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Ok...here is how the story goes:

 

My husband and I went out with this great couple. My husband and the other guy have been friends for years. During dinner we chatted it up and tried to decide after dinner plans. My husband (who is very outgoing) brought up going to a club. The other couple was all for it. I, not wanting to be the odd person out, said "Yeah, sure~~lets go". I thought that I would be able to do it and have a good time. So...we drive to this club. I talk to my husband the whole way, explaining my uncertainty. He encourages me and tries to ease my mind. We pull into the parking lot and I tell him that I just can't go in....I didn't feel right about it. I wanted to go....I really wanted to go....just when it came down to it...I couldn't go. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I felt like I ruined everyone's night.

 

Has anyone had a similar experience and finally went to a club and loved it? What are the clubs like? HELP!!

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GirlieZ, there's nothing 'wrong' with you. :) I think you felt pressured by the spur of the moment decision and you needed more time to get comfortable with the idea. It's understandable to get 'cold feet' when suddenly faced with the unknown. Happens all the time with us humans! :lol:

 

We've been to exactly one club (off-premise), so I'm hardly an expert in the subject. We did enjoy ourselves very much, and yes, we were pretty nervous at first. I'm sure some others can relate their experiences and if you do a search, you should find several threads on the subject.

 

Like any other nightclub or bar, there are probably wide variations in swingers clubs. However, most of the stories I've heard are good ones and it seems that the boundaries of newcomers are generally respected.

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We had something "kinda, sorta, roughly" similar happen not too long ago. We were at our usual club and there were some couples there that we have played with and enjoy. However, there was another couple there that we really didn't know, though they were close with the others...

 

As the night unfolded, it eventually was conspired that we would all go to the largest room in the club and pile up... fun, fun fun! Except that that wasn't quite how things worked out...

 

One of the couples we knew well bowed out because the numbers were just too much for them. And I assumed that Mrs Spoomonkey would want to back out as well (for different reasons - I thought she was looking for something else) she said "okay."

 

Unfortunately, Mrs Spoomonkey didn't quite understand the whole picture. She went to the restroom to "scope-up" (a must do for those of us who play in clubs!) and I stayed upstairs and chatted with the other couple... But then the couple we didn't know showed up. I knew that was going to happen - and thought that Mrs Spoo did too - but when she came back to the room and saw everyone in various stages of disrobe (I was still clothed because I wanted to wait for her) she froze like a car without oil...

 

She didn't know the couple, wasn't really attracted to the couple and wasn't expecting them to be there... So - as gracefully as we could - we bowed out... It was awkward and we decided to call it a night...

 

Mrs Spoomonkey felt exactly the way you did. She felt like she ruined my fun and probably hurt/insulted a couple that we like quite a bit...

 

But the truth is - you sometimes have to make big decisions in a very quick time. And if you don't keep and use your right to say "no" you will be in some miserable situations within this lifestyle. You did the right thing... No - maybe it wasn't at the perfect time - but being able to say "no" now, in hopes of maybe being able to say "yes" later, can really save you and your husband from some misery down the road. Saying "no" is your right - always remember that :)

 

As for clubs - we were reluctant at first, but enjoy them now. Mrs Spoomonkey told me (she is busy doing useful stuff) that for her a club is no different than any bar - except for the occasional nudity... I'm not sure I agree, but it is sooo much easier to play at clubs than on-line (IMHO). Then again, we played with couples before trying the club - and maybe that eased us into it...

 

It sounds like you just need more time to talk things out and get comfortable with the idea...

 

Oh - Mrs Spoomonkey is also telling me (I sound kinda schizo don't I? :rolleyes: ) that at any club, nothing is expected. You can go a few times just to watch people. No one is going to pressure you. As long as you and husband are on the same page, you can go at your pace and let things happen as you are comfortable with them.

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I was also VERY nervous going to our first club. If we didn't drive 150 miles and spend $80 on a motel room I probably would have chickened out at the door.

 

We had talked about trying the swing thing and we even had a few by chance encounters. I brought up the idea of going to a swingers club and she took it from there. I dint even know we were going to a club when I got a call at home confirming our RSVP.:lol:

 

When we got inside I almost felt like I was going to toss my cookies. But I had a few drinks and the people at the club REALLY went out of their way to make us feel at home.

 

I guess the best way I can put it is like this:

 

It is actually scarier standing outside the door of the club than it is to be inside of it.

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But the truth is - you sometimes have to make big decisions in a very quick time. And if you don't keep and use your right to say "no" you will be in some miserable situations within this lifestyle. You did the right thing... No - maybe it wasn't at the perfect time - but being able to say "no" now, in hopes of maybe being able to say "yes" later, can really save you and your husband from some misery down the road. Saying "no" is your right - always remember that :)

 

As for clubs - we were reluctant at first, but enjoy them now. Mrs Spoomonkey told me (she is busy doing useful stuff) that for her a club is no different than any bar - except for the occasional nudity... I'm not sure I agree, but it is sooo much easier to play at clubs than on-line (IMHO). Then again, we played with couples before trying the club - and maybe that eased us into it...

 

It sounds like you just need more time to talk things out and get comfortable with the idea...

 

My husband said that he could tell that I was getting more and more upset the closer we got to the club. He said that he could hear me breathing faster and faster and knew that I was in turmoil. I told him that I felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my chest. He was alright with it...and said that he is allowing me to "pave the way" .

 

We've made plans to go check out a club on our own....on a night when it won't be so busy. In the mean time we will keep talkin!:)

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I It is actually scarier standing outside the door of the club than it is to be inside of it.

 

I agree. I was so nervous our first time at a club but now I see I had nothing to worry about. I "overthunk" it and reality turned out to be nothing like the images I had conjured up in my mind.

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Has anyone had a similar experience and finally went to a club and loved it? What are the clubs like? HELP!!

 

I don't know if you'll find my first time experiences helpful at all but I'm more than happy to share. :)

 

I've had plenty of fright in my day...even going into a strip club for the first time :lol: I think we passed by the place around six times and left the front door twice. I felt terrible about being such a pain in the butt but was relieved to have a partner so considerate of my feelings. When we did finally go, it was almost as instantaneous as your decision not to!

 

It turned out alright after all. :) Bought ten laps much to Mike's annoyance. :fun:

 

The swing club wasn't as scary, but the thought of it sure was.

We went with another couple the very first time to an on-premise party in Texas and they pretty much held our hands for the most part. We didn't have sex with anyone just mingled and met people and conversed with them. I was really afraid of porn star type women "taking away my man".. :rofl:

 

Oh! The monsters I created in my head! This was so not the case. People looked like normal folks to my surprise! Lucky for us the hostess was very accommodating to newbies and this club wasn't as "clique-y" as many are. We really felt no pressure to go down the hall to the bedrooms although people all around us were. So I can honestly tell you it was a little like going to a party any of your friends might throw where a couple might go to a bedroom upstairs for a "quickie". The only thing that reminded us that we were at a "swingers" party was the number of women running around in lingerie after 11 and more men in robes than not. That took a little getting used to, but there were a few couples who remained "dressed" for the most part. I cannot say we loved it the first time around but we did enjoy the experience the second time already knowing just what to expect. By our fourth visit it felt more like a gathering amongst friends with new couples to meet.

 

We've visited many clubs on our travels and they have run the gamut from "hotel bar scenes" replete with access to hotel rooms upstairs, to house parties to true "pleasure palaces."

 

The club we have grown to love has been our own.

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Originally posted by Mr&Mrs-naughty

I was also VERY nervous going to our first club. If we didnt drive 150 miles and spend $80 on a motel room I probably would have chickened out at the door.

 

Our first went pretty much the same way. We thought it would be a great intro to things and since we were going with a group of people from here, we thought we'd be mroe comfortable. Well, we went in, and I still don't know if it was the music, the people or whatever, but we were just never able to loosen and ended up not going to another club for almost a year because we just didn't enjoy it.

 

Then pretty much the same group of people form here on the board met at another club and everything just "popped" for us. We now really enjoy our club nights there and even started going to a second club occassionally.

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The same thing happened to me.. before we ever even attempted going to a club actually. The club we were interested in was a private group and we had been talking to the hosts about trying to meet them or another couple from the club to act as our "sponsors" to the club. An opportunity came up where many of the couples were meeting out one night to shoot pool and they invited us to join them there. We made it to the bar parking lot and I did the same thing. I just couldn't go in. I freaked out and we went home. We did later finally meet another couple from that club for dinner and they did become our sponsors and when we went to the club we enjoyed ourselves greatly.

 

Since I've been single I've actually repeated the same thing with a club I had been to once. I'm still not sure how I convinced myself to go to the club alone the first time I went. But when I tried to go a second time I made the 45 minute drive to the club only to get there and chicken out.

 

Sometimes things just don't feel right for whatever reason, and if that's the case you shouldn't follow through (at least that's my opinion).

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Julie is right. First, last and always, follow your instincts. If something doesn't feel right, then walk away, and don't worry about upsetting anyone. If they really care about you, they will understand, especially when you are first starting out.

 

It takes time to get used to the idea of swinging, and there's nothing wrong with ramping up slowly until you get used to the environment. Remember, you don't HAVE to do anything if you don't want to.

 

-- Bear

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Instincts can be driven by fear of the unknown. A lot of times taking chances is all about going against your instincts.

 

If I always followed my instincts I wouldn't have had nearly the fun I have had in life so far. I am not saying to never listen to them but think about why you are having them before deciding whether to leap or not.

 

You only live once.:8-0::

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Some time ago YaWanna and I got invited to an on-premise club here, a rare thing! So we thought Hell Ya!! Gotta go there!!

 

Well! We walk into the place and it was set up with washrooms in the centre, bar on one side and orgy room on the other. So we stroll in, get the layout of the place and have a drink. Then we decide to check out the other side! In we go to the orgy room and we both stopped dead (I'm sure our mouths were wide open and our eyes popped out). We stood still for a few moments, looked around. Then we looked at each other and knew we were both thinking the same thing - Let's get out of here! lol What a surprise to us, we never expected that reaction.

 

We had one more drink and bolted from the place, never been back and it's closed now.

 

I think anytime you try something new there's a mix of excitment and fear. If you over think it beforehand that could doom your experience or as we found out, if you don't think about it you may get a surprise!

 

Now we know if it's something new, have no expectations. Go, check it out and leave. That way we can talk about it later and see what we liked or didn't like.

 

Have fun!!

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It seems everyone here has it happen on the way or at the door, we have both chickened out just making online reservations for a hotel in the same city. But we gonna do it soon, I can feel it!

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GirlieZ,

 

I can't judge you, but I if my wife had done the same thing, I would have been pissed. I'm assuming it was a typical couples club open to the public as opposed to a private houseparty/orgy.

 

When we first went to a couple's club, we were a little uneasy but common sense told us if we didn't like it, we could just leave. Trust me, I'd bet a million bucks that once you step through the door you'll be wondering why you were thinking such nutty thoughts. The most you'll likely see is a little topless dancing and some kissypoos, other than that, just people sitting at tables or the bar drinking and socializing.

 

You should apologize to your hubby for freaking out and offer to go again. If you start acting freaky on the way there, just get a grip on reality, tell yourself your a normal person and that if you don't like the place, you can leave. Trust me you Will NOT BE ATTACKED! It's not like your going bungee jumping!

 

For some reason, this reminds me of teaching my wife how to ride a motorcycle, I get her a Honda XR100, explain over and over the throttle, brakes and clutch. She knows how to drive a standard auto. Sure enough, she clutches the handgrips, inadvertently cracking the throttle open, releases the clutch and freezes, luckily the ground was wet, able to knock her off the bike before she crashed into the side of the house, left a big mark in the yard. Ughhhhh! Well she eventually learned how to ride.

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I... ummm... Respectfully disagree with this post...

 

Did your wife apologize for making her mistake on the motorcycle? God knows she should have... Right?

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flamethrow Okay - this is the first time I'm posting because someone made me mad, and I know that's never a good idea, but this is just heinous.

 

Mr. Man, it is GirlieZ's perfectly normal right to decide to change her mind if the situation bothered her. She doesn't have to apologize for her feelings or not wanting to be rushed into something. She has the right to move into swing clubs and/or the lifestyle at whatever speed she wants. She should NOT have to feel like she has to go in to appease someone else. This is HER choice and HER thoughts and she is absolutely not "wacky" for having them.

 

Maybe she will decide to go to a club and maybe she will look back one day and feel she had nothing to fear, but right then it didn't feel right and THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS!!!!

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First things first....I'm glad that you are not my husband.

 

I'm not going to deny that I felt horrible about allowing my husband and our friends to drive to the club. That is where my apologies end. My husband was very understanding, caring, nurturing and loving~~AND DISAPPOINTED~~but what makes him so outstanding is the fact that he was more concerned about my comfort level than his libido. He kissed me on the cheek and told me not to worry about it. He knows that it will happen in its own time.

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Your spur of the moment decision only works some of the time. As I have found out in my past experiences with women is this: Except for "love at first sight", everything takes time. If your man had just planted a seed of thought in your mind believe me that seed would have become a full blown tree with just a little time.

 

Chill out, relax, have a drink if need be, If he builds it, you will cum and cum.

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Wow, my husband taught me how to ride a motorcycle 10 years ago and I'm sure I made plenty of mistakes..... but he was very patient and encouraging and 10 years later we own a pair of bmw touring bikes and travel all over during the summer. Thank goodness he was patient with me or or we would not be riding together today.

 

Same can be said for going to a swing club for the first time....I was terrified and fortunately he was very patient during the long period of time it took me to become comfortable with the lifestyle. If he hadn't been we would not be doing this together today.

 

GirlieZ do what feels comfortable for you....as it feels comfortable for you and don't let anyone else make you feel like your feelings are invalid. If you cant get into this together and both be happy it's not worth doing!

 

My 2 angry cents!

Mrs DandS

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Originally posted by De and Ci

...Sure enough, she clutches the handgrips, inadvertently cracking the throttle open, releases the clutch and freezes, luckily the ground was wet, able to knock her off the bike before she crashed into the side of the house, left a big mark in the yard. Ughhhhh! Well she eventually learned how to ride.

I do hope you meant to express this in a better way than it is presented. Based on your analagoy, I feel fortunate to not be your life partner and being 'taught' to ride until I eventually got it. I'm just not the crash and burn type. :(

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As Mr Spoo expressed earlier about our similar experience, if she can't say "no" to going to the club how will she ever feel comfortable or safe once there to say "no" about participating in certain activities?

 

The lifestyle is all about giving your spouse/partner the freedom to say "no" even if it means you don't get to do something that you want to do. The Mr. and I have found that usually when we say "no" then the next time we are eager to jump into that very same thing. Sure it sometimes makes for a disappointing night, and opens lots of conversation over dinner out and a few beers, but it is worth it when we come out on the other side of a "no, not this time", stronger, happier and ready to 'play' again.

 

That's my two cents for what it's worth. I just know that we wouldn't be where we are in the lifestyle if we didn't always put each others feelings first instead of our own wants.

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Jeez! What a response.

 

GirlieZ, It has nothing to do at all with libido. It's the utterly irrational fear. If someone has moral issues with swing clubs excuse me-couple's clubs, I can understand-if you told your hubby "screw you-I'm not going you pervert" thats understandable. But to say you want to go, then start freaking out in the car-that would make me mad-maybe I'm wrong-but what's the worst that can happen??? Some slobbering swinger dude foaming at the mouth who says "Ahhh fresh meat just walked in-lets get her", then tell your hubby you want to get the hell out of there-I'm sure he'd comply. I'd bet at least half the patrons don't swing at all-they are there just for the sexy atmosphere. Come on, please go and tell us all about your experience-I'm sure it will be anti-climactic.

 

Regarding me espousa and the dirt bike, she wasn't wearing a helmet-my mistake but she said she didnt need it-was suppose to be to get feel of bike. If she crashed she could have busted her head open-the whole thing scared the shit out of me-wasn't funny at all. Yes, I got mad at her later (helmet issue)-but put her in open field next time and she caught on. She always (and I) wears a helmet now.

 

Yes, I sometimes have fears of stupid shit too, But I tell myself to get a grip and think logically. It's just a pet peeve of mine when someone says they are going to do something then starts going apeshit and "no I can't-oohh I'm scared". Bungee jumping, skydiving, clearing a double on mx track-that's one thing. But couples club, strip club, bridge club--come on!!

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and if she didn't know how to swim..would you throw her off the dock?

 

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Jeez! What a response.

 

. But to say you want to go, then start freaking out in the car-that would make me mad-maybe I'm wrong-but what's the worst that can happen??? Some slobbering swinger dude foaming at the mouth who says "Ahhh fresh meat just walked in-lets get her", then tell your hubby you want to get the hell out of there-I'm sure he'd comply. I'd bet at least half the patrons don't swing at all-they are there just for the sexy atmosphere. Come on, please go and tell us all about your experience-I'm sure it will be anti-climactic.

 

Regarding me espousa and the dirt bike, she wasn't wearing a helmet-my mistake but she said she didn't need it-was suppose to be to get feel of bike. If she crashed she could have busted her head open-the whole thing scared the shit out of me-wasn't funny at all. Yes, I got mad at her later (helmet issue)-but put her in open field next time and she caught on. She always (and I) wears a helmet now.

 

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Ha...funny thing about the helmet...she said that she didn't need it. Same thing goes about a condom? She wants to get the feel of a cock? Oh yeah...if she would get some STD you wouldn't think that was funny either. Would you be mad at her then?

( I guess I have to get one strange analogy in there)

 

Yeah...I see your point...but you are way off base. I am allowed to say NO at anytime....end of it...I didn't want anyone to analyze my fears and how irrational they are~~I wanted to know their experiences and how they came through. Seems I received more supportive responses than your post telling me how irrationally I behaved. My husband and I talked (MOST IMPORTANT) and AGREED that we should do things when they are right~~and for some reason it wasn't right then. I was thinking rationally and clearly~~and at that time I did what was right.

 

 

As for going and telling you all about it~~forget it. Your posts have been rather mean spirited. There are ways of giving your opinion without making someone feel "nutty","irrational","freaked-out" and "stupid".

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Girlie Z,

 

I can totally understand how uncomfortable you must have felt on the spur of the moment situation. We haven't gone to a club yet, or done anything, but you can be sure that we're talking about things. Summer's coming and I bet we visit a club sometime over the next few months. If either of us feel as if we are uncomfortable, at any point, we will stop the process. Then, if we want to try it again later, we will. Of course, one or the other of us might be disappointed, but what's more important is that we will be in the situation together.............afterall that's what it's about, right? It's not just about one person's wishes, but both and I agree with those who encourage you to take your time to decide when, and if, the time is right for you. The fact that your husband is so wonderful about things is great!

 

There's no reason to push anyone into any of this. If you are interested and comfortable enough to move forward, fine. If not, then that's fine, too.

 

A person who would push another into something that he or she is not ready for is very selfish at that moment. Obviously, you can see by most of the responses you got here, most people are not like that.

 

Fear is there for a reason. Yes, some fear is irrational and sometimes it is good to go against one's instincts and move forward, when the situation is important enough to warrant it. I doubt seriously that your situation was and the fact that your husband was encouraging to you afterward proves it.

 

Good luck to you in whatever decision(s) you make. It sounds like you and your husband have a very good relationship and know what to do to keep it that way whether you move forward in the lifestyle or not.

 

Hugs to you both:kissface:

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I'd agree with the sentiments of the majority of the posters above. You acted within your own comfort levels, something that you're entitled to do at all times. Your husband supported your decision not to go into the club, and has been fully understanding about your concerns. Little else matters, IMHO. Take your time, consider your desires and keep talking with your husband. Perhaps with a little more warning next time, you'll feel comfortable and confident about going inside.

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Originally posted by Mr&Mrs-naughty

Instincts can be driven by fear of the unknown. A lot of times taking chances is all about going against your instincts.

 

 

If I always follwed my instincts I wouldnt have had nearly the fun I have had in life so far. I am not saying to never listen to them but think about why you are having them before deciding wether to leap or not.

 

You only live once.:8-0::

 

Bah. Every damn time I have bucked my instincts in a given situation, I lived to regret it. I don't explain it, I just report it.

 

GirlieZ, I repeat; trust your instincts. Sure, you only live once (now there's a blazing statement of the obvious if ever I heard one). But if something doesn't feel right, if you are not comfortable, for WHATEVER reason, back off and think things over. One of the biggest mistakes people make in this lifestyle is diving in, for reasons of "going along", or making your partner happy, or what-have-you, before they are ready, with the result that they often end up having a miserable experience.

 

Clearly your OM did not have a problem with you backing out at the last minute, and he would have been an insensitive dickweed if he had. So don't sweat it, hon.

 

Take your time and ease up to it. When you are ready, you will know it. The main thing to remember here is that this lifestyle is NOT that damned important. The fate of Western Civilization does not hang in the balance on whether or not you go into a given situation, including one you are not comfortable with just yet.

 

-- Bear

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Just to clarify things for those of you who have not been to a "club" yet;

 

Everything depends on what kind of club it is, under the heading of a "swingers club". There are two basic categories, "off-premise" and "on-premise".

 

"Off-premise" clubs are just what the name implies. These are clubs that, for all intents and purposes, are no different than any other club, with a bar, tables, dance floor, loud music, etc, that you have ever been to. The only difference is that these are clubs where swinging couples congregate. No sexual activity takes place at off-premise clubs, which is why they call them "off-premise"...:) Truth be told, there is often plenty of slap-and-tickle, usually of an oral nature, taking place in a dark corner or back room somewhere, but that's it. If you and whatever other couple(s) you are with want to play, you would go somewhere else.

 

"On-premise" clubs are also just what the name implies. These are clubs where sex does take place on-site, as it were. I don't know about other parts of the country, but in Texas these are private establishments, sometimes in residential homes, sometimes not, and they do not sell liquor (liquor licenses and sex do not mix in the great state of Texas...:). A buffet perhaps, and certainly set-ups, are about it. There will be a room or rooms set aside for sex, with common areas for conversing, games, dancing or what-have-you. Getting into an on-premise club is much more involved than going to an off-premise club, where you can just walk in the door. On-premise clubs will generally have some kind of vetting process, where you are checked out to one degree or another in order to make sure you are not a member of the news media, law enforcement or just plain riff-raff (you are going to pay a lot of money to get into this place, and the operators generally try to make sure that everyone admitted does not fall too far into the lowlife category). Just as in any other swinging environment, you are under no compunction to do anything you don't want to.

 

Hope this answers some of your questions...

 

-- Bear

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With us, where we live, the closest swingers club is quite a drive for us, and personally, we just don't feel ready to do the club scene. We are just more comfortable with meeting another couple, 1 on 1. As of yet, we have not branced out from us swapping with another couple. We have discussed a get together with us and 2 other couples, making it the 6 of us, but with us we want to make sure that everyone is all comfortable with everyone. Don't want to get started and then someone back out because they don't feel right with someone. So for now, we just need to make sure that everyone is comfy with everyone before doing anything along those lines.

 

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Bah. Every damn time I have bucked my instincts in a given situation, I lived to regret it. I don't explain it, I just report it.

 

Sorry to hear that. I have not found that to be the case but everyone is different. ;)

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We have never been to a club and now I know why. We were invited to a "party" with a couple and accepted the invitation. When we got there, it was us, the other couple and five other guys. We were not told it was a gang bang. We were under the impression there would be other couples. Hubby was very uncomfortable with the idea of sharing a woman with five other guys. He prefers one on one. We left quickly and talked about it on the way home. We both decided we would rather have more private encounters. We don't want to be totally involved with a couple, however, we are more comfortable with couples and more privacy.

 

I on the other hand am more adventuresome, but I respect his limits and am totally supportive of his needs. I think couples really need to discuss these things and know each others comfort zones. This is just my opinion.

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Originally posted by yawanna

and if she didn't know how to swim..would you throw her off the dock?

 

:eek:

 

Huh? I didn't force her to ride the bike, should I have just her crash into the wall?

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So - she rode the bike of her own free will?

 

Does that mean that she could have chosen NOT to ride the bike? Even after you taught her how to clutch, brake and shift? Would you have supported her desire to NOT ride the bike - even after you had spent so much time teaching her to ride? Would you have simply kissed her on the cheek, realized that anytime spent together is time well spent and encouraged her that she can ride when OR IF she ever gets ready?

 

If that is the case, then that is the point that most of us are trying to make.

 

By saying that you didn't force her to ride the bike - that is what you mean, right? Otherwise, backing out would be a rather irrational and silly decison that would have met with your state of "peeved-ness"... At which point, you might have demanded an apology and told her she needed to get back on the bike and ride it... In that case - she had no more free will... Or at least - that's the advice you gave GirlieZ.

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GirlieZ,

 

Sorry for berating you and I'm glad your hubby was understanding and not a "selfish dickweed" like I'm supposed to be. But its really easy to give warm and fuzzy advice. I was just expressing how I would have felt in that situation-whether I'm right or wrong.

 

Years ago, I had a girlfriend who was married-she and a guy who was also married, agreed to go a motel for some booty, They made it to the bed and he backed out at last moment-got scared and said they shouldn't do this. She was pissed-said he led her on, etc.. Yes he had every right to say no and what they were doing wasn't right. But he shouldn't have led her on like that. To be honest, I was single at the time and ended up banging her-that was wrong, But it would also be wrong for me If I had misled her

 

Say what you mean and mean what you say

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Otherwise, backing out would be a rather irrational and silly decision that would have met with your state of "peeved-ness"... At which point, you might have demanded an apology and told her she needed to get back on the bike and ride it... In that case - she had no more free will... Or at least - that's the advice you gave GirlieZ.

 

She wanted to ride, I got really peeved because she convinced me she was ready, As a result of her panic, she nearly got herself killed-I was scared and angry. She insisted on trying the next day. If she would have said never again-I would have respected her decision without getting angry at her

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"Say what you mean and mean what you say"

 

For some reason, this reminds me of teaching my wife how to ride a motorcycle, I get her a Honda XR100, explain over and over the throttle, brakes and clutch. She knows how to drive a standard auto. Sure enough, she clutches the handgrips, inadvertently cracking the throttle open, releases the clutch and freezes, luckily the ground was wet, able to knock her off the bike before she crashed into the side of the house, left a big mark in the yard. Ughhhhh! Well she eventually learned how to ride.

 

This was the analogy used to respond to a posting about a wife being too scared of the 'unknown' to enter a swinger club.

If we take

 

, luckily the ground was wet, able to knock her off the bike before she crashed into the side of the house, left a big mark in the yard. Ughhhhh!

 

which to me reads as the only reason she didn't crash into the house was because of wet ground, not that her husband was taking care for her.... and the next comment of "Ughhhh" reads like her learning to ride a motorcycle was a huge disappointment to her husband, who takes no ownership in her failure, or success.

 

"She insisted"... so.. if the evening at the club went horribly wrong or YOU Mr. Husband had issues arising from the evening, only the person who insisted on trying something new or checking out a venue you've discussed, are the ONLY person to be held responsible for the failure of the exercise.

 

Swinging is a TEAM SPORT. Not Fear Factor.

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Originally posted by Spoomonkey

So - she rode the bike of her own free will?

 

Does that mean that she could have chosen NOT to ride the bike? Even after you taught her how to clutch, brake and shift? Would you have supported her desire to NOT ride the bike - even after you had spent so much time teaching her to ride? Spoomonkey

 

To be honest, I would have been pissed if she had backed out after going throught the trouble and expense-that very well may be wrong but we all have our faults. But I would have not have forced her to ride and would have respected her decision after I vented.

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 which to me reads as the only reason she didn't crash into the house was because of wet ground, not that her husband was taking care for her.... and the next comment of "Ughhhh" reads like her learning to ride a motorcycle was a huge disappointment to her husband, who takes no ownership in her failure, or success.

 

I now understand what politicians mean when they say they were quoted out of context, mischaracterization, etc....

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To be honest, I would have been pissed if she had backed out after going throught the trouble and expense-that very well may be wrong but we all have our faults. But I would have not have forced her to ride and would have respected her decision after I vented.

 

Very nice.

 

If I've gotten any of the 'context' wrong.. this is the place to state in no uncertain terms (be clear in what you say) your position and to clear up for us all any misconceptions.

 

We are a good group of folks. I for one took issue with the 'tone' of your responses. Tone being based upon choice of words.

 

If we have you completely misconstrued, I'll be the first to say I had you all wrong.

 

 

 

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Originally posted by De and Ci

Years ago, I had a girlfriend who was married-she and a guy who was also married, agreed to go a motel for some booty, They made it to the bed and he backed out at last moment-got scared and said they shouldn't do this. She was pissed-said he led her on, etc.. Yes he had every right to say no and what they were doing wasn't right. But he shouldn't have led her on like that. To be honest, I was single at the time and ended up banging her-that was wrong, But it would also be wrong for me If I had misled her

 

Say what you mean and mean what you say

Okay, in this circumstance this reads as there are at least two people who are cheating and maybe a third. The girlfiend on her husband, you with the girlfriend and the other male on his wife.

 

Cheating has no place in swinging. Or have you missed that point?

 

Seems to me that the guy with the bigger 'head' made the wisest decision that night and exercised his right to say no. Just because you went on to bang her because you didn't want to mis-lead her, doesn't make you a martyr. Please don't expect to convince me that you did the 'saintly' thing. I've a hard time believing after reading your prior posts, in this thread, that this third party wasn't coerced into bed by you and your married/cheating girlfriend. :nono:

 

If you mean what you say, as you have said it, I'm distancing myself as far away as possible from any place called Hutto.

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Cheating has no place in swinging. Or have you missed that point?

 

I wasn't seeking advice nor discussing cheating and swinging. Yes its wrong to cheat, and I shouldn't have participated. I said I was wrong, and he did the right thing. Nevertheless, I understand why she got upset.

 

I'm sure we all have issues that make us upset, mad, etc. when we shouldn't, whether right or wrong. I just shared some of mine

 

This was a lively thread, and appreciate everyone's input despite some of the harsh criticism I received.

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It seems to me that by saying he led her on you would also agree that no woman has the right to ever "stop" things once they get started at all?

 

If she can't even say no to going to a swing club, then what about once she gets inside? Well she's there, so she if she doesn't meet someone, she's led her husband on. Well they've met someone, if they don't have sex with them, then she's led everyone on.

 

That is the way that your comments come across.

 

I can see your point that by backing out at the last minute it is dissapointing to whoever else may have been involved, but EVERYONE has the right to say NO at any time. Whether it's at the beginning of the night or at the end.

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Originally posted by De and Ci

I wasn't seeking advice nor discussing cheating and swinging. Yes its wrong to cheat, and I shouldn't have participated. I said I was wrong, and he did the right thing. Nevertheless, I understand why she got upset.

 

I'm sure we all have issues that make us upset, mad, etc. when we shouldn't, whether right or wrong. I just shared some of mine

 

This was a lively thread, and appreciate everyone's input despite some of the harsh criticism I received.

 

 

When I started this thread I asked a rhetorical question that you jumped on. You went on to say in further posts that I was "nuttty", "illogical", "freaked-out", and "stupid". What I simply wanted from posters was their take on the "club" scene~~not your Lucy VanPelt five-cent psychological analysis.

 

Every person on this board, with the exeption of you, encouraged me. I really appreciate everyone who gave me good, sound advice.

 

You, on the other hand, really did nothing to explain the club scene.

 

I guess that you can dish out the harsh criticism...but you can't take it. I'm sorry that you feel so picked on~~but when you come off like a sphincter, you get treated like one.

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We have never been to a club and now I know why. We were invited to a "party" with a couple and accepted the invitation. When we got there, it was us, the other couple and five other guys. We were not told it was a gang bang. We were under the impression there would be other couples. Hubby was very uncomfortable with the idea of sharing a woman with five other guys. He prefers one on one. We left quickly and talked about it on the way home. We both decided we would rather have more private encounters. We don't want to be totally involved with a couple, however, we are more comfortable with couples and more privacy.

I on the other hand am more adventuresome, but I respect his limits and am totally supportive of his needs. I think couples really need to discuss these things and know each others comfort zones. This is just my opinion.

 

Not to put too fine a point on it, but whoever invited you to that "party" should be taken out and shot (although what this has to do with whether or not you go to a club escapes me, as it looks like apples and oranges in this case).

 

Sure, "gang bangs" happen, and there are some women who really get off on such scenes. But you NEVER invite someone to ANY swinger party, let alone a damned gang bang, without telling them first. That is inexcusable.

 

-- Bear

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GirlieZ,

 

Sorry for berating you and I'm glad your hubby was understanding and not a "selfish dickweed" like I'm supposed to be. But its really easy to give warm and fuzzy advice. I was just expressing how I would have felt in that situation-whether I'm right or wrong.

Years ago, I had a girlfriend who was married-she and a guy who was also married, agreed to go a motel for some booty, They made it to the bed and he backed out at last moment-got scared and said they shouldn't do this. She was pissed-said he led her on, etc.. Yes he had every right to say no and what they were doing wasn't right. But he shouldn't have led her on like that. To be honest, I was single at the time and ended up banging her-that was wrong, But it would also be wrong for me If I had misled her

 

Say what you mean and mean what you say

 

In another post, you complained about being "taken out of context", yet that is exactly what you are doing here. When I used the "selfish dickweed" term, at no point were you mentioned anywhere in the post. My point was and remains that if ANY guy rags on his S.O., who is just starting out in swinging (a major life state change in and of itself) he's being an insensitive jerk, period.

 

On the other hand, if the shoe fits...

 

When someone is moving into "unknown territory", regardless of the circumstances, it is not unusual for him/her to have second thoughts at some point, especially early on. That's human nature, and to "vent" on someone for having a normal human reaction is, in my not-so-humble opinion, rude and insensitive. Deal with it.

 

But that goes for ANYBODY, and you are not being singled out.

 

-- Bear

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My point was and remains that if ANY guy rags on his S.O., who is just starting out in swinging (a major life state change in and of itself) he's being an insensitive jerk, period.

 

-- Bear

 

Gosh, I thought you had me in mind about the dickweed stuff. I feel so much better. I was just ragging on Girlie because I thought she was being a total wuss. I get your your point and I apologized to Girlie for being so mean to her. I assume they were just going to check out a couple's club-I'm sure her husband was just curious and wanted to check out the place had no plans for any swappin'. That's a far cry from "getting started in swinging"

 

As far as that poor couple who was invited to that "couple's" party that turned out to be a gang bang attempt-that was totally uncool and they should have a good "talking-to" to the shithead/s who invited them.

 

GirlieZ, I thought I made myself clear in my earlier ramblings. A couple's club (off premise), Is just like a regular club-people dancing, sitting around the tables-shootin' the shit, you will see some women taking their tops off, and a little smooching, discrete petting, no open sex, no depraved lunatics. Probably a big variety of music since the club is not catering to a specific musical taste, and so on. If you go-you will have fun and will wonder why you were making such a fuss before. I hope I made myself clear.

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Gosh, I thought you had me in mind about the dickweed stuff. I feel so much better. I was just ragging on Girlie because I thought she was being a total wuss. I get your your point and I apologized to Girlie for being so mean to her. I assume they were just going to check out a couple's club-I'm sure her husband was just curious and wanted to check out the place had no plans for any swappin'. That's a far cry from "getting started in swinging"

 

As far as that poor couple who was invited to that "couple's" party that turned out to be a gang bang attempt-that was totally uncool and they should have a good "talking-to" to the shithead/s who invited them.

 

GirlieZ, I thought I made myself clear in my earlier ramblings. A couple's club (off premise), Is just like a regular club-people dancing, sitting around the tables - shootin' the shit, you will see some women taking their tops off, and a little smooching, discrete petting, no open sex, no depraved lunatics. Probably a big variety of music since the club is not catering to a specific musical taste, and so on. If you go-you will have fun and will wonder why you were making such a fuss before. I hope I made myself clear.

 

head bang

 

Have you ever "wussed out" over anything?

 

And when you did, did you appreciate someone making you feel less than important and stupid for feeling a bit "wussy"?

 

You have no idea what my husband's intentions were...for all you know he was planning on going in hoping to "bang" every woman in the place.

 

Actually De and Ci it wasn't your "ramblings" that explained anything at all about what "swing clubs" are all about. I believe that Bear N Bunny explained all that. Now the club that we were planning to attend was an On Premise club~~a tad bit different than the club you describe above.

 

What are your experiences at swing clubs, De and Ce? Enlighten me...I'm intrigued about what you would have to say.

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Aside from the fact that GirlieZ stated it was an on premise club,which btw only adds to her understandable feelings of consternation, this

 

A couple's club (off premise), Is just like a regular club-people dancing, sitting around the tables-shootin' the shit, you will see some women taking their tops off, and a little smooching, discrete petting, no open sex, no depraved lunatics. Probably a big variety of music since the club is not catering to a specific musical taste, and so on. If you go-you will have fun and will wonder why you were making such a fuss before.

 

helps no one. Many have posted about their first time at a swinger club, on or off premise, and many have sat in the parking lot for 20 minutes and then driven off. Only to try again another time. Once they get in, yes, usually the fears dissipate. You can't tell someone that a total unknown will be safe and fun. Nor should they be expected to walk in to the club regardless of their feelings.

 

Many of us say 'trust your gut instinct' and if your gut says 'I'm REALLY uncomfortable and don't want to go through with this'

... then ya gotta listen to that. No one has a right to fault you for doing what is best for you at the time.

 

Once again.. this isn't Fear Factor.

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GirlieZ,

 

Yes, Im sure I've wussed out of something.

 

Go to First swing and other couple issues. That was a post documenting our first ever swing type experience.

 

I stand by what I said about your husband unless there is some heavy shit your not tellin' us. Even if your husband wants to bang every woman in the place-it ain't gonna happen. Best analogy is a hoppin' night club, lots of guys and girls are there wanting to get laid-but you gotta talk to them, be charming, then ask if she/he wants to go to your place. A swing club is similar. You got there, a couple or group may introduce themselves, you talk to them, joke around, share drinks, dance, and so on. If one couple thinks the other is interested-They say something like "you want to come to our house and party", I've learned that "party" is euphemism for "group sex". You say yeah-lets go or "we're tired and just going to go home and sleep but thanks" . Lots of couples don't intend to swing, they just go and make out with each other, play under the table and so on. Experienced couples will spot a nervous newbie a mile away and most likely they won't be approached.

 

We go to off-premise regularly. We went to on-premise once, It was similar but they had private rooms in the back and they also didn't have dance floor, we thought it was lame. We didn't see any open sex but that probably varies by club.

 

Hope this helps.

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      Don started to protest that I could not come over and get his wife all hot and bothered and just leave him there alone to take care of her. Sue kissed me on the cheek and said yes, he can because he will need all his strength for when she and Nancy get a hold of me the next night.
       
      I stood up and redid my pants and told Don good luck, and as I was leaving, I heard Sue tell him to get his clothes off right now. She needed a good hard fuck.
       
      Friday came, and I arrived at Sue and Don’s house at 6:30 as planned. Nancy was not there yet, but Sue told me that we were not expected at the party until 8. Sue, Don, and I were sitting at their bar talking, and I asked where was this party we were going to and they said it was at a couple's house (Dan and Barbara) who they had met about 8 months ago. I did not know them, and I asked if they knew that I was coming, and without knowing me, were they ok with that. Sue told me that they knew and were fine with it, also that Robert and Cathy, and David and Joann would also be there, and that they all had vouched for me. Sue asked if I was still nervous, and I said yes I was.
       
      Meeting a lady for the first time, as a single, would make any man nervous, much less one you were going to a swinging house party with her as your date. Who would not be nervous? But knowing 3 couples that were going to be there helped somewhat. (Robert and Cathy were the first couple that Dee and I ever played with when we got into swinging, and David and Joann were part of the group that we got together with for about 3 years).
       
      Nancy arrived about 15 minutes later, looking stunning. She wore a low-cut gray blouse and a black skirt that stopped about halfway to her knees. Dark stockings and black high heels. She stood 5’7", about 135 lbs., and had legs to die for. Blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and very well-gifted up top. Her blouse was cut just right so that the mounds of her tits were showing down to the top of her nipples. She had an incredible tan line that went from a dark bronze color to almost show white ½" above her nipples. She was in her early 40’s, and I started to feel very nervous again. The four of us sat and talked until it was time to leave for the party, Sue ran and got her party bag, and we all loaded up in their SUV for the drive over. Nancy and I were going to sit in the back seat for the drive over, and as she was getting in, I saw she had on black garters that were holding up her stockings; with her low-cut blouse, I already knew she was bra-less, panty-less, well only time would tell.
       
      We arrived at the party, and I was introduced to Dan and Barbara. They are a nice-looking couple, early 40’s early 50’s, like most of the couples there. I saw that Robert and Cathy were already there, along with David and Joann. With a total of 10 couples there at the time, that made it 3 that I knew and 6 plus Nancy that I did not know. (I kept hearing Dee’s words; Mingle and meet, Mingle and meet over and over in my head).
       
      The party was going along like most house parties did, with people greeting one another, some snacks, some drinks, music, and dancing. Small groups standing around talking, a lot of flirting going on. As time went by, there were more people in different stages of undressed. A couple would be seen walking down the hall towards one of the bedrooms, more couples would be going out to enjoy the hot tub on the patio. Everyone was having a good time excluding myself. I had almost forgotten how at ease one could be and how much fun it was to be around people that thought of recreational sex the same as Dee and I did.
       
      (You see someone and you say, "I would like to fuck that person" They look at you and say, " I would like to fuck that person", and the two of you get together and fuck. Both enjoy it, and that is that. Your spouse knows about it and, most of the time, is there to enjoy it with you if not joining in. No jealousies ,no hard feelings, no fights, and most of all, no means no. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that I am now a single man in a couple’s lifestyle.)
       
      I was talking to a couple when I looked towards the area that had been set aside for dancing, where I saw Nancy, Joann, and Barbara all dancing together. All three had shed their blouses and were giving one hell of a sexy dance performance. I knew from what I could see from her low-cut blouse that Nancy had a nice set of tits, but to see her dancing topless they were great. They were round and firm with nipples that stood out ¾". At 43 years of age, they were more than likely bought, but real or Memorex, I did not care. I just wanted to suck on them. Her stomach was flat and firm and showed that she took care of herself at the gym. She still had her skirt on, but those long legs and that flat-toned stomach just started me to think how beautiful the meeting place must look.
       
      When the song ended, Nancy walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and said, let's go. I want to have you alone first, and I had no problem with that. We walked down the hall and checked the first two bedrooms and found them occupied. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, and when we opened the door, we saw Sue and Dan had already gotten there. We started to close the door, and Dan said to come on in. There was more than enough room on the bed; he and Sue only needed half of it.
       
      Nancy put her arms around my neck and kissed me, and whispered that she wanted me naked. At this point, she started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her firm breast pressing against my chest as I ran my hands down her sides. Her skirt had no snaps but was held up by the elastic waistband. It was just a matter of hooking my thumbs under the waistband and stretching it out a little so it would slide down her long legs. Just as I had suspected, she was panty-less. As she undid my pants, I cupped one of her tits in my hand and lowered my mouth to her nipple. My other hand found her wet hot pussy, and I started to finger fuck her with ease. Her hands had pushed my pants down to my knees, and she was stroking my swollen cock with both of her hands. I could hear her breathing getting heavier with each passing moment as I sucked her nipple and fingered her sweet wet hole. She looked me in the eye and pulled my head closer to hers for a long sexual kiss. She started slowly going down to her knees, all the while kissing my chest and stomach. When she reached my now rock-hard shaft, she cupped my balls and the base of my dick in both hands and opened her mouth to take its head into her mouth.
       
      As I stood there getting this magnificent blow-job from this woman, I looked over to the bed. Sue and Dan had moved to the sixty/nine position, and Sue was sucking his cock like she did mine the night before. Dan had his face buried between Sue’s legs, licking her sweet pussy for all its worth. He had his hands spreading it as far as he could to get his tongue in as deep as he could. I remembered just how good Sue’s pussy tasted when she would come, and she always came from a good licking. I wondered just how Nancy’s pussy would taste and did she enjoy it as much as Sue. It would not be much longer before I would find out because of the way she was sucking my dick and watching Sue and Dan, I started to unload in her mouth. My first squirt was deep inside her mouth; the second one she had pulled back but had her mouth open so that it landed in her mouth but mostly on the tongue. As she was swallowing the first two loads, the third hit her closed lips and started to run down her chin. She wiped it off with her finger and then cleaned her finger with her tongue. She stood up and looked me in the eye, and said thank you, we kissed deep and long, and then I told her it was my turn. As she landed down on the bed, I removed my shoes, socks, and pants. She was on her back naked except for her garters and stockings.
       
      I laded down beside her and started to kiss her gently on the neck; slowly, I worked my way down to her nipples, where I sucked and nibbled on each one of them. All the while, I was running my fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy. Her pussy was neatly shaved with just a puff of blond hair left above it. I have always preferred a little hair left instead of an all-shaved pussy, (I wondered if Sue had told her that and she shaved that way just for me). I was working my way down to her honey pot, and she was opening her legs for me. I normally like to work a woman by kissing, nibbling, and sucking on the inside of their legs before I dive into pussy licking. That always seemed to bring their tension up a notch, so when I did go for the gold, they were more than ready for it. With Nancy having her garters and stockings on, that kind of blocked that approach. I soon found out that she did not need that step of foreplay; I also found out that she was anything but a quiet climaxer. I had no sooner started licking, sucking, and nibbling her pussy than she started humping and screaming and cumming. She was begging me to fuck her right then, I needed a little more time to recoup from my climax before I could go on, and she didn’t seem to want to give it to me. I looked from between the legs, and I don’t know if Sue saw the whipped dog look in my eyes or if she was so turned on by Nancy's pleading for a hard fucking or what, but Sue came to my rescue once again.
       
      Sue was on top of Dan, and he was hammering away at her for all he was worth. Sue leaned over and started kissing Nancy and telling her to let it come. I was still down licking her pussy and thinking, "Let this climax run its course, and things will settle down till I recover and can produce again. With Sue's kissing and sucking Nancy's tits and Nancy sucking on Sue’s tits and a double effect. Dan announced that he was coming, and I felt myself coming back into the game. As I slid back up on Nancy to where I could enter her, Sue sat back up on Dan and started riding him hard. She was about to have her own climax and needed to concentrate on that. Just as I put the head of my dick to Nancy’s pussy she said NO, not this way; she pushed me off and got on her hands and knees and said do me from behind; I like it this way the best.
       
      I have no problem with doggie style, so I got behind her and guided the head of my dick into her pussy. I normally like to start slowly, but Nancy told me to do it hard and fast. So I jammed it into the hilt. She instantly started to rock back and forth, and it took a couple of seconds to get into her rhythm, but I got there and was on the in-stroke when she was rocking back and on the outstroke when she was going forward. Like I said before, you know when Nancy comes, everybody knows when Nancy comes, and it did not take long for her to come doggie style.
       
      After she came down from her climax, her body just went limp, and she sank onto the bed face down. Ok, I understand about fast climaxes; been there and done that a time or two myself, but this is the first time I had experienced it happening with the woman I was with. Normally it’s the man that has this happening. I lay down beside her and put my arm around he, and kissed her on her shoulder. I can hear and feel her breathing hard, but that is all the response I get. I look over and Sue is still riding Dan’s dick. I see that glazed-over look in her eyes, one that I have seen many times before, and I know that she won’t last much longer. Just then, I see Dan arch his back and drive into Sue as deep as he can go, his hands are pulling Sue down onto his shaft, and I know that he is releasing his load into her. Sue is wide-eyed and tells him Yes, give it to me, and I know from being there that she has also reached her climax. I lay there and watched her rock back and forth as Dan kept his back arched to give her as much dick as he could. I know the feeling of her pussy muscles on a dick, and I know what he is feeling at this moment. They are constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing as she rocks back and forth. Milking every bit of his juice out that they can. I watch as they slow down, and then Sue collapses onto Dan’s chest; she starts that silly giggle that lets you know that you did a good job.
       
      Sue rolled onto her back next to Nancy and looked at me, and asked if I was enjoying myself, and I told him yes. Dan said he needed a drink and asked if any of us wanted one. Sue wanted a margarita, Nancy wanted a glass of ice water, and I said I could use a beer. As Dan was off to get the drinks, the three of us sat up in the bed, the women sat cross-legged, and I just slid up between them and used the headboard as a backrest. I could smell the must of just fucked pussy in the air. There were two women sitting crossed-legged with their pussies open for all to see, and I still had a hard-on. Sue spoke first and said to Nancy, " Did I not tell you he was a good fuck or not" At that point, I could have crawled under the bed, except that Sue was now rubbing my hard dick. Nancy agreed and said that she can’t wait to go again. Sue said that the night was young, but Nancy would just have to wait her turn now because she was next. Thank god Dan showed up with the drinks.
       
      The four of us sat there talking and sipping our drinks. We could hear the party going on in the other part of the house with the music and the occasional orgasm from one of the partygoers or another. Sue asked if we knew where Don was, and Dan said he saw him with Joann, to which Sue said, "Well, he will be occupied for a while". All this time, Sue was stroking my hard cock, then she said that it looked like I was ready to go again, and so was she. Nancy asked her if we could all do it like they did it at the last party. Sue looked at me and then back at Nancy and said that she thought it would be all right. I must have had a questioning look on my face because Sue told me that I would defiantly like this.
       
      Sue had me sit on the side of the bed with my feet on the floor. She then turned around and straddled me backward. I felt her guide my dick into her pussy as she sat down on my lap. " As exciting as the unknown is when having sex with a new partner, it is just as exciting as being in the know and having sex with someone that you have been with before. You know just what they like, and they know what trips your button; Sue knew just what to do to trip my button." She started to rotate her hips to give my dick that just-right grinding. Feeling her slow humping up and down along with the rotation was driving me insane. About that time, I felt a tongue wrapping around my balls and work up my shaft to where I was buried into Sue’s wet box. I looked around Sue to see Nancy on her hands and knees licking not only my balls and dick but also Sue’s wet pussy, and Dan was behind Nancy just fucking away. Sue started to rotate and moan, which caused me to shove up harder; Nancy was licking and sucking faster, which made Sue moan and rotate faster. It was like a snowball rolling downhill. The more it went on, the faster it got. I don’t know what was going on with Dan, and I did not care. I know that I came harder and longer into Sue’s pussy than I can ever remember doing. I remember falling back onto the bed with Sue laying on top of me and still feeling a tongue licking the both of us, and then I heard a far-off scream that said fuck me fuck yes fuck me.
       
      Sue was pulling on my arms and telling me it was time that we rejoined the party. We walked down the hall naked and into the den. We went to the bar, and I sat down on one of the stools. Sue went and got us both a drink and stood between my legs with her arms around my neck. She asked me what I thought of Nancy, and I told her that she was definitely different than any woman that I knew. She said that there was a long story behind that and she would tell me later, but not tonight, I laid my head down between her breast, and she was holding me and rubbing the back of my head when Don came walking up to join us.
       
      Don sat down on a stool, and Sue went over and put her arms around him and asked if he was having fun; I said that he looked like he had been road hard and put up wet. To which he came back with a one-word answer. " Joann". Sue and I just laughed, and I asked if she was still a whirlwind in bed, and he said that she was a man killer if you let her.
      Sue kissed us both and said that we men better get used to the whirlwinds because they are going to rule the world someday.
       
      Note from Jay:
      I have tried to express some of my feelings, thoughts, and happenings into the stories about how I got back into swinging after Dee’s death. I know that it is not your typical swing stories that you are used to reading here. I know that I have brought up couples out of the blue for those that have not been on this site for very long. There are stories posted by " Jay and Dee" that tells how we got started in the swinging lifestyle, how we found out that Don and Sue were swingers, and stories that were milestones in Dee’s and my journey into this wonderful lifestyle.
       
      A lifestyle that I thought had ended with Dee's death. A lifestyle of freedom, pleasure, understanding, and pure joy that I thought I would never be a part of again if it were not for Sue. Some might read into these stories that I have an infatuation with Sue. That is not true. I love Sue. If you go back and read The Surprise, you will know that I have known Sue since we were in elementary school. Her older brother was my best friend until we graduated high school; now, her husband is my best friend.
       
      If it were not for Sue and Don standing by me and pulling me out of my depression, getting me back into not only the lifestyle but life itself did I meet Pam.
       
      Pam is another story all together
       
      I lost Dee in 2004, and the stories about how I got back into the swing happened in 2006. In future stories, I will try not to go back too far into the past, but sometimes my thoughts go there, to a time, a place, or a person that is so important to me that I must bring it up for the story context.
    • By Spoomonkey
      I don't remember - in detail - just what it was that was said between myself and Marilyn that convinced her to swing. I know that I didn't discover the hidden key to the floodgate. But now, as I sit here thinking of her, picturing the passion on her face as she jerks another man's cock, I am flooded with excitement about the next time. But this is a story about our first time.

      Most people are sexual caterpillars, humping through life, eating off the same leaf, and waiting to be taken as lunch by whatever bird it is that finds us delectable. Some of us evolve. I've had the pleasure of watching Mari become a truly stunning sexual creature - a truly amazing phoenix on fire. I recall the long and sometimes frustrating 'raccoon stage' from the first talk to the first play. I remember waiting like a child for Christmas - eager and smiling, hopeful and naive. And I remember watching Mari emerge.

      It was a Friday night - our second at a club. I am not sure how many expectations either of us had - we'd promised ourselves not to 'expect.' We arrived early - when the TVs had not yet flipped over to porn movies and still played the Discovery Channel. Pretzel baskets not yet out, Mari and I found a place at the liquor-less bar. Our first time at a club, we went with a couple that we were friends with. They'd monopolized us that night, and we wanted to branch out - to meet new friends - to try new things. Nothing against them, we thought the world of those two, but we were ready to fly solo. So we waited. Unsure of how to talk to anyone - unsure of what to do next. I think we clung to that bar for an hour, Mari in her brown mini and sheer black top, me in a stew of nervousness that I hadn't felt since junior high. Eyes were on Mari - I could feel that. Not at all unexpected with her long legs riding a lucky barstool, gorgeous and generous breasts threatening to pour from her low top, bright green eyes dancing between a perfect smile and brown/red hair that could melt any man. I remember watching people watching us, watching them stare shamelessly at her.

      The club filled quickly that night - couples made their way to familiar cliques as a flood of single men made helpless attempts to get in on the play. I didn't know what we were looking for, but I was hopeful that we'd find it - so I took Mari by the hand and decided to explore. The barstools were doing nothing but putting our backs to the crowd. I wasn't surprised when a clumsily discreet gaggle of singles followed my Mari like puppies as we slowly made our way from room to room. Eventually, we found ourselves on the 'party floor' with a half dozen single men who tried so very hard to look casual but were obviously hoping that their choice of clothes or hairstyle had been the perfect one - and that Mari would snatch them up before they knew what hit them. Feeling a bit ornery, I leaned back against the wall, my beer in one hand, and whispered to Mari, "I want you to go down on me." I think the request shocked her a bit.

      "Right. Right now? Right here?" I could tell that she was feeling like a bad girl - she had the look, the walk. I knew she wanted to play - and I could think of no better way than to tease a crowd of men.

      "Yes," I said, smiling. "Right here and right now." I reached down to unzip myself as she dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock had been hard all day, knowing that tonight we'd be here - chasing the 'unexpected' - and it was obvious that Mari shared my excitement as she took me all the way down with one eager move. Her tongue danced on my shaft as her head bobbed happily. Her expert hands worked on what little cock she couldn't take in, and twelve eyes on six single men ate every movement. I was - for a short time - king of the 'party floor' as the most incredible woman in the club sucked my cock in front of a half dozen. I realized that as incredible as this was - this spotlight on my wife's giftedness - it was just the first step, a cracking of the egg, so to speak - the cocoon was just starting to open. Mari gobbled me with abandon, surprisingly unashamed, wonderfully aware of nothing but her husband's eager erection and approaching release. I sipped my beer and grinned as hungry eyes locked on the back of Mari's head. I could have watched that scene all night long, but it was far too early to 'cash in my chips.' Besides - I got to take this beauty home - so I helped her to her feet as she wiped the corners of her mouth. I think I saw a blush then, but it could have been desire. Either way, it didn't slow her down. I was ready to head downstairs and leave this group to their own devices, but a conversation about something - I don't remember what - kept me in place.

      Mari was approached by a single guy, and I remember thinking that it would be good for her to flirt. So - I turned my attention to whatever meaningless banter I was sharing - and left Mari to her fun. I don't know how long I talked - but I remember turning to look at Mari and the one guy with balls enough to approach her. And was surprised to see them kissing deeply, his hand enjoying her perfect breast. I processed a momentary jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of a woman as beautiful as Marilyn? What man in his right mind would offer such a perfect woman to the wiles of desperate single men? The kind of man who is so secure in his soulmate's love that he knows that no one will ever touch her heart just by groping her boob. And with that, I was over it. And my wicked smile returned.

      "Do I need to go get supplies?" I asked as I walked up behind Mari.

      "Hmmm?" She asked, somewhat dreamily, obviously ready to try her first threesome.

      "Supplies. Condoms." I said, trying not to kill the moment.

      "They're downstairs." Mari looked at her new friend, David, who was obviously willing. She smiled and nodded.

      "Okay," I said. "But here are the rules while I'm gone." I have an alpha male personality when it comes to swinging - provider, protector, top dog. "Just talk. No hands - no kissing - while I'm gone." Then I looked at David. "Break a rule, I break an arm." I think he knew I meant it.

      His nervous, stuttering, "Sure," gave me the assurance I needed to head downstairs. I didn't remember the walk to the locker room being so long, but the anticipation seemed to stretch the halls and stairways. But soon, I was back with an overly optimistic fist full of condoms and a hard-on that made it hard to walk. David and Marilyn were talking innocently, leaning against the wall - but seeing me was all it took for talk to end. Mari took David's hand and led him to a private room; I pushed the door closed as we entered, waving at the five guys who looked disappointed that we weren't going to put on a show.

      David wasted little time pulling Mari's breasts free and sucking on her long nipples. His style was rough, but Mari seemed to love the feel of this stranger's tongue and gently nipping teeth. I knelt behind her, pushing her skirt around her hips, and flicked her ass with my tongue. I slipped two fingers in her dripping pussy and felt her body jerk at the anticipated intrusion. Her hips rocked against my fingers and tongue as David pulled off Mari's top and bra, spilling her breasts into his hands and waiting mouth. Mari rubbed David's cock through his slacks, eager to find out just what she'd gotten herself into. Our collective passions blurred the room as hands un-hooked, unzipped, un-buckled, and soon the only clothes left were Mari's black garter and stockings. David had taken to his knees, taking his rough style of play to Mari's tender box as Mari resumed the head we'd started in the common area - her passion making her suck even harder, with more abandon. I thrust into her mouth gently, knowing that in her current state, she couldn't focus enough to keep me from going too deep. I watched her perfect tits roll as her body rocked on David's aggressive tongue. I switched places with David, letting him enjoy Mari's mouth for the first time. Mari gave a perfect, eager head, and I knew David was in for a treat - but I wanted my time with my wife's perfect pussy. Her long lips and deep folds are the perfect play place for big boys, and my tongue traced her outer lips through the gentle maze that leads to her dripping entrance and tingling clit. I slipped my fingers inside of Mari, curling them gently to find that magical-mythical spot that always seems to make a good orgasm a screaming one, and my tongue flicked gently at her oh-so-ready clit. I looked up to see David fucking Mari's mouth - and Mari thrusting back hungrily. I heard her cock-filtered moans as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I quickened my tongue and my inner stroking, and Mari's mouth popped off of David's shaft. Her fist pumped him purposefully, but her eyes and attention were now focused on my face, pressed against her pussy. Her hips bucked with the beginnings of her orgasm, and her moans turned to screams as she came against my tongue. Mari fucked my fingers powerfully, her pussy sucking and pulling them deeper inside, and she threw her head back into the pillow and let out a long "YES!" as a wave overcame her.

      David knelt beside her, a stunned look on his face. "That was hot." Mari laughed at his grasp of the obvious as she pulled her knees together and her legs up - but we weren't going to let her off that easily. "Be gentle," I said as David went back down, and I brought my throbbing cock to Mari's mouth. I've always loved the way that Mari says thanks for a job well done - and tonight was no exception. David's tongue brought Mari over the edge two more quick times as she sucked my cock. Her body shivered weakly as the first orgasm had taken so much out of her. She moaned around my width but never let me go until her desperation got the best of her.

      "Fuck me." She said, her voice breathy, "Fuck me, please." I took her first, as David's cock hung in Mari's face, rubbing against her cheek as she thrust her body back against me. I pushed her legs to her chest as I buried my cock deeply into her. Her heat was tremendous, her body on fire as it lived out a fantasy it was so reluctant to even admit. David watched as I took my wife hard, thrusting deeply and angling my body to hit her just right. Mari gritted her teeth as she let out a strained moan, her fourth orgasm coming as a surprise - short but powerful. I pulled out quickly, knowing that there was one other thing that Mari wanted to try before we'd be able to call this a night. I lay against the wall as Mari got to her knees. She sucked hard as David pushed into her for the first time. It was her first 'extra' cock, and she seemed to shake from head to toe. "Is he in?" I asked, wanting her to process the reality of this moment. "Mmmm-Hmmm," she groaned as he pounded her. David fucked my beautiful wife hard from behind, thrusting deeply and quickly, racing towards an orgasm that had such a gorgeous build-up. And he reached that place far too quickly.

      "Where do you want him to cum?" I asked, stroking Mari's hair. "I want to see it," she said, her tongue flicking the head of my cock. "I want him to cum all over me." David responded to her wishes, pulling out and removing his spent condom. Mari rolled over on her back, pushing her breasts together and urging him to cover them. He had no problem doing so. David's excitement was apparent as jet after jet of his hot load landed on Mari's perfect tits.

      "Oh, god, yes," she cooed as he came. David let out one last grunt as his body jerked, and one last long stream of cum dripped onto my wife. I kissed Mari - realizing that I had seen her emerge. My perfect butterfly, covered with another man's seed. David collapsed at the end of the bed as Mari and I wrapped our hearts tightly around each other. We basked in the afterglow of an incredible fantasy, unaware that, for us, the night was young. We dressed, David and Mari kissed one last time, and then we left the room for the next adventuresome group.

      We fully expected to leave soon thereafter. Instead, almost unbelievingly, the stars aligned, and we had another encounter.

      Mari went to the bar, still sexily disheveled, and started talking to a single woman that we had met earlier, helping her fend off a torrent of attention, gladly taking on some for herself. Knowing she was having fun, I left her alone while I went to the restroom.

      I normally don't strike up conversations at the urinal, but all rules have exceptions.

      "I'm not gay," I said to the guy spilling beer one stall over, "but that is a really nice shirt."

      I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it. Dark blue flames on white silk. Sharp as a switchblade.

      "Thanks," He said. "My wife bought it. I don't remember where."

      "Well - it's a great-looking shirt."

      The conversation eroded as our bathroom purposes came to an end, and we awkwardly took turns with the soap dispenser. He left before my paws were dry, and as I wiped the last of the evidence on my jeans, I walked out to put what I thought would be the final hit on my wife.I was quite wrong.

      Mr Nice Shirt was in the hallway with a gorgeous blond - tall and thin, with stunning blue eyes and long legs on high heels.

      "Hey, hon." he said, "where did you get this shirt? This guy likes it."

      She told me - but hell if I remember. I was captivated by her. Where she bought the shirt went in one ear and out the other, but her, I was drinking in till I reached the bottom of the glass. It was a nice shirt - but she was significantly nicer. I watched her lips as she talked and wondered what they tasted like; I watched her chest when she paused - also wondering what it tasted like. Soon the shirt was forgotten.

      But - I found out later - they thought I was a single, which wasn't their thing - and they excused themselves. I made my dejected way back to Mari - still with her single friend - still at the center of a crowd. I walked to the center and kissed her hard, because I could, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to go?" She nodded and told me she needed to check her hair before she did. I wasn't the only one who watched her walk to the restroom - perfect hips massaging the inside of her brown suede skirt. I sat at the bar, watching what passed for porn on the satellite feed, and waited...And waited...And realized I wasn't enjoying the porn enough to not be worried about my wife...I wandered through the club, weaving my way between connections being made and broken - singles getting lucky or rejected - women being fondled or ignored... The witching hour had arrived, and folks were grouping off with the hopes that productive conversations weren't about to produce wilted results. And in the bathroom door, Mari had become the target of Mr Cool-Shirt and his incredible wife. They stood in a tight but respectful group, chittering like old friends... I watch Mari laugh at some witty thing and then look up to see me walking her way.

      "That's my husband," she said, maybe a bit too proudly, and the blond woman whom I'd already memorized turned and smiled - wickedly surprised if that is a workable combination. A three-way conversation in the door of the women's room became a spirited four-way as we realized that - not only was I, not a single guy, we all had much more than that in common; two pairs of soulmates on different planes of experience. Best friends who do everything together - who were about to drift upstairs...

      They had been to many clubs and had much background in the lifestyle, and as we made our way upstairs, they shared themselves in a way that makes the lifestyle so much more than sex. We drifted from room to room, listening to them talk about their "hobby" and how they survived within it. For a moment, the idea of "playing" with our new friends disappeared as these gorgeous people became so incredibly fascinating. It seemed like every line of conversation revealed more in common, more useful advice, more to like...And then she closed the door...

      "I like you guys," Kim - this gorgeous blond said, her voice going from friendly to lusty. "Let's play."

      Mari and I snapped back to reality quickly. We were in a swing club, and we were not going home anytime soon... I didn't need to look at Mari to know that she was okay with this. I'd watched her as she watched Joe's lips move when he talked. I had seen her smile when he touched her shoulder. And I had absolutely nothing to think about as Kim lay on the bed, smiling and lifting her legs to show a shaved and pantiless play area.

      "What do you say?" She asked, staring at me hypnotically.

      Nothing... There was nothing I could say. I was hers - but better yet, she was about to be mine. Joe sat on a chair in the corner of the room - thinking, I suppose, that he might watch for a while. But Mari was having none of that, straddling his lap and wrapping her tongue around his. Kim lay on her back, and I ran my hands down her legs, lifting her feet and helping her with the boots that she wasn't going to be needing for a while. Her long thin legs were, on their own, plenty to enjoy - but when the boots were shed, my hands wandered higher as I slid onto the bed with her, kissing her gently at first - enjoying her soft but expert tongue. Her hands made short work of my belt as mine found her small, tight breasts. She seemed eager to catch up with Mari, who had quickly moved to a kneel in front of Joe and was blowing him madly - her head bobbing furiously.

      I didn't object and let her push me over to my back. My eyes caught Joe's, and he smiled widely, dazed but certainly feeling every stroke of Mari's expert tongue. Mari worked his shaft with one tight fist and had pushed the blue flamed shirt up to his strong chest. She was moaning around him - and he encouraged her. The sounds were nearly as hot as the visual of my beautiful wife gobbling our new friend with such abandon. I could have lost myself watching the two of them, just experiencing the pleasure my wife was giving another man, but I was soon pulled expertly out of the moment as bright blue eyes looked up at me past short blond hair, and a wet tongue flicked between a wicked grin and eagerly tasted the tip of my cock...I looked down at Kim as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, seeming to savor the taste. Her eyes locked on mine, and her smile never failed......until she took me into her mouth, slowly swallowing half of me and then pulling me out just as deliberately. I groaned, body twitching and cock responding to her attentions.

      "You like that?" she asked, a trail of my excitement still leading to her lips.I just swallowed and grinned - and she correctly took that as a "yes". Her eyes finally left mine as she took me again, this time with abandon. Her tongue danced around my cock as her lips tightly massaged my shaft. Her hands jerked me and my hips rocked slightly, finding her manic rhythm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her expertise, my fingers twisting in her short hair. I could feel her taking me deeper until it seemed the head of my cock was so deep in her that I could almost feel it with the hand that was on the back of her head. Her warmth was complimented by a perfect wetness. She stroked me with one hand as her other hand massaged my balls - coaxing my cum from them - eager for a taste of her good work. I heard a squeal and looked up just in time to see a naked Mari tossed onto the bed beside us. Joe was naked as well - his tall, thin frame sporting a desperate erection. He dropped to the bed between Mari's legs and began to kiss her breasts, one after another, commenting loudly on her large, long nipples. Kim was looking over, obviously admiring them herself. She looked up at me, her lips still around my excitement, her face flushed. I smiled at her and nodded - unable to ask her if she wanted what Mari was about to be getting... Somehow she read me and nodded back - letting me go with a gentle pop - and climbed up on the bed, shedding what little clothing she still had on. I pulled off my shirt and settled between her legs.

      The wives were now on the bed, lying side by side, with two enthusiastic husbands now heading south hungrily. Kim's pussy was perfectly shaved with small lips and a perfect clit. I licked gently at first, tasting her fully... This was the first pussy I'd tasted since my marriage, and I was going to enjoy it fully. I slipped my hands beneath her ass to lift her slightly, angling her just right... And sunk my tongue deeply into her, tasting her as she tightened around the intrusion. She whimpered slightly and bucked - and I lost myself... My fingers swam in and out of her as my tongue found every unique spot that seemed to make her jerk with electricity. Her eyes were clamped shut as I ate her, and her hands gripped my head harder and more desperately, soon governing my attentions to just her clit as she climbed higher... Closer to the edge of orgasm. I heard Mari scream as she came, thrashing her hips forcefully against Joe's face, forcing him to hang on... Kim heard her, too, and seemed to catch Mari's orgasm just as Mari was coming down... One loud "OHH!" was all she moaned as her body spasmed beneath my feasting tongue. She jerked hard, holding my face tightly to her and riding her orgasm out against my tongue. I held her thighs as she began to land. She slid her hands to my cheeks and pulled herself to me. "My god," was all she said before she kissed me and pulled me back to the bed.

      Joe was on top of Mari, thrusting his fingers into her roughly, and Kim held me as we watched Mari cum again. Mari's vocal aerobics shook the walls again as she came a second time, right on top of her first one. She seemed to cum for minutes before she finally stopped thrusting her hips against Joe's aggressive hand.

      "Wow," Kim said, looking at me. "Is she always this loud?"

      "I'd like to think so," I replied, smiling.

      "I have no doubt, then."

      Kim grinned as she kissed me, pushing me to my knees. She crawled in front of me and took me in her mouth again, egging me on to thrust. I did so - watching as Mari laid Joe on the bed and then knelt between his legs again. I grabbed Kim's perfect ass with both hands and pushed forward gently, barely containing my arousal as Mari began to stroke Joe's thick cock.I heard Kim sucking me wetly, accepting my thrusts as Joe moaned with approval as Mari gave him a masterful hand job, puckering her lips around the head of his cock as she stroked him. My head swam for ten minutes, watching my wife and feeling Joe's. I was near the edge when Joe screamed out his arrival. Kim flipped around quickly, eager to watch her husband's pleasure, and slid a hand down to cup his balls just as he erupted. His first shot a foot into the air. Mari moaned, "YESSS!" as he came - excited at the sight of his orgasm. His hips thrust slightly as the rest of his orgasm ran down his cock and over Mari's still-pumping fist.

      He lay there - satisfied - and Kim turned, grinning, back to me. The only difference is that this time - so did Mari. I had four lustful eyes looking at me hungrily, and I knew that one of my favorite fantasies was going to come true. I was pushed back into the pillow and watched as a blond and brunette devoured my cock - neither of them losing steam. One would suck my balls while the other pistoned on my hot shaft - then they'd switch - dancing their tongues up either side of me as they went... "This is a vision you'll never forget," Joe chattered - coming back to his senses. I quietly agreed with him, watching as they pleasured me - unable to drink it in enough. Just the sight was enough to make me cum... The sensation of two talented tongues, two eager mouths, brought me closer to the edge than I ever thought possible... Joe seemed to agree, now standing at the side of the bed stroking a resurrected erection. But - I was the first to see them kiss...And it was almost too much... Kim and Mari's tongues soon discovered each other and left my cock to pursue each other. I was remarkably okay with that. Kim and Mari's passionate lip lock was more than Joe could handle.

      "Oh my god," he said to Mari. "I had no idea you were into that."

      "I wasn't," Mari said truthfully - and then quickly returned to what she swears was one of the best kissers she'd ever known. I joined Joe in the perverse ritual, not caring if they ever touched me again - as long as they didn't stop touching each other. Their hands fondled each other, their tongues twisted together... And the room seemed to heat up by twenty degrees.

      I'd never thought I'd see my wife so wild for another woman, but there they were, wrapped together, making out like high school kids. The scene proved to be too much, and Joe yelled out Mari's name. Mari moved over beneath him, her tongue out and eager, just as Joe came again. If it is possible, his second orgasm seemed larger than his first, streaming into Mari's open mouth in jet after jet. And that was enough for me... I knelt over Kim and let go of her waiting tongue. She excitedly swallowed what she caught - what she didn't streamed down her cheeks as I jerked out the last of my orgasm and collapsed beside her...I remember Joe leaving and coming back with a glass of pop for all of us to share, but for the life of me, I don't remember much else. We all lay together for a while - talking again like old friends and laughing. The biggest difference this time was being able to watch breasts jiggle with every well-told joke or story.

      We exchanged e-mails, hugs, and kisses... But I wasn't offered the shirt...When we finally left - the club owner was cleaning up, barely beating the sun, which would be showing itself soon. One of the staff smiled at us and said somewhat meekly, "You guys sounded great." I suppose she's right - a perfect encounter inspires some wonderful loudness. The night was a surprise from the start - we'd done more than we'd ever expected and made friends on top of it. And it was one of those friendships that inspired me to surprise Mari with one last step in her now complete emergence.
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