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Mr. Hrnycpl here. I had to tell someone, so i figured this was the right place. We had our first "encounter" over this past weekend, and to be totally honest, I don't think this lifestyle is for us, mostly me. My sister offered to take our son overnight, so with that in mind, we figured we would visit wifeys sister and go out and have some fun. She lives a couple of hours away, and we usually take our son with us to see his auntie, but with the sitter already arranged, we figured we would go out and have some fun (and be able to sleep in the following morning).

 

This is a bit of a long read.

 

Ok, cut to how we ended up with our encounter. We went to a local bar that sister-in-law frequents. We had been there once before and were very comfortable there because of the nice people there. Well, one couple we had become friendly with on the last visit, knew that there was a possibility of some sort of swapping. Needless to say we hit it off with them after the first visit (nothing happened then), so with this second meeting we were even more comfortable. So we are at a bar, so obviously we are drinking and shooting pool (looser buys a round of Cuervo shots for the 4 of us), and we all get to that friendly feel good part of drinking....really nice buzz, borderlining on flat out drunk, which is not really a problem since we don't drink all that often. But we were cutting loose for an evening, so we figured that we owed it to ourselves to have some fun.

 

Well the night goes on and we continue to have a really great time with sis-in-law and our new friends up until the bar closes. Soon before the bar closes, sis-in-law leaves to go home and we are pretty much right behind her. Wifey is pretty drunk, but very coherent. She's your typical fun drinker who loves everyone the more she drinks. So all night, she's flashing her boobs at people and just having a fun time. So I go to check on sis-in-law (she was waiting for us in the car talking on cell phone) and let her know that we would be home later (she knows of our curiosity with the lifestyle). So wifey rides with the guy in the couple. He is "D" and she is "T". Anyway, as I was leaving the bar to go check on sis-in-law, i tell wifey, that she can kiss D if she wants to (they had already invited us back to their place). When I come back into the bar, she's making out with D. No problem, except for T is saying to wifey, that its not fair, and that if she keeps kissing her husband, that she will have to kiss me. T goes ahead and kiss me (it was ok, nothing to write home about though). This goes on for a few minutes and then we decide to leave the bar. I go and ride with T and we are talking, you know, general conversation. We get to their house and T pays their sitter and the sitter leaves. No sooner had the door closed behind the babysitter, and wifey was behind T, kissing her neck and rubbing her boobs.

 

The rest just seemed to happen really fast. We make our way back to their bedroom and wifey sits on the bed. D starts kissing wifey again and has his hand down the front of her pants. I start kissing T and she quickly gets my pants down and goes into giving me a blowjob. I look up and D has moved down to remove wifeys pants and underwear and is giving her oral. T stops blowing me and goes to help D with the oral on wifey. That goes on for a few minutes, while at the same time, T is stroking my cock. Then she goes back to blowing me and D gets into a 69 with wifey. I get T's pants and underwear off and go to give her oral. She suggests going into another room. I agree. Well she sits on follows me out, and puts in a "movie." Well she turns around so I can have her from behind and i get a few strokes into it and then I go limp.....damn brain. I start thinking. I can hear wifey getting the crap pounded out of her and she's moaning. So I figure that hell, at least one of us can get some action. T keeps trying to get me hard again, but by now, I am freaked out and even more nervous than I originally was. So she walks me back to wifey and tells D to let us have some time alone....well, the damage was already done for me. I couldn't get it back up. So now i am sitting there and wifey's face is buried in the bed. I am saying that she needs to get up so we can leave (silently freaking the hell out now!). I can hear D and T going at it in their living room. D comes back to see if he can get another run at wifey, and I tell him not just yet, so he goes back out to T and finishes with her. The entire time I am just trying to get wifey up so we can get dressed and leave. But she was pretty drunk still and wouldn't move. Well, after what seemed like forever, she finally moved and slowly got dressed and we said our goodbyes and left. She asked me was I mad, and I wasn't, I was just freaked out that I got nervous, and that she was soo drunk that she wouldn't move for a while.

 

We got lost driving home and when we finally did get back to sis-in-laws house, it was close to 5am. Wifey goes to pee and I go in the bathroom to wash my face. Well, now I have no problem getting it up, so I banged wifey against the sink for what seemed like forever. Then we moved to the spare bedroom where we kept going at it. But eventually wifey was sooo tired that she just had me stop, because she could barely keep her eyes open.

 

She left the room to go sleep on the couch (it was a twin bed in the spare room) and I slept on the spare bed. Well tried to sleep. I woke up at about 9:30 am and realized that my cell phone and wallet had fallen out of my pockets at D and T's house. So now I am back to freaking out again and I go wake wifey to tell her. She can see that I am freaked out, and asks me whats wrong. Turns out that she was sooo drunk, she doesn't remember getting it on with D. So I gave her the rundown of the past evening's events. Now she's not freaked out, just surprised at what went down. We realized that if we have to get that drunk to actually do anything, then we probably shouldn't be doing anything to begin with. My penis won't let me do anything that I am not ready for, therefore he goes limp when I think too much. And thats what happened. If we had all stayed in the same room, i probably wouldn't have had a chance to think, but I got up and went into another room, which gave me a chance to think, and therefore couldn't keep an erection. I was really embarassed and freaked out all at the same time. I can't stop thinking about what happened though. Like it was a turn on, and a turn off all at the same time.

 

Wifey knows me very very well, and could tell i was bothered by something, so I explained to her what was going on with me. Thats when we decided that it was probably a good idea for us to just have that one experience and keep it at that.

 

Lots of things just didn't go as planned. We had agreed that since she's curious about being with another woman, that I would just watch. Well other than some kissing, thats the extent of her interaction with another woman. We also had agreed (when we were sober) that she and the other woman would experience each other and that the men would watch until invited to join. Well with us being drunk, none of that happened, and all the rules we thought we had in place, kind of went out the window.

 

I just feel a bit guilty because if I hadn't given her the green light to kiss D, that none of this would have happened. I mean, it was fun at first, but now I am not so sure if it was a good idea.

 

Am I having normal thoughts and feelings? Because it was fun in the beginning, but in the end, it wasn't. I mean, wifey was supposed to finally see what its like to be with another woman, and she really didn't get that opportunity.

 

Fortunately, D and T are a cool couple and we could probably still hang out with them without any sexual interaction. At least thats the vibe I got the next day when we had to get my wallet and cell phone back. I think what freaks me out the most is the lack of control that we used in that situation.

 

Sorry for the long read....but I just had to get it off of my chest.

 

Any comments or insight is completely welcome. I would love to hear what anyone here has to say about our experience.

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Am I having normal thoughts and feelings?

 

Yep...

 

In many ways, this was just like our first experience. We didn't separate and we weren't as drunk as you two seemed to have been - but much of the rest is the same.

 

You both need to step back - reasess your feelings about the lifestyle - and if you decide to try again, learn from your many mistakes this time around (less alcohol, same room play next time, more discretion, etc.)

 

The lifestyle is about mistakes - they are inevitable. Bad experiences are par for the course - it is how we come up with our best rules, frankly. But - this may be very much a sign that the lifestyle isn't for you. There is nothing wrong with that. Better to find a new hobby than a new wife :D

 

Spoomonkey

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It's kind of like when you first learned to drive. Just because you made a lot of mistakes didn't mean driving wasn't for you,.. it just meant you were a new driver. Same thing with swinging. As you go along, you'll probably find youself in some sticky situations, and perhaps the lifestyle really isn't for you, but it sounds like you guys got a little ahead of yourselves and your original rules. I think nearly every couple in the lifestyle has had some similar situation, especially early on. It's not fun, which is why we've decided that we won't let it happen again.

 

The one thing that we've learned is if it feels like it's happening too fast for you, then slow down. Most playmates will understand, and if they don't......oh well! But, the playmates won't know how you're feeling unless you communicate it to them.

 

Really, this just sounds like a newbie mistake. Nothing to beat yourself up over. Just learn from it and move on.

 

Pepper

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Am I the only one that realized from the way this story was sounding that they were both flat out drunk when they drove home? :nono:

 

Got lost on the way home eh? At least you made it home alive.

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Thanks for the replies girls and guys. I don't know if I will get up my nerve to try again. I am easily traumatized (sp?) when my "unit" fails. Thanks to the kind replies here, i do feel better about things. If we do, I think that we will be a LOT slower and a LOT more careful (not nearly as many drinks or shots). And yeah, we were still drunk when we drove home. Not something we normally do, but with me freaking out, all I wanted to do was get out of there before anything else embarassing happened. Not the smartest thing I have ever done, and definitely something i am not proud of.

 

If the situation does present itself again, we will just go slow, because up until my "failure," we were having a really good time. Fortunately, I think this is a couple we could still remain friends with, and not have to take our clothes off.

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Thanks for the replies girls and guys. I don't know if I will get up my nerve to try again. I am easily traumatized (sp?) when my "unit" fails. Thanks to the kind replies here, i do feel better about things. If we do, I think that we will be a LOT slower and a LOT more careful (not nearly as many drinks or shots). And yeah, we were still drunk when we drove home. Not something we normally do, but with me freaking out, all I wanted to do was get out of there before anything else embarassing happened. Not the smartest thing I have ever done, and definitely something i am not proud of.

 

If the situation does present itself again, we will just go slow, because up until my "failure," we were having a really good time. Fortunately, I think this is a couple we could still remain friends with, and not have to take our clothes off.

 

 

Unit failure seems to be a VERY common problem with new swingers. I'd love to tell you I had the same problem and how I fixed it, but I'd be lying, thats never been an issue for us.

 

What is an issue is we screwed up and did seperate rooms our first time, and I was so worried about what the wife was doing that I rushed what I was doing, most likely seemed like a jerk, and prob ruined what could have been long term friends. We all made mistakes, some we didn't even know where mistakes until much later. I still smack myself in the forehead for that one.

 

So while your experiance seems pretty awful, it wasn't awful because of swinging, but because of the mistakes you made in too much to drink, seperate rooms, going to fast, etc.

 

It doesn't sound like jealousy or the like is your problem here (and I had a bit of that too) so I wouldn't give up but just live and learn from it.

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Don't be to freaked out. The issues you had are not completely uncommon, and it sounds like you and your wife are working through what happened. From my perspective here is some things that went wrong.

 

First, too much to drink. It really impaired your judgement (as you figured out) and it can also play a huge roll in maintaining your erection.

 

Second, playing seperate your first time. All was pretty cool when you could see your wife, but not knowing what's going on and hearing her going at it can be a pretty daunting thing. That certainly didn't help with your performance.

 

By the way, performance anxiety is not uncommon. If you decide to continue in the Lifestyle you will find it fades away as you become more comfortable.

 

It sounds like "T" was pretty sensitive to this fact. "D" might have been thinking with the little head too much, but he backed-off and didn't push it further. It sounds like they handled it pretty well themselves.

 

I don't know if swinging will be for you in the future or not, but it doesn't sound like it isn't a possibility. You had it pretty well worked-out, but a little too much liquid courage fogged your judgement and you lost sight of the prize. If there is a next time (and from what you wrote I think there will be :rolleyes: ) stay allot more sober and stay in control. Stay together and enjoy the experience together. You've done nothing wrong, just a newbie mistake tha is very correctable.

 

Good luck, and thanks for sharing your experience.

 

Mr. WS

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I think you wrote a great post and did a fine job of explaining your evening.

 

What I first noticed is that there was no anger, no blaming, in your post. You and your wife seem to mutually feel that your first swing was off course and not as you both had hoped. You're in agreement. That's great! :D To me, this is a sign that continuing to pursue swinging could probably work for you.

 

You experienced some of the most common discoveries people make with their first swing: 1) Drank too much and shouldn't have. 2) Played in different rooms. 3) Didn't stick to your original guidelines.

 

Number 1 is easy, don't drink so much next time.

 

Number 2 is easy, stay in the same room until you become more experienced and comfortable with playing separately, if you do decide to even try separate rooms again.

 

Number 3 is easy too, it is natural to find yourself changing plans on the spur. What is great with you two is that you both agreed to those changes when they occured. The guidelines you start with are usually changed and updated with experience.

 

Please don't give up. Take a time out. Discuss every feeling you have, you'll feel better and will likely be ready to try swinging again. That's my guess.

 

Oh, and failing to keep an erection up when starting out is so common that you shouldn't give that another thought. :kissface:

 

LM

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I am not knowledgeable in the lifestyle as many of you are, but I can say one thing. Driving drunk is a terrible idea, someone can die, and having your first swing experience while being that drunk is almost as bad. This experience tells me you two must have a good marriage to come out of it the way you have, but how can you assess your ability to swing when you were under the influence that heavily.

I would say you shouldn't totally abandon the idea, just use a limited alcohol rule before you ever consider a little extracurriculal activity again.

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Your thoughts and feelings are normal. Let me ask you..

 

Why do you feel it isn't for your?

 

Do you really think you HAD to get drunk to swing? Or is that just the way it went down this time?

 

Were either of you upset or jealous about what happened?

 

Swinging isn't for everyone but don't let one experience that didn't go the way you expected (and this is why we always say don't have expectations - because things NEVER go the way you expect) let you decide that the whole thing is not for you. If swinging is something you are still interested in, then examine what it was about the night that you didn't care for and don't let things go that way again.

 

Drinking: If swinging might even be a possibility you should not let yourselves get drunk. And when you don't drink often it takes even less to get you drunk. If you are so drunk that you can't remember what you did the next day then you are way too drunk to be having sex with anyone.

 

Seperate Rooms: This definately isn't for everyone. Examine how this was for you. Did you feel like you were missing something?

 

Going Soft: There are two major causes for this in your story and I'd bet that the bigger one was the alchohol but that the situation (the newness of it) didn't help at all either.

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Hi Mr. Hornycpl, I agree with all of the great advice you got.

 

Drinking definitely impairs many things, including your ability to guide things the way you want them to go, and very much with your ability to maintain an erection. I think that sober, going slowly, starting soft with FF and same-room, you two could have an entirely different experience. Until you feel more sure and comfortable about your erections (one of your main concerns), you could even limit the intercourse to your own spouse for as long as you need and want to.

 

It's very common and normal for newbies to let the other couple lead the way. The other couple led and directed all of the action, location and pace, and you both went along with everything their way. Nothing wrong with what they did, it just wasn't the best way for you.

 

If you and your wife spent time communicating together what you'd both prefer as a couple, and then talking it over with the other couple (and any future couples) ahead of time, things can go much better and more to your liking. In the Lifestyle, couples are continually talking about all of their experiences and honing their preferences, what it is they most like or dislike. They're evolving together, in other words.

 

Best wishes to you! :)

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I would just like to add a little to some already great posts. It does seem like the people you met were pretty decent people. I especially like what T did when you were having issues, and brought you back to your wife.

 

Our first experience could have been much the same. We had invited a couple we had previously met to our place, and I'm pretty sure it was from nerves but the martinis were going down way too quickly for me. Mr LOL noticed I was over the line and wouldn't let things progress past some petting. He explained things to everyone there, "It's not that we don't like you both, but I want her to swing and not the booze." Everyone was very cool with it....the next time we got together was much better and I remembered everything the next day. YAY for my baby :)

 

Mrs LOL

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First time I did it I was in a hurry as I wanted to watch my wife get it. That caused some disappointment with the other wife I should have been giving attention to and made erection take some time to get. :confused: I was also nervous about how my wife would react to her first time out as he was only the second person to get into her after me. :eek:

 

Now that is past you and you both know that the other had fun but with some issues, yours erection and her not being sober enough to have remembered the fun, you can learn and move ahead of you want. :rolleyes:

 

Take your time next time and don't drink. If she wants to, ok but someone should stay sober is our rule and alcohol is not your "buddy's" friend when nerves kick in. Also so it is better to have one person as the designated driver. :nono:

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I can tell you that from your post, MrsVan and I made almost all of those mistakes in our first or second encounters, with the exception of seperate room play.

 

Now, I just don't drink when we are going to play. I might have a beer or two, but nothing more than that. MrsVan is the same way, she might have a glass or two of wine, but we both want to enjoy the experience and well, we just plain didn't enjoy it that much when we were so drunk.

 

Staying hard is another issue. If you do a search you will find that this topic is often discussed on this board, and I even started one myself. :D I have no answer for you here. I have tried to work on my own issues and for me, it just appears as I grow more comfortable with the other couple then I don't seem to have as many issues.

 

All in all, I don't think that I would call this quits so quickly. You and your wife appear to be doing the right things at this moment. As others have already said, just slow down, talk alot more and then really take your time during you next encounter.

 

Good luck!

 

-Van

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WOW! I didn't expect this many replies. Thank you to everyone who contributed! Well I got home from work and wifey wasn't feeling too well. She said that she was just feeling "blah." I asked her if our activities this weekend were bothering her, and she said "a little bit." She couldn't remember what happened, and I think that is her main issue. Well I showed her my post and we read all of the replies together, and it has helped her as much as it has helped me. She's in bed right now, she was reading, but now she's having a text message conversation with "T" and it looks like we are going to be able to remain friends with them. We had only seen "D" after the encounter the next day when he brought me my wallet and cell phone. We were both a bit worried about how "T" was feeling after the whole ordeal, and from the looks of things, she's ok too!

 

You folks here have no clue as to how much you have helped the both us with all of your advice and kind words. We welcome all advice and comments. This was and still is a major learning experience for us. I don't know if we will ever make another attempt, but its reassuring to know that what we went through and how we are feeling is perfectly normal.

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Not something we normally do, but with me freaking out, all I wanted to do was get out of there before anything else embarassing happened.

 

Understandable. It's something that strikes a little nerve with me, and I'm sorry for being so rude about it in my post. In all honesty I might have done the same thing had it been my wife being unresponsive.

 

It just struck me as odd that some people (I'm speaking very generally now) will be so cautious about safe sex, drugs, hygiene, etc, and then Drive impaired. :(

 

I really do feel for your situation, and I hope you both work your way through it. Thoughts are with you.

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^^^No apologies necessary. I didn't even think you were being rude. I took it as genuine concern for our well-being, and as a suggestion to be a lot more careful in the future, whether swinging or not. I mean, none of us should have been driving when we left the bar, let alone their house. But we survived and no real harm was done...thankfullly.

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I hope I didn't seem too harsh with my comments about alcohol, I didn't mean them as judgemental. One thing I appreciate about this site is the lack of moralizing over sex. My concern was simply that I felt that you were seeing all the negative in the light of whether this lifestlye was for you rather than what really caused the experience to be so negative. Everything spelled disaster from being intoxicated rather than disaster about swinging. Hope you don't give up on it.

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Again, thanks to everyone who responded. Well, we have been reading the posts and have been talking a lot about things. Last night we realised that we want to give it another shot....and another.....and another.....LOL! IF the opportunity comes up again. We agreed that being as drunk as we were won't happen again, and that we will be sure to stay in the same room.

 

It was just funny, we looked at each other yesterday evening and we both are on the same page in our relationship and wanna give it another go and see if we can have a better time with it. Who are we kidding?!?! We are always horny, and wanna try it again!

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Let me just say that this thread has been absolutely fantastic to read!!

As someone who is recently single and looking for someone who may be interested in the lifestyle, this just reinforces why I love the idea of the lifestyle...the ability to enjoy the sexuality while at the same time the human aspect of jealousy, doubt, and conflict.

Clearly, alcohol played a huge part in the negative outcome. The good part is that is such an easy aspect to overcome.

You two seem to have the right attitude to become a part of the "community" and thrive in it!!

Best of luck, but overall, you don't seem to need it!

 

BTW, how do I find an openminded, rational woman that could be interested?

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Better to find a new hobby than a new wife :D

 

Spoomonkey

 

Now THAT statement, Mr. Monkey, should be required reading for those who just don't get it; some very good wisdom.

 

Mr. Little Bird

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To Mr. and Mrs. Horny,

Even though things didn't go well, and we're too new to offer advice, you guys really seem to be a good couple who have it together. Good communication is key, and mutual respect, too, and you two seem to have that.

Two Little Birds :):)

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I have to say that reading this post and the replies has been really useful to me.

 

I'm the male half of a couple contemplating swinging (am I the only one who doesn't really like that word? too many creepy connotations). I think that my girl and I both anticipate that for our first time, afterwards we will have to deal with some real, tough feelings. But we're both prepared to do that to reap the rewards -- a stronger relationship, a new, sexy way to express intimacy.

 

I was wondering; are there some couples that never permit "alone play?" From what I've been reading and thinking, that seems to be one of the biggest problem-causers.

 

Well, that plus booze (good advice THERE too, and on our first encounter, we'll be sure to limit the liquid courage!)

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(am I the only one who doesn't really like that word? [swinging] too many creepy connotations).

 

No, you're not the only one. I get images of crushed purple velvet, frilled shirts, bad teeth and even worse British accents. [shudder] Swing, baby, yeah!

 

I think that my girl and I both anticipate that for our first time, afterwards we will have to deal with some real, tough feelings. But we're both prepared to do that to reap the rewards -- a stronger relationship, a new, sexy way to express intimacy.

 

I was wondering; are there some couples that never permit "alone play?" From what I've been reading and thinking, that seems to be one of the biggest problem-causers.

 

Bad feelings afterward don't have to be a given. Deal with those feelings beforehand by digging in as deep as you can to root causes can rid you both of the insecurities that cause these issues in the first place. If you both go into the experience knowing where you stand with one another, how you feel about one another, and fully trusting one another to never knowingly hurt the other, you will find you will enjoy yourselves much more than if you didn't. The prep time is exhaustive, but it's worth every drop of blood, sweat and tears. Well. Maybe not blood. LOL. But the sweat and tears, definitely. Lots of heart-rending discussion (the tears) and lots of make-up sex (the sweat :D ). And a good rule of thumb: if it's not uncomfortable to talk about, chances are you're not digging deep enough.

 

And about "alone play", it's just my personal opinion, but I feel that it's something that couples should not attempt unless they have a good foundation of experience in the lifestyle. Not only can it be dangerous to a relationship (when the imagination runs amok because the relationship's integrity has not yet been tried-and-true), but there is also physical safety to consider. People get really weird when it comes to sex, and that 'perfect gentleman' facade you saw at the bar can disappear alarmingly fast behind a closed door. It's just another thing to consider.

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Wow, this is a really good thread. Just to agree with everyone else, a few things jumped out as things that weren't the best idea in hindsight:

 

1) Little too much to drink

2) Going separate room full swap your first time

 

But it sounds like while things didn't go perfect, they weren't horrible either. I agree that the best answer is just slow things down a bit, and don't separate until you've become 100% comfortable with it, as the above poster reccommended.

 

Also, if it makes the guys reading this feel any better, I also went limp on our first time alone with another couple. It was a little scary because I'm in my late 20s, healthy, and have never had any problems in that department. The ladies noticed and paid me some oral attention, which got things going but still wasn't what it should be. I thought it was the alcohol, but once the other couple left...BOOM...no problem! I then realized it was mostly due to nerves and things moving a little too fast without the normal foreplay.

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I have to say that reading this post and the replies has been really useful to me.

 

I'm the male half of a couple contemplating swinging (am I the only one who doesn't really like that word? too many creepy connotations).

No, I don't either, but there doesn't seem to be too many better ones. Wife swapping sounds even worse, I think.

 

I think that my girl and I both anticipate that for our first time, afterwards we will have to deal with some real, tough feelings. But we're both prepared to do that to reap the rewards -- a stronger relationship, a new, sexy way to express intimacy.

There sometimes is some stuff that comes up. In my case stuff I thought would bother me didn't, and stuff I didn't even think would, did. It's not the issues, it's how you work through them that defines a relationship.

 

I was wondering; are there some couples that never permit "alone play?" From what I've been reading and thinking, that seems to be one of the biggest problem-causers.

We do. But even alone play is together play for us. If Mrs. WS wants to play alone she asks me and gets my permission first. Same goes for me asking her. We just don't say "I'm going to go play with so-and-so... see ya'." Therefore we both have veto power if we wish. Also, we use the afterward to have great sex ourselves. Something about her being that naughty really gets me going. :D

 

Mr. WS

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No, you're not the only one. I get images of crushed purple velvet, frilled shirts, bad teeth and even worse British accents. [shudder] Swing, baby, yeah!

 

Oh good. I was worried that everyone else was just wild about it, and I was the only one who was a little turned off by its creepy 70's connotations. Let ALONE Austin Powers...

 

Bad feelings afterward don't have to be a given. Deal with those feelings beforehand by digging in as deep as you can to root causes can rid you both of the insecurities that cause these issues in the first place. If you both go into the experience knowing where you stand with one another, how you feel about one another, and fully trusting one another to never knowingly hurt the other, you will find you will enjoy yourselves much more than if you didn't.

 

I guess I don't mean hurting each other as much as just knowing that there will be some fears and insecurities brought up the first (few) time(s). I think we both expect this (and in fact the Swingers Board FAQ states it) so we're ready to do the work, because we think that with careful rules it will get less over time.

 

The prep time is exhaustive, but it's worth every drop of blood, sweat and tears. Well. Maybe not blood. LOL. But the sweat and tears, definitely. Lots of heart-rending discussion (the tears) and lots of make-up sex (the sweat :D ). And a good rule of thumb: if it's not uncomfortable to talk about, chances are you're not digging deep enough.

 

Well that doesn't really sound like WORK. Honestly, though, my girl and I are extremely open and honest with each other, and getting more so every day. We have deep, hours-long talks -- and not always about "easy" subjects. So while our communication isn't PERFECT (whose is?), it's pretty darned good. I think we both have realistic expectations about "the lifestyle" (which, to me, is a condom... *snort*) -- the good parts AND the (initially) uncomfortable parts.

 

And about "alone play", it's just my personal opinion, but I feel that it's something that couples should not attempt unless they have a good foundation of experience in the lifestyle. Not only can it be dangerous to a relationship (when the imagination runs amok because the relationship's integrity has not yet been tried-and-true), but there is also physical safety to consider. People get really weird when it comes to sex, and that 'perfect gentleman' facade you saw at the bar can disappear alarmingly fast behind a closed door. It's just another thing to consider.

 

Very good point. I think that we both have agreed that right now we're not ready to see the other disappear into a locked room with a stranger -- for so many reasons. We haven't shut the door; some day in the future, we may be comfortable with that. But at first, we're setting a strict "no alone play" rule that we won't relax until we both feel very comfortable about it.

 

You've got great, thought-provoking responses. Thanks!

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Hi seattlecpl06, welcome! Welcome

 

I'm the male half of a couple contemplating swinging (am I the only one who doesn't really like that word? too many creepy connotations).

 

Yeah, I wish there was a better word for it, too! It needs to be a verb. "The Lifestyle" doesn't usually fit in conversation. LOL

 

I was wondering; are there some couples that never permit "alone play?" From what I've been reading and thinking, that seems to be one of the biggest problem-causers.

 

Yes, many people prefer same-room. It's not necessarily about not permitting or allowing it, it's actually a preference for many of us. So, it doesn't have to be about level of experience or insecurities.

 

We are a same-room couple because for us, the biggest turn-on is seeing each other having sex. We just love to watch each other. We even prefer same-bed, because we like to be able to make eye contact, touch each other, kiss, engage in acts together and with the others at the same time. It's way more exciting for us that way. facelick

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Hay,don't stop swinging and enjoying yourself,we are fairly new also and you learn at each time. Yes being able to talk about the things you would like to change and yes have fun but I learned the hard way not to drink toooo much,takes away from the evening. Good Luck to you two and go have fun!!! Next time you will get hard if not my hubby takes a small pill when he needs it, has health problem sometimes keeps him hard and can't cum other times want get hard,so take it easy and see your doctor if it keeps up for a pill,it was just nerves oh that will pass. Good Luck and Happy Swinging!!

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Hi seattlecpl06, welcome! Welcome

 

Thank you kindly :) This seems like a good place.

 

Yeah, I wish there was a better word for it, too! It needs to be a verb. "The Lifestyle" doesn't usually fit in conversation. LOL

 

Yeah, it sounds kinda cult-ish when used too many times. "We're in the lifestyle. Have you heard of the lifestyle??? Hubby and I just started the lifestyle and we really love the lifestyle!!!" Eesh. Can't we just say we like to have sex with other people than our spouse/significant other and that our spouse/significant other shares and approves? Or is that too wordy? :lol:

 

Hmmmm...

 

Yes, many people prefer same-room. It's not necessarily about not permitting or allowing it, it's actually a preference for many of us. So, it doesn't have to be about level of experience or insecurities.

 

We are a same-room couple because for us, the biggest turn-on is seeing each other having sex. We just love to watch each other. We even prefer same-bed, because we like to be able to make eye contact, touch each other, kiss, engage in acts together and with the others at the same time. It's way more exciting for us that way. facelick

 

I could see that. I think that at first, the same-room "rule" will help to soothe any lingering fears or insecurities. I talked it over with the female half, and she agrees -- the THOUGHT of me going off with some hot woman and screwing her senseless makes her a little squirmy, but she said that if she was right there, watching it it wouldn't be scary. There's something, right now, about the thought that's worse than the real thing. In some ways it's like the imagination can run wild, and it makes things worse than they are.

 

Don't know if THAT makes sense!

 

Anyway, thanks again for the welcome :)

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There's something, right now, about the thought that's worse than the real thing. In some ways it's like the imagination can run wild, and it makes things worse than they are.

 

Don't know if THAT makes sense!

 

Makes perfect sense. Amazing how liberating it is when we discover that we are our own worst enemies, no? :)

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I'm the male half of a couple contemplating swinging (am I the only one who doesn't really like that word? too many creepy connotations).

 

Three Characters always come to mind when I hear/see that word:

 

1) Austin Powers (obviously)

2) "Disco Stu" from The Simpsons

3) Glen Quagmire from "Family Guy" ("Giggity Giggity!)

 

I think we need to come up with a "New Improved Word" for our little secret activity: Suggestions?

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Makes perfect sense. Amazing how liberating it is when we discover that we are our own worst enemies, no? :)

 

Some people would be depressed about learning that and continue to dwell on the negative things. I'm really not sure what it is that turns a persons thinking around. I think they just have to eventually act on something or they really couldn't live with themselves, then they find that it isn't nearly as bad as they thought. Lot's of people have their own ideas on what sex should be like and can't handle the true giving that can occur. The opening of their being is still way scary for them.

 

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We agree. Waking up remembering what you did last night when you were swinging is fantastic! Gets the morning off to a hard start! So, you learned why it is not good to drink a lot when you swing.

 

We really believe that the three most important things about swinging to us is together, together, together. We get a lot of our pleasure watching each other have fun.

 

Too much excitement seems to short circuit the nerves controlling my penis. It was that way the first time we full swapped with another couple and I watched my gal get fucked in front of me for the first time. My dick went limp and would not get hard no matter how much his gal sucked on it. She was very understanding of the situation. I went down on her and gave her multiple orgasms until she was exhausted. She thanked me and told me that was the most orgasms she had ever had. So we all went away happy.

 

It was the next day before my short circuited nerves recovered, and now just mentioning our swinging activities is a guaranteed way my gal can get me hard.

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      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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