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  1. You didn't say where in the Northwest you live. Travel time might be a factor. The best family friendly nudist resort in the northwest is Sun Meadows in North Idaho, but all the parks are great. Just go to AANR.com and click on places to go then club locator and you'll find them all. don't worry too much about being nude in public. Most people there are welcoming and helpful. Most important, a family friendly club is the opposite of threatening. It should take you about twenty minutes max to get used to it. Visiting a nudist park or resort can be a great experience, quite eye opening. I have no idea how to find swinger friendly nudist resorts in the NW. NASCA.com wasn't much help. I'm sure other SB members will be helpful. Be sure to post your experience when you do go.
  2. Many years ago, a couple Barb and I played with went to a party over a hundred miles away, The other side of a huge city to be discreet. They met their pastor there. Subsequently, he introduced them to local couples to play with, still discreetly. It worked out very well for all concerned.
  3. Back in the day our parties often had fifteen to twenty couples. Our favorite game was a progressive dance. It worked especially well when there were a lot of people who didn't know each other since there are few better ways to get to know someone than dancing -- and talking -- naked. You can read about a progressive dance in the stories section. I suspect attitudes at parties have changed over the years, but you might find it interesting for a large group.
  4. I really didn’t need that little blue pill. I’d taken one of my own in anticipation before I came over to Bea’s place. I was raring to go. Mavis walked across her living room and pulled the blinds shut, then just stood there. I opened the dialog, "This is your fantasy meeting, Mavis. How do you want it to go? Is there anything special you like?" She just stood there silently for a while. Finally, she spoke softly, "Let’s just make out for a while and see what happens. I walked over and took her in my arms. We hugged and, at first, we just held each other. She looked up at me and I kissed her, lightly at first, but soon we were passionately kissing and exploring with our hands. She pulled open the top button of my shirt, so I unbuttoned her blouse and felt her breasts. She didn’t need a bra. Her tiny tits looked so inviting, I couldn’t resist fondling them. Perhaps small tits, but her nipples stood to attention, inviting my lips and tongue. I felt a definite shiver through her body as I began caressing one tit while I nibbled on the other. We kept that up for several delightful moments. She surprised me by unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants down, letting them fall to the floor. I responded by pulling her blouse off and pulling her slacks and knickers down. I was headed towards nuzzling her pussy, but she quickly pulled my shirt and boxers off. We were immediately hugging, kissing and fondling. I almost tripped over my pants when she pulled me toward the bedroom. I had to kick my shoes off and step out of them to go with her. On the way to the bedroom, she nudged me into the bathroom in front of the sink. "I hope you don’t mind." She quickly washed my cock with a facecloth. How could I mind her handling my cock and balls? Then off we went to the bedroom. Standing in front of her bed, I held and kissed her, starting to fondle her tits. She backed off a bit and whispered, "No foreplay, let’s just make love. I’ve had four weeks of foreplay, talking with Bea." She fell back, lying face up, legs open for me, beckoning with both hands. How could I refuse. Down I went, kissing her pussy, licking and nibbling her hot wet, pussy. Her moans and squeaks really turned me on. It only took a moment or two before she stiffened and groaned, then relaxed for a moment. But before I could think of what to do next, she was pulling me up to her, "In me, put it into me. . . Now, I want you to shag me now, now." Again, how could I resist? I eased myself over her and slipped my stiff cock into her in one swift move. I took a few thrusts to get everything oiled to perfection then started my pubic mound massage, holding it as deeply as possible and moving round, back and forth, up and down, holding tight clit contact. Again, it didn’t take long before she was almost screaming, her body jerking in spasms, almost crying. Her violent actions surprised me by their ferociousness as she came, milking my cock to the point that she forced it out of her. I quickly reinserted it, riding her through a tremendous cum. I was so distracted, that I couldn’t cum myself, even with all that stimulation. Finally, she calmed down and I rolled off of her. She just lay there, panting, the picture of absolute relaxation. I lay back too, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck from time to time as her breathing eventually returned to normal. I just enjoyed the closeness. I couldn’t have been happier. Not having cum, I was able really to appreciate the atmosphere. I wasn’t wiped out, so I could notice everything she did as she lay there, naked in front of me. Eventually, she kissed me and whispered, "Thank you so much, Richard. I enjoyed it so much." "The pleasure was all mine." I assured her. And I meant it. We lay there quite some time, while she recounted how everything had felt. I joined in enthusiastically. I commented that I thought it would have been a lot harder to seduce her. "Oh I was seduced weeks ago, Dick." Just at that moment she took my dick in her hand and the obvious pun made me laugh. She laughed too, but stopped suddenly, jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I had to laugh. Moments later I heard the loo flush and she walked back in, laughing. After four children, I can’t afford to laugh with a full bladder. We both chuckled as she climbed back into bed. She reached down and began to fondle my half-hard cock and balls. "Oh my, I haven’t had the opportunity to play with any of these in years." She continued for a while. "Oh, you’re still hard. You didn’t cum? I’m so sorry, Dick." "Don’t worry about my dick, Mavis. I had a wonderful time with you. I wouldn’t change a moment of it." "But you didn’t cum. Robert always came. I’m sorry, I was so tied up in my pleasure, I didn’t think to . . ." I cut her off. "No, not to worry about it. An orgasm only lasts a few seconds. The feelings I’m feeling for you right now go on and on. I loved being together with you. Besides, I’m only good for a couple of ejaculations. This way we can try it again if you like." "I like, and maybe again and again?" "We’ll do whatever works for you, Mavis. This is your fantasy. Besides, you have no idea how good what you are doing feels to me. And how good it feels to touch you." She leaned over and kissed me. After a while I had to tell her, "I need to use the facilities too. You aren’t the only one with an active bladder." She was chuckling as I walked out the door. It was a bit hard to pee through a fully erect cock, but it was necessary. When I returned, she was on her back, legs open to me, motioning me to come close with her hands. My cock slid into her hot, wet pussy like it was meant to be there. She urged me to pump her, harder and harder, her voice rising in pitch each time she spoke. Soon she was squealing again and pulsing her pussy muscles. After all this, there was nothing I could do but submit to my baser instincts and let the pleasure suffuse my body. I shot my load, pressing in as hard as I could, filling her with my cum. Even after I’d cum, I kept pushing and pushing until her pussy muscles forced it out of her vagina and I had to collapse beside her, completely wiped out. I think we dozed a while because the next thing I noted was some little kids playing loudly in the neighborhood. Our eyes met and we kissed, long and slowly – for quite a while. We finally got up and were surprised to find that it was after seven o’clock. I moved down to nuzzle her pussy and was overwhelmed by the incredibly sensuous aroma. The taste was even better as I carried her through several long, drawn out moans. Eventually, she pulled me up to kiss her. We lay together, fondling, kissing lightly, and talking minimally. I told her how wonderful it felt to be with her and she told me exactly how she felt. Eventually, we got up and had small sandwiches in her kitchen. I often had to remind Bea that I liked to see her naked, but Mavis seemed to enjoy being sans clothes. After the sandwiches we had a delightful oral romp in her living room. Finally it was getting late and I was gathering my clothes, when Bea walked in through the back door. She eyed me curiously then went to see Mavis in the kitchen. "You said you’d call." Bea told Mavis, giving her a hug. "Sorry, I was distracted." Mavis replied as I continued gathering my clothes. Bea laughed, "I should have expected that you’d be naked. Dick seems to like that." Mavis also laughed. "Yes, and so do I." "Will you be meeting with him regularly?" "Sure will, if he will. This is really fun. Besides, he’s a nice guy." Bea was quiet for a while before she spoke quietly so I couldn’t hear, but Mavis told me later. "Good It’ll be a good distraction for him. He’s been getting more friendly than I would like. Spreading his affections should make things a lot smoother." Each of the ladies has her own way with sex. Bea is more active, but hesitates to go for third rounds. Mavis would screw all day and night if I could take it, and loves to try new things. Mavis is also much more friendly when we aren’t screwing around. Our regular meetings continued through the next few months, the best of all worlds for a guy, but slowly I noticed a change in my two ladies. Mavis wasn’t against having a man underfoot. She asked if she could come over to my place and began visiting me several evenings a week. The sex was great. One Wednesday, Bea called off our meeting. She had something else to do. Soon it was only once a week, then not every week. Mavis filled in the assignations and we began to feel very close. Bea was still enthusiastic when we did meet, but I detected a coolness and a reticence to run around naked when I was there. Mavis finally told me that Bea was getting jealous and that it might be better if I didn’t come over as often. That was OK, because Mavis came to my place instead. She also began going with me to the nudist park. Bea had only gone once and didn’t like it. At this point, Bea is inviting me over only about once a month, but Mavis has been monopolizing the rest of my time. I suspect there will be a major change in relationships soon. I have to go to Florida for a couple of months to take care of my sister who just found out she has terminal cancer and just enrolled in hospice. Mavis wants to come, but I see it as a bad idea. Sis is a very religious person,. I don’t want to interfere with her feelings through the tough time coming. I’m not sure how things will be when I get back home. In the meantime, I wonder if any of the many clubs and nudist parks in Florida might find a place for a single guy my age.
  5. The arrangement Bea and I had was working wonderfully, sex twice a week with no encumbrances. I would like to have stepped up the relationship a bit. I was feeling very close to Bea, but she kept things under control. She definitely didn’t want a man about, underfoot. After Sunday school, I was waiting to say goodbye to Bea, when her friend, Mavis, came out the door and gave me a little hug. She said softly, "You little devil, you." I had to shiver a little in embarrassment at Mavis knowing what Bea and I were doing. She backed away from the hug and told me that Bea would like to see me at her house for dinner at about two thirty. I had no problem with that, until Mavis embarrassed me again with an over-obvious wink. I stopped at Costco on the way home to buy some wine for dinner and on a whim, I bought a bouquet of flowers. I knew I was pushing Bea’s rules, but it felt a good idea at the time. I used to hate Costco. With my second wife, I called it the four hundred dollar club. She spent like a drunken sailor. Just zipping in and out, buying only what I needed, while enjoying the samples of food is great, now that I’m by myself. I felt awkward, walking over to Bea’s carrying a bag of wine and flowers, but what the hell, I don’t care what anyone thinks. My first big surprise was that Mavis greeted me at Bea’s door. I gave her the flowers and the two of them cooed over them while cutting the stems and arranging them in a vase. The flowers weren’t a mistake. Bea’s Stroganoff was scrumptious. Did I mention she’s a great cook? We talked about the weather, people at church, and a bit of politics – Bea and I disagree on politics, so I normally avoid the subject, but Mavis sounded like we might have similar ideas on how to run a country. The second surprise came after we cleared the dishes and sat back at the table. Bea looked at Mavis silently for a while, until Mavis nodded her head and smiled an embarrassed smile. Bea turned to me and bluntly made her proposition. "Dick, we’ve been having sex for, what, four weeks now, right?" I nodded, wondering what came next. "I’ve been very fond of your attention, maybe too fond. We’ve been getting a bit too lovey-dovey lately." She paused and looked me in the eyes. I figured, Oh shit, she’s going to stop the sex. She looked over at Mavis. "Mavis and I have been talking about this. She has the same problem I do, only her husband was a doll. She wouldn’t mind getting some of what you’ve been giving me." I expected her to ask if I had a friend. She continued after a pause. She was watching my face. I suspect she could read me like a book. I had the good sense to keep quiet and just follow her lead. She looked over at Mavis again. Mavis nodded and reached for her purse. Bea continued. Would you be willing to go home with Mavis today and share with her, what you’ve been doing with me?" Mavis handed me a pill bottle with one blue pill. I was a bit stunned, so I just sat there with the deer in the headlights look. Mavis looked saddened, speaking hesitantly, "You don’t have to if you don’t want to." I finally came to my senses and spoke up, taking her hand across the table. "Oh, no problem, Mavis. This is just happening a little fast for me." I looked back to Bea. "Are you breaking up with. . ." "Oh no, Dick. I’d like you to keep coming over on Wednesdays and Saturdays if you want. Mavis kind of likes the idea of Thursday and Sunday if that would work for you." Mavis nodded. I sat there, nodding my head for a moment while I processed the concept. Finally, I got my voice. "I really can’t promise that – yet. You might not like me in bed. We’ll have to try it to see if I can satisfy you first." Mavis nodded enthusiastically and told me, "I think what you’ve been doing with Bea will be wonderful." I looked at both of them, back and forth. "Has Bea been telling you what we do?" "Yes, chapter and verse." Mavis answered. "And you two are going to compare notes, after . . ." They both nodded. "Chapter and verse?" Mavis answered with a smile. "Bea’s been telling me everything. It’s very erotic. I think we can get along famously. I’ve always kind of fancied you." "You are both as sexy as can be." Rather than salivate and say "YES YES YEAH!" I kept quiet, trying to choose my words carefully. Finally I managed. I reached out and took Bea’s hand too. "I’ll tell you what. I would love to share with you two lovely ladies, but I’ll have to get a promise from both of you." They leaned in intently. "You’ll have to promise that you’ll tell me the truth, and if I ever do anything to disappoint you, you’ll let me know. If there is any jealousy or if I step over bounds, we’ll talk it out. OK?" They both nodded. "And if you ever want to stop, just tell me." They nodded again and I had to think carefully what to say, I was running into the insufficient brain blood supply problem and didn’t want to step on my tongue. "OK. I’ll be on trial with you, Mavis. We’ll try it out and you can be the judge on whether it becomes a regular thing." We must have sat there for three or four minutes. I finally broke the silence. "So, what do we do now?" Bea looked at Mavis. Mavis nodded, and Bea answered, "If you’re willing and able, you can walk next door with Mavis and, uh, as you said, go on trial." I nodded and after a moment, I rose. Bea laughed. "You’d better go by the back door so the neighbors don’t see that erection of yours." We all laughed. We finished the bottle of Sauvignon blanc and Mavis and I did use the back door. While walking to her house, I asked, "She told you everything?" "In glorious detail. I’ve been envious."
  6. In part one, I wrote of an unlikely arrangement in which I was propositioned by a lovely mature lady who no longer wanted a man around under-foot but wanted sex. I was delighted to accommodate her. On the Wednesday after our first sexual encounter, I came home from the gym and found a voice message on my home phone. Bea asked if I could come over at about six for another visit. She said her shower drain was clogged. When I returned her call it went to voicemail so I just said "Of course." She met me at the door wearing a T shirt and shorts. Protruding nipples bespoke no bra, and brought a definite tingle to my genitals. She ushered me in and said, "I hope this isn’t an inconvenience, Richard. I put some liquid plumber in it, but it still backs up when I turn the water on." "No problem." I answered, holding up the grocery bag with my plumbing snake. "This may be a bit of a dirty job, mind if I . . . " I pulled at my shirt button. "By all means." She answered, pulling her T shirt off. We were naked and hugging in no time at all. Unfortunately, there was work at hand, so we broke off the hugs and kisses, took the snake into the bathroom and I got to work. Indeed it was a dirty job. The culprit was a small pearl bracelet enmeshed with lots of hair and other yucky stuff. "Oh, my ankle bracelet. I wondered what happened to that." She insisted that I wrap it in tissue and throw it away. By the time I rinsed out the snake and used some Comet to scrub the shower stall. I was thoroughly in need of a shower. Bea joined me part way through, wearing a shower cap. We had a delightful time soaping each other up until the water turned cold. Even a cold shower wasn’t enough to curb my lust. We air dried there in the bathroom, hugging and kissing, fondling and getting very hot. We kind of morphed into her bedroom, not really separating to walk, just kind of moving together while enjoying each other’s bodies. I went down on her lovely, tasty, pussy, and she squirmed around to take my half-hard cock into her hand, then directing it into her mouth. There are lots of good things in life, but things don’t get much better than a great sixty-nine. My hormones were flooding me throughout as I lavished my attention on her wonderful pussy. She literally screamed around my cock as her pussy muscles spasmed at my mouth. I tried to hold off but by the time she was through her orgasm I had to tell her I was cumming. She just hummed and sucked harder. I loved the feeling of her tongue rotating around my cock-head as she sucked it. I groaned and she sucked harder. Damn was that a great cum. Those hard, crinkly feelings took me over and shook me like a rag doll as I spurted and groaned and squirted into her receptive mouth. Time kind of collapsed. As Robin Williams said, "God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to work one at a time." The next thing I knew, we were kissing and I tasted my cum in her mouth. What a thrill. At my age, I don’t deliver a lot of cum, but there was certainly enough to taste. We lay there for quite a while, our kissing getting more soft and gentle as time passed. We didn’t doze, we just got more and more comfortable together. Eventually, we both needed to use the loo so we got up. Standing naked in the kitchen, drinking ice water, I remembered the last time when she didn’t want a second session. I asked her what she wanted to do. She thought a moment, then suggested that we have dinner and afterwards we could have a "Proper fuck" to finish the evening. I love doing things nude, so it was enjoyable to fix the stir fry together. She wasn’t quite as comfortable, but she did keep her clothes off until she had to don an apron to do the actual cooking. It’s not very comfortable to fry naked for obvious reasons. While chopping tomatoes, I mentioned my conversation with her friend Mavis. "I saw Mavis at church Sunday. She called me a little devil. Did you tell . . ." Bea turned and smiled a wicked smile. "Oh yes. We tell each other everything." "Everything?" I asked. She nodded, blushing a bit. "Anyone else I need to watch out for?" "No. She’s my best friend. Been that way for over twenty years. We don’t have many secrets." She thought a few moments. "My kids, though . . ." Suddenly, I was concerned. "Have you told them . . . I should be careful around . . ." "No. I haven’t told them, but sooner or later, they’ll catch on." She caught the disturbed look on my face. "Oh, not to worry, Dick. They’ll understand." We worked quietly for a while. I couldn’t help thinking how sexy she looked, working about the kitchen stark naked. I wondered if she noticed that I was getting the start of a hard on. After a while, she looked at me with a sly grin. "She’s envious. You know." "Beverly, your daughter?" "No, silly." She leaned over to kiss my cheek and tweak my prick. "Mavis. She’s envious of our arrangement. She would love to have some of this. Oh, it’s getting hard again. " She began jacking it in earnest, making me forget about Mavis and making my cock really hard, making me really want to put it to work. She gave my rock hard dick another tweak, then walked back to the stove, put her apron on and started the stir fry. "We can both get really horny while we eat, thinking of what we’re going to do to that hard-on in a while." Damn, did I ever keep thinking about it, a lot. I suppose the food was great. She’s a good cook. But my mind was elsewhere the whole time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pert little breasts, rising and falling above the table as we ate. What incredible foreplay that was. In spite of the show, the anticipation, and the hormones, my cock went soft until we finished the fruit bowl desert. She stood and her breasts seemed to grow as she leaned over the table to pick up her dishes. My dick felt that prickly feeling and it began to rise as I rose to put my dishes in the dishwasher. "Oh, my." She said, smiling and motioning towards my growing member. "We’re going to have to do something about that." And we did. We started in the kitchen, moved to her living room, and ended up in her bed. I distinctly remember copulating in just about every position possible. We fucked doggy and missionary on the couch. She came massively riding cowgirl. I flipped her over and came inside her missionary, then gave her a wonderful tasting pussy licking to another good O. After recovery, we broke for a potty break and some ice water, then we retired to her bed for a long, slow missionary fuck in the middle of which I went soft, so I went down on her for her last orgasm of the night. We broke her rule that night and slept the night through together, I woke first, I’m a morning guy, and busied myself cleaning up the kitchen and the disarray we left in the living room. I suppose the clinking dishes woke her. I heard her shower going. I was probably smelly and sticky too, so I took a quick turn through the guest shower. As I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, I saw her come out of her room, study the living room then the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen doorway for a while, then shook her head and turned to me. Looking very serious, she said softly. "Time to get dressed, dick. I think you need to go." I was stunned. I know I shouldn’t have broken her rule and spent the night, but she’d encouraged me by holding me until we fell asleep. I got dressed quickly and left without my expected hug at the door. "What a screw-up I am." I thought as I walked the four blocks to my house. For the next few days I was, at best morose, until she called me on Friday, leaving a voice message. "Hi Dick. You left your tools here on Wednesday. You can pick them up when you come over for our date tomorrow at six. We’re still on for that, right?" I felt like I had whiplash. What the hell was going on? Was she mad at me or not? Evidently she wasn’t. She met me at the door naked and we fucked like rabbits until ten. We both had to be at church early to prepare the program, so we parted at ten fifteen with a wonderful kiss and fondle. Talk about whiplash. We didn’t talk much, we just fucked and fucked and fucked. Likewise, the same thing happened the next Saturday. And she called for another assignation (her word) at my place that Wednesday. That Saturday, it was back at her place. She never mentioned being upset the morning after I fixed her shower, and I knew better than to stir that pot. Who could ask for a better arrangement than that?
  7. Four years of knowing that my second wife, Pauline, just let me have sex out of duty, soured me considerably on marriage and sex both. Since the divorce, I’ve had some opportunities to enjoy sex, but not often enough for a former swinger, especially since so many women my age don’t think sex is important. Oh, my goodness, Barb, my first wife loved sex so much, it was wonderful. A year ago something very interesting happened. I’ve always been handy at fixing things, so I’ve spent a lot of my free time helping friends and neighbors when something broke. The older women at church, particularly, called on me to replace a light fixture, fix a garbage disposer, or in Bea’s case, to change her locks after she broke up with a man who turned out not to be very nice. I’ve known Bea for several years, working with her in Sunday school and on several committees. After I’d finished her locks, I helped her clean out her garage and make a run to the dump in my pickup. I wouldn’t accept any cash, but let her talk me into taking me to the Outback restaurant for lunch that weekend. She’s a classy woman, prim and proper, always to the point. She knows how to make things happen, a born leader from a time when women weren’t expected to be leaders. Over lunch, we talked about lots of things. She prodded me to tell her a lot about myself. For a while it felt like she was interviewing me, but she’s an old friend and that’s her way. We walked across the boulevard to the park on the way back to her house. She asked if I’d sit with her on the bench under an old oak tree. She had something she wanted to talk to me about. She sat there, silently for a while, looking in the direction of a softball game across the park. Finally, she spoke up. "You know about George. Of course you do, you just changed the locks. Michael has been gone for over four years now. Do you remember him?" I nodded. "We were married almost twenty-eight years when he passed. He was a real pain in the ass." I had to smile at that comment. Michael was of the old school, ruling the roost. "Michael never did the dishes or changed a diaper. For a while, after he passed, I thought I could find a man who was kind and thoughtful, but all the guys I’ve dated either wanted a nurse or a purse, or both. I’m perfectly happy living alone without a man underfoot." She paused for a moment while I wondered what she was about to complain about. What bad had I done her? She continued after a bit. "The only thing I really miss is the sex, but every time I let a guy into my bed, he starts getting sappy and wants to move in." By this time I was trying to think of something to say, but too confused to wrap my mind around any kind of response. "I have a proposition for you, Dick. I remember years ago talking to Barb. I was aghast to find out that you two slept around quite a lot. Over the years I’ve come to understand and appreciate what you were doing. That’s why I’m asking you." All kinds of things rushed through my mind as she paused for a while, looking away. "I need someone to come over for sex about once a week, but not to hang around other than that. Could you do that for me?" All I could muster up was: "Sure, I guess so, I. . ." "You’re a nice fellow, Dick. I like you, but I don’t want to ruin things with any of that love crap. Do you know what I mean?" Well, after Pauline, I did know exactly what she meant, but couldn’t think of anything to say at the moment, so I just nodded. She reached into her purse and produced a pill bottle. "Would this be of use to you this afternoon?" I saw that the container held one blue pill, a Viagra. I gave her the best answer I could, I swallowed it quickly. "I expect you to get off, yourself, but you. . ." She paused. "Bea." I finally figured out how to talk. "I’d love to get together with you, and I’ll try to make it as good an experience for you as I can. I have to admit though, I’m really out of practice. Pauline didn’t like sex at all, so I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to do for you." She stood first, purposely ignoring my last comment. I joined her to walk the fifteen minutes to her home. Somehow it seemed we walked a bit faster going to her home than we had coming from it. I asked what she liked and didn’t like. It seemed strange to be walking along, talking about cunnilingus, sex positions and the like, but it was quite stimulating. As we walked up her steps, she turned to tell me. "One thing I won’t abide, dick. I rather like eating a penis, but Michael sometimes forced my head down to eat him. Don’t ever try to force me to do anything like that. You can ask me, or I’ll do it all in my own time, when I’m ready to enjoy it." I nodded assent. We entered her house and stood there looking at each other for a moment. She said: "I prefer for you to be squeaky clean. Would you mind taking a shower before we. . .?" While she set out the towels, I simply got undressed right in front of her. She looked a bit shocked. "I’ve been a nudist most of my life, I hope you don’t mind." She thought a brief second then laughed: "I suppose not. After all, we’ll both be naked soon." I noted that she was very careful not to look at my genitals. After a quick shower, I toweled off and ignored the chenille robe she left for me. I found her in the den, lighting candles. I crept in behind her, put my arms around her and kissed her neck. She was a little surprised, but soon we were hugging. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear lobes and kissed her forehead and eyes. After a few light kisses on her lips, we began to kiss slowly, tentatively at first. She obviously wasn’t ready at that time to kiss passionately. Between kisses, I told her how lovely she looked, and how good it felt to kiss her. Our hands were very busy, exploring each other, so far, all above the waist. One of my hands found her breast and we both moaned as I fondled her. My other hand found the zipper on the back of her dress, which soon found its way all the way open. She made no move to slow me down, even when I unhooked her bra. Her dress and bra slipped down to her waist. I stood back, keeping my hands on her shoulders. "I’ve been looking at you in Sunday school, since we met. I’ve always wanted to see your breasts. I’m certainly not disappointed now. You look so darned beautiful this way." As I was talking, her dress and bra fell to the floor. I bent over, picked them up and carefully draped them over the back of a chair. I saw that she was wearing white cotton panties, the kind mothers want their adolescent daughters to wear. As I stepped back, her reaction was to cover her breasts with her hands. A shy smile lit her face. "You’ve really looked at me that way at church?" "Oh yes. I’m sure most of the men have undressed you with their eyes." Her face and shoulders turned bright red. She was blushing. "Now that I see you without those encumbrances, all those desires haven’t been wasted. You are a true knock-out, Bea." I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her long and passionately as she melted into me. The next few minutes were a blur of kisses, nibbles, licking, fondling, as we really got into it. I made the rounds, her lips, neck, nipples, between her boobs, her neck and back to her lips, several times, Each round, her kisses became more in earnest. When my hands found their way inside her panties to fondle her bum, she opened her mouth to let my tongue in for a long, deep, passionate kiss that went on and on while I massaged her ass and boob. While we were kissing, I let my hand roam around to hold her pussy. Sneaking a finger to the top of her slit and ever so shallowly inside caused her to inhale sharply and back away from our kiss. I looked into her eyes and softly said "Thank you so much." I kissed her again, lightly and held her for a while, letting my hard cock poke at her panties. After a bit, I hooked my thumbs in her panties and began to slide them down. She breathed deeply , then relaxed as I pulled back to get them all the way down. While on my knees, eyes at her pussy level, she stepped out of them, first one foot then the other, giving me two good glimpses of her most precious attraction. I looked up at her past her small, lovely breasts, and said: "Thank you so much, after all that time, I don’t have to imagine what you look like any more. You are so much lovelier than I imagined." I kissed her pussy, nuzzling into it for a moment. I rose slowly and put my hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down. "You are so darned pretty. You’ve always dressed well, so pretty and desirable, but I can’t get over what a beautiful woman you’ve been hiding under those sexy clothes." She grinned and almost whispered: "Flattery – flattery will get you everywhere." I took her into my arms and kissed her while I poked at her nether regions with my cock. We were both breathing hard. When we broke our deep kiss, I took the liberty of nibbling her neck and nipples. She broke away and practically fell into the couch. "Richard, I need something in me right now." She opened her legs to show me the most beautiful pussy. I had to shudder. Leaning in, I kissed her again, then nibbled her nipples.Straightening up, I took my cock in hand and ran it over and around her pussy. "Put it in, Richard. Stop fooling around." "Would you mind if I kissed it first?" I asked, but didn’t wait for her answer. I placed my mouth over her pussy and began to lick and nibble. She inhaled sharply a few times, but didn’t tell me to stop. I reached around her legs to fondle her breast with one hand as I entered her pussy with a finger of the other hand, reaching up to find her G spot, just as Barb taught me years ago. I felt wonderful, reveling in the tastes and aromas. Soon her hips were keeping time with my ministrations and she began to moan. I licked just under her clit for quite a while, then sucked it into my mouth. Then, when I licked at it again, she shuddered and her moans turned to squeals. She froze, and her vagina muscles spasmed repeatedly as I continued to lick and suck. Finally, she relaxed and after a moment, she pulled on my head. I moved up to lie next to her on the couch and kissed her softly, holding her close. After quite some time, I figured she was coming down, so I nibbled her ear and spoke softly: "Thank you so much, Bea. I’m sure I enjoyed that more than you." "No way, Richard. That was wonderful." She lay there breathing hard for a while. "I figured we’d get naked, you’d stick it in and we’d just do it. I didn’t expect to be seduced. I didn’t even expect an orgasm. With Michael, we just . . ." I touched her lips with my finger. "You’re not with Michael, or George. You’re with me, and I’ll say unequivocally, this was more enjoyable for me than it was for you. I adored helping you have those feelings, that’s the best part." "But you haven’t even, uh. . ." She reached down and brushed her hand across my half-hard cock. "Cum? No, There’s still time for that if you like. If not, I’ve already had a wonderful time with you." I kissed her softly, and we snuggled in together. "By the way, if you’d like to touch my penis again, I will be delighted." She did and I was. But she didn’t just touch it. She fondled it, played with it, stroked my balls, tickled my balls. It felt so wonderful I had to moan a bit. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobes. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon we sorted out our hands and arms so we could kiss while fondling boobs, pussy and cock. I felt ecstatic, and I told her so. After a bit, I felt her pussy begin to flood as she began to mew softly, and after a little while more, she quietly asked, "Will you fuck me now, Dick? I really need you inside me." In all those years I didn’t know she even knew that word, let alone used it. I answered by easing her onto her back and kneeling between her opened legs. I couldn’t resist a taste of her delicious juices before I placed my erection against her pussy, playing its head back and forth through her moist, well lubricated pussy lips. I asked her to take my cock and use it the way she wanted and after a brief pause, she held my cock and explored her outer pussy with it. We both looked down, watching our genitals intermingle delightfully. After some time, she used her thumb to shove my cockhead inside her, then looked up at me and, as one, we both moved our hips to consummate our arrangement, pushing together until our pubic mounds met and we held ourselves still for several moments, enjoying the feelings. We kissed deeply and began moving our hips together, both of us moaning softly. When Barb and I first started swapping, she showed me how to maximize my partner’s pleasure, especially the first time we fucked. I’d been following that plan and now I continued. I didn’t just pound in and out. I held firm contact between our pubic mounds, keeping my cock as deep as it would go, moving my hips back and forth, around and fore and aft. (Barb had been in the navy), keeping her clit maximally involved. All the while, I kissed her deeply and fondled her breasts. Once in a while, I had to take two or three thrusts to keep my cock hard, then went back to maximal stimulation mode. I could feel her responding. She began moaning and she breathed faster. I didn’t give in to the incredible feelings, holding off as long as possible. Finally she heaved her hips against me several times then broke our kiss to scream out. Her pussy muscles spasmed and my poor little cock could take no more. It spasmed and those feelings took over my body ricocheting from cock to chest, to head, even to my toes. It was an incredible experience, certainly the best since Barb passed. I don’t know what happened As I enjoyed that orgasm, actually, as I enjoyed both our orgasms. The next thing I recollect was that we were holding each other on our sides and she was humming. We lay that way for quite some time, enjoying the afterglow until I realized I had to pee. I asked her softly if I could use her bathroom. She grinned and responded, "Not until I do." Then she bounded out of bed and headed to the loo. I waited outside until she was washing her hands. I asked if it was ok for me to go. She nodded then watched me do my business. When I finished, she ventured, "Well that settles it. I prefer uncircumcised guys, you have much better aim." We both laughed. I followed her to her bedroom where she started to put on a robe. I touched her bare shoulder and asked, "Would you mind not getting dressed? After all this time, I hate to miss a moment of seeing you at your most beautiful." She led me to the kitchen where we got some soft drinks then went out to the living room. We started toward the couch, but I stopped: "Wait a minute." I said. I ran into the bathroom and got a dry towel then spread it on the couch. "Nudists always sit on a towel. It’s nicer that way." We sat close together. "Notice." I pointed out. "I only got one towel." She turned a bit red again. We sat and talked for nearly an hour that way. Finally, I asked if she’d like another round. She shook her head. "Two orgasms like that is about all my system can take, Richard." Finally, I dressed reluctantly, then watched carefully as she got dressed and brushed her messy hair. She blushed again when I suggested that mussed hair is very sexy. I couldn’t resist kissing her before I walked out to my car. The next Sunday, I really looked at her differently as she taught the Sunday School lesson, and she did spend more time looking at me than at the rest. She had to meet with the Sunday School board after church, so I walked out the big doors. On the steps, Bea’s best friend, Mavis, walked up to me, shook my hands with her other hand over mine. She smiled at me and whispered: "You are a little devil, you are." It looked like my secret was out.
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    Scout Camp

    Rusty and I spent most of last week naked in Southern California at a former Scout camp the local club branch revitalized a year ago. Along with screwing, I don't know how many people, we recorded a bunch of really good stories for the newsletter. One couple there gave us the most unusual of the batch. It had gotten too cool to lie about the pool naked so we'd just made some hot chocolate in the lodge's great room and stood there for a while watching the fifty or so people having all manner of sex around the room. We'd talked a lot to Leigh and Roger earlier, a lovely, friendly couple. Unfortunately, they'd had kitchen duty and couldn't play. I was delighted when they walked up and asked to take us up on our rain-check. Rusty asked Leigh if she'd like to dance and before we knew it we were all on the small dance floor, moving to the music, but mostly kissing, fondling, and generally getting horny. Roger was making me very hot with his kisses, and poking at my groin with his hard cock. I noticed that Rusty wasn't doing too badly with Leigh either. Before the first slow dance was over, we weren't dancing any more, just making out. I was getting incredibly needy, so I led Roger to sit with me on a nearby couch. Things got hotter and hotter. Roger's a great kisser, and his fingers on my boobs and pussy were driving me up the wall. One would think that after screwing three guys that day, one less than an hour before, I'd be worn out. Wrong! Sex leads to more sex. Roger kissed his way down to my boobs, then my pussy, raising my desires more and more. His lips and tongue on my pussy drove me absolutely wild. I asked a bystander to bring his cock over so I could have something nice in my mouth. I'd already had a full dose of chills and hot flashes, but Barry's chocolate cock tasted wonderful, even though it was completely flaccid. It doesn't get better than a marvelous cunt-eater and a random cock to suck. Barry's hands on my breasts added a dimension too. I felt my excitement grow, my juices were boiling. Roger was doing such wonderful things to me that I had to throw my head back, letting Barry's prick slip from my mouth so I could breathe enough air to feed my passion. The tension grew and grew, as only talented lips, tongue, and fingers in my pussy can do. Roger knew what he was doing, sending chills through me until the dam burst and I had to stiffen all over. My toes and teeth itched from the orgasm. I spasmed many times. I'm sure Roger had trouble keeping his mouth on my heaving, rocking pussy. It was marvelous. Finally, I had to push his face away, the sensations were too much for me. Feeling a half-hard dick against my lips prompted me to open my mouth and let it in. It did taste good, a little pre-cum livened things up. It took me a while to manage to open my eyes and find out that it was Roger's cock that was becoming bigger and harder in response to my lips and tongue. His honest smile sent a wave of warmth through me, reminding me of what that smile had just done to my pussy. I lay there for quite some time, coming down from my mountain, enjoying his growing cock in my mouth. I love to feel a cock grow within my lips. Roger looked down at me and said softly. "Thank you. That was wonderful." I released it from my mouth and put my arms up to him. He leaned down and kissed me, lightly at first, but soon we were kissing deeply, erotically. An electric shock suffused me when I felt his hard cock enter my pussy. The feelings were still overwhelming, but now, they were feelings of desire. We fucked and kissed. He did wonderful things to my breasts. I lost track of everything, feeling my juices slowly coming to a boil again. I climbed the mountain, feeling his lovely cock stirring them up. He was fucking me hard, bringing my senses up and up and up. This time, it happened suddenly. Electric shocks shot through me, heating everything up. My lips curled, every muscle in my body shook as I screamed into his lips. I was well down the mountain when he groaned, stiffened, and shot a full load into my hot wet pussy. There's something seriously erotic about a man shooting me full of cum. It gave me chills. It gives me chills thinking of it now. After some time of snuggling and kissing, I opened my eyes to see Rusty and Leigh sitting together across from us, snuggling too. Her hands were on his limp dick, his were on her breast and pussy. Both were smiling contented smiles. I winked at Rusty when he mouthed "I love you." Now, this was a lovely experience. Rusty's was good too, but neither was all that unusual for an FMC gathering. Roger and Leigh related a much more interesting tale. Leigh asked if we'd like to hear how they got into swinging. Rusty quickly went to our locker and came back with our recorder and tapes. The background noise in the great room was too high so we went into the empty kitchen to record their story. Here is what they told us. Roger: We got into swinging for all the wrong reasons. We were growing apart. Our typical evening would find her in her art room, painting, while I'd be in the midst of developing my software. We hadn't shared much sex over eighteen years of marriage. Don't get me wrong. We got along fine, rarely argued, but we just...... Leigh: Yeah, we just kind of ignored one-another. We got drunk at our high school Senior Prom and screwed in the back seat of his parent's Chevy. One time, it wasn't that great. One time, and he knocked me up. By the time we graduated I was two months pregnant. Neither of us knew the first thing about sex, or even love. We just settled in, had Susan, then Deb. With kids, we didn't have much time for each other. Roger: I didn't know any better. Once in a while, I'd insist on sex and Leigh would accommodate me, but it wasn't a whole lot of fun. Leigh: Right on, Roger. It was a little grabbing, I'd have to use KY, never got wet naturally. He'd stick it in and a minute or two later, he'd cum and fall asleep. I learned that it was easier to give him a blow job, so that's what we did mostly. Send him to the bathroom to clean his dick, suck it off, swallow, and he was happy. It didn't mean much to me, except he was always exceptionally nice when satisfied. Roger: Not really happy, just satisfied for the moment. I knew we were missing something but didn't know what. But all that started to change one day. The wind knocked down our TV antenna that evening, so Leigh and I were up on our flat roof, getting it erected again. I was just tying off the guy wire when Leigh called me over to the side of the roof. Being up there gave us a view over the hedge into our neighbor's living room. There they were, our neighbors and another couple, buck naked, screwing away, and they weren't with their own spouses. Leigh: Neither of us knew such things happened. I was shocked, but riveted to the action. It didn't get over in two minutes like our sex. Anna, our neighbor, was obviously off on another cloud. They changed positions several times. We could barely hear them, but screams cutting weakly through the open window told me something was happening that never happened to me before. Obviously, she was having a great time, a great time at least three times, judging by her gyrations and screams. Her partner had marvelous staying power. We couldn't see all of Bob and his partner until we moved to the left. They were going at it hot and heavy too. Roger: Damn it was hot. I didn't know sex could be that much fun. We watched the whole thing. After they settled down, they didn't get dressed, but walked around naked talking, laughing, and had a couple of drinks. We watched until Anna took the other guy's penis and led him off into another room. Bob and his partner necked for a while, then left too. We climbed down the ladder and I had to put Leigh's hand on my full erection. She actually smiled at me when she felt it. That was unusual. Leigh: Right. Our neighbors had my juices flowing and sex seemed a good idea. We got out of our clothes and I didn't need KY, for a change. The fuck wasn't all that great, but a hell of a lot better than normal. Roger: Me too. She got to moving with me and it felt like she didn't mind doing it that time. Barb: You've obviously learned a lot since then. You rocked me a few minutes ago. Leigh: That took some time, but having witnessed people actually enjoying sex, it opened our eyes. Roger went out and bought a couple of books and we started trying things. Our kids were out of the house enough that we got a chance to try out what the books recommended. I never managed a cum until he brought home a vibrator one day. Once I found out what cumming felt like, I resolved to change things. I don't think Roger minded, did you? Roger: No way. It was great. We never quite looked at the neighbors the same way after that. It was hard not to smile whenever we talked. Leigh: We made it a point to cultivate a friendship with the neighbors. A couple of weeks later, when we saw that same green car parked in front of their house, we decided that the antenna needed to be adjusted again. What a show. There were three couples that night and they coupled every which way. It was during a lull in the action that we got busted. Anna went to the window to close it and saw us on our roof. She said something to the others, waved at us to let us know we'd been had, and closed the curtains. The next day, Sunday, Bob came over to talk to us. We were very apologetic, lying that we were up there fixing the antenna when we were surprised to see them. He accepted that, and explained their involvement in what they called wife swapping. He asked us not to gossip about what they did, and we readily agreed. We walked back with him to their house where the four of us had a three hour chat that really opened my eyes. Roger: They didn't try to seduce us, exactly. They just told us what they did, why they enjoyed it, and how things worked. It was just the three couples and they didn't swap outside those limits. As we were leaving, Anna told us: "You don't have to go up on your roof to see the show. It'll be a lot more interesting from inside, with us. We'll invite you to the next party." Leigh looked shocked by the suggestion, but they assured us that we wouldn't have to get undressed or take part. Leigh: We turned them down the next week, but went crazy that evening, imagining what they must be doing next door. Boy, were we in for an experience. Roger and I talked more than we'd talked for years. Not only that, but while the guys were at work, I had several long talks with Anna and Bob between those two parties broke down my reticence. Anna convinced me that sex could be a lot of fun. Oh man, did we have butterflies in our tummies, bad ones when Anna invited us to their pot luck, then they flapped their wings harder and harder as the evening approached. I went over early to set out the sushi we made on a bed of ice. Anna and Bob tried to reassure me, but I was on the verge of apoplexy. Anna suggested I wear comfortable casual clothes, so I went home and changed into a full skirt and a blouse, I also got into two glasses of Chinon Blanc. When it came time to leave, I asked Roger if we really had to go. He reassured me that we didn't have to do anything, just talk and watch, and that we could leave whenever I got stressed. Another glass of wine helped me on the way. It kind of bothered me that Roger was so calm about it. I accused him of just wanting to see naked women. Roger: Well, Yeah. I was looking forward to seeing naked women and wanton sex, but I was churning inside too. I really had no idea what could happen. Bob and Anna clued us in on the normal progress of the party. Their friends would come over, exchange hugs and kisses, then chat for a while. They wouldn't eat until after the first round. The women would decide who to pair up with, then start necking, getting naked, and having sex for a while. You should have seen Leigh's face when Anna suggested that she could pick a guy to make out with. Uh, she declined. Leigh: You better believe it. I drank the glass of wine Bob had given me and he poured another. If I hadn't had a bit of a buzz on, I probably would have run out screaming. That's when the doorbell rang. Bob let the other two couples in and after sharing kisses all around, he introduced us. May and Michael were a Hispanic couple, dark hair and eyes. They are soft spoken, thin, and very sexy. We recognized Hazel as a teacher at our kids' high school, Who'da thunk it? A school teacher I'd never thought might do such things. She was on the plump side. Her husband, Hal was tall and very skinny. Roger: I'd call Hazel voluptuous, very sexy. Leigh: Right. I was feeling kind of inadequate there. Roger: Nonsense. I told you, you were the prettiest, sexiest woman there. Leigh: And I didn't believe you. Anyway, we talked for a while, found out what everybody liked and disliked, what kind of work they did, all the cocktail party conversation. At one point, Anna snuggled into Michael and he began to kiss her neck. They'd told us the evening's hostess was responsible for getting things started. He quickly began massaging her breasts and soon they were kissing passionately. Roger: May walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss. I quickly told her we weren't taking part, so she went on to neck with Hal. Leigh: It's a damned good thing you did turn her down. I'd have killed you. Anyway, Bob started necking with Hazel and soon the clothes came off. I had no idea people did the things they did, oral, vaginal, standing, him on top, her, over the edge of a couch, It was incredible. A couple more glasses of wine kept me from screaming. Roger: I took Leigh into my arms from behind her and as we watched the uninhibited sex, I began to massage her tits. She must have felt my rock hard cock poking at her. Leigh: Oh, did I! I felt all kinds of crazy feelings running all through me. I thought it strange that I really enjoyed him fondling me. Roger undid a button on my blouse and I had to think a moment before I told him to stop it. After another drink of wine, I didn't object to his getting his hands under my bra and moving it off my boobs. It may have been the wine, but I was on a constant hot flash. When roger slipped into me it felt very good, better than ever before. My gosh! What all the action was doing to me was incredible. I let Roger pull my panties off and we copied what Bob and Hazel were doing at the moment. I sat on Roger's lap facing away from him. My blouse was open and he was titillating my tits - I wonder if that's where the word comes from - making them feel so good. I pulled my skirt down so nobody could see his cock in me. It's kind of crazy, they weren't interested in what we were doing. I felt so hot, I couldn't believe it. Roger: Her skirt didn't stay down. I couldn't resist diddling her pussy with my fingers. I was having trouble holding my ejaculation off, trying to think of other things. Leigh surprised me by stiffening up and squealing. When her pussy pulsed around my cock, I lost it and filled her with my semen. I couldn't get over it. She actually came while I screwed her. Marvelous. Leigh: Was it ever. It never happened that way before, and I loved it. I just lost track of everything and shivered all over. My eyes were tightly closed. I felt hot and tingly as I snuggled into Roger. His fingers felt fabulous on my boobs. I'd never felt so good in my life. I don't know how long we snuggled, but when I heard dishes and silver clinking, I opened my eyes. The others were gathered around the table filling their plates. Somehow, seeing the naked people doing such normal things seemed the most natural thing in the world. I finally got up from Roger's lap. He stood, and we kissed lovingly, for a long time. Hal came over and handed me a glass of wine. I couldn't help staring at his well-formed cock with its purple head. Roger told me later that Hal was circumcised. I was fascinated by it. Roger: Anna came over too, and I must say that I enjoyed looking at her lovely naked body close up instead of from the roof. She laughed and told me I'd better get out of those pants before I caught a cold. I then saw that the front of my pants, from belt to knees, was covered by sex juices. Before I knew what was happening, she had undone my pants and had them and my briefs down around my ankles. What else could I do? I stepped out of them and took my shirt off. I was embarrassed to be naked, but it felt very good to join the crowd. While Leigh sipped her wine, I eased her blouse off and, undoing her skirt, I let it fall to the floor. She didn't seem to notice. Leigh: No. I didn't notice. Everyone else was naked and so was I. The wine probably helped. I was ravenous, so we filled our plates and sat or stood around eating, talking, and drinking wine. Somehow, being naked was no big deal. I was a bit nonplussed when the others mentioned how sexy Roger and I looked, making love on the couch. Another bit of wine, and I was comfortable talking about it. Soon, everyone was sharing notes about how their couplings were, and how it made them feel. All the guys told me how wonderful I looked. I loved the compliments. The others were, by that time, hugging and fondling indiscriminately, I was standing between Hal and Roger, when Roger took my glass, put it on the bar, and put my hand on his very erect cock. I was a bit surprised, but when Hal put my hand on his somewhat larger, circumcised cock, it seemed the appropriate thing to do to jack them both for a while. I was getting some of those electric feelings inside me again. About that time, Bob put some soft music on and Hal asked me to dance. I felt deprived when I had to let go of those two cocks, but Hal made up for it by massaging my butt and boob and poked at my groin with that beautiful cock as we danced. I couldn't resist grabbing it and playing it around my pussy. Oh my goodness, could Hal kiss. What a hoot! Those electric feelings just wouldn't stop. Roger: Leigh was so sexy, dancing naked foreplay, was what it really was. They danced through at least five songs. I got really hot,dancing with Anna and Hazel, but turned down both their offers to fuck. I wanted to see how Leigh did. I needn't have worried. Looking up from kissing Hazel, I saw Leigh on a couch, legs open. Hal was screwing her like a rabbit. So what else could I do? I kissed Hazel again, she guided my face to her nipples, then to her pussy. She sat back on the love seat and I kissed her pussy. She guided me, told me what she wanted, moved my head about and explicitly told me what to do. She was a good teacher, and tasty too, soon I didn't need instructions, and she came massively around my fingers and on my tongue. It was an incredible thrill, better even than one of my pity orgasms before we met Anna and Bob. Hal was still screwing Leigh. She was emitting short "EEPs" every four or five of Hal's thrusts. I kissed Hazel again, she was kind of out of it. Then I walked over to Leigh and gave her a kiss on the forehead. After a few more thrusts, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, I whispered "I love you." She mouthed the same words to me and took my half-flaccid cock into her hand. "Three times, three times." She said to me. Leigh: That's right. Hal gave me three orgasms, wonderful orgasms, and didn't stop. He kept me going and cumming over and over. I'd never felt so good. It was wonderful, drifting along, my emotions on overdrive. Roger: She let go of me to kiss Hal again about the time Anna walked up behind me and put her arms around me. She asked if I'd ever thought Leigh could do it. I shook my head then turned around and took Anna into my arms. Leigh: Anna and I talked for hours about sharing and learning new things. Bob too. I think they had me psychologically prepared by the time we got there that night. That, and the wine. I did have quite a buzz on. That, and Hal's being a wonderful guy to initiate me. Roger: Anna and I kissed and fondled for quite some time before we sat together on a couch. She was a good teacher too. She didn't let me just grope and fuck. She made it into quite a production. I can't exactly remember everything we did. I'd had a bit of wine too. I know she kisses wonderfully. She showed me how to titillate her neck, ears, eyes, nipples, and so many other places. I got to taste her sweet and salty pussy. She did wonderful things to my cock with her lips and tongue. Damn. The foreplay was more fun than all of sex before we met them. We were kissing when I finally slipped my cock into her pussy. She was playing guitar strings inside my body. The twangs made me shiver. I was getting close when she pulled back and asked me to eat her some more. I did, and it kept me from cumming too soon. Then we kissed on our sides and I entered her again, rising and rising until .. but no. she stopped me again before I could cum and we did a nice sixty-nine for a while. Then we got back together doggy style until I almost came. I caught it this time, pulled out and slipped under her for another taste of the best ambrosia in the world. Then she lay back again and I entered her, slowly humping as she told me to. Whenever I got too close, she'd tell me to just shove it all the way in, stop moving, and wait for the immediate need to fade away. Then I'd go again, humping her, kissing her, playing with her nipples, until I remembered to stop again. I'd always just gone after a quick ejaculation, but this was far more fun. She began soft, short, grunts, which soon became squeals, then a scream as she stiffened against me. Her pussy muscles spasmed, taking me over the edge. I couldn't hold it any more as that pleasure pain came over me, making me shudder and moan too. I thrust and thrust and thrust, enjoying that wonderful pleasure-pain, until on one thrust, my deflating prick slipped out of her slippery slot. I was done, over my orgasm, but it disappointed me that I couldn't do it any more.& ; I slipped down beside her and we kissed and fondled for a long, long time. When I finally came to, I looked to see that Leigh was still fucking, but now it was Bob, giving it to her on the carpet. Leigh: Yes. Hal gave me something I didn't know was possible. He lasted through four of my orgasms, without cumming. I was lying there, him thrusting slowly into me just after a cum, when Hazel leaned over and hugged him. "May I borrow my husband for a while?" I was a bit shocked at first, but she was his wife and even if I didn't want to give him up, she had first rights. He pulled his still stiff cock out of me, gave me a wonderful kiss, then walked away with his wife. I needn't have worried, Bob came over and helped me up. He pointed to his wife and Roger and told me that everything was cool. We embraced and kissed deep, erotic kisses. When I reached down for his cock, I found it completely floppy. I got a flaky thought and went down on my knees. I really wanted to know how it felt for a floppy dick to become hard and big in my mouth. I'd never done that with Roger. He'd always be hard when he approached me. It was better than I expected. I could feel everything with my lips and tongue. His shaft started growing first, I could feel that channel at the bottom become more pronounced, then sharper. His shaft grew a bit. He helped me to the carpet then gave me his growing cock again while, lying on our sides, he began to eat me. What a thrill. His cock continued to grow along with my feelings. I was already floating from Hal, so it didn't take much for Bob to get me going again. Finally, I felt the head of Bob's cock expand and become hard as a rock. I pulled his foreskin back so I could get the most erotic feelings. I could taste some of his pre cum. After all these years, I've come to appreciate the taste of Roger's cum, and. I loved tasting Bob too. In a matter of a couple of minutes, my feelings rose, and an incredible wave of feelings engulfed all of me in a sudden wave. Bob's tongue overwhelmed me so much I had to release his cock from my mouth and scream. Shudder after shudder hit me hard. Oh-my-gosh. It felt wonderful, and it kept feeling wonderful as he changed whatever he was doing to my pussy, stretching out my marvelous orgasm. It took a lot longer to come down than to go up to the release. He kept gently nibbling me where it mattered most. Hid hard cock was resting against my cheek, so I turned my head and took it back in. That sent a chill through me. I loved tasting more of his pre cum. Bob took me by surprise. He turned me on my back, opened my legs and was soon pumping me slowly. We kissed and I loved the taste of my pussy on his lips. I'd never liked that with Roger, but now it tasted as ambrosia. I really enjoyed the fuck, but after a while, I realized that I wasn't going to cum again, so I wiggled out from under him and took his cock into my mouth. Ooh, there was the taste of my juices on his cock. I mouthed, licked, sucked, and did everything I could think of to please him until he groaned. His cock jumped in my mouth then delivered a nice load of warm cum within my lips. I loved sharing his shudders and shivers as he came. Finally, he calmed down and we settled into a soft reverie, kissing and fondling. While Hal was fucking me, driving me crazy, part of my feelings was a growing attachment to him, almost making me want to break up with Roger and run away with Hal. It was a crazy, irrational thought that bothered me a lot. But then, when Bob took me over, I began to realize that it was the lust, not love. Hazel pulled Hal away from me at just the right time. I realized that I was hooked on sex, not on Hal. Barb: She probably did it just for that reason. Newbies can get too attached to a new partner if they don't get enough variety. Roger: I didn't question our relationship, I was too busy enjoying the sex. Damn it was good. I can't get over how much we've been missing all these years. Leigh: Right on, Roger. The wine helped get me over my inhibitions. Then, once I got into it, I was hooked. By the time I'd gotten back to planet Earth, the others were gathered around the food again. Bob helped me up, and I realized I was naked in front of everyone. I had a huge urge to get some clothes on, but a big hug and kiss from Bob; killed that thought very quickly. Then, when Roger took my hand and asked me: "Are you OK, Hun?" I felt a huge rush of. I don't know, comfortableness, if there's such a word. We fell into each other's arms and kissed deeply for a while. Roger: I can't take the credit for being supportive, Anna had been telling me how to react to things and suggested that Leigh needed some reassurance. Ironically, I was beginning to learn how to be a good husband as I was screwing other women. Leigh: Yes he was, and it is a whole lot better now, in every way. Anyway, we got our plates full and sat around naked, eating and talking as if we weren't naked and hadn't just fucked each other's spouses. Finally, when Anna asked me how I felt about the evening so far, I blurted out: "Roger, you have to find out from Hal what he did to my pussy. Hal, you were marvelous. He looked a little embarrassed. Hazel smiled and told me: "I think May, Hazel, and I can get him educated, maybe even later this evening. They did, and Roger's been sending up the wall ever since. I had to blush when Bob let everyone know that I didn't need any education in cock sucking. We danced a while after that, changing partners often. You haven't lived until you've danced slow dances naked with several guys. It blew me away. Roger: After dancing for about half an hour, Anna called us into the kitchen for dessert. She spread a towel over the kitchen table and told her it was the new girl's privilege to be dessert. She directed Leigh to lie down on her back. Anna covered Leigh's breasts and pussy with whipped cream, then placed sliced strawberries over the cream. She told the guys to enjoy, and we did. Leigh: Oh my gosh, what a rush. Three guys working me over sent me up the wall. Somebody ate me to another great orgasm. I can't figure out which guy. Roger: It was all of us. We took turns. When I saw how you responded to the others, I resolved to pay attention to my lessons in pussy licking. You were a sight to behold. Leigh: Oh my. We fucked the night away. We all got to screw everyone's spouse after desert. We danced for a while again, then we drew straws for the last fuck of the night. Roger: It wasn't the last fuck of the night. We ran naked back to our house, then we fucked like rabbits until we fell asleep. Bob and I got together and built a gate between their back yard and ours which has gotten a lot of use since then. I took a hold of Roger's dick, which had grown very hard as we talked. I asked Leigh if I could do something with it. She agreed, as long as she got Rusty again. As we walked through the great room to find something to fuck on, I asked: "How have you guys remembered so many details of details of that night?" Leigh answered, smiling broadly and blushing a little. "For one thing, we've talked about it hundreds of times since then. For another, it's only been just over a month ago." I had to inject: "You guys are quick learners."
  11. I'm reminded of that old WW I song "How ya gonna keep em down on the farm after they've seen Paree." If you've really enjoyed swinging, you may find an empty place in your life with a woman who won't have any part of the lifestyle. Before you let yourself fall in love with anyone new, talk out how both of you feel about sharing. It's tempting to wait until you are committed to ask those kinds of questions, but that could be a mistake. Take it from one who knows, make sure that both of you understand and are willing to live with whatever you both choose.
  12. OK, Roger. The tape recorder is on and running. Tell us how you met her. Sure, Barb. The phone rang early one Thursday morning in my office; I wondered who would call on my work phone so early. “Hello. My name is Brian Wilson. Are you the fellow who visited the slope about three weeks ago?” I wouldn’t have admitted to it had he asked about Forest Hill Nudist Park, but he referred to by its nickname as a member would. I was still hesitant as I answered. “Um, yeah. What can I do for you?” “Well.” He seemed hesitant too. “Do you remember my wife Sylvia, and another woman named Cal?” I had to think a moment. Then I got even more hesitant. I remembered them very well, I’d given them backrubs, rather erotic back rubs at the slope. I wondered if he were an irate husband ready to get on my case. “Yes. I do recall meeting them there.” “Oh what a relief. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since that day. We hoped to see you at the slope but you haven’t been back. Barry gave me your business card last night so I could call you.” I wondered where this was leading. “Sylvia and Cal speak highly of you and would like to invite you over for dinner if you have the time.” He didn’t sound irate, but still I had to be careful. “Gee. I’m not sure. What did you have in mind.” My concern must have shown in the tone of my voice. “We live less than a mile from where you work. Could you let Syl and me buy your lunch. We could talk and let you know where we’re coming from.” “Sure. I guess so. When?” “Today?” This was moving fast. “What time do you take lunch?” What the hell. I thought. “How about 11:30 at Nick’s Delli.” “Done. We’ll be there.” The rest of the morning I wondered just what was going on. I recognized Sylvia immediately, sitting with a short, rather thin balding man with gray hair. He rose to meet me, shaking my hand warmly. Sylvia greeted me with a very fetching smile. Brian handed me the order chit, which I filled in, ordering my regular BLT with Swiss. The waiter picked up the chits and we settled in. Bryan began, “Let me get to the point. I assume you have limited time for lunch.” I nodded. “At the slope, you gave Sylvia and Cal dynamite massages. We’d like to invite you to our place for a repeat performance.” Sylvia smiled again and nodded. “I, uh, sure, I could do that. I didn’t do all that much. I, Um.” “Let me tell you exactly what’s on our mind. Right after you gave Syl that massage, she came directly to the pool and dragged me back to our cabin for the best sex we’ve had in many years.” Sylvia grinned again and nodded aggressively. “I can’t tell you how great it was. You got her so hot…” Sylvia jumped in, smiling. “Your massage touched off feelings I’d forgotten. If you don’t mind, if it isn’t too much trouble, we’d like to do it again.” She reached across the table and took my hand. The waiter interrupted with our orders. We continued talking and agreed to meet at their place the next night. . . . . . . . . Their house, on a corner lot, was surrounded by a hedge right at the sidewalk. It must have been eight or more feet tall. I parked on the street then walked up their driveway to find the gate they told me to use. Entering, I saw Cal trying to put a tablecloth on a picnic table. She was completely nude. I quickly put down the wine I’d brought, then helped her get it straight. Brian came out of the house carrying a big platter of chicken. Sylvia followed almost immediately, with a bowl of salad. As is normal for me, my first sight of the nude women sparked chills down my back. That feeling stayed with me longer than it would have with the chaste nudity of the park. Sylvia gave me a little hug as she passed then said. “Don’t you feel a little overdressed? Her bare breast against my arm added to my arousal. “There’s a closet just inside the door for your clothes and the bathroom is the second door on the left. I was just hanging my underwear in the closet when Cal came through and swatted me on the behind. “Come on out when you’re finished, Roger. We’ll talk.” I visited the bathroom, not just to pee and comb my hair, but to wash up. Not being circumcised, I have to be careful about cleaning my cock before I meet anyone. Dinner was delightful. Cal sat next to me, closer than was necessary. We talked about jobs, family, and all the normal things. Cal’s husband had died about the time my wife and I divorced. She and he, Bryan and Sylvia, were friends at the Slope and remained close after Cal’s husband passed. When Syl got up to clear the table, I automatically pitched in, my ex had trained me well. After the dishwasher was running, we all repaired to their den to finish off the wine. We continued talking, laughing and generally enjoying the company, but after a while, there came a lull, accompanied by the three of them looking back and forth at each other. Finally, Bryan spoke up. “We might as well get to the point of why we’re here.” Syl and Cal looked directly at me. “As a nudist, you have to be used to people talking frankly, uh, about sex and things, so I’ll get to the point. Our sex life had gotten really stale over the years, same ol, same ol. The spontaneity was gone. Whatever you did to Syl at the Slope fired her up and the last three weeks have been like our honeymoon. We’ve been screwing like rabbits.” Syl nodded, smiling, as Bryan continued. We’ve never done anything like sex in public or swinging or anything, but you got us so reved up, we’d like you to give Syl a massage like you did at the Slope, and maybe show me how to do it.” I had to think a moment. “Well, sure. I can do that. I . . .I didn’t do much, just a back and shoulder rub.“ I couldn’t help wondering if they wanted me to screw Syl. Syl spoke up, “A very nice back and shoulder rub. And Cal, you too?” “Of course.” Cal nodded. I had to get things straight. “Uh, how far should I go?” Bryan blushed, “Well, let’s see where it takes us. We’re not ready for you to have intercourse. Syl and I plan to do that, once you get her started, but do whatever heightens the mood.” He and Syl looked at Cal. She responded hesitantly, “I wouldn’t mind, uh, whatever, let’s see where it takes me.” She breathed deeply, shrugged her naked shoulders, making her beautiful boobs jiggle, then continued. “Oh hell, I might as well say it. You left me so damned frustrated it isn’t even funny. I’ve been masturbating two or three times a day since you gave me that massage. Since Dave got sick, that’s all I’ve been able to do for relief. Uhm, I’m ready for anything.” She blushed all over. I had to laugh. “Gee, guys. I’ve been worried I’d get the hell beat out of me by an Irate husband. I’m glad you two enjoyed the massages, but I enjoyed touching you a lot more than you did. I’ve had to take matters into my own hands too. Let’s do it.” Syl took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom, where she arrayed herself, face down on the king size bed. Bryan and Cal sat on opposite sides of the bed, watching intently. I began by massaging her shoulders. My ex went to great pains to teach me an exact process. I kept at the shoulder and neck rub until I could feel her relax. At the slope, I didn’t develop even the slightest erection, that isn’t allowed there in public. But there on her bed, touching Syl was already getting a rise out of me. You know how I do it, Barb, soft tickles of her neck, face, and ears, scalp massage, alternating between back, butt and leg massage and light tickling all over. I tickled all over her back until I felt her tense up. Then I lightly scratched her back, to relieve the tension, but I didn’t relieve the tension down the middle of her back. Then I did more tickling down to the side of her boobs, and especially that sensitive spot just above the crack of her behind. When her breathing was harder and she was beginning to “Ohhhhh” I told her how beautiful she was and how good she felt to me. By the third time around of tickling and scratching, but not scratching that growing itch down the middle of her back, her moans got louder and she demanded that I give her relief down the middle of her back. When I did, she moaned a satisfied: “Ohhhhhh Yeahhhhhhh.” When I went back to tickling her face, neck, ears, and scalp, she moaned and turned over on her back, showing me everything, including a warm, sexy smile. I have to admit that by then I was so incredibly horny that I couldn’t even think straight. “Bryan.” I said. “This is as far as I went at the Slope, it all took place in the public area.” Syl wasn’t finished. She wanted a front massage too. Holding my hands by her boobs, I asked: “May I?” She kind of moaned: “Of course, you silly goose.” Her hand was lying palm up right under my erect cock. I’ll not admit to whether it was on purpose or accidentally, I leaned forward to tickle her boobs and I could feel her hand first touch, then lightly grasp it. I suppressed the urge to groan, with her husband right there, watching. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her from her toes to her scalp, tickling and massaging her all over. When she let out a long, breathy moan, I motioned for her hubby to join in. He tickled her too. Four hands soon got Syl even more into things. As he moved up, Syl took his cock in hand and began massaging it lightly. For a while she had one in each hand. When I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears, she moaned loudly. I had to shake my head to Bryan when he began to finger Syl’s pussy. “Softly, softly, let’s stretch it out, take your time.” Syl nodded in assent, and moaned again. I couldn’t help notice that Cal was watching intently, licking her lips, and nodding along with Syl. Syl moaned even louder when I leaned over to kiss her eyes, then cheek, then nibble her ears and lick her neck lightly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to start directing Bryan to take over. “I nibbled Syl’s ear then whispered that it was time for her husband to take over. Once I had him pleasuring her, I kissed her neck, then kissed slowly down her body. Bryan was fondling one breast while I was kissing the other. Then I kissed down her tummy as she writhed about the bed. When I nuzzled her bush, she opened her legs completely for me. I first kissed her hot wet pussy and she shuddered. I couldn’t resist probing the soft moist depths of her pussy for a while, then diddled under her clit for a moment. I was enjoying it so much that I kept at her for at least a dozen of her hip thrusts, but decided it was time to back off. I then reached up and led Bryan’s hand to her pussy and helped him start to lightly finger her. When I got up to make more room for Bryan, I was terribly disappointed to lose the feelings of her hand on my hard-on. I walked around to behind Cal and began to rub her neck and shoulders. Bryan didn’t need any more help. He knew where all of Syl’s buttons were. His lips and tongue were all over Syl. She must have had an orgasm while he was eating her pussy, judging by her body language and a very long, loud moan. Bryan kissed his way up to her breasts and nibbled for a while, bringing on her moans again. My fully erect cock, pressing against Cal’s side was demanding attention. Cal squirmed her shoulder into my groin, eliciting a massive shiver from me. It felt good when she responded with her own shiver. I needed Cal very badly, but we couldn’t take our eyes off of Syl and Bryan kissing so deeply. Syl opened her legs and Bryan, without breaking the kiss crawled over her, supporting himself with one arm while the other hand fondled her boob. Bryan stopped the kiss and rose, kneeling between Syl’s outstretched legs. His cock rested on her pubic mound. Syl took his cock in her hand and guided it all around and to her pussy, running it up and down, diddling her clit with it, and obviously enjoying her play-toy immensely. Cal and I were staring, open mouthed at the incredibly erotic scene. Her eyes caught mine and we gazed longingly at each other for a while, glancing from time to time at the pussy/cock play before us. I hugged her and began to play lightly with her boobs. She, in turn, took my hot needy cock into her hand for a long, soft penis massage as we continued to watch the show. Syl positioned Bryan’s cock at the entrance of her pussy, then rotated her hips to suck it into her. He slammed it in, balls deep, in an instant and they were both flailing their hips at each other. He pulled her feet over his shoulders and pounded her while she gave as good as she got. He played with her boobs and they kissed, oh did they kiss. My heart beat a lot faster than their thrusts. Cal shivered when I nibbled on her ear, but neither of us took our eyes off of Syl and Bryan. They fucked and fucked for I don’t know how long. It was so erotic to see someone fucking right in front of me while I was holding a lovely lady. Syl began a series of low, slow moans in time with Bryan’s thrusts. Slowly, the moans grew louder and more rapid as their trusts did likewise. A particularly loud moan turned into a squeaking stutter as we saw Syl stiffen up, shudder a few times, then issue a long slow moan. Bryan kept up exactly what he was doing until Syl was finished moaning, then he began thrusting massively and within two or three dozen thrusts, he groaned loudly and stiffened. He kept thrusting wildly until his obviously no longer stiff prick slipped out after one of his thrusts. They slowly maneuvered into a spoon position, fondling. After a few moments, Syl opened her eyes, her smile turned from satisfied to sexy and she softly said: “Your turn Cal.” I leaned down and kissed Cal on the forehead. I asked: “You want your massage now?” She squeezed my cock strongly and answered: “No, damn it. I want to fuck you right now. No time for teasing.” I kissed her lips lightly and put my other hand on her boob. “No!” She exclaimed. She hugged me tightly. “I’m hotter than I’ve been in years.” She pulled my cock in her direction. “Those two were so damned hot. I need this in me now.” So who am I to argue? I kissed her, and feeling her tongue invade my lips, I responded, sharing the most erotic kiss I could remember. My cock probed, looking for its opening, but she cut that short by pulling it to her pussy and maneuvering it into her. I shoved it to her and she rewarded that with a huge moan. “Damn, this feels good. My first cock since Dave got sick. Oh my. Sock it to me, lover.” So I did. We fucked like minks for quite a few minutes. Trying not to cum too soon, I even resorted to doing my sevens times table, but it wasn’t working very well. I was too aroused. Fortunately, Cal began screaming at seven times eight, and I had something more important than seven times nine. She was shuddering and so was I. I felt that familiar tension grow. I began to throw in a lot of sideways action and she went over the edge, nearly screaming. Her vaginal contractions got the best of me and I felt that humongous release and burning sensation as I pumped everything I had into her. I kept it up until, like Bryan, my diminishing cock slipped from her lovely sheathe. We slipped into a spoon too, all looking at each other, all so incredibly satisfied. For quite some time. Finally, Syl spoke. “You didn’t get your back rub.” Cal snuggled into me. “I got something better.” She turned and kissed me. “Maybe a little later.” I kissed her back and told her, “Whenever you like, Cal. Whenever you like.” We snuggled and fondled some more, enjoying the closeness tremendously. Talking from time to time. Syl mentioned, “I’ve never seen anyone making love before.” The rest of us all said the same thing. “It was kind of exciting.” Cal answered: “Tell me about it. You two had me so damned hot, I couldn’t stand it.” Bryan smiled: “Well you two were no slouches either.” Cal spoke after a long pause: “Do you think we’ll do this again?” Bryan laughed. “Not until I have time to recover. Give me at least twenty minutes.” We slowly climbed out of the messy bed. “Oh shit.” Exclaimed Cal. “I forgot about this part.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “It’s been over four years since I’ve had cum dribbling down my leg.” She laughed. I asked, smiling, “Would you like me to clean you up?” She winked then headed for the bathroom. “Oh, not right now. Maybe next time." Cal got her back rub later that evening and she did let me clean her up. She got lots more back rubs and a lot of other things over then next two years before we got married. On subsequent sessions, we got more and more frisky and it was, I believe, our fourth session between the four of us when we swapped partners for a full fuck. One night at a party, we had been drinking too much and Syl spilled the beans about what we had been doing to one of her girlfriends who happened to be an FMC member. You know, Judy, Judy and Ben. She brought us into the club, and it’s been fun fun fun ever since. All this talk about how we started swinging has my juices flowing, Barb. Cal and Rusty headed to the bedroom about five minutes ago. How would you like a back rub? And…?
  13. Response to Newpants Before I start, I have to say that the members of this board are wonderful. You show character and intelligence. I think very highly of those I've read on the forums. I can't say things were better long ago, they were just different. Our group began with military airmen - and women - and expanded to the airlines and beyond, so there was an affinity that is hard to find in today's world. Our major rule was exclusivity. If members were to be promiscuous with outsiders, they tended to bring things back we didn't want. There were plenty of people in the club to play with so that wasn't really restrictive. What that exclusivity bought was the ability to freely share with others, typically bareback. When people started lying, VD would break out. A case or two of gonorrhea or syphilis was quickly cured, but with the advent of AIDS, exclusivity, testing, and quarantine became extremely important. Another difference from what I see on this board is we weren't so picky. The need for lots of chemistry was rarely a stumbling block since we were there for fun, not lasting relationships. Ironically, not requiring emotional chemistry opened the doors to long lasting friendships in and out of bed. By the way, jerks were quickly blackballed, so the group was kept very pleasant. Nobody wants to bed someone they can't stand, but club members were really quite personable. It wasn't hard to get to like most members. We rarely insisted on a couple all four could agree upon, but evidently that happened more frequently in our group than what I read about here. We each went roaming and found individuals we clicked with. We played lots of mixing games to get to know lots of people. Most of us were free to make individual connections with fellow members, especially when traveling. A lot of members were in professions that required extensive travel, so this worked out nicely. We let our spouses know, of course. When Barb was away, I'd often get a call from friends to come over for some play time. Likewise when the roles were reversed. We trusted each other, and sex was for fun, not the result of elaborate searches. We didn't attend swing clubs. We usually held parties by invitation at homes or rented venues, or met in pairs, thresomes, foursomes, and moresomes. Another difference was that single guys were treated as treasures. Guys tended to be much more limited in the number of contacts per night than the gals. The single guys came in quite handy. Since the women really ran things, we could always count on 20% or more single guys. When VD infiltrated a few times everyone began to pull back, sticking to old friends. When the new people became more selfish and pushy, it ruined the atmosphere. The wave of what we called hippies ruined things in the late sixties, early seventies. They had little self-control or respect for others. When mutual respect went, the club collapsed.
  14. My first wife and I belonged to such a society that had been active since the beginning of WW II. It worked very well for almost fifty years. See some of our newsletter stories on the story board. You are right. It wouldn't work today. The group fell apart when newer members couldn't be bothered to respect the rules. What some would call unreasonable restrictions made it possible to feel quite free within the group. Mutual trust worked well for many years. Attitudes have changed so much over the years that Barb and I probably wouldn't fit into today's swinging.
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