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So I guess I'll start this off with a little background information: I go by the name Ave Satanas, and I've been a semi-active member of the swingers board since April of last year. At the time that I joined, I was only curious about the lifestyle, but I soon realized that it was perfect for my SO and me. Things were tricky for us, since both of us are under 21, which meant no clubbing, and we were reluctant to engage in any activity with anyone we didn't know. More problems plagued us, but we made the effort and think we've done pretty well considering we both live with our parents and it's still under wraps (hey man, it's tough being a college student!).

 

Now if you haven't read any of the threads I posted, let me give a quick update: we had engaged in our first group sex activity, a MMF threesome, with a friend of ours. It went fairly well, but since then we have come to the conclusion that the particular friend involved, while a great guy, isn't particularly well suited to swinging. We went on the hunt for a female, since that's what my lady was interested in. In my last post, which was quite a while ago, we were preparing for a threesome with her.

 

Long story short: the whole event crashed and burned. Drama ensued. Thankfully it's over, and I've learned a lot.

 

So now we get to the meat of this blog... A coworker of my girlfriend had piqued our curiosity, and we were considering throwing out the idea of playing with her. Not a minute after we resolved to, the girl's previously unknown boyfriend comes into town for winter break from his school in Alaska. We were pretty disappointed, but my girlfriend met him and said that I would like the guy anyway. She said she had even made a joke about the four of us having an orgy, which he half-jokingly agreed to. So I sent the guy a text message, and we agreed to meet up. (I should probably mention that my girlfriend works at an arena for our cities hockey team with this girl, and since I'm a rabid hockey fan, I attend every game). After the game was over, we met them outside.

 

Sure enough, me and this guy hit it off. Really, REALLY well. It was like he was me in a different skin. Being so immediately comfortable, I figured 'what the hell' and said "So, foursome?".

 

To which he responded, deadly serious "Well, what are you two doing tomorrow?"

 

So we agreed to hang out the next night. We were unsure if the two were serious or not, but we prepared for a good time regardless. The next day, we met them and we all enjoyed a nice dinner. We went back to the guy's house and proceeded to go out to the hot tub. Well, it wasn't long before the two of us guys were able to convince the ladies to undress and get some kissing action going.

 

And right then, we hear his family pull into the driveway. We were all pretty disappointed, and exited the spa. We decided to go grab a coffee, and near the coffee place, we see a cheap hotel. He jokingly says that we could get a hotel room, and so my lady and I take a gamble and say "well, we'll pay if you're interested".

 

Next thing you know, we're in a hotel room, calling our parents to say we're staying with friends. We push the two beds together, and start having fun.

 

First predicament: in all my plans, I had never thought that I would be NERVOUS. Thankfully, he was two, and it became the running gag of the night between the two of us. Eventually he's having sex with his girl and we're doing the same.

 

However, we had yet to swap, and my girlfriend and I were pretty anxious too. So to give the whole situation a kick-start, i suggested that she go over and try getting a little intimate with the guy while he was giving his girlfriend some oral action.

 

Things were looking good, and at some point or another his girl ended up over with me. We got pretty occupied, and soon enough she's on top and we're having fun. That is, until we look over and notice that his nervous problem has come back.

 

Now, I don't have to recount the ENTIRE story, but in the end, my lady never actually had sex with him. Not that he didn't give her any attention, and there were no hard feelings in the end.

 

So the next weekend, I ended up house-sitting for some people I know and ask this guy if he and his girl want to hang out. We don't mention a foursome specifically because we didn't want to make him feel as though that's all we want. But thankfully, he and his girl suggest it again and we end up at this house.

 

Now, a little more background: This is basically the last night we have a shot with the two of them for a while because the next day he's due to go back to Alaska for school. So we've got big plans for the night.

 

Things start off similar to the last time, and we all end up in the same bed (we started out in separate rooms to quell the usual nerves). However, he and his lady seem pretty busy and we're reluctant to ask him. However, we're not really having too much fun because we're growing more and more disappointed by the second. His girlfriend seems to get the idea, but him... not so much.

 

So his girlfriend decides that she needs to leave the room for a little while and heads out, and I suggest to my girlfriend that she attempt to get some action going while I leave the room.

 

Now, before I continue, some more background: his girlfriend is incredibly sexy. Gorgeous. Now obviously I don't think she holds a candle to my girlfriend, but my lady doesn't share my opinion.

 

So me and his girl start getting something going, and we decide to go to a different room while my lady seduces the other guy. We sneak a peek in their room before we go into ours however, and are greeted with a disappointing site: he's laying there, facing away from my dejected looking girlfriend. His girl goes to talk to him, while my girlfriend comes with me to another room.

 

In the other room, she informs me that when she attempted to try getting him to do anything with her, he casually mentioned that he was just waiting for his girlfriend to come back so that the two of them could cuddle.

 

Basically, he very politely told my girlfriend that he didn't want to do anything with her. Now, cuddling wouldn't be such a problem, except that a moment later, we hear the sound of the other two going at it again. Right around then, my girl starts to tear up. She doesn't take any sort of rejection well, and I don't take to seeing her cry well.

 

I hold her for a minute, my blood boiling.

 

In retrospect, it WAS his last night with his girlfriend. But he HAD been the one to suggest a foursome, and it seemed like that plan was out completely. I was starting to feel like I was just there to give them a place to fuck, and on top of that my girlfriend had tears streaming down her face. So I did what I figured any good boyfriend would do in my situation, regardless of how much they liked the other dude.

 

I pulled on my jeans, left the room ("oh, I've just gotta pee, babe. I'll be right back."), marched into the other room, step right up onto the bed, pull the blanket back, and punched him in the head. Hard. Full-on. In the face.

 

He gave the expected "what the fuck", to which I responded "that's for making my girlfriend cry, you fucking dick." I pulled back for another blow and he says "wait, she's crying?"

 

"well of course she's crying, you stupid idiot, she feels like you rejected her. You just shot her down"

 

Now, I know i had just punched this guy, and I know that it wasn't as honorable as I would have liked it, but if you ask either one of us now, we'd tell you that even at that moment, even RIGHT AFTER I hit him, we were still friends, and good friends at that.

 

So, in lieu of hitting him again, I let him and his lady rush into the other room to console my girlfriend. He apologized profusely, saying that he didn't mean to hurt my girl's feelings, he just was caught up in the moment with his girl.

 

I thought things were getting better, but as we all lay in that bed, he starts talking. Normally not a problem, except basically everything coming out of his mouth was "isn't my girlfriend so pretty, I love her more than anything, she's everything to me", etc.

 

My thoughts: 'hey, if I wanted to hear this, I'd have rented a Hugh Grant movie. I signed up for a foursome, goddammit'

 

But, against my better judgment, I put up with it. For a good hour and a half. To that point that when he left the room for a minute, even his girlfriend remarked at how sickeningly sweet.

 

Now, and I'm quoting this from a friend, I'm cool with love. But not this chick-flick-gay-love.

 

In the end, my lady and I went to our room while they went to theirs. So far, still no foursome. We're kind of pissed still, and my girlfriend says "well, he said he didn't mean for me to feel rejected... but I mean, nonetheless, I was". And we just start complaining to one another about how disappointing our night has become.

 

So she goes into the other room, where they've started back up again. And she asks flat out if the foursome is going to happen or not. They dance around the question for a good five minutes, going on tangents and talking about just being 'so caught up in the moment' etc. My girlfriend tells them after all this that they've yet to answer, and he finally says "so you're asking if we're going to swap partners tonight?"

 

I'll give you a moment to let it sink in.

 

We nod, and he answers "tonight, honestly, probably not"

 

So we go to bed, fuming angry. A few minutes later, they come in, and proceed with basically the same thing they did with my SO the first time. Sure, the apologies are nice, but in the end, things are the same: nothing has happened and he's still in gay-love.

 

After they leave, my girl and I at least had a little fun with each other before going to sleep. The next morning the other two come wake us up super early, because I've got to take him to the airport.

 

No problem, I had agreed to that. I even sat through the half-hour long, chick-flick-style goodbye between he and his girl.

 

Mind you, I'm feeling a little better now that I've had some sleep. I'm less angry at him, and having talked to him a little, I'm convinced that a foursome is still possible the next time he's in town. So he leaves, and there are absolutely no hard feelings.

 

His girl, my girl, and I head back to the house. We grab some breakfast, and all decide to lay down for a nap. Yes, all of us in the same bed.

 

Hey now, we're all fully-clothed the entire time. Don't give me that look.

 

In conclusion, here's what I'm thinking:

 

1) A foursome isn't out. The two of them were just really trying to enjoy their last night together for a while.

 

2) He's a good guy, it's just situations like this made me dislike him some. But in the end, he's still a great friend of mine.

 

3) His girlfriend, having been much more open to swapping that night than he was, is still awesome. In all honestly, my lady and I both harbor the fantasy that one day she'll leave him and come be our live-in girlfriend. She's a great girl, and we'd do a lot for her. Of course, we've known her longer, so...

 

We have cut them out, but we're keeping an eye out for new playmates. I've written this whole lengthy, terribly unstructured blog to basically see what my friends here on swingers board think of the situation. So: comments, advice, feedback, flames, anything?

 

Thanks for reading this far, if you have. I appreciate any feedback.

 

-Ave Satanas

 

P.S. This started out as a blog but became too long, so I apologize if it reads weirdly due to that.

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My question for you is what made you think of trying to make swingers out of friends? That is one of the biggest no-no's in swinging. At least it is in our swingers handbook.

 

Secondly, we avoid drama like the plague. You're asking for more drama, my friend, if you're wanting to try another foursome with this couple.

 

If you're serious about this lifestyle -- get used to the rejection. You can't go around punching everyone that rejects your girlfriend. IMO, your post screams of immaturity on your part (punching someone is never in good taste).

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Please please please if you put up a profile anywhere use this same screenname so we know who to avoid!

 

In my two years in the lifestyle, I have experienced a few times where the male half had anxiety or performance issues. It's not uncommon and it's not a big deal. You can't take it personally. And to make a big deal about it is not nice and certainly not a good way to treat "friends".

 

And god forbid I'm ever in a situation where some guy decides to punch my husband in the head while we are in the middle of a good time simply because his gf decided my husband was rejecting her. I can guarantee that that would not end well.

 

While I agree with the poster who said that trying again with this couple is drama, I also think that the OP is pretty high up on the drama scale as well. I can't understand why someone would take an issue in a play session so personally.

 

My take on the situation is that while you are angry at their seeming selfishness, you and your gf have displayed quite a bit of selfishness and immaturity. I think you need to do a good bit of introspection on this one.

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I guess you stepped over reading the part that No means NO and no one has to do anything with you, or your girlfriend that they don't want to do.

 

We have a rule at our club that people have to be 25 to come to it. You are the reason why we do this. "You stepped up and punched him in the head." Real mature guy. What did that prove besides that your a fool? Mark up another perfect example whey we won't be changing that age rule any time soon.

 

Now you want her to leave him and come be your play toy. Something else that no one in this Lifestyle wants to hear. You need to spend more time reading the forums and less time trying to destroy relationships and most of all you need to grow up.

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Well, I can clearly see where you guys made a few mistakes, but I think those are going to be pointed out by the other members of the board. I think it's important not to get too self-righteous about thinking that us "experienced" swingers would do it so much better than you. I've certainly met couples who've easily done things just as silly - and they definitely should have known better!

 

I think you've been brutally honest in your retelling of the story, and that's where I wanted to comment. You're a great writer, and in truth, you cracked me up with your story.

 

What you need to always keep in mind is that every ingredient in the recipe for a foursome is a human being. They have their own objectives, their own fears. Something to remember: It's not about you. Nor is it about your girlfriend.

 

Why don't you just keep looking for someone else to get your swapping jollies? I suggest finding someone you don't need to have a friendship with. That way, if things go south, you don't have to have all the drama, you just move on.

 

Good luck.

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My first thought after reading this is that you are way too immature to be swinging. What happened here had nothing to do with the other guy or couple but with your own immaturity. When it comes to swinging there is no such thing as a sure thing. It doesn't matter who brings it up, if someone says no, it means no (kinda like dating).

 

If your gf felt rejected and you got upset because you saw her crying that is NO REASON to punch a guy (in the head or otherwise). If anything you could knock on the door and say "hey my gf is feeling rejected because we were really hoping to have a foursome and now she's crying, do you think you could help me out?". As for the guy going on and on about how great his girl is, I'd hope he would, I wouldn't want to swing with a couple where they didn't really appreciate each other.

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First off, hitting the other guy was way out of line. You said yourself that it was his and his girl's last night together. It's perfectly understandable he'd want to be with her. They may have thought the foursome was an exciting idea, but weren't ready for the reality. Or he could simply not have been into your girlfriend. The reason is irrelevant. The tears are irrelevant. If you really want to swing, you have to accept that it won't always go the way you're hoping for. To find four people who are all attracted to each other isn't easy. Add the reality of having sex together with each other's SO is even tougher.

 

And no offense, but you really don't sound like you're quite ready to be swinging. Not just because you hit the guy, but because of your approach. NO means NO. Period. Even if it's someone else's suggestion to play, the moment any person says no it's over. Yes, rejection smarts. And your girlfriend getting so upset about it shows she's not really ready either.

 

Everyone makes mistakes, and as long as you take it on the chin and learn from them, there's hope. Best of luck to ya'll.

 

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It felt like I was reading a screenplay, and a very well-written one. Punching the guy out is like something from a movie afterall, funny in the theatre, but not at all funny in real life.

 

I glanced over some of your previous posts, they're all long - although good reads - and you've described yourself as jealous, overly protective and have a problem with anger. I'd say you have the three main ingredients for a loser swinger.

 

Swinging isn't going to work for you if you can't overcome these personality obstacles. Maybe it's your youth, let's hope so, but if you hold on to these same traits as you grow older you're unlikely to run into guys who'll take a couple punches to the noggin' as nicely as the "chic-flick-gay-love" guy did. You don't know how damn lucky you were in that situation.

 

I don't think you've read enough on the Board about the rules of swinging. You don't have the basics understood.

 

You're 21, or there abouts, and you probably don't want to hear me say "wait until you grow up" and then give swinging a try again (maybe in 5 years), but that's all I can suggest.

 

Ave, you need to grow up and mature - learn a lot more about swinging - if you ever hope to handle the complexity of swinging.

 

LM

 

Edit: Since I love creative writing, I think if ever you decide to become a screenwriter this story would be great to include in a movie. I think Hugh Grant would be perfect for the guy you punched out, Brad Pitt could play you, and your girlfriend I picture as Mira Sorvino...all in their younger years, of course. I don't have a pick for Hugh's girlfriend, but she would be a brunette. :D

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I remember you. You write very well and generally sound very mature for your age. You knowingly selected a path less traveled and discovered for yourself WHY it's less traveled. Take some time and really think about what happened and perhaps why it happened like that. It sounds like everyone contributed somewhat equally to the drama (and your role is especially noteworthy). Think about how the outcome could have been different if you had been in control of your emotions and behaved differently. You're not easily deterred from your objective, so I think there's a high probability you'll give it another try. With the lessons both of you can learn from this encounter, you MAY enjoy success in the future (or you MAY crash and burn, again).

 

My guess, based on this chapter is that neither of you are really ready for this kind of activity - and that's quite OK. Keep it as a fun fantasy until you're both ready for the next level. Explore some alternatives that are less likely to invoke unpleasant emotions (not only for yourselves, but for the others too).

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Punching a guy is not a bad thing so long as it is done for sport, and not out of anger. I'm in a club that deals with that, but I'm not supposed to talk about it...It's their first rule.

 

Seriously, there is no possible way my wife or I could have had the maturity in our early twenties to swing. I am not surprised it turned out like it did. There is a reason why most of the swingers you encounter are in their 30s +. They have worked past their own personal drama. You should do the same before you mess with anybody else.

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I can certainly see that mistakes were made on all sides. However, I don't see you as a lost cause for swinging. In fact, Kermit and I started out here at a very young age. (I think I was 21 and he was 22 or 23.) It's possible that we could have ended up in some messes in the first couple of years. I think we were just lucky with our first couple. They were older than us by about 10 years and they really had themselves figured out. They showed showed us an excellent model of how we should go about this. You do seem to be communicating well. The next step will be to keep your reactions to the unpredictable behaviours of others in check. As has been mentioned, others are fully within their rights to reject you for whatever reason. There is no reason to automatically assume that the rejection is your fault. You just have to pull up your confidence and roll with it.

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I can certainly see that mistakes were made on all sides. However, I don't see you as a lost cause for swinging. In fact, Kermit and I started out here at a very young age. (I think I was 21 and he was 22 or 23.) It's possible that we could have ended up in some messes in the first couple of years. I think we were just lucky with our first couple. They were older than us by about 10 years and they really had themselves figured out. They showed showed us an excellent model of how we should go about this. You do seem to be communicating well. The next step will be to keep your reactions to the unpredictable behaviours of others in check. As has been mentioned, others are fully within their rights to reject you for whatever reason. There is no reason to automatically assume that the rejection is your fault. You just have to pull up your confidence and roll with it.

 

I don't think age is an issue here so much as maturity. I also started out very young (21 maybe).

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So I had expected to be told that I shouldn't have hit the guy, that it was bad behavior, immature, etc. I agree there were better paths I could have taken. But at the time, there was no straight 'no' that MEANT 'no', only a shrug off after being put under the assumption that a foursome is exactly what we were there for. And like I mentioned, on my end things were heading that way.

 

I suppose deep down I knew that this guy and I were (and still are!) good enough friends that the hit wouldn't be a huge problem. I suppose that might be because we're younger and will hit one another half the time just for the hell of it. And anyone who knows hockey guys knows that fighting isn't a HUGE thing for us. In the end, the guy later offered to take another hit, saying he himself felt like he had it coming. And I should probably mention to everyone that regardless of what I did that night, odds are that I would never, NEVER hit a member of another swinging party just because they shot down my girlfriend. Had it been someone else, the circumstances would have been different.

 

But as for appearing in good taste, mature, etc... I did not care, and am not sorry. Maybe I'm just stubborn like that. But where maturity might be my problem, some of those who have pointed this out might want to look at ageism as THEIR problem. Sure, bad taste is never good. But neither is a condescending attitude...

 

However, I respect everyone's opinion and appreciate the feedback I've gotten thus far. Especially since it seems like most everyone read the damn thing. That deserves a thank you in itself.

 

So to clear up some individual facts:

- we never MADE swingers of friends. From what we had been led to believe, they were swingers already. As for swinging with friends and all that... Eh, it's what we do and I don't think we're changing that.

- When we got a straight NO that meant NO, we were actually much better. That's when we went back and just enjoyed sex with one another and were honestly not angry. Everything angry happened before they gave us a straight no.

- We don't actually intend to steal this guys girlfriend away, that was actually a joke. I respect the hell out of this guy and would do a lot for him.

 

And with that I've got to go pick up the lady from work. Thanks for the feedback, the cast list (God that was funny. I could use more of that. Every guy likes getting compared to Brad Pitt), and the Fight Club reference. Can't wait for more.

 

I swear I'm more mature than you might be taking me for.

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I go by the name Ave Satanas
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why?... please do tell.. if you woudnt mind.

 

it seems important to you, that we know who you are. before we hear what happned in your thread.

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Actually, mentioning that I go by that name was more of an introduction than anything else, it wasn't really relevant to the thread.

 

But if you're curious about the name itself, it is a term used in a religion I practice. I don't name it too much because doing so is akin to trolling anyone who is Christian, and I don't want to alienate myself or anyone else. Suffice it to say that it is written in my bible that practitioners of my religion are welcome to engage in all manner of sexual activity, be it heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, asexual, or polysexual (which I know isn't a word but should be, because it describes swingers pretty well).

 

I should also take this moment to address something I had missed, which was LikeMinds mentioning that in some of my older posts I had described myself as a jealous, temperamental, and so on. I assure you that this has changed pretty dramatically for the most part. Did I mention that we engaged in MMF activities prior to this current situation that went pretty well. The only reason those stopped is we felt that we were hindering the third party from ever getting a steady girlfriend, and chose to stop for his benefit.

 

I've actually gotten over jealousy completely. The whole protectiveness and temper thing... Look guys, I know I shouldn't have hit him. There were better things to do. I made a bad decision because I was seeing my girlfriend cry, and thankfully got out of it better than I could have. But there are a couple of issues I have, because there seems to be a lot of focus on my maturity because I hit a guy. First, I wouldn't have hit any guy in that situation, but circumstances were different here. I'm still great friends with this guy, I can't stress that enough, and I'm not going to hit him if the exact same thing happens again. Maybe the hitting thing comes with youth and being stupid kids, but I never had any intention of beating him to death or anything. It was a frustration thing, a stupid thing to do, but I refuse to believe that I'm the only guy on Swingers Board who's given another guy a punch in the noggin.

 

I'm having an issue, because while the anonymity here means that's I can safely ask for good advice from everyone, it also ensures that none of you TRULY know me, and I think that it kind of skews your opinion about me and my behavior due to this situation. Honestly, I don't hit dudes every day. I actually spend a lot of time breaking up fights (I work at a middle school), and if it had been any one of you I was swinging with in this situation, I can promise I wouldn't have hit you. It was a friendship thing.

 

I've just now become paranoid that I'm persona non grata because of what I did, and the whole fact that an hour later we were playing video games and everything was cool is being ignored. I want to made sure I'm not thought of too badly.

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i think you should worry more about growing up, and having a good healthy relationship with a woman you love, and respect, before you pursue the swinging lifestyle.

 

feel free to post how things go the next time.

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I'm having an issue, because while the anonymity here means that's I can safely ask for good advice from everyone, it also ensures that none of you TRULY know me, and I think that it kind of skews your opinion about me and my behavior due to this situation.

 

Sad fact of message boards. We don't know you and you don't know us. It also means you get what you get outta it.:)

 

You have had no drama, good MFM's but you have also had drama with a single female? And now a couple?

 

Go thru, in your mind, how each situation turned into drama and issues and consider what you and your g/f could do different to stop the drama...you can not change others but you can alter how you two view things and lessen your and her distress.

 

Do not blame any of your responses on the others, take full responsibilty for how you act and react and figure out what you could think and do different.

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Punching anyone for an imagined slight is immature no matter what YOU want to believe. Swinging should be (at least it is for us and anyone that we socialize with) about enhancing our sex, not replacing it. If we are in a siuation (as we have been on occasion) where things do not work as we want or expect we just adjorn to each other. That is where things have started and where they will end. I get pissed if someone slights Mrs. Cpl, btu I also would be MATURE enough to realize that if he had "issues" the night before, he may have them this night too, and Mrs. Cpl can always get me where I need to be even if someone else can't. I don't care how old you are, but grow up.

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You said you just met the guy and then you talk about how great friends you are. Enough to hit him, but yet you guys are so close that you understand each other and he forgives you.. ahh ok..

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This is the most terrifying thread I have ever read. You don't swing with co-workers, you don't expect foursomes, you don't call people who love their girlfriends and express that "gay", you don't make fun of someone for feeling weird and missing his girlfriend, you DEFINITELY don't ever punch someone...

 

I don't even know where to start with this except you and your girl should come with a warning label and huge amounts of caution tape.

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The next morning the other two come wake us up super early, because I've got to take him to the airport.

 

No problem, I had agreed to that. I even sat through the half-hour long, chick-flick-style goodbye between he and his girl.

 

Dude, the primary reason that he was even there was to see his long-distance girlfriend. They only had a little time. They live very far apart, and I'm guessing they spend very little time together....right?

 

Couples in long-distance relationships, missing each other and obviously in love, aren't going to be primarily looking for outside hook-ups in their brief time together. In fact, due to their circumstances, I'm surprised they spent that much time with another couple, at all. Most couples in that situation would be more in "honeymoon" mode, looking to be alone together.

 

You seem to have little tolerance for what you call "chick flick gay love", but babe, these people are madly in love and spend precious little time together. Yeah, they shouldn't have been wishy-washy with you about whether swapping was going to happen or not, but it sounds like you could have picked up the cues (their love, the long distance thing, the brief time to see each other), and let it go.

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Please take 15 years off and give a call in the morning. Serious maturity issues here.

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People don't change overnight. You are who you are. You're history will probably repeat itself.

 

 

Whether someone says "no" or just shrugs you off or walks away, it is still a "no".

 

I would like to see where you are at in 15 years in the lifestyle also. Should make for another good story.

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Youth, yes, were we different many years ago? Yes we were. Did we fuck up? Yes we did. Damn, I wish that I had this communications path even one year ago. We all live and learn. He will do so as well, and where he is 15 years from now means nothing to him now. Give him a break.

 

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Question: the hubby noticed you said 'foursome' and then turned it into swapping in separate rooms...which isn't exactly 4sum it's two 2sums.

 

Any chance the other couple would have been happier with all four of you doing stuff..where he would still get to be with his love and you with yours and sometimes with each others? Or even trade off FMF or MFM?

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no apolgies here, this is why we don't play with early 20 somethings, that we don't know very, very well. You may have learned one lesson, but it will take many more before you mature enough to play with.

there are a few 20 somethings out there ready, but knowing which ones are ready takes time.

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Since I’m kind of being attacked from all sides, I think that after this last post I’m going to do my best to just avoid speaking anymore. What began as a search for advice has become a bunch of people chastising me for being something that I honestly am not.

 

 

Yeah, I hit him. And things are cool. I just talked to him a couple of hours ago, and he assured me that everything was fine. If there really isn’t another guy who has ever seen a friend of theirs hurt another friends feelings and given him a punch and a ‘what the hell, dude?’ as a way of showing said friend the error of their ways, then there is a much bigger generational gap than I thought.

 

I don’t go around punching everyone who has ever hurt my girlfriend’s feelings. I don’t think I’d hit any other swinger on the off chance I ended up in that situation again. The fact is that at that particular moment, it was acceptable, and he thinks so too. I’m not sorry.

 

As for them being in love and me being such a dick for ruining what precious little time they had… there’s more to the story than you know. They had only recently gotten back together after a bad breakup involving her cheating on him. I’m not going into any more detail because it’s not really relevant anyway, but it’s sufficient to say that their relationship isn’t nearly as romantic or ideal as many people seem to think.

 

And despite all this, just to clear up a fact that I think might have been lost in the rat race to condemn me: I never once hassled him in ANY way for being so outspokenly in love with his girlfriend. Not even jokingly. But I have mentioned before that he had left the room at one point and his own girlfriend complained that she was getting sick of him being in love with him in the same way that a 2nd grader might profess love for his teacher.

 

And for the record, my own sister is a lesbian, and I love her regardless. Don’t try and make me out to be prejudiced towards homosexuals when they themselves use the term ‘gay’ in the exact same manner that I have.

 

The fact is that this isn’t going to stop me from swinging because I honestly don’t think that I’m wrong here, and whether you want to believe me or not, I’ve never had a problem admitting when I’m wrong. Maybe it’s the medium in which this information is being delivered, but the fact is that no one who can really, honestly say that they know what kind of person I am. Instead, I am made out to be the biggest asshole imaginable.

 

And just as a note to miss Safire, my girlfriend did nothing more in this whole predicament than cry. If you intend on making me anathema to the entire forum, then I beseech you to at least do her the courtesy of not lumping her into the same category as me, whether I’m an asshole or not. She’s a much better person than I think I could ever be.

 

On final notes, I’m not going to defend my friendship with this guy, nor am I going to admit being in the wrong, nor apologize for my actions. I’d like to note that the whole idea of separate rooms was instated with the intention of helping to quell his nerves. I appreciate the help that I DID receive from some people on this board, and while I disagree with many, I respect your opinions. I’d also like to that ncmd_couple for being the one person I can note who gave me even the slightest benefit of a doubt. Their little bit of defense is appreciated more than they could possibly imagine.

 

Thanks for your time.

 

-Ave Satanas

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Ave Satanas has some things to learn about swinging, but didn't we all when we started out?

 

We've been swinging 4 years and we're still learning.

 

I think we should keep in mind that he is 21 years olds. He has handled the criticism he's been given here better than some members in the past who are much older, more experienced swingers. I think that counts for something.

 

I like reading what he has to say and it is rare to have someone his age involved on the Board.

 

Ave, I hope you will stick around and continue to contribute your thoughts and experiences in the forums.

 

LM

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I for one found that story pretty damn entertaining! At any rate, my advice is:

 

Take things slow and easy, and try not to have expectations at all. The more expectations you have, the more disappointment you're setting yourself up for (and I speak from experience there). Rejection is also something you're going to have to handle from time to time, so keep that in mind.

 

Violence is no big deal to me (actually I think the whole world should go back to seeing it as no big deal :lol:), and actually a good thing in more than a few circumstances, but in a swinging situation? Whew. No way. I know your situation was unique here, so I won't chastise you. Do be aware, though, that most swinging couples will avoid that sort of thing like the plague (fun and drama don't mix for most people), and that what most people are after is either a. a very light-hearted playful sexual encounter, or b. a very erotic sexual encounter.

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I don't know this person nor do I personally agree with how they went about things but it seems like everyone has started attacking him on the fact of his age and his mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes especially being new in the lifestyle. I find it hard to believe that everyone of you who is so mightily casting those first stones didn't at one point, especially in the beginning, yourselves have some problems/ predicaments/ something out of the ordinary happen. You might not agree with what happened but theres definitely no need to attack as most of you have been doing. He has also been taking everyones criticism very well might I add. Better then most people "His age" would do. Even if everything you all have been saying is true there is such a thing as constructive criticism. If you don't have something nice to say then keep it to yourself.

 

As for how things went down Mr Ave Satanas. No I don't really agree with how you handled things and the punch being unnecessary ( its never ever good to handle things physically Like that) . Next time just tell them things aren't working out and ask them to leave. If you have to drive them the next morning go and pick them up. Don't react heat of the moment. thats when things you will regret will happen. It sounds like from your last comment that they don't have the best relationship which is usually big drama in this lifestyle so you might just avoid them all together and make better choices next time. Good luck and hope you have better times in the future.

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Is it being critical, though, to say (with LOVE), that this kid is smart, has lots going for him I'm sure, and will have a great life...but maybe the pressures of multiples sex with different people and different partners is not prudent at this juncture due to his current maturity level and perspective?

 

I mean, surely not everyone is ready for swinging with their first partner at 20 years of age. A (precious) few are, but for most, they are just diving into the shark tank. I'm not going to judge the person, but I am certainly fit to judge the behavior. If someone is punching another person, calling someone "gay" for being in love and wanting to be with a long distance love the night before they leave, and has such a callous approach to sex that he or she is ALREADY jaded in love and pushing for multiples, that person doesn't need a pat on the back. They need a bit of tough love.

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Oh mY god! just reading this now!! You sound like a total nightmare - violent, homophobic, hyper-macho! Yuck! You need to wise up! You would be my worst nightmare if I encountered you in a swinging situation.

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Oh your God. I must be a total nightmare... violent because I hit a guy for my making my girlfriend cry... Homophobic despite having a lesbian sister and girlfriend who had played with the girl from this situation... and at 6'2" and a STARTLING 130 pounds, WOW am I hyper-macho or what?

 

Yep. I'm a nightmare.

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AVE

 

Have you considered placing an ad on some of the sites. From your post you stated that you couldn't afford a cam corder because of the financial crunch from college. i understand that,I've been there myself. Personally i like to check the profile (here) and on sls just to get a better feel of who we are corresponding with. Maybe if you posted a profile on swinglifestyle.com (they offer a free membership) it would show that your sincere about what the swinging lifestyle has to offer. There are many younger people your age and (school of higher education bound) now days. Be honest, tell about your lady as well and maybe a pic of you and your lady together,it would be nice. how would your lady feel about something like this, what are her thoughts.

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It's one of those things that we mean to do, but honestly just never get around to. Between both of us working and going to school, when we get time together in which we could take decent pictures of ourselves, we usually have sex instead, honestly.

 

We do have older pictures of the two of us, but they're all of when she was underage (hey now, we've been together for a couple years now!)

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homo phobic? no, i doubt it.

 

violent, last time i checked punching was considered assault and battery. definitely a violent act. so yes you are currently considered a violent person. go ten years w/o any violent actions, aside from self defense, then I will reconsider.

Hyper-Macho? macho is all about attitude not size. lets face it whe you are sitting a bar,and a fight breaks out, it is more often than not, a little guy, with a macho attitude, who thinks he has to prove something to his woman, that throws the first punch.

Immature, yeah, you have a long ways to go.

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I honestly don't think I'm a violent person at all. Yeah, I hit a guy, but I just think I'm different in the sense that hitting a person can sometimes be worth the hassle. I'm not going to get involved in every fight I see, and this is the first time in a good 6 or 7 years that I've been the one to throw the first punch, but I'm not afraid to hit someone. I considered the consequents and deemed it worthwhile.

 

As for a macho attitude... I don't think so, but it doesn't really matter because it's not convincing coming from me. I have a confident attitude, maybe, but not macho.

 

As for maturity... my views on this have already been stated, I'm not going to repeat myself every time someone new questions it.

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I honestly don't think I'm a violent person at all. Yeah, I hit a guy, but I just think I'm different in the sense that hitting a person can sometimes be worth the hassle. I'm not afraid to hit someone. I considered the consequents and deemed it worthwhile.

 

AVE, I don't feel your getting what you said here, I don't think you really thought about the consequences, If your over 18 in your area, Throwing the first punch would have, in a different situation had a different outcome.

 

1.That is assault and battery, weather the police were involved or not you still committed assault and battery.

2.You were, according to your chain of events, house sitting for someone at their own home.

3.Sometimes even a soft punch, could be lethal. You said yourself you didn't know this guy, (you don't know his medical history)

4.What if at any time because you did in fact, commit a crime, that you felt in control of, involved the police?

 

Your at someone else's house having to explain that you did this because he wouldn't fuck your girlfriend. What about every one in your whole town knowing you have been arrested for battery (and possibly sexual deviance)? The middle school you work at,or any Future Employer.Violent acts never leave your record...ever.

 

Those are thoughts about considering the consequences. I don't need a reply to any of the above at all, EVER. It is something I would hope you think about every day, for the rest of your life.

 

Enough about the punch.Lets move on to how you feel about this lifestyle.This all started with a fantasy for you.We all have them. Many people start for different reasons.But here is a major difference between what you have going so far at your age, and what we have being older.(not saying your to young,just our differences)

 

We seek like minded people,(couples) in solid good relationships that we share our sexuality with. We have an understanding that in those relationships we make sure that everyone is emotionally prepared for any misunderstandings.We practice good communication first, with the couples or singles we should encounter.That let us fully understand each other. Your not doing that Thus Far.

 

What I see here,from you. From your own words.(ill copy and past here if need be, from other posts) Is you CONTROLLING every situation. The last one being, you said 4 some when you first met. He and his girl went along. You and maybe both girls were on board with this experiment, but this guy didn't have a clue before he came home from school.This is being PREDATORY.

 

All throughout you posts everything says your following a predatory sexual behavior. Not once,not one person or couple have you considered anyone's feelings but your own.Before acting on your own desires.

 

I'm really not trying to bash you.. You have said all along you wanted our thoughts, our replies, our opinions as long as we don't tell you that you are too young bla, bla , bla. In this lifestyle we share our sexuality with others that are all open and understanding of how we feel.Your being deceiving to others, your girlfriend, and to yourself. You said that you are going to continue with swinging, I'm not telling you to grow up. I'm saying STOP.Think about this. Think about what WE AS SWINGERS think.Then you may take a better road than the one you are on:cool:.

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wasn't questioning your maturity, just stating you simply dont have any. stop pretending, you are only fooling yourself, and reminding everyone why young swingers aren't worth the hassle

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One more point that we seem to be overlooking: You knew that they had just recently gotten back together after breaking up because she cheated on him? I will be the first to say that suggesting that she have sex with you (based on this fact) was just plain stoooooopid. This would be one more example of how you need to get a little maturity under your belt and figure out what is and is not a smart or mature move. Thank god you live no where near us!!!!!

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I'm an attorney, and I have to reiterate what Fun4ds said...no punch is worth the trouble that could come from it. I actually had a case where a bunch of pro-hockey players similarly thought there was no problem in punching people, I mean that's what they do on the ice. Except it got out of hand and someone almost got killed and a bunch of them wound up in jail with a variety of lawyers pursuing them, there money and their futures.

 

If you deal with your problems by striking other human beings, especially in intimate situations, you are setting yourself up for a world of hurt.

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I suppose deep down I knew that this guy and I were (and still are!) good enough friends that the hit wouldn't be a huge problem. I suppose that might be because we're younger and will hit one another half the time just for the hell of it. And anyone who knows hockey guys knows that fighting isn't a HUGE thing for us. In the end, the guy later offered to take another hit, saying he himself felt like he had it coming..

 

HUGE hockey fan, I married and divorced a hockey guy. Never saw him or his buddies fight in anger or fun...unless on the ice.

I am a competitive kickboxer and my SO is a boxer. I give him gut shots all the time. But I would never hit a friend and Dog would never lay a hand on his buddies.

Kids get in fist fights and get over it. Adults talk about problems and decide whether to stay friends or continue on.

 

In alot of ways you may be very mature. But when it comes to relationships and swinging you still have alot to learn.

I like to think when it comes to swinging I am fairly mature. I still have my moments of complete childishness but I don't hide it under some weak excuse like being a "hockey guy". I use the excuse that I am still new and have alot to learn, then I back that up with appologies for my actions.

 

Your friend,

Prettylady:kissface:

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Personally, I think the profile name "Ave Satanas" alone shows a certain level of immaturity and an overall willingness to "Start Some Sh*t". And that's coming from an atheist. You'll note that our username makes no reference to that point. Maturity would dictate that you don't throw religion out there unless you want it thrown back.

 

I agree with the others. You are simply too young of mind. Of course you think you aren't, we all thought that before life smacked us in the face. And oddly enough, that happens around 25-26 years of age.

 

You punched a guy because you and your SO hadn't the life experience to notice when to stop. One day, he'll return the favor in one fashion or another. I'm sure he was grateful for your understanding and thoughtfulness as a friend. If ever in doubt in any situation, just remember this....WWJD? That was a joke by the way, you can laugh now.

 

Vade Satanas

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Dude you are a dirty dog. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. This is the last night that this guy is going to have with his girlfriend because he has to go back to Alaska and you butt hurt over the fact that they just want to be together the last night that he is in town. You sound like a selfish clown. You know damn well that your woman if you were leaving town for a long time and not being able to see her, your woman would not want you to be messing around with another woman but just be with her, that includes this nasty cuddling that you seem to not like. I’m just surprised you didn’t jump up and smack you after you punched him. He explain to your girlfriend that he just didn’t want to do it but isn’t it obvious if he’s leaving the next day and he’s leaving his girlfriend for a long time. Are you that obtuse. Are you that clueless just at heartless over the fact that you get butt hurt and now you’re talking about trying to cut him up from his girlfriend because he’s out of town. You are a ass clown in a one-man circus

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      I’d seen this many times before, I waited for one of two reactions.
       
      The first was that she’d spin away from the man; it signified she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.
       
      The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
       
      But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
       
      As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
       
      After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
       
      Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
       
      “Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
       
      “Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
       
      “This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
       
      Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
       
      “Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
       
      Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
       
      Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
       
      We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
       
      I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
       
      We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
       
      “You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
       
      “Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
       
      “Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
       
      “Something wrong with him?” I asked.
       
      “I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
       
      “Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
       
      We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
    • By Mistral Wind
      I'm Mistral, and my husband Tim and I attended the most fabulous swingers party the previous weekend at our new friends' large manor house. We were filled with glee when they invited us back the following weekend for another cum-filled night of debauchery. They also suggested we bring some friends if we liked.
       
      John and Wendy were a couple we knew from our charity work. They were young, idealistic, and very open-minded. We didn't think they were swingers, but the subject had come up in casual conversation. They were curious but remained evasive about their thoughts on the subject. We decided all we could do was broach the issue and see what happened.
       
      The next evening, John and Wendy arrived after Tim and Mistral. They followed the crowd upstairs. As they climbed the stairs amongst the excited and bubbly people, Wendy remembered the afternoon and that phone call. John's voice was nervous and excited, "Hi, Babe! We have a party invite from Tim and Mistral to join them at their friends' swinger party tonight. I know we have fantasized about this. How do you feel?"
       
      Wendy felt panic surge through her stomach, excitement flooded her pussy, and her nipples perked up hard. "Wow, that is short notice. What happens if we don't like it?"
       
      "Babe, I will never make you," John promised. "We both have to want this to happen. I am sorry to spring it on you like this, and maybe we should forget it then."
       
      Wendy said, "No, John, I did not say 'NO,' just what happens? When we fantasized about swinging, you said you would love to watch me in a group of men getting fucked by them all. Are you sure about that?"
       
      Wendy had visualized these events, wishing desperately that John would take the lead and say, 'We will do it.' In their role-playing, they often pretended to be at a swingers party changing partners. One of Wendy's games was to roll up two large pillows, tie a belt around with a strap-on dildo attached to the belt, put her large vibrator into the cup, and ride the pillows, getting fucked hard by the vibrator. John would come from behind and fuck her arse or go to the front, and she would suck him to a spluttering cum inside her mouth. In her mind, these were real men fucking her, and she shared herself with the men, and John loved the attention and continuous pleasure.
       
      In reply to Wendy's question, John said, "Oh yes, while I am having the same with two girls, one on my face and one on my cock, I would love it! Babe, I am sure. How about you?"
       
      Wendy gulped. The secret she had held in her head for so long was about to become real. "Let's do it. Let's go! Are you sure you won't feel jealous watching me come on some man's cock with another somewhere else inside me? I don't have a thing to wear. What do I need?"
       
      John said, "The theme is An Officer and a Gentleman. I can go dressed as a USA Army General using my dad's old uniform. You wear your sexy red top and skirt. You know, the top that doesn't come all the way down, the skirt with the elastic waistband hanging low on you, and your suspenders and stockings. No thong, no bra. You will show off your pussy to her best. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it!"
       
      Wendy replied, "I will be ready when you get home. Your dad's uniform will need a press, and I will prepare everything. See you at 6:00 tonight, darling."
       
      Her hands were shaking when she replaced the receiver breathing shallowly and jerkily as the realization hit home that tonight it would happen! During the afternoon, she got John's clothes ready, checked her dress, found the right shoes, and laid it all out, ready for later. A long hot soak where she shaved her pussy bare using John's razor and made sure her legs and armpits were perfect.
       
      Resting on the bed, she shuffled through the videos they kept hidden from guests and found her favorite, "Suzie's Gang Bang." A fast-action orgy video in which this girl gets fucked by five men altogether. Wendy often watched this and used her vibrator when John was away or working late. Sometimes when her cycle was at ovulation, her sex drive was limitless, and she would role-play watching the action.
       
      The action on the screen hotted up as the men were penetrating Susie left, right, and center. A closeup on-screen of pussy open and dripping. A cock slid into it, wetting itself with her fluids. It slid out, rubbed against her tiny rosebud anus, and gently but firmly slid into opening her slowly. At the same time, another cock pushed into her pussy. Wendy loved this part and rolled onto her side, turned on the vibrator, and sunk it into her arse. Her fingers slid into her pussy, working gently to pleasure her clit. Her hips were thrusting back and forward faster and faster as her climax built. She reached down and switched on her biggest vibrator, a black cock that was as real as it gets. The vibrator was thrust inside her cunt, and she moaned and moaned herself into a massive climax.
       
      Wendy relaxed, watched the movie, enjoyed the post-climactic euphoria, and gently played with her clit. In her mind, she watched the swingers' party unfold - couples fucking, girl-girl, MFM, and FMF at this imaginary party. Inside her head, she had been desperate to fulfill these needs, and it was finally coming true.
       
      In the past, Wendy was often on the verge of saying to John, "Let's try swinging!" She always shrank away from the responsibility in case he rejected the reality. Fantasies are fine, but who knows what the reality will bring? After so many conversations about swinging, so many nearly made decisions, and all those fantasies that included imaginary swinging, they had chosen to go ahead. With an overwhelming certainty, she laid back, smiled, and said to herself, "Tonight, I will fuck a roomful of men. I hope I don't disappoint them; my clit is tingling with anticipation!"
       
      Wendy switched on the vibrator, and her hands moved over her breasts, pinching her nipples and then down to her pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth. She rolled the pillows up, tied the belt around, clipped the vibrator into the belt, and climbed on top, sinking the vibrator deep inside her pussy and working herself to another peak. She closed her eyes and started rocking harder and harder. Then, a voice penetrated the action, and John stood naked and erect in front of her. She blushed with embarrassment, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty. He lasted about 10 seconds and then dumped the load down her throat, bringing her to a climax.
       
      John smiled and gently rolled Wendy into his arms. "You looked fantastic when I walked in and found you fucking your brains out with your vibrator on top of those pillows. If I feel as proud of you at the party as I did then and how aroused it made me, I can't wait to watch you fuck the guys. Will you enjoy watching me and sharing my pleasure?"
       
      "Oh yes," she said in her little girl's voice, "I will love watching you; maybe I can do a 69 with her and lick her pussy while you thrust in and out and feel your balls contract when you come inside her."
       
      "Mmmmmm, I wonder if all the girls will be bi? I wonder if I could do a girly threesome? Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get two men to come at the same time inside me. That would be fun too."
       
      "Can I be your vixen tonight and play dirty?" John smiled and spoke softly, the care showing in his voice.
       
      "Babe, we will have a fabulous time together and with other couples or whatever, don't be shy to try what you want, and feel able to say NO if you don't want. Above all, enjoy yourself, and pleasure comes first," she reminded him.
       
      So back to the party! They gathered around a pool table, with the group laughing and joking about the action starting all around. Wendy looked at the two girls on the pool table with their legs over the shoulders of four guys who were licking and sucking nipples, pussies, and one man had her toes in his mouth, sucking them like a breastfeeding baby. Wendy started to pant. She could not get her breath. Her heart was racing, her knees buckled, and she began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. John cried, "What's up! What's up!"
       
      Wendy sank against the woman beside her shaking uncontrollably. The girl instinctively put her arms around Wendy and held her close, supporting Wendy against herself.
       
      "Sushhhhh baby, you are all right!" the woman cooed, "What is worrying you? You don't have to do any of this if you are afraid."
       
      Wendy snuggled against the comforting figure, put her face against the warm, feminine neck, and nuzzled her cheek, kissing it gently. Her hand moved without command to the woman's breast, and she felt the nipple harden as she caressed it gently. The shaking was easing now, and Wendy felt a little bolder. She turned the woman's face towards her, looked into her eyes, and moved forward slowly, anticipating a gentle and subtle kiss. The tongue was not stiff and probing like a man's but gentle, enticing, and exciting. Wendy's free hand moved down to the woman's belly and softly caressed the feminine rounded shape moving slowly downwards to find that sweetly perfumed garden where a secret lotus stem was waiting to be stroked.
       
      Hands caressed breasts and pussy. Now both girls turned on to each other. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen Wendy with another woman, and his cock raged hard inside his pants. As if in a dream, Wendy pushed the girl gently onto the pool table so her bottom was on edge. She bent down, opened her legs, put them on her shoulders, and snuggled her face between them, savoring the beautiful feminine smells and tastes. Gently opening up the inner lips with her tongue, finding her clit and teasing, teasing just off the edge, making her wait for the full pleasure. Female wetness was seeping all over Wendy's face as the girl was getting nearer and nearer to release.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Sure, we would not miss it!" John quickly replied. Mistral said, "Greg told me he saw Wendy walking past him in stockings and suspenders. He said she has a fabulous body, her cunt dripping down her legs, and he wants to fuck her after dinner. You can have Susan and me together if you fancy. It will be a hot night!" With a wide grin, John quickly shot back, "How about six all together in the sauna then?"
       
    • By 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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