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Ok. So I'm pretty vanilla. My husband has brought up the LS. I've been reading this forum in hopes of gaining insight and understanding.

 

My thought at the moment is how will our bedroom life be after the big step into the Lifestyle?

 

I've read that many of you are with your "playmates" on a few occasions. I fear that once we step into the lifestyle that our personal bedroom life will feel like it's lacking and we may never be able to completely satisfy each other alone.

 

I know we are not ready to begin the lifestyle. I know I need to work on being more sexually open. I don't masturbate, I don't watch porn. I was raised with no discussion of sex. Anything sexual or provocative was viewed as negative and dirty. Honestly I haven't allowed myself to enjoy oral sex (giving or receiving) until recently.

 

My husband has been patient and wonderful in our nine years of marriage. I'd like to eventually be comfortable enough with sex in general to perhaps venture into his fantasy.

 

I have a long way to go, but I'm working on it. That's the first step, right?

 

He'd like to bring me to a strip club (he goes with some friends and I sometimes get insecure about him bring there).

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Welcome to the board, I hope you find the information you're looking for.

 

You didn't mention how long you two have been married, and that's not really a big determinant. It generally works out to be a good rule of thumb that a couple needs time to learn each other deeply before they are ready for swinging.

 

Remember that "honeymoon feeling"? Do both of you want it back? When you get it back and can communicate well with each other, THEN swinging CAN help enhance that feeling and help keep it around for as long as you want it. If you feel swinging is not right for you, there are other ways that can help. Either way, it requires determination and effort.

 

Good luck with your new adventure

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The best part of swinging for us was after we'd swapped with another couple and were back together to sleep (one of our few rules).

 

We always made love, no matter how strenuous playtime had been. Fucking is wonderful, especially with someone new, but it will never be able to hold a candle to the wonderful feeling of expressing how you feel to the one you love.

 

It ended the evening underlining just how wonderful our marriage was. Yes, our sex life was much better after we started swinging.

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Another thought: On Communication.

 

Make a promise/agreement with your husband that neither of you will ever become angry because a question is asked and that y'all always talk out any issue, even if it takes years. (You'll find it won't take long at all.)

 

That's what started communication between Mrs. Alura and myself and kept it going for almost thirty years.

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First of all, it is good that you are taking careful steps into this and allowing yourselves multiple point where you can decide.

 

Second, I know many people who speak of this strange and surprising discovery that directly after a playdate they fall on each other and make wild, passionate love. Happened, in fact, to us even on the occasion of our very first swing experience.

 

Footnote: Porn is not a necessary step to understanding your sexuality. I teaches the wrong things and is just too far apart from what people really do for recreational sex.

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The people responding to you above all have great input. I'm seeing something different in your posts; reading between the lines is easy to do sometimes :) (even if wildly inaccurate!) So, maybe I'm reading into your post too much (please post more and tell me how wrong I am! :lol:), but here goes...

 

Ok. So I'm pretty vanilla. My husband has brought up the LS. I've been reading this forum in hopes of gaining insight and understanding.

-my thought at the moment is how will our bedroom life be after the big step into the LS.?

 

I've read that many of you are with your "playmates" on a few occasions. I fear that once we step into the lifestyle that our personal bedroom life will feel like it's lacking and we may never be able to completely satisfy each other alone.

 

The posters above refer to the post-swinging making love with your spouse. They're absolutely correct. Especially among new swingers, the post swinging encounter love making is usually very intense. Swinging sex can't really hold a candle to it. Not that swinging sex isn't great. It is! But, making love with your spouse is so much deeper and more intense of a feeling.

 

But, reading between the lines what I'm thinking you are asking is whether your sex life with your spouse will be permanently affected to the negative? This is an understandable feeling. It's the bridge that once crossed can't be uncrossed sort of feeling?

 

My wife and I discussed this several times, and at length, long before our first swing encounter. It was a concern we had; what happens if we discover this negatively affects us? Our ultimate answer to that was that first and foremost, there wasn't anything we felt our mutual love for each other could not master if given the opportunity, and that we were open and honest with each other. Second (and somewhat to the first) there's a zillion facets to a marriage. Sex is just one of those facets. An important one, to be sure, but just one facet. If our sex lives were negatively affected by the experience, we could master that and eventually get past it knowing the strength of the rest of our marriage. If one of us became sexually incapacitated due to an accident, would we be any less married? No, of course not, so if something went negative in our sex lives we could master that too. Third, if there was something wonderful about the sex that we had with other people, bring it back home! There's no such thing as a perfect lover. There's always room for improvement, so consider it a great learning opportunity. "He made you feel that way? How? Ok, cool, I can do that...", "She did that to you? You really liked it? I never thought to try that, ok I'll try it!". Fourth, we realized we were limiting ourselves by the fear of the unknown. We were guessing there might be a possibility that it could negatively affect our sex lives. I.e., we were holding ourselves back by fearing something we had no real reason to believe was an actual threat. That's what we call irrational fear.

 

-I know we are not ready to begin the lifestyle.

 

Good to hear! I mean that sincerely; knowing where you are and understanding you are NOT ready is every bit as important as knowing when you are ready.

 

I know I need to work on being more sexually open. I don't masturbate, I dont watch porn. I was raised with no discussion of sex. Anything sexual or provaictive was viewed as negative and dirty. Honestly I haven't allowed myself to enjoy oral sex (giving or receiving) until recently.

 

It's sad; there are so many people raised with very negative views of sex. It's dirty, it's sinful if done with lust, it's sinful if you're doing it without being married to the person, it's sinful if you're not doing it with kids in mind, it's sinful, sinful, sinful. Bad bad bad. For some of us, it gets drilled into our heads. I don't think any parents set out to brainwash their kids. It's just they carry unhealthy views of sex, and carry that on to the next generation without even realizing it because they don't know any better. No parent is perfect.

 

Sidebar; Did you know that ~100 years ago, some women were encouraged to deny sex to their husbands after they'd had kids?

 

Anyway, there's never just one way of looking at things. Your parents, for their own parts, are 'right' in so far as their views of sex pertain to themselves. You carry no requirement to do as they want you to do. It's your own life. Make your own decisions, consider other views, learn about those views (as you are doing here).

 

There are other ways of viewing sex. There's other ways of viewing monogamy. Our culture preaches one man, one woman. But, our culture is just one of many that have existed throughout time. Some have women marrying multiple men. Some (more common) have men marrying multiple women. Are those societies wrong just because they are different than ours? If so, they could equally say we are 'wrong'. So who is right? What is right? That's for you to decide.

 

To live by rules that society sets out for you is to live by someone else's idea of how your life is supposed to be lived. Is it your own life or not?

 

You are on the beginnings of a path to a better understanding of your own sense of sexuality, your own self actualization of your sexual being. That doesn't NEED to involve people other than your husband. It could, but that's a ways off yet if you do go that route.

 

I'll voice a strong note of approval for the poster above who commented about porn not being a good source of education on the subject. Absolutely accurate. Porn is entertainment. You wouldn't take driving tips from the show "COPS", and you shouldn't take sex tips from porn. If you don't want to watch porn, then don't. There's no requirement that you do so, and certainly it doesn't have to be present in your life to be sexually self actualized.

 

My husband has been patient and wonderful in our nine years of marriage. I'd like to eventually be comfortable enough with sex in general to perhaps venture into his fantasy.

 

Ok, reading between the lines again... "His fantasy"? If I'm taking this right, he's brought up a fantasy of some kind involving swinging sex with you and him? Perhaps you and he plus another woman or you and he plus another man? Another couple?

 

It is very, very important to understand a crucial point here with regards to swinging. (If I'm reading this right) Your husband discussing his fantasies is fantastic. It might be difficult for you to verbalize your own fantasies, but hopefully you can too. Now, if swinging is something you eventually do because you are primarily trying to fulfill HIS fantasy, you'd be swinging for absolutely the wrong reasons.

 

If you ever do swing, it should be because you BOTH want to, that it is something you both share as something you want to do. If either of you is doing it for the other, it can and will turn into a major problem.

 

It is WONDERFUL your husband has been so patient. That is fantastic, and irreplaceable. You should never feel pressured into doing anything sexual, and certainly that applies with swinging too.

 

I have a long way to go, but I'm working on it. That's the first step,right?

 

Time, patience, discussion, more time, more patience, more discussion. I've known of some couples here on the forum that took more than ten years from first mention of the lifestyle to barely dipping their feet in the pool. No pace is too slow, no pace is too fast. What works for both of you is what is perfect. There's a saying around here that a couple approaching swinging should move at the pace of the slower of the couple. It's good advice.

 

He'd like to bring me to a strip club (he goes with some friends and I sometimes get insecure about him bring there).

 

A strip club carries some of the limitations that porn does. The women there, just like the actors and actresses in porn, are being paid to do what they do. It's not 'real'. I've been to strip clubs on a number of occasions, and seen many women pole dance in such places. Yet, every one of them was put to shame by a fairly average looking woman whom I had the pleasure of watching in a swing club. She did a pole dance with a few people watching, and not because of money, but for the pure pleasure of doing so. It was very erotic, and very enjoyable to watch.

 

Please stick around, and ask lots of questions. We'll be happy to answer!

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Thank you all.

 

Bbarnsworth you are very insightful and feel you were able to know so much about me from my short post, thank you.

 

Primarily I was wondering how everyday sex with your spouse could possibly live up to and compete with the swinging encounters? From what I've read these "play dates" may only happen a few times a year.

 

There is so much for me to learn about myself and my own sexuality.

 

So much brainwashing to get past. It's very hard to think outside the sheltered box I was raised in. Baby steps ?

 

- thank you again

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Very_vanilla said:
Thank you all.

Bbarnsworth you are very insightful and feel you were able to know so much about me from my short post, thank you.

Primarily I was wondering how everyday sex with your spouse could possibly live up to and compete with the swinging encounters?

 

You've tied the above with the below before and in this post, and I'm wondering what your thoughts are here? Are you concerned that if you swing, and either/both of you really enjoy it, that you won't play enough? Or, that sex with your spouse will be less exciting, and the play dates won't come soon enough? Not sure I'm understanding.

 

From everything I've read here, along with my own anecdotal experience and that of my wife's, your in-marriage sex life is usually improved, and rarely, if ever negatively affected. This presumes you get into swinging for the right reasons, not typical wrong ones (such as trying to fulfill a spouse's fantasy).

 

Very_vanilla said:
From what I've read these "play dates" may only happen a few times a year.

 

"Play dates" happen more or less as often as you want them to. There was a poll about that here sometime back, about how often people play. Ah, here it is! "How Much Time Elapsed between when you began discussing swinging and did it."

 

Very_vanilla said:

There is so much for me to learn about myself and my own sexuality.

So much brainwashing to get past. It's very hard to think outside the sheltered box I was raised in. Baby steps ?

- thank you again

 

Take as many baby steps as you'd like. You're embarking on a very interesting road! The mutual exploration of you and your spouse should be very exciting! You have much to look forward to in this new world you're entering (and this to say nothing of getting into swinging, if ever, down the road).

 

Even if you're not swinging, you're very welcome here. Please stick around and ask as many questions as you'd like. We're a helpful bunch here :)

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Thank you again.

 

To be more specific, I do fear that once the first swing encounter happens that my husband may no longer find our one on one everyday sex exciting or interesting anymore.

 

I am fully aware that I need to have this discussion with him, I was just curious if others found this to be the case or not.

 

From what it sounds like though is that perhaps my fear is not the normal reaction.

 

Thanks

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I see you have a healthy curiosity and you're a good communicator - they will serve you well in your new adventures.

 

When my wife and I were first contemplating the possibility of swinging, we were unsure about how close to normal swingers could possibly be. We were concerned we would run into too many sex perverts and destroy all the goodness we had built into our relationship. Our fears were quickly squelched when we met face to face with several couples (experienced swingers near our age). After a few phone conversations and email streams, we found a beginner friendly, private house party and had an exciting time just talking and observing. Lots of stomach butterflies, and a quick understanding of how "normal" and respectful swingers can be.

 

I'm not saying this idea would work for everyone, but it worked very well for us. There is lots of good information in the old threads on this board.

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The book "Divine Sex" by Philo Thelos helped us get over the way we were brought up to view sex. It helped us to understand why we had difficulty matching what we read in the Bible and what we were taught for one thing. We came away with a better understanding that we should be pleasing each other sexually at the very least.

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First off, welcome to the Board!! We are glad you are here and I can already tell that you will have many good contributions to make to the discussions should you decide to stick around and become an active poster, which I hope you will.

 

All of the replies so far have been good ones, and our experience has been consistent with what you have already heard. The sex couples have together after a swinging experience is usually very intense, and at least speaking for myself (the he), I can think of several times in particular that the sex we had together was just totally off the scale, the kind of thing you will remember until the day you die :) There have been other times too that didn't have anything to do with swinging whatsoever, and those are just as memorable too, but the point I am making is one doesn't preclude the other. Great swinging sex with a playmate and/or great post-swinging sex doesn't mean you will never have great sex together again outside of the swinging realm.

 

Is post swinging sex always off the charts good? No, it's not. But is it always good, certainly yes :) It's really no different than just your regular sex life - sometimes it's better than others, and there are a lot of factors that go into that, many outside of your control or even that you don't consciously realize, and it simply can't be orchestrated. You just can't bring that level of intensity and emotion to the party by telling yourself you are going to bring it, you have to FEEL it, and so strongly that it sweeps everything else aside.

 

What you may find interesting is those times I mentioned that will be forever burned in my memory is that only one of those followed a full swap experience with another couple, the others actually didn't involve anything beyond soft swinging, and hardly even that by some people's definition of those words since it just involved some dirty dancing and touchy-feely with multiple partners throughout the night on the dance floor at a club.

 

Look at it this way - say it's your birthday, and you husband goes above and beyond try to make it the best one ever for you, and the night ends with some great sex. You aren't going to wait until your next birthday to have sex again though just to try to duplicate what happened the last birthday, in that year nature will have taken it's course in a good relationship and there will be other nights when everything aligned and you had great sex too. Swinging is the same way.

 

It sounds like you are approaching this exactly the correct way, so no matter how it turns out, it very likely will be what was the best for you, and that's what it is all about.

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Hi, I don't know what part of California you live in. We are primarily in Northern Ca these days but also visit Southern CA frequently. We are fortunate in California to have several nude beaches and clothing optional resorts. I know that you had a very conservative upbringing as I did growing up. Before even considering swinging I think you need to get comfortable with your own sexuality. If you can't get comfortable being naked in a controlled casual environment, like the beach or a nudist resort, getting into swinging would be nearly impossible. You can always start with just being topless even in your own backyard if you have the privacy. There are plenty of places to just go and observe, Freedom Acres in So Cal or Twist in San Francisco just to name a few. Baby steps as you are doing is the right way to go. If your marriage is on solid ground, your sex in the bedroom will get super charged, good luck.

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The hottest, most erotic sexual experience between Mrs. and I (and there is no close second) was when I came back from a weekend trip and she had been to a party and slept with the host. We hadn't started swinging yet, but had I been able to make the party I would have been doing his wife.

 

That was almost four months ago to the day. We have incredible sex after a swinging encounter. It's hot watching your partner with someone else. You can talk about it for days and days afterwards getting all worked up again.

 

We've had great sex partners... many so good we meet them again (and again), but nothing compares to the sex you have with the person you love.

 

When we do separate room the sex is fueled less by the event and more by the desire to reconnect. But it's intense nonetheless.

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Our sex lives after swinging did change somewhat.

 

We had a great sex life before swinging. We both hoped that we would have some good sex during swinging maybe even great. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't.

 

But our sex life together got even better, something neither of us expected. It was not so much that sex itself change, though we both learned a couple of new things. ;) It was more the intensity of knowing what we had just experienced and the fact that we were at a whole new level of trust and closeness between us. I guess it is that there is a theoretical level of trust that all of a sudden is real because of what we experienced together. Or maybe it is that you have done something to the extreme that makes your spouse happy. I have heard vanilla's say a thousand times "I will do anything to make my spouse happy." But would they do this? I am betting 995 out of 1000 would say hell no.

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To be more specific, I do fear that once the first swing encounter happens that my husband may no longer find our one on one everyday sex exciting or interesting anymore.

 

We've been swinging for about two years. We usually play about once or twice a month. It is very fun and exciting. But, the sex between us is amazing, the best, really and truly. We were each others first and only partners before swinging. We've learned a lot of new things and it has made our everyday sex better. We are very open and do sometimes talk about our playmates in bed and we like that.

 

It's good that you are taking things slow and talking everything through. You need to be confident in yourself and your relationship before you play with anyone else. Don't worry about what a normal reaction is, just talk about what you're feeling.

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Like others have mentioned, sex for us after starting swinging got better.

 

We get such a charge and more enhanced viewpoint from swinging that when we come back home we usually have our best sessions the night of or the day after the swinging.

 

Didnt expect that to be the case either, but it worked out that way.

 

Some of the things that lead to that were the boosted communications, the reliving of the fantasies with others, and the different viewpoints we have now after being with others. For us, being with others gives us a different view on each other. Allows us to see each other in a slightly different light and try some slightly different things from time to time.

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      She got up, moved toward Fred, reached over him, and pulled the lever, which made his seat go into a fully reclined position. He just smiled; he knew what was coming next. She straddled him and unbuttoned her blouse. He took advantage of the access to her breast and pulled her bra down past her nipples, leaned forward, and began sucking. She was grinding up against him. She was teasing him before she positioned him beneath her and slowly guided his cock into her. She pushed him back with force and mounted him forcefully. She raised and lowered herself on him slowly at first. She knew he wanted it harder, but after what he did, she wanted to tease him. She couldn't take it anymore, and she wanted his cum deep inside her. Enjoying his cock harder and harder, he raised his hips to meet her, each time getting deeper. That was their goal, him as deep inside of her as he could.

      After riding him for a bit, she reached behind her to grab his balls, trying to massage the cum out of him. Looking at him, telling him how much she wanted his cum. Now slamming his cock deep inside her, she unleashed a huge orgasm; he could feel her tense up and squeeze his cock inside her, still pumping, milking him as he exploded. She now smirked as she was proud of what she had just accomplished. Leaned over and said in a low sexy voice, "Oh, you wait. That was just the warm-up round."

      The drive home had been extremely thrilling. Fred and Lorrie exchanged glances, smiling, laughing, and giggling the whole time. They spoke about how long it had been, talking about the sizzling plans they had made online, chatting almost every day for nearly five months. Both of them were still thinking about what happened as they had left the airport.
      Finally, after his arrival, at a rest stop shortly after leaving the airport, they were unable to restrain their eagerness to fulfill their desires. Now what?

      They decided to head to Lorrie's house before going out to find some of Fred's old friends. The night was still early, and Fred could use a bed to lie on.

      At Lorrie's house, which was small but charming, they entered. Again, both were nervous. Was this really happening? It was like a fantasy still, like one they had dreamed up while talking long distance, like one each of them had imagined in their head. Still, although nervous, each of them still wanted each other intensely, especially after satisfying their hunger for each other earlier.

      "You must be tired," Lorrie said. "No, not that tired, just wanna lay down for a little bit before we go out. Is that ok?" Fred responded.

      "Of course," Lorrie agreed, "You want the couch or my bed?"

      "Bed. Just don't let me fall asleep," Fred said, "or I'll never get back up."

      Lorrie grinned, "that shouldn't be a problem."

      She led Fred upstairs to her bedroom. Fred removed his shoes, laid back, and pretended to get comfy. Lorrie was onto his game; he had no intentions of resting. She knew this but played along.

      "Do you mind if I lie next to you?" Fred asked.

      "No, not at all," Lorrie replied.

      Lorrie followed suit, slipped off her shoes, and lay down next to Fred. Fred on his side facing Lorrie, Lorrie on her back, with a pillow propping up her head. She turned on the television just so he would think she wasn't onto his game.

      He lay there, laughing to himself; she really thinks we're just gonna lie here like this? Again with the tempting me. She's gonna get it.

      Fred looked at Lorrie, her long legs leading up to that short blue skirt, up to the pink lace peeking out of the white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Although all that was nice, he continued up to her eyes, which were peering forward toward the television. Really, is she really watching television right now? She's not gonna be in a minute.

      He leaned toward her, lessening the distance on the bed between them. Slowly he raised his hand to touch her thigh. First, on top, slowly caressing it. He looked toward her face again, no response.

      Lorrie was holding in a smile with all her might, her heart racing. He sensed she was playing now; game on.

      He continued caressing up and down her thigh, and slowly, he glided his hand to the inside of her thigh. Using long slow strokes now, he rubbed a bit harder toward her, higher and higher.

      Lorrie is now grinning, trying not to, of course, but unable to deny it.

      That was all he needed to progress completely. He had not forgotten that she was not wearing any panties under her loose skirt. All too tempting. He rose his body up to his knees, pulled her to the center of the bed, and put his knees between her legs, her head still propped on pillows. Still, only giggling on Lorrie's part, she wasn't helping. He grabbed Lorrie's legs and pulled her down with force, so she was now lying flat on the bed, skirt pulled up by his actions, with her legs parted.

      Fred was gonna have to punish her for this little display, the stoic looks, the not helping him in any way. Oh, she's gonna pay.

      He leaned forward, planted a kiss on the inside of Lorrie's upper thigh, and looked up at her. Lorrie wasn't giving in just yet. He thought to himself, oh really, now I am gonna torture her. He continued kissing, licking, sucking on the inside of Lorrie's thighs higher, but not high enough. Lorrie was squirming. Her mind thought he's killing me, son of bitch.

      Lorrie surrendered, reached down, and pushed Fred further up, presenting her pussy to him. He parted her with his tongue just so she knew he meant business, but he wasn't giving in just yet. Still, Lorrie holding his head, he resisted. Instead, he penetrated her with one finger very slowly, then two slowly. Lorrie was writhing now, frustration and anticipation rising. He sensed this and began to quicken his pace inside her. Penetrating quicker and deeper each time. Finally, allowing his tongue to explore her fully. Lorrie moaned, her breath deepening. Again, with his fingers still keeping pace, his tongue explores, slowly, then eagerly, circling her clit until she finally begs, "Come on." He giggles, then concentrates his tongue on her clit. That's what she wanted. Still fucking her intensely with his fingers, sucking and licking, Lorrie begins to moan louder and louder, writhing and squirming to meet his fingers. Cum, baby cum. Fred eagerly anticipated her juices to flow. Her moans now turn into shallow screams of pleasure. Oh, yeah, she's cumming now. Hmmmm. He leans back, laughing an evil laugh. I've got her now. Or so he thought.

      Lorrie's turn, she thought, Fred's fingers still inside her. She interrupts him, leans forward, and pulls him up to meet her. Forcefully she pulls his shirt over his head. Fred is now back on his knees; she concentrates on unbuttoning her own shirt, down past her little pink bra, completely. He watches. She unhooks the bra, which has a front clasp, and pulls it completely aside, revealing her breast for him. He leans in. She restrains him, pushes him back onto his knees, and leans forward.

      Nearly at eye level with the bulge now presenting itself in his pants, she unbuttons, then unzips his pants. Slowly, she pulls them down, along with his boxers. Now she means business. Now fully exposed, she leans in; he can feel her hot breath on him. She gently runs her fingers up and down his cock, lips almost touching. Fred watched this, almost trembling. She licks his shaft in one long stroke. Now, Fred can't take anymore, "Come on." Boy, isn't that familiar, she grins. Now she licks the head of his cock, swirling her tongue until she slowly greedily devours him. She sucks him lightly, then harder as she strokes him both with hands and mouth. He tastes good. Hmmm.

      Fred just can't take anymore; he's on the verge of cumming, when he pulls out of Lorrie's mouth and pushes her back onto the bed. He needs to cool down a bit.

      Now, back to those tits. Fred now zealously licks, then sucks, then gently nibbles on Lorrie's erect nipples while fucking her with his fingers again, jabbing inside her deeply. Again, she meets him with her hips to get him deeper. Oh, I can't wait til he fucks me again.

      He again leans back. Lorrie can see how hard he is. Now she can't wait till he enters her and fucks her like she's wanted him to. He slowly rubs her clit and pussy with the head of his cock. She's burning for him now. He slowly pushes into her. Her pussy is wet, hot, and tight; he enjoys this bit of resistance. He enters further, deeper; she is moaning, stretching her legs to allow him deeper penetration. He gladly allows her pussy to engulf him. He begins to fuck her, pumping, her hot juices glazing his cock with every thrust. Pulling out and stabbing her pussy. Feeling the head of his cock repeatedly entering her is making Lorrie increasingly excited. She loves her pussy pounded. Almost as if he sensed this, he began driving into her, drilling her, making her scream with pleasure till he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock.

      He continues till he almost erupts inside her. How dare she? Oh, not yet. You are not finished yet; neither am I.

      He pulls out. "Turn around." Lorrie obeys, smiling. With her ass presenting in front of him, he couldn't resist one good spank. "You deserved that." She laughs. He puts his arm around Lorrie's stomach. She's not going anywhere. She is ready for this; she has thought about this position many times. It is her favorite, after all. Still, with his arm holding her in place, he takes his other hand to guide his cock into her. Once in, he thrusts hard while pulling her onto him. Very deep. Lorrie moans loudly. He continues fucking her intensely. Lorrie meeting his every blow. Fucking harder and harder. Pounding her pussy. He hesitates for a moment, and he realizes Lorrie is still feverishly fucking his cock. He eagerly meets her blows. She is moaning, taking his cock as deep as she can take it. Feeling his swelling cock drilling her repeatedly, she feels her pussy tightening on him, milking. Feeling his stiff cock inside her makes her dripping wet. She's cumming. He knows it. As she screams, he releases his load into her eager pussy, both their juices now dripping from her freshly fucked pussy; they lay exhausted.

      After a much-needed nap, Lorrie arose to realize it was getting pretty late in the evening, and if they were going to get out and catch up with some friends, they'd better get going. Fred, asleep in the spooning Lorrie, was easy to wake by wiggling her hips and grinding her ass up against Fred. That woke him up. Although he would've liked to stay in bed with Lorrie, she insisted that they go out. After all, Fred hadn't seen his friends in months, since last summer, in fact. It would be hardly fair if she kept him all to herself. Besides, she would have more time with him. He is going to be in town for two weeks, and other than an occasional email, he hardly ever hears from them, not like the endless chatting they do daily online.

      Each showered and dressed, very casual, like all the bars in this town are, but of course, Lorrie had to sex it up a bit for Fred. She wore a baby blue blouse that clung to her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, a tight, short, jean skirt that revealed her long smooth legs down to her high heel summer sandals to show her pink painted toenails. Definitely on the hot side of casual. Fred wore his khaki shorts and a tee, not original, but still sexy to Lorrie. She was just happy to be with him after all this time.

      She is so mean. Fred thought to himself, ..she knows that I am going to be distracted all night by her, thinking about getting inside her again.

      Lorrie knew what she was doing; that was her plan all along, torture.

      They drove to a local club where both had been many times. A lot of familiar faces in this place. Fred and Lorrie just looked at each other, having discussed what they were going to run into in this town. Not knowing what would happen exactly, they both decided they weren't going to say anything to anyone about this relationship. Really no one else's business, so nothing was good enough for them. Besides, the majority would twist anything to make it sound juicier anyhow. It does add to the mystery and excitement and always gives a giggle when you finally hear what the tale has ended up being told about you. If people only knew.

      Being the beginning of May, with the air starting to warm up, Lorrie decided to have a summer cocktail, Strawberry Daiquiri. Fred, well, you guys all know, beer. They sat at the bar and started downing their drinks.

      Of course, Fred hadn't been in town for quite a while, so any and all of his buddies whom he hadn't seen in a while were vying for his attention. So, Lorrie expecting this, allowed him to meander and visit with everyone. She also meandered and socialized herself; after all, being from this small town, some of his friends weren't all that unfamiliar to her. After a while, a few drinks, and a few more shots, they had lost all hopes of being inconspicuous. Lorrie was looking mighty hot and, of course, after alcohol, getting harder and harder to resist. Lorrie, too, was having a hard time keeping her attention away from Fred. They had waited so long for this, for each other. They had not even come close to satisfying their craving for each other. They slowly made their way back together, still talking with friends, but being so close to each other, they had to touch, at least. So, just a little bump here, a little rub up against there, a hand low on Lorrie's back, slipping lower….Well, you know what effect alcohol has. Why would you think anyone would notice? Play dumb.

      "Yeah, I think I left my purse in the car. I'll be back," Lorrie proclaims, hoping Fred gets the hint.

      "I need to get some air. It's gotten hot in here," as he follows closely behind Lorrie out the door.

      His friends just roll their eyes and make little gestures to each other. They're not buying it. Like they didn't notice Fred rubbing Lorrie's ass.

      Once outside, Lorrie turns around, "Real smooth. I'm sure that they didn't notice a thing."

      "I don't care. Let's go," Fred said.

      He was right; why bother staying? The touching and rubbing were just going to escalate into something that was better off done behind closed doors or at least away from prying eyes.

      "I still want more of my daiquiris. Strawberries are my favorite," Lorrie said.

      So, of course, they stopped at the store on the way, picked up daiquiri mix, rum, ice, and of course…beer.

      Heading for home now, with Fred's hands gliding further and further up Lorrie's skirt.

      "We are almost there. Stop! I am trying to drive. Do you want me to crash when we are right down the street?" Both were laughing.

      They pull into the driveway. Lorrie, of course, her torturing temptress self, "I've got to make a drink!"

      Fred rolls his eyes. Come on!

      Lorrie heads into the kitchen, pulls out the blender, and starts mixing. Fred puts his beer in the fridge. Cracks one open. "You have that hammock you told me about up yet?" he asked.

      Lorrie smiles, "Yes, of course, I have it up out there; it's nice out now." Like she doesn't know where this is going.

      "I want to see it," Fred said.

      "What, you don't believe me?" she asked, giggling. "Alright…. grab your drink, let's go."

      It's a clear night, with some moonlight, but still very dark in Lorrie's backyard. The only light is from the cars passing by the house, and they don't reach the part of the backyard where the hammock is. Very quiet, very private, very dark…how convenient.

      They make their way back, Lorrie holding onto Fred, walking in her heels on the lawn; she needs a little help. "Why do you want to see this hammock now?" Laughing.

      At this point, Fred does not even respond. "Take them off!" he ordered.

      "Everything?" she asked.

      "Yes, everything!" he exclaimed.

      Lorrie hands her drink to Fred, and obeys his orders, first the top, then the skirt, then the bra. "I am keeping my shoes on; we are outside, you know."

      "Sit."

      Lorrie again follows his command and props herself onto the hammock, still facing Fred. "Can I have my drink back now?"

      "No," he approaches Lorrie and stands between her legs.

      Fred pushes her onto her back. She just laughs; she knows what is going to happen. They talked about this hammock. She only thinks she knows.

      There she lay, naked and giggling, anticipating what he would do next.

      "You still want your drink?" Fred asks sarcastically.

      "Yes, I do!"

      "Alright." As Lorrie reaches for her glass, he pulls the drink away, "Put your hand down."

      "What?"

      "Put it down!" Fred ordered.

      She obeys, puzzled. What the hell is he doing?

      "Close your eyes," Fred said.

      "Why?" she asked.

      "Just DO it," said Fred.

      "Ok! They are closed!"

      He leans over her. Now she is just excited and a little nervous. Fred, still holding the drink, begins licking Lorrie, starting at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, and slowly teasing her nipples with his tongue. With the cool night air and his tongue on her, she gets goosebumps and shivers. Fred feels that.

      "Cold?"

      "No. I am not cold."

      "Are your eyes still closed?"

      "Yes." and they were; the anticipation of not knowing what he was going to do next was thrilling her.

      He continued teasing her nipples with his mouth, licking and nibbling, stopping briefly to drizzle a little bit of that daiquiri onto her nipples, one at a time, and eagerly licking it off. He continues from her nipples down to her belly button, where he licks another shot.

      "Keep going."

      Fred smiles; he knows where she wants him to go.

      "Hold this," he hands the drink to Lorrie, who, of course, has to take a sip.

      He just shakes his head. She leans down, grabs Lorrie's ankles, and positions her feet on the hammock, her legs completely spread. Now her pussy is totally exposed and presented in front of Fred. Unlike Lorrie, he doesn't care about getting dirty. He kneels before her.

      "Give me that drink back."

      Lorrie obliges. Why wouldn't she? She knows what is coming next and can't wait.

      "Don't use all of that," referring to her drink.

      "Didn't I tell you, no talking?"

      "No."

      "Well, NO talking."

      Lorrie laughs because she knows what buttons to push. She isn't really pissing him off. She is just frustrating him a bit, making him a little more aggressive.

      How can I reward her for this behavior? He thinks as he kneels before her, legs spread. She knows I can't stop now. The temptation is just too great.

      He takes the ice-cold drink and rubs it on her. She feels the cold moisture dripping down her and wiggles. He drizzles a little on her, which drips down her, mixing with her own liquor, which has begun to well up in anticipation. Fred leisurely begins to lap up the cocktail which he has created. His warm mouth and fervent tongue are breathtaking for Lorrie, she moans.

      "You want your drink back?"

      Lorrie can hardly speak, "No."

      He laughs and continues licking, sucking, and exploring her with his tongue. This daiquiri is good.

      Lorrie is thoroughly appreciating this; his hot mouth on her wet pussy is bringing her waves of ecstasy. Writhing and moaning, he slides his fingers into her. She has to have him now.

      Fingers still inside her, she sits up and puts her feet down. Forcing his fingers deeper. Still squirming, writhing on his hand.

      "Give me that drink. Stand up." She says with a moan.

      He rises.

      "Take them off." She says while unbuttoning then unzipping his shorts, tugging them down, along with his boxers. Exposing his swelling cock before her.

      She downs the rest of the drink and looks up at him. He meets her mouth, enjoying the sweet juices, kissing deeply while she kneads his balls and rod. She pulls away and looks down at his fully engorged shaft. Her mouth-watering, she draws him to her lips. Lightly she feathers him with her lips and tongue, up and down the entire length of him. He pulls her off of the hammock so she is standing bent over in front of him. His hands pull her hair back, and she begins devouring his cock. Swirling her tongue and jerking him with her hands and mouth. Eagerly she sucks, savoring his flavor. "Mmmmmm," she moans. She is zealously consuming him.

      He pulls her up and turns her around. She bends over, face down on the hammock. She feels him probing her tight pussy. Driving into her, stretching her narrow tunnel, which impatiently awaits his entry. She grinds back on him, forcing him into her. He grabs the hammock, grasping the ropes in his fingers, and begins plunging his cock into her, which sends Lorrie rocking onto his rod. She screams in pleasure, "Ooooh! Yeah! mmmm…” She is throbbing with delight, squeezing onto him. She can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of her; she is cumming, juices dripping.

      He pulls out and turns her around. She jumps up onto the hammock facing him. She pulls her feet up, legs bent apart, sitting up. He thrusts into her; she wraps her legs around him. He begins filling her pussy deeper and deeper, swinging her onto his cock, faster and faster. "ooh yeah, fuck me harder, Fred!" Watching him drive into her. She is gripping his cock hard now, pumping him with the tight walls of her engorged pussy. He can feel her cumming as he crams deep inside her. He can't contain his load any longer and bursts his shot into her.

      "I know we've been drinking, but I am definitely cocked now." she giggles.
    • By funstuff
      Hey guys,
       
      We're new to this whole swinging thing and haven't gotten started yet. The one thing that really bugs me is safety! Obviously condoms for intercourse are a given.
       
      I read an article the other day about how rampant mouth/throat cancer has become because of HPV transmitted through oral sex.
       
      Oral sex with condoms is just about worse than no oral sex at all!
       
      Don't know what to do... how do you all handle safety?!
       
      Thanks!
    • By JustAskJulie
      When you first brought up the idea of swinging to your partner, what objections (if any) did you have to overcome before they were willing to give it a try?
       
       
      - Worry about one or both of you falling in love with someone else?
      - Worry about potential jealousy?
      - Worry about family/friends finding out?
      - Worry about you thinking less of them for doing so?
      - Worry that swinging is morally wrong? Religious/ Moral Issues?
      - Worry that your desire for swinging means that they are not enough for you? That you don't love them anymore or will love them less?
       
      How did you handle these questions? What answers did you give? How did you overcome the objections?
    • By njbm
      Just wondering how many have quit swinging due to STD concerns?
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