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    Semi-Retired Accountant
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    10-years
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  1. My husband and I have an asian friend (Vietnamese) who is now in her 60s. We met her in China Town in Houston a few years back and we were surprised when she agreed to let my husband "take care of her needs" one day. From our talks with her most Asians are just as sexual as the Western World; however, because of their culture that family is everything, they are very reluctant to enter into anything that might be deemed "bad" by the elders of the family. Our Vietnamese friend had no family except for her son (The Vietnam War took care of that for her unfortunately) so she didn't have a family keeping an eye on here. Since her son was raised as an American he didn't care what his mother got herself into, which is how we got involved with her. We have swapped partners with one other couple that had a Vietnamese wife and white husband. She was born and raised here by second generation immigrants and was in her late 30s with two children. Her family lived in another city and weren't a daily influence with her. As a result she was allowed to fulfill her sexual desires and get "boinked" by my husband (while I got a good boinking from her husband). I'm sure that if her family had been nearby she probably wouldn't have done it out of fear of getting caught. Asians are the same as anyone else. They just have the added fear of a powerful family structure that they will not challenge and would literally die rather than disobey or shame them.
  2. I absolutely adore a man to come inside of me (a creampie) but the realities of STDs have ensured that this is a rare pleasure for me.
  3. natalie3442

    Pregnancy Scare

    About eight-years ago I had a pregnancy scare after having an enjoying time of sex with a trusted friend who I had allowed to enter me without a condom. I remember lying back relaxing feeling wonderful as I always do when a man’s sperm is inside my body when I had a sudden realization. I had miscalculated my ovulation date. I sat up in worry and immediately got my calendar out of my purse and checked it out and discovered that the pages were blank. I normally kept a journey of my bodily temperatures, dates, times of my periods, and my predicted ovulation date. I had been doing this for about two –years since getting off of birth control pills to give my body a rest. I had gotten into natural birth control and though it took a bit of work, it hadn’t let me down in these two years. On the days I was unsafe, condoms had to be used. My body was fairly regular in my monthly cycles so I was able to predict fairy accurately when I was ovulating. And my calendar was the key. But I had gotten busy with various things going on in my life and had forgotten to update the calendar with up to date information. I remember about a week before that I had glanced at it and was able to calculate when my safe days were and today was supposed to be one of those. So, I met with a man that my husband and I had known for about a year and we fully trusted him. He was married and had been in the lifestyle with his wife for a few years, but she got sick and her desire for sex all but disappeared because of the medication she was on. We had known both of them and had swapped spouses times before she had gotten ill. When she began to lose her sexual desire she came to me and asked if I would help take care of her husband’s sexual needs. I talked it over with my husband and he was fine with it, so about once every two weeks or so I would go to his home and have sex. I enjoyed the sex with him very much since it was with a good friend that I trusted. He was a very patient lover who knew how to pleasure a woman and I was never disappointed. But on that fateful night I had been so busy with my daughter’s school activities and a huge project at work that I made my miscalculation and was about to make a mistake. When I arrived I found that his wife was gone for the evening as usual (she normally left us alone on the days we met) and we didn’t waste time but went to the guest bedroom to begin our sexual encounter. We began to have sex and when he was about to enter me he asked if he should wear a condom and I told him that I was safe and to go ahead without it. I then felt him pushing inside of me and I enjoyed the absolutely good pounding he gave me. When I’m stressed I find that though I don’t feel like sex as much, my orgasms are more intense and they have a healing effect on me. This was no exception and as he moved between my legs I had a very powerful orgasm that made me cry out loudly. I normally don’t moan or cry out in passion because of my daughters and have trained myself to be quiet, but in this case I just couldn’t help myself. When the pleasure subsided I found that my stress was completely gone and I felt so relaxed. It was then that I asked the husband to go ahead and “fill me up” which he proceeded to do with great eagerness. As I laid there with this man on top of me with my orgasm still a faint echo in my body, I felt him make his release inside me and flood me with his sperm. I was in heaven at this point and nothing could get me out of my “zone.” Well we relaxed in each others arms for a bit and that’s when my brain kicked in and I sat up in panic. I quickly reached for my purse and pulled open my calendar and checked the dates. For some reason I had miscalculated and I was at the beginning of my ovulation cycle rather than a few days from it. I rushed to the bathroom and took a shower and tried to wash his sperm out of me, which was a shame since part of my pleasure is to walk around for a few hours knowing another man’s sperm is inside of me. Well I might get my wish and more if I get pregnant and be walking around with another man’s child inside of me instead. I told him what had happened and he seemed very concerned. I left for home and when I arrived I told my husband what had happened and I took a hot bath and gave myself a good cleaning out. I was very worried for a while but when my period finally came right on time I was so relieved I wanted to cry. I went ahead and got back on birth control pills since I didn’t want that to happen again and stayed on them until about two-years ago when I was certain I wasn’t ovulating any longer. Two years later I don’t think I have to worry about any pregnancies any longer which really makes sex even better for me. No more lingering doubts if I’m safe or not. A few weeks later I was back at the home of the husband and wife’s on my back in the guest bedroom groaning and shuddering as his sperm flowed inside of me; however, this time it was caught inside a condom. Even though I was on birth control I didn’t trust it just yet until it had time to work in my body. The things I do for sex.
  4. As much sex as I have now with many different men (over 200 to my amazement) I really wasn’t that sexually experienced when I got married. I had sex with a total of five men before my husband but none of those were long term. Six months was the longest for two of my relationships where I was getting sex on a regular basis. One of those was while I was in the US Air Force in 1983 to 1984 at the American base at RAF Lakenheath. I was stationed at the base as a lieutenant in charge of an administration unit and had met a fellow officer named Mac who was a weapons officer for an F-111 bomber/fighter. He was basically the co-pilot in charge of the weapon system of the aircraft. He was very handsome and dashing and I fell for him fairly quickly after we first met at an Officer’s Club function. I was still of a prude when it came to sex and didn’t want to hop into bed with him after just one date though. He didn’t push things and we went out a total of three times before I found myself agreeing to visit his home in his little rented bungalow (an English one story detached home) in the nearby town of Mildenhall so he could cook me dinner. He brought me over and we both knew that the evening would end in sex. It was a cold evening but the warmth and comfort that his home offered made me feel secure and happy. Mac cooked dinner as promised and afterward we retired to his sitting room and watched a movie on his television. He sat next to me and held my hand. It was so romantic. As the night progressed we began to kiss on his sofa during the movie and his hands got bolder as we progressed. By the end of the movie his hands were rubbing my breasts and I have to admit I was feeling very stimulated. I’ve always had a very high sex drive which is why this lifestyle works so well for me. I don’t think my husband could keep up with me which would only lead to sexual frustration on my part if I didn’t have constant relief. I’m not a big masturbater and prefer sexual intercourse as my relief valve. I was no different back in 1983, but I had to learn to live with no sex for long periods of time. I didn’t masturbate at all back then, so my tension levels were always high, but since I didn’t know how to release it I just learned to live with it. It had been over a year since I last was intimate with a man so I was very tightly wound up like a spring about to break. So, when Mac began to touch my breasts my juices began flowing with all that pent up energy inside of me waiting to be released. When the movie ended I were too busy feeling good to notice and it wasn’t until Mac stopped so he could turn off the television with his remote (yes we had those back in the 80s) that I realized that it was still on. He then took my hand, pulled me up and lead me to his bedroom. We sat down on his bed and continued with our make out session, but now the clothing was coming off slowly. Before we went any further, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was self-conscious of possible smells and odors I might make and wanted to be clean “downstairs.” I did a quick wash of my private parts and then put on a fresh pair of panties that I had put in my purse “just in case” and returned to the bedroom. We continued where we had left off and our clothing slowly came off both of us until we were both naked and we then crawled underneath his thick covers and cuddled. We talked for a bit and then I felt his hand between my legs also felt wonderful. He didn’t do oral sex, which was fine with me since I preferred intercourse, but continued to stimulate my clitoris with just his finger until I was soaking wet. As his finger was rubbing my clitoris, Mac suddenly asked if I was on birth control. I told him that I wasn’t and that he would need to wear a condom. He asked when I had my last period and when I told him he figured out in his head that I was safe but said that he would pull out before he came. Being young and naive, I agreed but I was very worried about this because I didn’t want a miscalculation and find myself pregnant. We continued the foreplay and I finally got to feel his penis and I couldn’t get my hand around it since it was so thick. I cringed at the thought of stuffing that thing inside of me but put the worry out of my head and just lived for the moment. Soon I felt him pushing me onto my back before mounting me. He didn’t enter me right away but continued to kiss my breasts, making me feel very good. I then felt the tip of his penis at my entrance and braced myself for it. I assumed I would feel pain since I’ve never been stretched open so wide. He was circumcised and as the head of his penis entered me slowly I felt my entrance stretching like it had never stretched before. I did feel a twinge of pain but it quickly subsided and was replaced by pleasure. As he pushed in deeper and deeper the pleasure increased and I sighed my relief as I realized that there would be no pain. He started thrusting once he was inside of me all the way and it felt good. In fact, I actually orgasmed fairly quickly thanks to my pent up state and for his penis hitting me in all the right spots. The intensity of the orgasm took me by surprise, and I remember loudly crying out in pleasure which startled Mac a bit. He stopped to make sure I was ok before he continued moving. As my orgasm subsided I felt so wonderfully relaxed and began to wonder why I didn’t have sex more often as it was a great stress buster. Mac continued in the missionary position for a bit longer before he got off of me and switched positions to doggie style. I don’t like this position as much since I love to be held and face the man I’m being intimate with. This position is so impersonal, but it still felt good, especially since he was able to stimulate my clitoris with his hand during this time. I was feeling very good when he stopped to switch positions again, which was a disappointment since the pleasure was subsiding. This time he maneuvered me to be on top of him and once I was there I reached down to find his penis and put it at my entrance and then sat down on him. He went inside of me very easily since I was still very stimulated and turned on. But I still would have rather been taken in the missionary position. A large part of sex for me is being touched, held, and caroused, along with the feeling and security of a man on top of you in control of things. Being on top, or in the doggie style, while sexually satisfying in itself if you’re seeking an orgasm, can be somewhat impersonal when you just yearn for the physical closeness of a man. I then concentrated on my next orgasm. His hands massaging my breasts, which helped, and it took maybe five minutes of concentration for me to have another orgasm. Though not as intensive as the first orgasm, it was very good nevertheless. He let me relax for a few moments before he got me back onto my back and mounted me. I felt his penis enter me and he was soon inside me with his entire length. I knew that he was going to go for it and make his release inside of me and that’s when my worrying began. I asked him if he was sure about me not ovulating and he told me not to worry and that everything was going to be all right. I remember lying there really worried about this. My sexual urges had been cooled down and my brain was starting to kick in again, but I knew I was stuck and couldn’t do anything about it. Though he did say he was going to pull out of me just before he came, so I pinned my hopes on that. He continued moving inside of me but I saw that his face was very intense and knew he was getting close. Then I felt his thrusting getting deeper and I heard him groaning. If he was going to pull out now was the time. But he didn’t. Instead I felt his penis pulsating and sperm being released inside of me. I did ask him why he didn’t pull out as he had promised and he was panting saying that he was sorry but that I was so stimulating that he couldn’t stop (so it was my fault? I thought). I normally like to relax and be cuddled after sex, but now I just wanted to get cleaned up. I went to the bathroom and tried to clean myself out the best I could. I ran a bath and prayed that I got all of his sperm out of my body. It’s a shame really because I very much enjoy having a man’s sperm inside of me after sex when there is no chance of a pregnancy or an STD. I felt upset but was able to calm myself down. When I returned to the bedroom Mac was relaxing in bed and patted for me to sit down next to him. He gave me a kiss and told me he was sorry and that it wouldn’t happen again. He then tried to reassure me that I wasn’t going to get pregnant but in the back of my mind I felt betrayed. Though I didn’t want to, I spent the night with Mac since I had no way home There was no hanky panky during the night but in the morning I was awakened by his fingers between my legs trying to get me stimulated. As I woke up I remembered what had happened the night previously and didn’t want to add to my pregnancy changes. I knew he was very still very horny and it would be hard to say no to him, so I took a protective measure to make sure that his sperm didn’t enter my vagina. I turned to him and gave him a blow job with the intention of having him orgasm inside my mouth. He seemed surprised but laid back and enjoyed himself. When he told me he was coming I think he assumed I would stop and he would then mount me for a repeat of last night, but I kept on sucking. He then let out a moan and came inside of my mouth while I continued sucking him until he was dry. I then took him out of my mouth and swallowed his sperm. He was both amazed and happy that I did this and took this to mean I really cared for him. I don’t know how he would have felt had he know the real reason I took him in my mouth: I didn’t want to get pregnant and this was the safest way. After relaxing we got dressed and went out for breakfast on the base and then I went home. My period came as normal, and I was so relieved! I knew that I needed to get back on birth control so I could prevent something like this happening again. I made an appointment for myself that week at the clinic and got onto the pill once again. I continued seeing Mac but didn’t have sex with him until I the birth control was fully implemented. After that we began to have regular sex at least twice a week and when he came inside of me I was able to enjoy the feeling of his sperm. The betrayal I felt didn’t go away though and it definitely hurt our long term relationship. But the sex was good and he was fun to go out with so I let things go as they were. My future husband Steven was on the horizon of my life but I didn’t know it yet. It would take some drama in my life with Mac before I was able to hook up with the love of my life and the only man that I gave the right to impregnate me with my two daughters.
  5. I prefer circumcised just because the head of the penis is a bit more fluffed out and bigger so when it enters me it stretches my entrance a bit more which gives me a bit more pleasure. But once it is inside me all the way, there is no difference to me. Natalie
  6. In my ten-years of swinging, the oldest man I've been intimate with was 69-years old when I was 41. The 69-year old was the husband of a 67-year old woman that we met at a party and wound up going home with them. It was really for my husband who has a great sexual attraction to older woman. Make that an older Asian woman and he goes absolutely nuts. We arrived at their house knowing that it was for sex and they seemed genuinely happy to have us over. I got the feeling that they didn't have much action with younger couples since they did look their age. I didn't tell them that we were here because of my husband's fetish, and let things go as they may. We didn't jump right into bed but to make a long story short, we ended up switching partners and going into different bedrooms. This was the first time I was with a man that needed to take a Viagra but he did and I have to admit that it does work fairly good. He took it moments before we entered the guest bedroom. He wasn't ashamed of taking it and even told me so. He said that it took about a half an hour to kick in which would give him enough time for foreplay. I didn't argue but I did notice that he didn't have an erection when we disrobed. He was very slow and patient and there was nothing wrong with his tongue and I did have an orgasm. He fondled my breasts, kissed my body (but he never kissed me on the lips) and stimulated my clitoris while we waited for the Viagra to kick in. I was able to witness his penis getting stiffer as things progressed but it was still fairly slow and I wasn't used to a man not having an erection when he was with me. He must have suspected that I was getting impatient because he went ahead and gave me oral sex again and brought me to another orgasm. This must have done it for him because when I next check his penis was very erect and ready for action. By this time I was hearing the man's wife moaning in the other room (when we swing in different room, we insist that the doors remain open) and knew my husband was enjoying himself. Once I saw that he was ready, I got onto my back and waiting for him to mount me. He put on a condom, got on top of me and positioned himself. I adjusted myself to his weight before I grabbed hold of him and positioned the tip of his penis on my entrance. His penis was fairly thick (which I like in a man since he is able to stimulate certain areas inside of me) and I was looking forward to having him inside of me. I felt him pushing and I let go and enjoyed the sensation of a stranger's penis entering me. I felt my vagina lips stretching to let him in and I felt a twinge of pleasure as he slowly pushed in deeper and deeper. I was impressed with the Viagra since it was definitely making him hard and he was keeping his erection. He made it all the way inside of me before he started thrusting and I began to feel the pleasure building up inside of me. Unfortunately he wasn't able to last very long in the missionary position before tiring so we changed positions so I could get on top. I positioned myself on top of him and sat down on his still erect penis. From the next room I could hear the mattress squeaking from my husband's thrusting into this man's wife. I slid down until he was all the way inside of me and then I started moving up and down. I hate to say it but I had to close my eyes and fantasize a bit since this mature gentleman just wasn't doing it for me. But it worked and I was able to maneuver his penis to strike and rub in the right places and I soon felt my orgasm building up. When I came it felt wonderful as always and I rested on top of him for a few moments. I then asked him to come inside of me (men love to hear that) and asked him which position he wanted to use. He got me into the spooning position and went at it with all his might. After about ten-minutes I realized that he was having problems ejaculating but didn't know what to do. I decided to lay there and let him work things out. He was really concentrating and I felt him thrusting with all of his might. It was quiet next door and I guessed that my husband and the man's wife were through. I waited as he continued to move inside of me and then I heard him say that it was coming and I waited for the feel of his pulsating penis as it released its sperm, but I didn't feel it. Instead I heard him grunting and give me two quick thrusts before stopping. He quickly got up and started rubbing his leg. He said that he had a cramp in his leg that needed stretching to stop the pain. I laid there still naked watching him and his rapidly shrinking penis. I was curious if he had actually had an orgasm so I reached out and took off his condom and saw that indeed there was a small amount of sperm inside. After he recovered we got dressed and met my husband and the wife downstairs. We chatted for a few minutes and then left. I asked my husband how things went and he told me the sex was great and the wife seemed very satisfied. I told him about the husband and we both had a laugh. When we stopped at a stop light he reached over and kissed me and told me thanks for taking one for the team. The things I do for my husband! Natalie
  7. This happened last year when I was at the ripe young age of 49. In this stage of our swinging adventure, my husband and I have settled on what makes up both very happy. I love sex with other men and he loves to watch. However, there are many times when he is not around (out of town on business) and he gives me permission to find someone if he can at least listen on the phone form his hotel room. Last year, I was at a bookstore chain going through some books my daughter had asked me to get for her college class that she couldn't seem to find. I was in the biography section which was near the science area when I bumped into a nice young man named Josh. We exchanged pleasantries and we got to talking and he soon invited me for coffee at the coffee bar inside the store. I accepted and we had a nice conversation. I liked his mind and his way of thinking. He was also very handsome and was involved in athletics at college. As we talked, I got a wicked idea in my head about bringing him home, but quickly put it aside. I didn't want to corrupt this nice young man. He saw my wedding ring and asked about my husband and I told him that he was an engineer and that he was out of town for the week. I confessed that I was a bit scared at night without him and he jokingly said that he wouldn't mind staying over to protect me. I laughed and told him that I would think about it and we continued talking. I could tell that he was attracted to me so I tried to put him off by mentioning my age and that I was probably older than his own mother. He said that he was but that didn't bother him at all. We had an awkward silence for a moment and then I told him I needed to go. He walked me to my car and I could tell he was trying to work up the courage to ask me something. I let him stutter for a few moments before stopping him and told him I would love to cook a dinner for him at my home. He was shocked at what I had said but he quickly accepted and we set the date for that night. I think of myself as a fairly good judge of character and didn't think I was inviting over a murderer or rapist. I've never had a problem in all these years. I gave him my address and left. I then texted my husband to tell him that I might get lucky that night and needed to talk to him. He called me back a few minutes later and I told him what I had arranged and he quickly told me to go for it and that he was amazed at how I was still attracting such young men. I told him to go to hell (jokingly) and then told him I would call him later with updates and I went to the store to buy what was needed for dinner that night. I could go on and on about the preparations I made, but then you would get bored. Let's just say that Josh arrived at my home on time and was very pleased to find me answering the door. I answered the door wearing a long dress in a single piece and flip flops. My cleavage was showing. He seemed even more pleased when he found out that I was truly alone except for my dog, who is in fact a very good judge of what people are on the inside. One bark form my dog and out he would have gone. when no bark came I relaxed and offered him a glass of wine to calm down. We ate dinner and then did some more talking. We had been flirting all evening and it was obvious that we were going to end up in bed together. I had told him about sexual lifestyle that my husband and I had chosen, which only went to cement his intentions of getting me into bed. To cut the story short, we flirted and I touched him on his leg. I complained that my feet were sore and asked if he would give me a massage. He then gave me a wonderful rub and I let his hands explore my legs as he inched higher and higher. I then decided to take the bull by the horns and I reached for him and pulled him on top of me and kissed him. If he had resisted I would have let go immediately, but he didn't and we kissed there on the living room couch for probably 15 minutes. I let his hands explore my body and they got bolder and bolder and soon they reached my breasts. When I didn't complain he started to rub my breasts which felt good and I moan lightly. I then told him that I wanted him to take a shower and got up and escorted him to the master bedroom bathroom and turned the water on for him. It was about 8 p.m. at the time and while he was busy showering, I called my husband and gave him a report. I then told him I would leave the phone on and on the night stand so he could hear what was going on. It's also a safety precaution I like to take also as well as a source of great enjoyment for my husband. My other safety precaution is my dog. One scream of terror and my dog would have taken care of him before he could do anything to do. Of course my dog has had to learn how to tell the differences between my scream of passion and terror. To date no one has gotten bitten. When he got out he was wearing a towel. I told him to dry off and I would take a shower. I got in, had a quick clean before drying off and getting into my sexy black teddy. I came out and his eyes were bug eyed as he looked at me. I decided not to tell him about the open telephone line to my husband. I didn't want to spook him off. I got into bed with him and we continued kissing. When I took a hold of his penis for a moment, I felt that it was rock hard and a bit thicker than normal. I knew that he wasn't going to last very long and I really wanted to have an enjoyable time, so I made a decision. Since he was so young, he could orgasm and be recovered for another round in less than an hour. What I wanted was for him to give me oral and then go at it and make his release inside of me. We would then relax and when he was ready we could go again, but his time much slower and with more patience on his part. I told him what I wanted and he readily agreed. I knew my husband had also heard my plan from the open phone. We continued kissing and then I maneuvered myself onto my back and let him begin kissing my body from my neck to my lower regions. He did a good job and it felt nice and I let a few moans escape my mouth when he got near my vagina hair line. Yes, I do have hair between the legs. A lot actually. I keep it under control but do not shave it. My husband loves it hairy and so do a lot of men I've been with. He began to lick me and I instructed him exactly where to lick and how much pressure he needed to apply. Though he wasn't a virgin, he still needed instruction. He found the right spot and with my encouragement he was able to bring me to an orgasm. I relaxed for a moment and then asked him to open up the night stand and take out a condom. He quickly complied and I asked for him to hand it to me. I then opened it up and rolled it on his very erect penis. I then got onto my back and told him to enter me. He mounted me and I felt his penis fumbling around near my entrance. I reached down, took hold of him and placed the tip at my entrance (I have to do this with quite a few men I've found). As he pushed inside of me I felt my vagina lips being stretched and I felt pleasure. I love the first moments when a man enters me. The head of the penis entering me feels wonderful. Once he was inside of me he began moving between my legs. He actually lasted longer than I expected and I was actually starting to feel very good when I heard him grunting as he came to an orgasm. I felt his penis pulsating and knew that he was releasing his sperm. He thrusted a few more times before stopping. Sweat was dripping off his chin so I reached up and wiped it off and then held him to me. I absolutely adore a man being inside of me and Josh was no exception. I then let him get off of me and let him rest. I reminded him that it wasn't over yet and he smiled and told me he was looking forward to round two. I took off his condom to throw it away and saw that he had filled it quite high. I wrapped it in a piece of toilet paper and then threw it into the trash. I had also taken my phone and quietly told my husband what was going on and that I would call him back so he could listen when we started up again. I returned to bed and we talked as I played with his penis which was slowly getting harder. I got up and excused myself and took my phone and called my husband again and told him to get ready and then returned to bed. He was interested again and we began kissing and touching and this time he was definitely slower than before and was taking his time. About an hour later I was moaning as my orgasm swept over me. Josh was on top of me moving between my legs. I could tell that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer and whispered that I wanted him to come inside of me. That's all it took and I felt his pace quickening and his penis pulsating as he had his orgasm. He was absolutely exhausted. I got my phone whispered to my husband that it was over and turned it off. It was about 2 a.m. I normally don't allow men to spend the night with me but in this case I let him since it was so late that I felt sorry for him. Plus, since my husband wasn't home I really did feel scared without a man beside me in bed. We both went to sleep. In the morning we had a quickie and I then made him breakfast before he left. Natalie
  8. More times than not my husband tags along (at least for the sex so he can watch)
  9. Sparkstar I definitely agree about what you said about Hayley loving the feeling of a man releasing his sperm inside of her. That is probably the greatest feeling in the world for me which is also why it's a curse. I hate condoms because they prevent this but I'm just too scared of an STD. As I said before, there are a few men that I trust enough for bareback sex, but I wish it were more. I'm waiting for the invention of a miracle pill that will banish all sickness and infections with one dose. But then the condom making factories will go out of business.
  10. Still, imagine having to live with the thought that you can end up in jail for something that is not a crime for civilians.
  11. Well I'm sure that in the military of 1988 you would have been found guilty of Unbecoming an Officer or something like that. I'm glad that things have relaxed a bit.
  12. My husband's fetish is feet. Mine is another man's sperm inside of me. My "creampie" fetish is a very, very rare treat for me since there are only a few trusted men I allow to be inside of me without a condom. I'm too afraid of an STD. But in that rare occassion, it easily pushes me over the cliff of orgasms. If only the world was perfect and all STDs gone. Then watch out world, here I come!
  13. I was a lieutenant in the US Air Force in the 1980s. My husband was a captain and we were both stationed together at RAF Lakenheath which is in the United Kingdom some 60 miles northeast of London. I was in charge of an administration unit at the base hospital while my husband dealt with weapondry of mass destruction that the F-111 bomber/jets at RAF Lakenheath were to deliver to the Soviet Union. We met and married in the UK and a small bungalow (small house) off base in the city of Ely. The large cathederal could be seen in our backyard as it was only a half mile away. We led a very nice life (before the kids) and liked to go out with other couples, both British and Americans. Though we were not involved in swinging at the time we did hear rumors about something called "key parties" that occurred between some Air Force officers. We were intrigued when we learned what they were (which I have to admit was the very first seed of our future sexual journey). They involved couples going to a normal party and putting their car/house keys into a bowl. Later in the evening the woman would fish out a set of keys and go home with the owner of the keys. I know that these parties were highly illegal for military members but I never heard of anyone actually being brought up on charges for it. For those having never served, the military has its own justice system (the UCMJ) which is very strict and has far fewer rights than normal citizens. The US Constitution allows for this different justice system for the military. Wheras Adultry is not a crime in the outside world, you can be jailed for it in the military. A few years ago the first female B-52 pilot was given a bad conduct discharge for having sex with the civilian husband of an enlisted woman. I remember there was outrage over her sentence and people pointed out that she didn't commit a crime in the civilian world. But they were very wrong and her conviction was upheld and she was discharged. That being said, swinging (or key parties) are looked upon the military as a crime. That's why I was absolutely afraid to even think about doing this. Of course I wasn't ready for it at the time anyway, so it didn't matter, but I probably wouldn't have done it even if my lusts were raging because of the consequences. So I was amazed about hearing of these key parties and wondered if the military would come down on them. I guess no one talked or gave evidence because there was never an investigation (at least I didn't hear of one) while I was there. I have no connections with the military today. Does anyone know if this is still true today? Could a military couple swing and not be punished with possible jail time? Natalie
  14. it was pretty much a mutual thing, though my husband actually brought up the subject.
  15. It took about a year of discussions, in and out of bed for us to decide to take the plunge.
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