an inquiry as to where a boundary is or maybe would be met just as openly.

 

Dude! Your post has been up for like 3 hours. Learn some Patience! (says the redhead).

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Dude! Your post has been up for like 3 hours. Learn some Patience! (says the redhead).

 

LOL, it had 56 views at the time and 5 votes, I was just saying I was surprised is all. This is becoming quite interesting to me though, or is fascinating more the word..it would appear that of those who have posted, I may be misreading but that for the most part it is a thought process and no matter the action chosen, one could still be imbibe and still consider oneself straight.

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Well, the reason I did not initially participate in the poll is because none of the answers worked for me and "other" seems so unilluminating.

 

I agree with what several others have said. The real question is not what physical acts you might do but rather whether, and to what degree, you are attracted to members of the same sex. Although I bet they are not common, I have read of full-blown male prostitutes who do all the things you list but remain totally heterosexual. Its just a way to make some money for them. Just like with a lesbian prostitute who has sex with men, which is apparently a bit more common.

 

Speaking of common, you mentioned a "wave of male male play" and that "it would seem to me that MM play being so welcomed". Are you really seeing these trends? Its sure not that way in the lifestyle up here, where MM still remains "the love that dare not say its name."

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What got me wondering the most was this post and its responses A turn-on for me

 

But I have seen in other places more open thought and even though there are some that say they are way to straight, and even some that get belligerent about the subject, it would seem that a more open atmosphere than not exists for this topic of conversation, one where we can participate more as adults rather than (and I hate to make this leap, but have seen it) hate mongers.

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As always, it comes down to how we understand the words. Seems most people agree what the term "bisexual" means, but the debate begins when we try to decide what being means.

 

Can one be bisexual and not act upon it? We'd say yes, but reasonable people might say you only are what you actually do - not what you only intend or dream. Can a person be something, despite actions to the contrary?

 

Guess it depends on whether you use the term bisexual to refer to a mental disposition or a concrete act (or either or perhaps both.) If a guy has sex with another guy, even if he is not turned on, it seems like you'd have to say he is/has been bi... same way someone who hates to prepare dinner, but sometimes does it anyway, is a cook. May not like it, but he does it, so he is.

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I too will have to say that I think that it is all about the way you feel towards the same sex and I believe one's actions do not necessarily define them as bi or not.

 

I also wondered where you had seen this ground swell of acceptance as I haven't seen that myself.

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To me touching another man may be considered a bi-sexual act - but when a man goes all the way to a blow job - that is totally bi-sexual.

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I didn't vote because I still haven't completely figured it out for myself. Generally, I figure it's not the actions, it's the thoughts and feelings behind the actions that really make the difference.

 

But is it a simple three-state situation (hetero, bi, homo), or is it possible to have many positions between hetero and homo? And just as an observation, it appears to be unmanly to be bi-curious.

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I think it's a hard poll to answer.

 

For one thing, there isn't an "Any of the Above" selection and I think the answers should be in descending order so as to display levels of intimacy. Like level 1 (Touching), level 2 (Fondling), level 3 (Groping), level 4 (Kissing), level 5 (Anal Play), level 6 (Penetration), (Any of the Above).

 

But that's just my order of things, for someone else they may have a different order.

 

Plus your question is confusing. "At what point does it cease being play and cross over to Bi."

 

I would think any of those "Plays" makes it "Bi". A "cross over" does not exist. How can a person say, "I touched and fondled his cock, but I'm not Bi"...that's just denial, there is a certain amount of Bi involved with that action.

 

Besides, people are Bi mentally, in their thoughts and emotions. Bi is not a physical attribute. It's a mental attribute.

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But is it a simple three-state situation (hetero, bi, homo), or is it possible to have many positions between hetero and homo? And just as an observation, it appears to be unmanly to be bi-curious.

 

This link to the Wikipedia article on Kinsey's scale makes a lot of sense to me. It also sheds some light on the "she's not really bi 'cause she doesn't go down on me" debate that surfaces from time to time with regards to bi-fems.

 

Kinsey scale - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

As to prevalence of bi tendencies among men, my guess is that there are a lot that might be a 1 or 2 on Kinsey's scale but who don't put it on their profiles or talk about it. They either suppress any urge or they might try the stealth bi approach: the accidental touch hoping for a positive response or the "it would turn on the girls but not me" suggestion.

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This link to the Wik article on Kinsey's scale makes a lot of sense to me. It also sheds some light on the "she's not really bi 'cause she doesn't go down on me" debate that surfaces from time to time wrt bi-fems.

 

I don't want to hijack the thread, but I found it interesting where the term "asexual" was placed - at the bottom of the scale after "Exclusively homosexual". Could there not be people somewhere between "Asexual" and any of the others depending on circumstances? Or does the fact that an "asexual" person might at sometime have sexual feelings make them not asexual. That would seem to be in conflict with the previous arguments having to do with homo/heterosexual activity. Maybe a 3D scale would work?

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Guest clem

My wife is not bi; she'll fondle, kiss, finger a girl. I'm not bi; I'll handle, kiss, and be sucked by a guy.

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See this is what makes this group great, even a confusingly asked question can come up with a proper discussion, and I have to admit I am not bi (as in to straight for this and that) but as to things I have read in forum got me wondering what the "popular" opinion is. I do disagree with where Kissing was placed on the list, we kiss our sons, we kiss our fathers, I have kissed a guy on a dare for the humor value of it but i derived no pleasure (at least as pleasure we would see with in the LS) a chuckle at the reaction sure.

 

I am comfortable enough in my own skin and with my own male sexuality that I can handle ( and I think that is a poor term) if a guy wants to give me a hug, if I get swatted on the butt by a guy or what not. I simply say " thank you for the compliment, but I am not into that" it is respectful to them, and lets them know that while I can accept who they are I do not have a desire to partake in their LS.

 

The other thing I have noticed is that no matter how far left or right of an issue folks may be, it stays civil, open and discussed with proper decorum. I applaud all of you.

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Bama0468 said:
What got me wondering the most was this post and its responses A turn-on for me

 

But I have seen in other places more open thought and even though there are some that say they are way to straight, and even some that get belligerent about the subject, it would seem that a more open atmosphere than not exists for this topic of conversation, one where we can participate more as adults rather than (and I hate to make this leap, but have seen it) hate mongers.

 

I would say that male/male involvement is FAR from accepted. I think it's a little more prevalent than it was but it's very closeted. I know quite a few single males that while they will play with other guys they would never openly admit it here or elsewhere. As far as the thread you referred to, that was a question to the women as to whether or not the idea of seeing our men with another guy turned US on. There's a HUGE difference between what might turn us on and what our guys would actually consider doing.

 

graygo98 said:
This link to the Wikipedia article on Kinsey's scale makes a lot of sense to me. It also sheds some light on the "she's not really bi 'cause she doesn't go down on me" debate that surfaces from time to time with regards to bi-fems.

 

Kinsey scale - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

There's a poll here, that asks the question as to where you fall on the Kinsey scale - Men, where do you fall on the Kinsey scale of homosexual tendancies?

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And I thought other was not going to be widely picked.

 

I agree with many above who indicate that bi-sexuality is more a state of mind than the sex act. Are you attracted (sexually) to men and women equally? Answer yes and I would say you are bi sexual.

 

So its all a question about labels. Certainly for someone with homophobic tendencies, knowing whether someone else is more likely than not interested in same gender sexual activity is important.

 

For us its an indication of how much risky play is a person willing to accept. We draw the line with playing with "bi-males" that are interested in bi-sexual anal. Wish SLS had a bi-oral designation. And or a scale rating similar to Kinsey's.

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Very interesting issue.

 

The question I have always had is a thought experiment. If one were totally blindfolded, could you tell which sex you were doing something with? For example, if I guy were getting a blow job, could he enjoy it just as much if he thought it were from a woman but in reality it was a guy? I suppose the same thing could be asked of a woman who had someone going down on her.

 

I have always thought that the mind is the strongest sexual organ. The best sex isn't with the person who has the best body, but the person who is the sexiest; the person who can engage your mind in fantasy and take hold of your imagination.

 

While it might freak me out if I knew I were getting blown by a guy, if I were blindfolded and didn't know and I was just concentrating on my own sensations and the thoughts in my head, if I am truly honest with myself, I'm not sure I could definitely say I wouldn't enjoy it. Tongue on skin is tongue on skin, no matter what the sex of the tongue is. I think the difference is all in your mind.

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Very interesting issue.

 

The question I have always had is a thought experiment. If one were totally blindfolded, could you tell which sex you were doing something with? For example, if I guy were getting a blow job, could he enjoy it just as much if he thought it were from a woman but in reality it was a guy?

 

I don't think it would matter one way or the other as a test or experiment. In reality, who would get blindfolded to get a BJ? I'm sure a few situations exist, but not as a test for bi or not bi.

 

If a male person knew they were going to be blindfolded and they knew they would be receiving a blow job from either a male or a female then their knowledge and acceptance of receiving that sexual act from either a male or female would be their preconceived mental attitude towards it. Either accepting or not accepting of it.

 

It really means their mental state would be accepting of the blow job from either male or female, blindfolded or not. If a male was totally straight and knew that there was a 50/50 chance of himself getting a BJ from another male blindfolded or not, there would be a 100% chance that male wouldn't allow that situation to happen.

 

A person can't say they didn't or wouldn't know because a normal adult person is reasonably intelligent enough to understand that accepting the blindfold would lead to the possibility of them receiving a BJ from another male. Otherwise, why get blindfolded just to get a blow job from a female? when the visual stimulus is very exiting in itself.

 

For me, the blindfold theory doesn't hold water.....ummm, err, create any darkness. A person can see with the mind, it doesn't have to be only with the eyes.

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You are bisexual to whatever degree, or straight, or gay when you are born and you cease to be that way when you die. You have no choice. You can repress it, feel bad about it or whatever, but it will not change. As for myself, I've decided to go with it and have fun. And for those who say you're either straight or gay, no in between, they're just wrong. I'm a very masculine, good looking older guy, about a 2 on the Kinsey scale.

 

If there are others out there that can relate I would enjoy hearing from you.

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Guest rdy46227

When you desire same-sex contacts, you are bi.

 

"Bi-curious" means "wanting", so bi-curious are bi.

 

I'll also allow one to stop being bi if they can successfully renounce the desire.

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Your poll, just talking Males here in our response, ok?

 

When we post our profile declaring our sexual preference, by not checking the Bi or Bi-curious box it means, to us, that Mr Co has no interest in:

 

kissing

Touching

Fondling

Groping

Anal play

Penetration

Other

 

with the Male half of the other couple.

 

Also it seems that the “declaration” that someone is other than Heterosexual is worn on that individual’s sleeve, whereas heterosexuals are like… well, the NORM (notice we did NOT say “Normal”). We do have lesbian friends, we don’t have any male Bi or Gay friends...that we know of. By declaring that Mr. Co has no predisposition toward MM play we are declaring our preferences and eliminating the disappointment that those couples with Bi or Bi Curious males would encounter playing with us

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cocpl2007 said:

Also it seems that the “declaration” that someone is other than Heterosexual is worn on that individual’s sleeve, whereas heterosexuals are like… well, the NORM (notice we did NOT say “Normal”). We do have lesbian friends, we don’t have any male Bi or Gay friends...that we know of. By declaring that Mr. Co has no predisposition toward MM play we are declaring our preferences and eliminating the disappointment that those couples with Bi or Bi Curious males would encounter playing with us

 

this is not totally accurate, let me explain...

 

every one of our profiles states I am straight, However we have been contacted and came close to a playdate with those who say they are straight yet he still asked if MM play was alright and wanted to give me a BJ amongst other things. This has happened more than once.

 

So I know from personal experience that putting straight in your profile means absolutely squat. That being said perhaps if more place put up the scale as part of the profile, this MAY stop happening.

 

I myself am by no means homophobic, I DO have gay friends both male and female they know I am straight and respect my space, they know what is allowable and not, Yes I will give a friendly/manly hug, yes they have swatted my ass to which I reply thanks for the compliment.

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N&G said:
I believe that sexuality is a matter of declaration and has little to do with sex.

 

This nails it for me.

 

I don't think it is something you do - in fact, you can have sex with someone of the same sex without being bisexual. The acts were homosexual, but your sexuality is what you declare it to be. Perhaps you were bi-curious - and in exploring that curiosity realized you were straight.

 

But if you tried it, liked it and decided "yep, bisexuality is for me" then you are probably bi.

 

We have someone on the board, I believe (can't find the thread) who listed themselves as a bi-curious woman. Tried things out and decided she wasn't bisexual at all. While our culture tends to be much harder on men when they "try bi" I think the same rules would apply.

 

You are or you aren't - and only you really know.

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Spoomonkey said:

We have someone on the board, I believe (can't find the thread) who listed themselves as a bi-curious woman. Tried things out and decided she wasn't bisexual at all.

 

Was it this one Spoo?

 

It's the one I remember referring to the topic.

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I voted penatration because of the choices that were provided, but I really think that if you are attracted to the same sex and enjoy having sex with the same sex person rather you are a man or woman, you are bi.

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two4youinswva said:
Was it this one Spoo?

 

It's the one I remember referring to the topic.

 

Thanks for digging up that thread, Two4you. I found it very informative.

 

I remain, at present, in the "bi curious" stage. For me this means that I find myself attracted to other women, and would like to further explore those feelings. To date, I've tried and enjoyed pretty much everything up to performing oral on another woman. If/when those training wheels ever come off, I figure I'll know for sure what side of the fence I'm on.

 

So I submit that being bi means you enjoy playing with the same sex as much (or almost as much) as the other. Or, as others have said, not the activity, but the intent/feeling behind it.

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I don't think it is something you do - in fact, you can have sex with someone of the same sex without being bisexual.

 

I agree with you, because among other things one could be forced, or enticed with reward, but isn't this a slippery slope? If men who are actively into same-sex play of one kind or another list themselves on SLS, can they say they're straight? If being bi or straight means whatever you deem it to be, how does declaring yourself either way help anybody find the playmates they are interested in? (Unless they want to deceive straight people who prefer not to play with bisexuals, but that's not what I'm asking.) It seems more useful to think of it as different approaches to bisexuality - i.e. the kind of sexual acts you like. Every kind of sexual touching is bi, hands, mouth, genitals. Different bi men are into different things, but everything done between two men to give or receive sexual pleasure is bi. (Assuming they also like sex with women.)

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When we first started in the lifestyle, I said I was straight and would never play with a woman...no way..no how. I don't remember how long that attitude lasted, but it became obvious to me that some girl-girl action added to the party. So, I opened myself to the idea.

 

My feeling is that I love my female body, so why should I have a problem touching other bodies just like mine? Since then, I have done all the "bi" stuff, and I found that I only really enjoyed it if I loved the woman as a girlfriend. I am lucky to have made true girlfriends of a couple of the wives of our swinger couple friends. We do non-swinger things like shopping, etc....just us girls. We did 3somes and 4somes with our husbands when we were in swinger mode.

 

I listed myself as bisexual, as I did do what bisexual women do, but I found that most of the women in new couples we met did not move me to play. I was more likely to be attracted to and want to play with the male.

 

I am straight but I sometimes take curves. :lol:

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I'm a little confused at the need for labels in the first place. You are what you are. Why must you define yourself like you're filling out a form? "Let's see... fondling.. yup... (ticks box).... kissing... yup.... (ticks box)..."

 

Bama, please don't think I'm busting on you. I've been a little bewildered at the Are You A Swinger? thread for the same reason.

 

I picked "Fondling", only because, in my opinion, it was the best option. But it really isn't... hell, if you go all the way to penetration, that doesn't necessarily make you bi. Maybe he was simply exploring it and, well, what do you know... he doesn't like it after all. Does the fact that he penetrated another man / was penetrated by another man mean that he's bi for the rest of his life? Should we tattoo a scarlet "B" to his forehead?

 

There's an old joke that goes "Geez, just because I've sucked another guy's cock/been fucked in the ass/(insert act here) doesn't mean I'm GAY!" But, you know, there's a kernel of truth there.

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When you start defining purely recreational sex acts in terms of an "ality", then you have to go back and redefine the whole swinging experience. The premise of swinging is that our sexual experiences are not expressions of emotional connection, but rather stand apart from emotional/relational sex in that they are intended as physical and sensual gratification only. Extending that concept to same sex situations removes the need to define or categorize them. Why wouldn't same sex involvement in a swinging context be as dispassionate as our heterosexual experiences, and therefore not have to be defended or justified?

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      Wendy replied, "I will be ready when you get home. Your dad's uniform will need a press, and I will prepare everything. See you at 6:00 tonight, darling."
       
      Her hands were shaking when she replaced the receiver breathing shallowly and jerkily as the realization hit home that tonight it would happen! During the afternoon, she got John's clothes ready, checked her dress, found the right shoes, and laid it all out, ready for later. A long hot soak where she shaved her pussy bare using John's razor and made sure her legs and armpits were perfect.
       
      Resting on the bed, she shuffled through the videos they kept hidden from guests and found her favorite, "Suzie's Gang Bang." A fast-action orgy video in which this girl gets fucked by five men altogether. Wendy often watched this and used her vibrator when John was away or working late. Sometimes when her cycle was at ovulation, her sex drive was limitless, and she would role-play watching the action.
       
      The action on the screen hotted up as the men were penetrating Susie left, right, and center. A closeup on-screen of pussy open and dripping. A cock slid into it, wetting itself with her fluids. It slid out, rubbed against her tiny rosebud anus, and gently but firmly slid into opening her slowly. At the same time, another cock pushed into her pussy. Wendy loved this part and rolled onto her side, turned on the vibrator, and sunk it into her arse. Her fingers slid into her pussy, working gently to pleasure her clit. Her hips were thrusting back and forward faster and faster as her climax built. She reached down and switched on her biggest vibrator, a black cock that was as real as it gets. The vibrator was thrust inside her cunt, and she moaned and moaned herself into a massive climax.
       
      Wendy relaxed, watched the movie, enjoyed the post-climactic euphoria, and gently played with her clit. In her mind, she watched the swingers' party unfold - couples fucking, girl-girl, MFM, and FMF at this imaginary party. Inside her head, she had been desperate to fulfill these needs, and it was finally coming true.
       
      In the past, Wendy was often on the verge of saying to John, "Let's try swinging!" She always shrank away from the responsibility in case he rejected the reality. Fantasies are fine, but who knows what the reality will bring? After so many conversations about swinging, so many nearly made decisions, and all those fantasies that included imaginary swinging, they had chosen to go ahead. With an overwhelming certainty, she laid back, smiled, and said to herself, "Tonight, I will fuck a roomful of men. I hope I don't disappoint them; my clit is tingling with anticipation!"
       
      Wendy switched on the vibrator, and her hands moved over her breasts, pinching her nipples and then down to her pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth. She rolled the pillows up, tied the belt around, clipped the vibrator into the belt, and climbed on top, sinking the vibrator deep inside her pussy and working herself to another peak. She closed her eyes and started rocking harder and harder. Then, a voice penetrated the action, and John stood naked and erect in front of her. She blushed with embarrassment, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty. He lasted about 10 seconds and then dumped the load down her throat, bringing her to a climax.
       
      John smiled and gently rolled Wendy into his arms. "You looked fantastic when I walked in and found you fucking your brains out with your vibrator on top of those pillows. If I feel as proud of you at the party as I did then and how aroused it made me, I can't wait to watch you fuck the guys. Will you enjoy watching me and sharing my pleasure?"
       
      "Oh yes," she said in her little girl's voice, "I will love watching you; maybe I can do a 69 with her and lick her pussy while you thrust in and out and feel your balls contract when you come inside her."
       
      "Mmmmmm, I wonder if all the girls will be bi? I wonder if I could do a girly threesome? Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get two men to come at the same time inside me. That would be fun too."
       
      "Can I be your vixen tonight and play dirty?" John smiled and spoke softly, the care showing in his voice.
       
      "Babe, we will have a fabulous time together and with other couples or whatever, don't be shy to try what you want, and feel able to say NO if you don't want. Above all, enjoy yourself, and pleasure comes first," she reminded him.
       
      So back to the party! They gathered around a pool table, with the group laughing and joking about the action starting all around. Wendy looked at the two girls on the pool table with their legs over the shoulders of four guys who were licking and sucking nipples, pussies, and one man had her toes in his mouth, sucking them like a breastfeeding baby. Wendy started to pant. She could not get her breath. Her heart was racing, her knees buckled, and she began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. John cried, "What's up! What's up!"
       
      Wendy sank against the woman beside her shaking uncontrollably. The girl instinctively put her arms around Wendy and held her close, supporting Wendy against herself.
       
      "Sushhhhh baby, you are all right!" the woman cooed, "What is worrying you? You don't have to do any of this if you are afraid."
       
      Wendy snuggled against the comforting figure, put her face against the warm, feminine neck, and nuzzled her cheek, kissing it gently. Her hand moved without command to the woman's breast, and she felt the nipple harden as she caressed it gently. The shaking was easing now, and Wendy felt a little bolder. She turned the woman's face towards her, looked into her eyes, and moved forward slowly, anticipating a gentle and subtle kiss. The tongue was not stiff and probing like a man's but gentle, enticing, and exciting. Wendy's free hand moved down to the woman's belly and softly caressed the feminine rounded shape moving slowly downwards to find that sweetly perfumed garden where a secret lotus stem was waiting to be stroked.
       
      Hands caressed breasts and pussy. Now both girls turned on to each other. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen Wendy with another woman, and his cock raged hard inside his pants. As if in a dream, Wendy pushed the girl gently onto the pool table so her bottom was on edge. She bent down, opened her legs, put them on her shoulders, and snuggled her face between them, savoring the beautiful feminine smells and tastes. Gently opening up the inner lips with her tongue, finding her clit and teasing, teasing just off the edge, making her wait for the full pleasure. Female wetness was seeping all over Wendy's face as the girl was getting nearer and nearer to release.

      A few minutes passed, and the girl pushed Wendy off, got onto the table, and said, "Get up here with me. We can pleasure each other now!"

      Wendy climbed up, the shakes all gone now. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her breasts were tender with erect nipples and very sensitive. She lifted her skirt, revealing the stockings and suspenders without anything else. The two girls turned head to toe and started a frantic licking expedition to cunt heaven.

      Wendy felt a body get up behind her and present a long stiff penis to her backside. The man tried gently to insert it in her cunt where the girl was licking hard; it slipped in and thrust a few times. The girl firmly grassed it and slid it up the crack between her buttocks, tickling her anus with the end. Wendy's whole valley was wet and slippery. The long thin cock nudged open her arse and gently snaked into her bottom.

      Wendy's heart raced again; this was what she had dreamed of for months! What surprised her was that the cock inside her was giving almost more pleasure than having her pussy sucked. The combination was too great. A massive climax took over, and she nearly fainted with joy.

      As she fell over the edge into an abyss of pleasure, the man behind speeded up, grunted, and sank deep inside her, flooding her back passage with his fluids. Wendy opened her eyes and looked up at John, who stood open-mouthed, watching her antics. He had a girl on her knees sucking his rigid cock, but his eyes were transfixed on Wendy. She smiled, blew him a kiss, and licked her lips covered in pussy juice from the girl beneath her. John shuddered and spent down the girl's throat pumping his hips in time with his spurts.

      He gently pushed the girl to one side, staggered to Wendy with his pants down by his feet, and said, "Well, you are hot; I could not believe how sexy you are. I am so proud of you; better than my wildest dreams was that fantastic to watch."

      Wendy thought to herself, "Why did I panic? This is fantastic, better than the fantasies we have. This is real sex."
       
      A couple came up to them. The man smiled. "I am Tommy. This is Raquel, my wife. We just watched you and nearly came with you. Would you join us at the table for a foursome?"
       
      Wendy reached down and felt his cock inside his pants. It was semi-hard and big. She turned to John and Raquel, "Let's get together. We can play here or in one of the smaller rooms with a nice bed?"

      They entered the room together. Wendy pushed down her long skirt and flipped off her top. She was naked except for her stockings and suspenders. Raquel slipped out of her long ball gown, revealing a very firm 36's and a sweet little tight arse on top of a pair of legs to die for. She was near perfect. Tommy was muscular with a flat hard six-pack stomach and an erection starting to grow to full size as he gently stroked himself. John was naked in a flash, only half erect after his escapade down the other girl's throat. Wendy turned to Tommy, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the king-sized bed, his erect cock bouncing up and down as he stepped forward. Raquel reached out for John, smiled softly, and whispered, "Come and play with me and let me get you hard again. We will watch them while I regenerate your erection."

      John looked down at her fair perfection, those soft curves all running down into the valley between her legs. A golden pussy fuzz glinted in the soft lights. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. A first gentle kiss, lips opened up, and tongues tenderly searched each other out, exploring each other. His hands held her back, then softly slid down over her buttocks, caressing that incredible apple shape of her bottom. She pulled him harder into her body.

      As Raquel responded to the stimuli, her hand slid down to feel his penis, which was gently growing back to a man-size stiffness. Their kisses became more ardent, and deeper tongues were now demanding, not exploring. Hands moved over her body.

      John broke off the long kiss and searched her neck with his lips and tongue. She shuddered, and he felt her open her legs and move into his body. She thrust her pubis against his leg and started to move up and down. He could feel the wetness spreading along his thigh. John had now reached her breast with his lips and was attacking her nipple, which was bone hard. Raquel started to pant and squirm harder against his leg.

      Suddenly Raquel broke away and fell back onto the bed beside Tommy and Wendy's entwined bodies. Raquel reached up, and John dived onto her, gently landing without his weight on her. Raquel squirmed around so she was head-to-toe with him, with her on her back. Raquel reached up and grasped his nearly hard cock. She slipped her mouth over the head as she pulled back his tight foreskin and started to suck him to total hardness.

      John's head was between her legs. His mouth opened up her secret garden exploring the sides and little creases. He could tell her clit was begging for attention, and he made her wait. He felt careful with his tongue and could feel the hardness and swelling around her clit, which was now erect like a mini penis. His tongue explored her depths and penetrated her cunt, where he would follow with his cock shortly. Raquel was getting agitated and frustrated. She wanted attention on her clit, so John moved his tongue down the crease between her legs out of her cunt and down to her anus. As it reached the little rosebud, she shuddered and thrust her hips against his face.

      Raquel was working hard on making his cock whole again and hard enough to get inside her to ease that burning desire. She threw him over onto his back, climbed on top, grasped his penis in her hand, aimed for her inner lips, and squatted down with a satisfied sigh. John tried to thrust up against her downstrokes, and they found a comfortable rhythm that would gently build to a glorious climax.

      Tommy knelt beside John and Raquel with Wendy's legs over his shoulders, thrusting energetically into her pussy. Wendy's bottom hardly touched the bed as his cock shuttled in and out of her dripping pussy. Raquel leaned over and kissed him hard on his mouth while her fingers searched for Wendy's cunt. Wendy pushed her hand out to John, grasped his face, and pulled it over for a kiss. As the four fucked into each other's partners, the respective partners smiled and kissed each other. Raquel started to whimper like a small cat. Her eyes rolled up as she reached her first climax, and her face distorted. A moan escaped her lips. "Fuck it harder! Fuck it, my cunt is exploding. Ohhhhhhhhh!"

      Raquel collapsed in a heap on top of John. He rolled her off and crawled around to the other two. Tommy rolled Wendy off him, and she got onto all fours. John hit her from the rear straight into her cunt, deep and hard. She thrust back to meet him harder and faster. Tommy went for the face and slid his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag a little, setting a fast pace that could never last. Tommy grunted and exploded semen down her throat, pumping and pumping till he was spurting on empty. Wendy cried out and shuddered and shuddered as she lost it in a huge one. John followed a few thrusts later. With a sigh and a deep thrust, he unloaded inside Wendy.

      The three untangled themselves. John lay on his side facing Tommy, and Raquel rested against him, her head using his hips as a pillow. Tommy and Wendy took up a similar position facing them. Wendy was fascinated with Tommy's penis, which had shrunk to a little wrinkled sausage. She played with it tenderly, remembering how hard and energetic it had just been. John was exploring Raquel's inner sanctuary in a lazy, tender way.

      Raquel got up, poured four glasses of wine from a bottle on the side table, and brought them to the bed. They all sipped and chatted quietly, enjoying the aftermath of the passion. Wendy could feel a slippery liquid seeping out between her legs. She reflected on how wonderful the party had started and how much better real sex in a group was than watching and fantasizing.

      Wendy said, "John, I need to use the bathroom. I will be back shortly. Will you wait here for me?"

      "Of course, darling," he smiled and added. "Come back when you are ready!" She laughed and left the room.

      Three girls and two men burst in a few minutes later, laughing and jostling each other. "Can we use the bed or join you if you haven't finished?" one girl asked. "Sure, get on and join us," John replied with a smile.

      Each girl selected a mate and sidled up to him as bodies entwined and hands were everywhere. The scene changed from relaxed, easy caresses to hot passion. John was having trouble getting hard again so soon after the last session. One of the two guys noticed and put his head in his lap, sucking gently on his cock. The girls watched with rapt interest. John froze for a second. This had never happened before. Then he relaxed as he thought to himself Wendy does this to me all the time. I go down on her. She won't mind, so what's the problem? John laid back and started enjoying a new experience.

      Wendy walked naked through the large room towards the lady's bathroom, passing groups and couples in all types of contortions. One threesome had a man on all fours, the girl on his back legs wrapped around the guy on top as he fucked vigorously. Her head was bobbing about like a broken rag doll. The whimpers coming from her showed she was in fuck heaven. Wendy passed them and smiled. She could not believe how many different positions were being displayed.

      In the bathroom, a girl was sitting on the side where the washbasins were, legs wide open, washing out the fluids that had been pumped into her. She licked her fingers and said, "Yummy, don't you just love that salty taste? I just got too full after a big gangbang. I had eight inside me, one after the other. Some of the greedy buggers came back for seconds and thirds." Wendy asked, "How long did you do it for?" The girl said, "About an hour and a half. I am a bit sore now and need a rest to recover after coming so many times."

      Wendy left the bathroom and wandered down a corridor from the large room. She heard sounds from a room; she stopped and looked in through the open door. Nine men were around this one girl who was being fucked from behind by one with another in her mouth, and a few were by her head. She had a cock in each hand, and the others were masturbating around her. The guy in her pussy speeded up and pulled out, rubbing himself furiously. He spurted all over her bottom. Another took his place and speared her without ceremony pushing in and out of her sweet little pussy. He inserted a finger up her bottom, and she wriggled and cried out, "Fuck my arse as well!"

      The men pulled out and rolled her over. One climbed underneath. She sat on his cock and lay on his chest. Another pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her anus slightly open. He rubbed semen that had seeped from her pussy around her dark hole to ease his passage and penetrated her slowly. The other guys were in her mouth, between her breasts, anywhere they could get.

      Wendy watched the action, fascinated. This was what she had dreamed of in every fantasy. One of the guys with nowhere to fuck noticed her standing by the door and came over and said, "Join us, lovely. We would love to satisfy your desires and fuck you senseless."

      Wendy entered the room as if in a dream; her fantasy had finally come true. Three guys remained with the girl. The other six moved over to Wendy. She lay on her back, waiting for it to happen. A man's body leaned over her, his cock hard and erect, probing her face as he bent over her and probed her cunt with his tongue. She grasped that beautiful cock and sucked it to absolute hardness. Hands over her breasts, tongues in ears and around her neck, hands now everywhere. Her body had become one large erogenous zone. The tongue in her pussy was replaced with a very large cock which started slowly and stepped up as the rhythm became one for both.

      For the next hour, Wendy felt cocks in all her parts, fluids being pumped and splashed. Each orgasm she experienced lifted her higher and higher until she lapsed into oblivion and was gently laid to rest, covered in semen and a little sore from the multiple entries. One vague recollection towards the end was of two cocks inside her pussy together, stretching her and giving her a final massive orgasm. Wendy drifted on the edge of exhaustion, languishing in the euphoria of her greatest fantasy, a gangbang. She lay there with semen dripping from her pussy, running down the crease between her legs. She fingered her anus softly, rubbing in the slippery cream to ease the soreness. She felt wonderful.

      After half an hour, she got up and returned to the room where she had left John. She passed Mistral, Tim, Greg, and Susan on the way, heading upstairs. As they passed her, they smiled at her sticky legs and body, and one said, "You sure have had some fun, huh, Wendy?"

      She arrived at the room and stepped inside. John was entwined with another girl, and a guy gently probed him while the girl tried to get him hard again. Wendy watched her man and smiled to herself. "Now he knows what it feels like to be fucked up the arse. Once used to the stretching, it is yummy."

      Wendy called him, "Honey, will you shower and sauna with me? I need to clean up a bit?"

      "OK, babe, let's get showered and find where Tim and Mistral are," John replied. "They did promise us a special time together, but I haven't seen them tonight."

      Mistral took John to one side the next day at work and said, "I know you both enjoyed your first swinging party; sorry we never got together. Would you both like to join Susan, Greg, Tim, and me the weekend after next at our place for just a casual dinner and some fun?"

      "Sure, we would not miss it!" John quickly replied. Mistral said, "Greg told me he saw Wendy walking past him in stockings and suspenders. He said she has a fabulous body, her cunt dripping down her legs, and he wants to fuck her after dinner. You can have Susan and me together if you fancy. It will be a hot night!" With a wide grin, John quickly shot back, "How about six all together in the sauna then?"
       
    • By Mistral Wind
      My husband, Tim, met a new prospective client the other day, and an hour appointment went on for another three hours. Then Tim returned to the office glowing with excitement. "Hey, Mistral, the new clients want the Full Monty and more from us!"
       
      A few days later, I met Greg and Susan and found we had an immediate relationship with them both. Glen is a "go-getter" who has enormous energy and vision. He had just acquired three more companies and ran a group of four on a wide area network that needed our services. The questions flowed thick and fast at the meeting: "Can you do xxx for us? What about these services? How about getting the VPN up?" A gem of all clients had been discovered by accident through a conversation with a friend who put us together.
       
      Greg is a tall, dark, very fit 45-year-old with boundless energy and a very sharp, intelligent mind with a wacky sense of humor. Susan is a Nicole Kidman look-alike, red blonde hair, 5'2", pert small breasts with really pink nipples, and the greatest tight little butt I have ever seen. Her hair was shoulder-length curly and shone like spun red gold. Some women you meet and like from day one. We liked the same food and wine and laughed about some of her office's young, horny, and frustrated studs.
       
      Within three weeks of working almost every day with them both, a very positive relationship had started between us. I began to feel that Susan might be bi. She often sat close, and when we were going through my graphic designs, she would sometimes run her hand down my arm or touch my face gently when asking her searching questions. Her being a client, I was always careful not to respond in a sexual way just in case I had misread her. As the working days passed, the banter became more friendly and frank.
       
      After a few dinners and lunches, we were invited to their place for a relaxing weekend after getting most of the projects specified and starting to build. Their income was high, so we expected a nice place when we drove up. It was spectacular!
       
      Greg had said, "Well, it's a small mansion, built about 1795, Robert Adam style." Greg's idea of small contained seven bedrooms, a covered heated pool with a Sauna and Jacuzzi, and the garden had the cutest little Japanese Bonsai tree garden with a beautiful love seat.
       
      When we arrived Friday late afternoon, we just had time to briefly chill out with them doing "the tour." We were shown many large elegant rooms alongside some small intimate settings that would suit a pair of lovers. We met Jonathon, Greg's 21-year-old son, who had just finished University and would take a year off to explore the world. Jon is into falconry in a big way and owns three Harris Hawks: Brody, Bandit, Blackthorn, and a Peregrine Falcon called Blade. I spent an hour chatting with Jon about his birds. I quickly realized the Harris Hawks were an intelligent community-minded group that would work together to hunt their prey.
       
      Later that evening, Jon left to go to London for the weekend to be with his girl. When he left, he kissed Susan (stepmother), and to my eye, it lingered just a little too long. I raised my eyebrow, and she frankly stated, "Well, he is beautiful and half of my husband, so why not enjoy a younger version as well? Greg is pretty relaxed about it."
       
      The air took on a sexual tension that made me feel a little uneasy as we made it a policy not to play with clients, and this has an overtone that could get difficult. Susan and I chilled out before dinner with a swim in the pool and a sauna to finish off. She dropped her bikini on the floor and sat naked in front of me, completely relaxed. Her legs rested on the opposite seat, slightly open, revealing a beautiful smooth snatch. Susan caught me looking and made a show of 'accidentally' allowing her legs to open even more. Watching her outer lips peel stickily apart, I was tempted to reach out and touch but remembered Tim's words: "Don't play with clients!" Susan seemed to sense my conundrum but seemed willing to let things ride where they were...for now.
       
      Dinner passed pleasantly with a couple of bottles of red French Merlot. We all chatted intimately, getting close and closer together. Greg announced an early start as Tim was invited to hunt with Blade the Peregrine while we girls chilled out and enjoyed the morning. About midday, Greg and Tim returned empty-handed Greg said, "We are taking the hawks out. Several wild rabbits are around, which would be great for dinner tonight; grilled rabbit with bacon and garlic is yummy!"
       
      Later the "hunters" returned with three rabbits for the table and a couple for the Harris Hawks. Tim was in awe of the birds and said: "Babe, you should see them hunt together. They would make great Marines. They are intelligent, work well together, and the kills are lightning-fast. No rabbit suffered."
       
      "Time for a shower and a rest before we set up tonight," Tim suggested. So we slipped upstairs to our room and showered together. The shower was only big enough to get both inside and had a flexible pipe with a variable spray head. The naughty schoolboy in Tim surfaced, and he turned the shower onto pulse and started to work my breasts and nipples with the jet. I slid my soapy hands down onto his cock and worked it hard. Tim moved the shower between my legs, and I opened up for him. The jet started to bombard my clit. This was too much too quick, and I said, "Pack it up. That hurts."
       
      Tim settled down onto his knees and softly kissed her better. She responded quickly, and I pushed his face deeper into my crotch. The outer lips were gently opened, and his tongue probed for the inner lips teasing around my clit. I got impatient and rocked my hips into his face forcing his tongue onto my clit, demanding his attention. My legs spread apart of their own accord, and a hand crept around, caressing my bottom and making the cleft tingle with anticipation. As my pussy heated up and the waves started to build, that other hand was around my anus, caressing and probing the pink rosebud.
       
      As the first waves started to run through my body, a finger tickled and slid inside my arse. The orgasm exploding inside me was made more magnificent by the probing finger. The finger working deep in my bowel was enough to hit my "G" spot from the other passage. As I came down from the first shudders, the jet spray added its contribution, and I nearly passed out with pleasure. That brought on a multiple, and it kept coming and coming until I slumped against him.
       
      Tim dried me off, picked me up, and gently laid me on the bed. He dried himself and leaned over me. His cock was still hard. I lazily reached up, pulled him into my mouth, and sucked and sucked, working around the helmet just under the rim. He did not take long as he wanted a cum as much as the sucking. It exploded into my mouth, and I slurped it down, leaving about half on my tongue. Tim collapsed on the bed beside me, and we kissed, sharing the salty fluid he had deposited. "You minx! You are supposed to swallow that!" teased Tim. I shot back: "You know it turns you on tasting semen, so stop complaining."
       
      We both drifted into a deep sleep for a couple of hours. The house is very warm, so I put on a floaty dress and a white silk thong with a diamante glitter buckle at the back when I dressed. Tim smiled and said, "Babe, that does show off your bottom beautifully. I am enjoying their company. Susan has a great mind and body. What do you think of Greg?"
       
      Dodging his question, I asked my own. "Would you want to be inside Susan's pussy?" I asked, "Does she have fuckability?"
       
      "Oh yes, and more. But remember, this is not a swinging party; these are clients. We must be careful; a wrong move could mess things up big time."
       
      "Susan sort of hit on me in the sauna by 'accidentally' showing me her pussy," I admitted. "It's smooth and beautiful, and I could tell she was very wet."
       
      "Interesting," Tim said, "but it doesn't change the fact they are clients. Let's enjoy dinner. Come on; it must be time to go on down." I could tell, though, that my admission had hit home with Tim, and his stomach wouldn't be the only thing on his mind at dinner.
       
      The rabbit was fabulous, and we slowly munched our way through the various courses. Coffee and brandy followed, and we retreated into a smaller intimate family room with sofas, large seats, scattered cushions on the floor, and a big fireplace with a bright fire in the grate. Susan found a DVD, "Eyes Wide Shut," with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise. Tim commented, "You look just like her, Susan."
       
      "She is a fine woman," Susan agreed. "I wish I had her bottom and her breasts. Watch the first scenes, and you get to see all of her. She is beautiful!"
       
      The film was remarkable, and we all watched it enthralled during the sex party scene in the large country house. The men in masks and long dark cloaks, women in cloaks, and other women wearing just about nothing. Couples fucking all over the furniture, and one girl was being done resting on the back of another man. A girl in the corner was being fucked doggy on a coffee table. I started to get wet. The film was deep, and the sex was great, although never construed as a porn film, much too delicate for that category. My pussy was alive, so I couldn't wait to get Tim back upstairs later. The movie finished, and Susan said, "That was the hot scene at the party. Wouldn't you love to join in and be one of them!"
       
      A careful silence was followed by Tim and me, which gained the retort from Susan. "You are swingers, aren't you? Otherwise, you would have said something about not sharing your wife!" I giggled, and Tim finally uncomfortably said: "Well, it takes all kinds of people with different attitudes to sex to make the world go around."
       
      Susan got up and walked out of the room. After a few minutes, she returned with a small basket of condoms and a collection of exciting toys. Susan smiled at me and said, "Mistral, let's give the boys a show. Then I will fuck Tim to a standstill as long as you are OK about it and want Greg!"
       
      "OK. I want to fuck Greg as much as he wants me. Same for you and Tim," was my husky reply. Suddenly, all the rules had gone out the window. Susan smiled and shrugged off her long dress, sliding it down to the floor, and she had nothing underneath. I got up and selected a toy from the basket, a rabbit dildo. I stepped out of my dress and knelt in front of Susan. She opened up her legs, and I switched on the vibrator, slid a finger inside a very wet slippery pussy, and pressed the toy to her clit.
       
      "My, we have been thinking rude thoughts this evening, hmmm?" I chided her. Susan said, "Well, the DVD certainly opened up the conversation. I tried to interest you in the sauna, and I saw the fuck-me look in your eyes but then got ignored. How come?"
       
      I ignored the question. "Get on the cushions. I want to open you right up and explore," I commanded. I worked slowly down Susan's body, tonguing every crevice. At the same time, the vibrator was held against her pussy without really trying to get inside. She rolled over onto her back, pulled me on top, slid off my thong, and peeled apart the lips of a very wet Mistral pussy. She arched her back to get her head between my legs, then slowly worked her tongue around my clit, just missing the most sensitive part: teasing, teasing! My head was between her legs sucking hard on her cunt, the vibrator discarded alongside us.
       
      Susan tasted and smelt divine, a cunt to die for, and we gently and slowly worked each other to a beautiful girly climax. I slid her clit between my lips and sucked gently, giving it all the attention it could take. Her bottom started to thrash about, and a muffled cry came from her as she exploded and released a dribble of pussy juice onto my face. Strong hands lifted us apart, and Greg sat me down on his lap, legs facing him. He kissed me gently, opened my mouth with his tongue, and started to probe my soul with his penetrating tongue. When those two had shed their clothes, I don't know!
       
      What I wanted was getting harder under my thigh and starting to poke up between my legs. My hand reached down and stroked the elegant cock, trying so hard to get inside me. Greg put on a condom and was ready for me. A thrust up then down onto it, and he was inside. I could not wait and would not wait. My hips thrust madly at him, exploring his cock and filling myself with pleasure. It must have only taken me 30 seconds to hit the first orgasm, and Greg was getting faster and faster until he exploded.
       
      We kissed and looked over at Tim and Susan. They were in a 69 with Susan sucking Tim hard and working her two fingers inside his anus. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself inside her mouth. She got up, came over, and kissed me deeply, sharing the contents of her mouth with me. Susan returned to Tim and started gently sucking him back to hardness again. Greg was working my bottom with his tongue, firm strokes working into the most private and sensitive area a woman has. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, and again he shared the semen from Susan's mouth.
       
      Greg smiled and said, "OK, we all shared Tim. Would he enjoy sucking me?" I was a little unsure how Tim would react. Susan said, "He can't talk right now since his mouth is full of my pussy."
       
      Greg lifted me off him and walked over to the other two, kissed Susan, and then leaned over and lightly bit Tim's nipple, who, for a straight guy, relaxed and did nothing. Greg slowly worked down his body and started to get near his groin. Susan got up and thrust her pussy back into his face. Tim hungrily lapped at her while Greg took Tim's cock into his mouth.
       
      Tim started to push his hips at Greg, who was working the sensitive spots on his cock with expert reverence. I had never seen Tim with a man before, and it fascinated me to see how he responded to a man's attention. Tim gently pulled Greg around so they were 69 together and opened his mouth to get Greg's cock down his throat.
       
      Susan had slid behind me and worked one of the toys into my pussy. A little finger was up my arse, and the big rabbit worked magic inside me. I watched, fascinated, while the two men ground their cocks into each other's mouths, sucking and mouth fucking together. I could reach Greg's anus from where I was crouching, and I slid a finger inside, feeling for his prostate. I found the firm nut I was after and massaged it, bringing him to a rapid spunk explosion. When he started, I worked the prostate harder, milking the orgasm to its absolute. Tim was greedily swallowing all that Greg could deliver. Tim's hips began to shudder as he succumbed to Greg's tongue and spurted his load down his throat.
       
      The guys then got up and came over and kissed us. Greg pushed a quantity of spunk down my throat while Tim probed Susan's mouth. For the rest of the night, we moved upstairs to a large bedroom with a king-sized double that could sleep six without trouble. We swapped, we fucked, we cuddled and rested, then swapped, fucked, and cuddled some more, eventually falling asleep around 5 a.m.
       
      I awoke around 7:00, needing a drink. As no one else was around, I walked naked downstairs to get some orange juice. Halfway down the stairs, Jon appeared with a smile and a naked girlfriend beside him. "Hello, we returned late last night and realized you guys were having fun."
       
      Penny, Jon's girlfriend, said, "Come into this room. We had a camera in the large bedroom and watched you all together. What a turn-on!"
       
      I followed them in with dread, not knowing what to expect. Jon said, "Don't look so worried. We enjoyed the performance and wanted to share some of it with you."
       
      As I looked at the display, the threesome on the screen was waking up, and Susan was fondling both men. Penny said, "I often watch Greg and Susan's swinging parties here, and we fuck like bunnies while we watch. I enjoyed a threesome with Jon and his stepmother. What was Greg like? I haven't had him yet?" I just stood there, mouth open in shock, unable to speak.
       
      Jon pushed me gently onto the bed and started caressing my body while Penny approached the other side. Jon gently sucked my nipples while Penny's tongue delicately explored my womanhood. "We want to fuck you properly, Mistral, but I know your pussy must be sore from last night, so we'll stick with our tongues this time, OK?"
       
      After a few minutes of light sex, Penny said, "We better slip away quietly as we are not supposed to be here. Are you two coming to next weekend's party?" The feeling of this beautiful young feminine creature's tongue still fresh on my mind, I shot back, "You bet. If we are invited."
       
      "Oh, I expect you shall be," Penny smiled. She gazed into my eyes, dropped her hand between her legs, and worked a finger deep into herself. "Until next time...," she said, trailing her finger, wet with her secretions and Jon's cum, stickily across my cheek before resting it on my lips. An invitation which I readily obliged by opening my mouth. Her long finger worked around my tongue, gifting me the taste of her and her lover.
       
      I slipped upstairs and joined the frolicking three on the bed for more and more of what my body desired. Eventually, we fell asleep again and woke around 3 p.m. feeling completely satisfied and sexually drained. A shower and a good cleanup refreshed my body and spirit. Tim and I were due to leave soon, and Susan came to me and said, "You must come to our next weekend party. Please say yes. If you like, bring some friends that will enjoy what you two have this weekend. There is so much more I want to do with you and Tim. We have had a fantastic time."

      On the way home, Tim said solemnly: "You realize that the weekend could have gone dreadfully wrong if it was a trap. We were caught out, well nearly!"

      The following weekend swinger party is another edition of this story…
    • By uran_690101
      My wife and I are contemplating swinging. I really enjoy performing anilingus and cunilingus on my wife, and I would be willing to do both on other women. I am wondering if these practices are accepted within the swinging lifestyle.
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