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  1. It's bothering you because you think their behaviors indicate a preference or to a skill set that you do not have. The thing is, that isn't going on at all. So, you have to do something about it, such as realize that YOU are the preferred one, in actuality. You truly are doing the 'grass is greener, " and not realizing you have the better 'lawn'. You simply have this thing in your mind that she's preferred and it's not the case. on
  2. Here's what worked for me,"Hi, I'd like it if you two would take me home to my place and ravage me for a couple of hours in full view of my husband ." They did not turn me down. In fact we did it three more times with them because of how fun it was.
  3. Susan here. I admit that after several years in the Lifestyle I am intolerant of anything even remotely inappropriate. I promptly and concisely end the contact. Fortunately, I have pretty good radar and give off a sensible vibe that I'm fun but no fool. The result is we've had very few concerns over the years.
  4. Susan here: I can completely separate love and sex. We don't play separately often, but once in a rare while, yes. Admittedly it's mostly me. But, separate play, as one person mentioned can be playing with dynamite. In our case, we have no boundaries or rules. We have our own sense of reason as a guide. We have always viewed a stockpile of rules as a trap to looking for trouble. Simply stated, if I thought I was doing something Edison would be troubled by, I never have done it. That being said, I've never been troubled
  5. You absolutely do not want to do this on a domestic flight. Let me explain this: 1. You will be caught. 2. You will be arrested when you land 3. Depending on the prosecuting attorney it can be as simple as misdemeanor, public indecency, or make an example of you by charging you with some ancient law on the books for a sex crime. 4. you will invest thousands in an attorney . It all has a tremendous potential to end badly. You're not Ralph Fiennes, you're not doing it with a stewardess. Or, it could all be fine. I just no that tin a post 9/11 world, I'm not even difficult with a stewardess.
  6. Swing*8701

    Weekend of Play

    This is a ‘reprint’ for my days as a Unicorn: It's important for me to say we always play smart, which means all the intercourse in this story was with condoms. We get together on Saturday morning, just before lunch. If all goes well, at least for the regular foursome, we'll be together through to Monday afternoon. Timing was perfect as everyone: Kate, Tom , Michael, Kevin and Karen arrive within minutes of each other. I think people arrive punctually for sex. Kevin and Karen are noticeably excited to be here as they're our invited guests. I can tell they've fantasized about this experience and they're in the moment. A little history about Kevin and Karen. They've been married for five years and wanted to try a threesome and bashfully invited Michael, a longtime friend, to join them. Michael said that while it sounded fun, he had a better idea. He suggested that if they're truly interested in exploring a fantasy sex life, that they may want to try our foursome for a weekend. Once they started discussing it, it came up that Karen, besides having two men, also wanted to try sex with a woman. They also liked the idea of a long weekend and not just a couple of hours. When Michael approached us, we agreed but wanted to get to know these people and we actually had four non-sexual, get-to-know each other dinners over the course of a few weekends. The fifth dinner we discussed what they're hoping for sexually so everyone is on the same page with expectations. So back to the story: I'm serving up appetizers, small sandwiches and wine as lunch. Tom mentions that I'm not in one of my 'outfits' and I explain that this one is subtle and if he's the lucky one he'll find out what a great outfit it is (the skirt is held together with velcro and will fall off me at the slightest encouragement after a button is unfastened). What's funny about group dynamics, is that when you introduce new people, sometimes no one knows who should initiate conversation.....or sex. Karen had a certain fantasy and it should be indulged early so nothing would feel 'forced' later on. I went over to her and said ,"take me." We move over to the couch. I'm sitting on it and Karen moves to kiss me. I'm certain that she's pictured this moment in her mind and I'm just going to let her run with it. We're kissing. Our tongues are sliding over each others as she goes deeper into my mouth. She unbuttons my blouse, opening it and sliding her hands over my bare flesh, then breasts. My eyes closed, I keep drinking her mouth into me, breathing heavier each time she runs her hands over me. Karen then unbuttons the side of my skirt and when she realizes it's held in place with velcro ( I made the skirt) she pulls it completely open. I'm now naked, embracing her with my arms and legs. You know how you can have a moment and say the strangest things. I'm running my fingers in her hair, kissing her ear and I whisper, " Do me Kitten." I have no idea where that came from. Karen starts running her tongue over my stomach, my fingers still in her hair. I open my eyes and Kevin is disrobing her while she's on all fours. Jeans and panties have been slid off and he's removing her denim blouse. I'm thinking how beautiful her back is when she moves her tongue between my legs, licking me. I arch my back and when I open my eyes, Kevin has his hand, between her legs from behind, no doubt with fingers inside her and pumping her. Karen and my eyes make contact and she licks me even faster. I have a Hermann Miller egg chair and Kate's sitting on the arm, slightly behind Tom who's sitting in the chair and she's massaging his chest while they watch. Kevin motions to Michael to come over. My head is swimming with pleasure. I close my eyes, Karen's mouth against my pussy and hands over my breasts. I open my eyes and make eye contact with Karen and smile at her. She kisses my hips and gasps. I could tell she's just felt the head of a cock push into. Upon realizing it wasn't Kevin's, she smiled. She's being fucked by a different man as Kevin watches. It's every bit the turn on she expected it to be. She pushes back into Michael. She moves to my side and Kevin shifts my body completely on the couch. He's disrobed, he moves over my body and I embrace and kiss him. For a while we're just 'necking' like teenagers while listening to Karen quickly whisper, "more, more," to Michael. Kevin reaches between his legs and starts rubbing the head of his cock against my clitoris. He'll just barely start pushing in and then pulls back to rub me all over again. I climax from just the anticipation. I'm dripping wet and dying when he pushes into me and I wrap my legs around him. He starts pumping me and I come again, my body shuddering from anticipation and build up. I hear Michael come and Karen gasp in near glee. I look over to see Kate and Tom are naked and 69'ing in my chair. It's a wild sight and I'm thinking, worst case, I re-cover the chair. I'm arched over the couch, getting drilled. I'm drunk with the sex. Kevin is doing me faster and faster and biting my shoulder, I feel his body shake as he comes into me. My body relaxes into his and we embrace on the couch. I look over at Karen and she mouths the words, "Thank you Susan," and smiles. So I said, " Well, that was an icebreaker." Everyone's laughing and pretty much cleaning up the room and themselves. We're having conversations and exchanging short kisses. I've changed into a military outfit I made from real army surplus, but tailored the pants with ankle high cuffs and made a crop top with a stiffened raised collar. Michael takes one look at it and says, "Susan please let me invade you." and I reply ," Later," and smile at him. Conversation turns to a mutual appreciation society of sexual performance. Karen thanking Michael for taking her from behind so well, Kate saying she was so hot from watching my back arched while Kevin rode me slowly she just had to suck Tom into oblivion. Tom telling Kate he was glad she was watching me. Yadda-yadda-yadda. Kate tells me she thinks Kevin is worth spending some time with. I look over and say to Karen,"Can we borrow your husband ?" With-out missing a beat she replies, "as long as I can borrow these two fun lovers." Kate and I lead a still naked Kevin off to my bedroom. Kate's just wearing panties and a man's white shirt and once the door closes, she grabs Kevin by the back of his neck with one hand, kissing him and working his cock with the other. They're going at it hot and heavy and they're on the bed, Kevin just moves the fabric of Kate's panties to one side and starts fucking her through her clothes, Kate encouraging more and more out of him. I figure three's a crowd, so I sit and watch from a padded love seat. My bedroom is very large,about 25 X 25 feet square. The bed and mattress are custom made and sleeps four comfortable and I speak from personal experience. When Kate is having great sex she starts cooing and moaning in an incredible way. It's not loud, but it's oh so sensual. It's a huge turn on for the guys and I admit that it makes me lustful too. In fact, it's a motivator for sex, because as long as she's cooing I never see Michael or Tom quit pumping her. They say they just can't stop. I've been tempted to record it and figure out the frequency of the tone but never got around to it. It's having the same effect on Kevin as he's supporting himself with his arms and rocking his cock back and forth into her. I decide if I'm watching this I need some champagne, so I get up to go to the kitchen. I walk into the living room and find Karen has not been holding back. She has Michael face up on his back on the floor. Karen is over Michael's cock and looks up smiling like a tigress over her kill, some cum dripping from her chin and all I can think is, this is wild. She then leans back as Tom enters her from behind. She reaches back, touches his face and moving up and down on his cock. Tom's cupping her breasts while she's rocking back and forth moving faster and faster on his cock, she leans further back to kiss him, he's stroking her throat as their tongues lick each other and she cries out in climax. I watch and walk past to the kitchen and get a bottle that's been chilling in the refrigerator. So, I'm coming back with champagne. Karen, Michael and Tom are recovering from their excursions into threewayland. I can hear Kate enjoying the thudpucking frenzy of Kevin doing her into oblivion from my bedroom. Walking past Karen, she says, ,"Champagne?! Pour some on me!"and all I can think is, "Who am I to blow against the wind." Of course you know what this means. I pour champagne on Karen and Tom starts licking it off her breasts, pour some on Michael and I start licking it off his stomach, pour some on me and Tom is licking my neck. We're drenching ourselves with it and licking each other. What ever happened to wearing a lampshade and drinking champagne out of a women's shoe ? This goes on until I need to go back for another bottle. I hand the bottle to Michael and just straddle Tom on the floor and mount him. Michel pours champagne down my back and Karen is lapping it up, even giggling when some gets in her hair. I'm riding Tom and Karen is not missing a beat, sliding her tongue along my spine and nibbling my shoulders. I just relax and lean back into her, riding Tom more slowly. Michael stands in front of me so I take his cock into my mouth. I'm just surrendering myself over to the pure sex of the moment. Karen's rolling my nipples with her fingertips and I'm gasping from quick, sharp shock going through my body with each gentle pinch. We eventually just all fall into a pile together on the floor. The guys are exhausted and will probably need to upgrade their health insurance considering the condition they're in. My head's swimming from the endorphins and Karen's like a puppy looking at us wondering when we can play again. We start to realize that we're sticky from the champagne and not 'sticky' in the good sense of the word. We all take showers and I need a nap. So, I've showered and washed my hair and feel cleaned up. I decide to check on the pair I left some time ago. To think a trip to the refrigerator had me finding myself in a four-way. Kate is still in bed with Kevin. She's now naked and on top, her head resting on his chest. Her eyes are closed and Kevin is still inside her. Very slowly he rolls his hips back, then gently pushes up, also slowly and with that push, Kate exhales a small, pitched, 'ahh," sounding like a gentle release with each soft pump of his cock up and into her. I get the impression he's been doing this slow rolling fuck of Kate for a while and I ask,"How long has been doing that?" Kate coos, "A very long time, bless him." Kevin, who hasn't said much replies, "I'm going to need a chiropractor or be put on a 'rack' tomorrow." Kate exhales one of her little, 'aahs' again and Kevin says he just can't stop with her making sounds like that. So, I'm not the only one who gets very, very turned on by Kate's climax sounds. That would be an interesting piece of research. If the sounds a woman makes can inspire a man to keep going and going. Now, it's obvious that it has some role, but perhaps certain vocal ranges and tones inspire better than others. I mean, Kevin had to be doing that slow roll with Kate for over half an hour, maybe even an hour, after their hard sex and men typically don't or are unable to do that. (your thoughts on that ?) Then, there was my experience the first time I went down on Kate and I would have kept going forever just motivated by her voice if the guys hadn't needed some attention. I tell the two of them that everyone else is going to relax for a while, but if they wanted company, I'd ask. They both whisper, "no," and keep going. I leave them alone and exit the room smiling. After all, technically speaking, I 'warmed' Kevin up for her. Time for that catnap. Later on... At this point, the women are in the kitchen and the men are watching college football. We''ll let them recharge a little now and use them for our pleasure later. Again, the point of these sexual gatherings is to really enjoy ourselves and have have the kind of sex that will shake the pillars of heaven. For us this means the intensity of the experience, not necessarily the physicality. Fortunately, the men know how to be both, which is why the experiences work on different levels at different times. I recall that you said you knew, or knew someone who was friends with Nina Hartley. She was on some interview, for some reason (CBS's 48 hours comes to mind). But she said the biggest problem with her swinging lifestyle were that when men would have sex with her, they wanted to put her to the wall. She always felt that was a bad assumption on their part: that physical power was the way to have sex with Nina Hartley. Anyway, good sex can occur almost completely in the mind. I've known this, but Karen had an interesting way of doing it: We're in the kitchen. I'm getting dinner ready. It's lasagne and an Italian salad with garlic bread, which really isn't too hard to prepare. To offset the earlier military garb and since I'm in the kitchen, I'm in a June Cleaver Outfit. It's a complete green pastel pleated dress, just below the knee, with pumps and faux pearl necklace. The guys will either live out a pre-adolescent fantasy or think I'm their Mom and we'll have to get some Freudian to straighten their head out. Kate's still in her guys white shirt and panties and I really can't remember what Karen was wearing. So, Karen asks Kate how it came to pass that she and I took the plunge sexually. Kate explained that it was an experience that came from trust and that she allowed herself to have. More importantly, that she enjoyed it when with me, could not see it as a regular habit and was part of a partially fulfilled fantasy done with loved ones. Also (and I never knew this) she found arousing the guys by kissing me was a real turn on. She could arouse them without even touching them. Kate said with an self-satisfying grin, "While I'd never do it to Tom and Michael, if we kept going at it without letting them touch us, I'm sure they would have started masturbating to release their own sexual tension." Karen then asks, "There's an arousal technique that I use with Kevin, it's mostly in the mind and I think you'd like it." She went on to explain that she has, by asking questions and asking for descriptions, has Kevin describe favorite sexual experiences and she uses touching to make the memory more real. She explained that in one case, he ejaculated without even having his cock touched. He just spasmed and came like in a wet dream. Kate assured her she could stop at any time and Karen decided she was game for the experience. Nothing special had to be done. Kate just had to stand within arms reach of the kitchen counter and close her eyes. Karen stood directly behind her and whispered "What did you think when I opened Susan's skirt?" "I thought she'd start squirming as soon as your tongue touched her." "Did she?" "Yes" "Did she do that for you?" "Yes." "Tell me about it?" Karen lightly massaged Kate's shoulders. "I was worried she would not like it, that it would be a disaster. That I'd be embarrassed." "You weren't though. And when you saw me lick between her legs it all came back to you." "Yes." Kate said and she was obviously starting to relive the memory, her short breaths going deeper. Karen ran her fingertips along Kate's arms. "Show how your tongue moved when you started licking Susan," asked Karen and Kate slid her tongue past her lips and started slowly bobbing her head. Karen continued, her hands resting on Kate's hips. "Now remember watching Kevin when he first entered Susan. What do you see?" Karen's hands are sliding around the front of Kate's hips. "He's rubbing his cock against her, but he isn't entering her yet. He kept rubbing his cock against her pussy, making her wet." Karen continued, "Imagine what that must feel like," her hands and arms embrace Kate and move to the front of her shirt and fingers slide under Kate's panties. I'm certain her fingers are rubbing Kate now. Karen asks,"Would it feel like this," and Kate sighs and says, "Yes." I'm watching Karen artfully seducing Kate. Kate starts leaning on the counter top. Karen continued, "When Kevin fucked you, you felt his cock enter you." "Yes." "Imagine it and feel this." Karen pushed her fingers into Kate and her knees buckled slightly, but she was obviously into it. Kate writhed against Karen's hand as if to push her fingers in deeper. Then Karen slowly stopped, embraced Kate from behind and slowly turned her around. Karen smiled at Kate, "Pretty fun, huh? Sex all in the mind like that!" Karen looked at me and smiled. She licked her fingertips as a still stunned Kate was regaining her composure. I have to admit to being a little wet between my legs just watching. I know I learned something new and Karen is a force of nature. Part 2 will arrive later, especially if I get some comments to motivate me to write it.
  7. Ed and I were in Paris. It was a bit of lark and we found ourselves at Le Paris Grand Hotel, in the heart of old Paris. In the last two days, from Notre Dame to the Louvre to a Vivaldi performance at San Chapelle Cathedral and more, we had taken the city in. The hotel concierge, Jean (yes, the name has been changed because he was too helpful to risk getting into any trouble or notoriety), had been especially helpful in getting tickets to certain events like a ballet performance at the Opera House, just a block away. Jean and I had developed a bit of a rapport and I asked him about the ‘Crazy Horse’, as I wanted to give Ed and unexpected treat. Jean explained that it was not uncommon for husbands and wives to go, but depending on the evening may be mostly male audience. He felt that this time of year, the chances of a more blended crowd, was likely. I said,”Jean can you make a reservation for us ?” He replied he could and I asked for a table for four. “Are you taking friends,” he inquired. “Hopefully,” and grinned at him. He grinned back mischievously only to say,”As Madame requests of course, four tickets. I will schedule you for the for the 8:30 show”. The truth was we were already lined up with a dinner date with a local couple. We had met Kurt and Marie via swing-friends from the US. They were fluent in English and we had a couple of phone calls and a nice ichat with them before our trip. We decided to meet for dinner at a cafe just a couple of blocks from Notre Dame. Things had gone really well chatting and they were well recommended by our friends. I was sure we’d have a great night. Dinner went so well we invited them to join us at the Crazy Horse. I will say this, if you like naked women displayed stylishly, you gotta go. We had a table for four and Marie sat on my left with Kurt. Ed was on my right. Marie and I chatted each other up like two college gal pals and she held my hand and stroked my arm. I know it’s all a process of testing boundaries, but I liked it. I really love to look at feminine women and she was all that and a bag of chips. The show began and the guys were into the girls on stage. Heck, who wouldn’t. Marie and I are watching too, and frankly we’re getting comfy in the booth. Her arms is around my shoulder. I’ve settled in and we’re like a couple on a date and truth be told, I’m kinda digging it. Marie whispers after a gentle kiss to my cheek,”Hey, I’m going to reach under your skirt and you’re going to love it. Is that okay,?” I look over, starting to feel the effects of my fourth glass of champagne and wink affirmatively to her. Marie leans forward and unless you were looking intently you could not tell she was up the front of my miniskirt, pulling it higher. She looks at me with a devilish smile and I feel firm fingers against, then inside my pussy. I’m thinking,”When in Paris, let the hot bi-chic have you,” and I was. She starts pressing fingers , stroking a very wet clitoris, then gently pressing them up and into me. I’m barely able to hold back grabbing her hand to pull her fingers deeper against, but rest back into her arms instead. Then a single finger starts pressing against me and I start thinking that Marie has the firmest fingertip I’ve ever felt. Then I realize what she’s really pressing against my pussy. It’s a pocket rocket. Marie smiles at me and she turns it ‘on’. “Oh my fucking God !” I thought as my fingernails dug deeply into the booth upholstery. Then the next wave came over me and I reached and grabbed Ed’s shoulder. He looked over allowing him a moments distraction from the stage girls. He knew immediately what was happening to me, my eyes staring out, body shuddering. He says with a huge grin crossing his face,.” Oh wow.” I look at him, making direct eye contact and biting my lower lip from the surge of orgasm washing over me. “Ya know Susan. Like you say, always yield to a great moment of sex.” The booth is really isolated, thank goodness. I just lean over and nuzzle against Marie, while under the table and my miniskirt, she works me over. I keep looking over at her and into her eyes. My eyelids are hung halfway over my eyes. I’m filling with endorphins with every stroke of her fingers and the vibrator. I’m warm all over and do not care what’s on stage. Ed looks over at me and playfully says,”Wow two shows.” Kurt says,” I have a great idea,” and with that Marie reclines me back completely onto the booth seating as if I’m stretched out on a couch. Marie, on top, lies over me, and Kurt tosses his and Ed’s overcoats over us. We’re completely covered as if with blankets. Now, you ‘d think this would be nearly impossible to pull off. Yet Marie is small and slight and while I may be five foot seven, I’m ballerina lithe. So, underneath she’s outstretched over my body, kissing me and with help, because at this point I cannot say ‘no’, off comes my miniskirt and blouse and Marie slowly slides her clothes off too. The music was loud and pulsating for the show, which hopefully muffled just how great a time I was having. Under our ‘camouflage’ Marie was nibbling my shoulder, then licking my neck. stroking my g-spot then muffling my screams with her mouth against mine. I was too afraid of being caught to get too physical, so I just let her have me. I would whisper,’I don’t believe we’re doing this !” which would just have her stroke my pussy more or nibble and lick my breasts more intently. At one point I whispered, ”We really have to stop,” and she started gently spanking my pussy to shut me up, I came immediately, my body shuddering and covered in goosebumps. Marie was now ravenously licking my breasts and I just let her have me. She could conquer this American all she wanted and was good for it. We started kissing again, her lips making circles over my own, in complete darkness under the coats, I reached between her legs. Marie was nearly dripping wet as i curled too fingers into her deep as I could go. She drew her lips from mine and gasped. “This girl cums easy,” I thought and began shuddering my fingers against her clitoris. Marie clung to me hard, her body shaking as she came again and collapsed as if spent, on top of me. I like her. I liker her a lot. The show is about an hour in and we slowly recover our clothing and get ourselves clothed as much as possible. When I finally popped up out of the cover of the coats, Ed just laughed, but in a sweet way. He leans in and says,”You look like you’ve just been totally ‘bagged’ with the sweet afterglow of orgasms”. Okay, so my hubby knows me . Marie and I decide to retreat to the ladies room, giggling and what we’ve just been doing and repair our makeup and get our hair back to normal. The rest of the show was great and a brief taxi drive back to the hotel, we were home with Marie and Kurt in tow. We’re in the elevator going to the fifth floor. I’m kissing Marie and who then moves over to Ed. He takes her face in his hands for their first kiss of the night. Kurt undoes my bustier and peels it off in one motion (he’s done this before ?) . Before I know it I’m topless and kissing Kurt, his tongue over my lips and his hands over me. I can tell already he’s going to be fun. The elevator ride is feeling a bit dangerous. I don’t want to be caught nearly naked in a hallway of a five star hotel. The elevator door opens and I realize that I truly am nearly naked. We work our way to our room. Marie giggling as she tries to unzip my mini-skirt. Once the skirt goes I’ll just be left with heels. Then I think,”What the hell,” and stop and without missing a beat Marie, undid the zipper and the giggle turned to a laugh as the skirt fell away. Marie says,”It is so nice to see you in the light.” Ed comes up places his hand on the small of my back, kisses my cheek and says, “Susan, you truly are an American in Paris. Go get ‘em tigress”. It’s so nice when your husband is your biggest fan in all things, especially sex. “I have a trophy,” exclaims Marie holding my miniskirt and bustier. She takes Ed by his hand and they both enter the hotel room. The door doesn’t completely close, which is a good thing. I’m still in the hallway and Kurt drops to his knees, pressing his hands against my hips with my back literally against the wall. This guy has a great tongue. My arms are out stretched along the wall and I’m barely able to say,”We can’t do this here,” when I orgasm and shudder, my pelvis almost quaking against his mouth. “ We sure CAN do this here,” I think and pull Kurt’s head deeper into my pussy. Then the crazy ideas start popping into my head and they all sound great. Ones like,”You might as well fuck him out here too.” I gently pull Kurt’s head away from my hips. I can almost here my pussy cry out,”What the hell are you doing, he’s fantastic ! Leave him right there !” But I had plans. I kiss him and say, “We can’t stay out here all night, but we can sneak a couple of pumps in,” and with that I undid his pants, undid his zipper and reached in. I’ve never said this before in any story I’ve written, because I’m not a chic that’s cares about size, but holy shit, you could load ammo in this thing. He grabbed me be my tush and lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. His cock was out and I kissed him slowly as he lowered my pussy against the head of his cock. I relaxed and he slowly lowered me with my pussy taking his cock slowly and completely. Kurt knew better than to start fucking me full bore. My legs around his waist, I rode up and down him like riding a carousel horse and it wasn’t long before it started feeling really, really great. Each slow pump allowed me to take even more of him and I forgot I was naked, against a hallway wall, being gently thrust by this wonderful man. My shoulders are against the wall as Kurt holds me up, gently pumping his cock in a rhythm. I’m taking him all the way to his balls, any fears about being caught in the hallway leave me and gasping, I say,” Just do me here, do me now.” With that he pushed hard into me and I loved it. Suddenly I was taking Kurt’s sharp fast thrusts, burying his head against my breasts as he pushed me against the wall. I then felt him cum against me and I smiled, still kissing him. This was so cool and I wanted to savor the moment. Kurt then said,”We should go inside, we really will be caught if we risk things further”. We went inside. We get into the suite and Marie and Ed have not held pack. She’s on all fours and and Ed is leaning over too, kissing her back and frankly, really putting it to her. Marie looks to Kurt and says,” This American is even more fun than the last one,” then she squealed in what was a definite orgasm. Ed won’t relent and now Marie is banging the pillows with her fists and certainly cumming again. Ed then pulls out of Marie and rolls her over and they start fucking missionary position. Marie just takes him and embraces Ed completely and he yells out ‘Yes !” and is just relentless, slamming his cock into her and Marie sure was loving it. I turn around and Kurt’s out his clothes and looking splendid and naked and motions me to the bathroom. So, I guess this means we’re going to take a shower together. He started the water and step inside, drawing me in with him. I sure wanted to blow him first though: I was now on my knees in the shower, one hand pumping his cock as I sucked it full. I thought I was going to need to unhinge my jaws to take it as deeply as I did. My other arm, wrapped around his tush, pulling him to me with every mouthful that I sucked as his hips rocked back and forth with his fingers in my hair. Then I heard his short gasping for breath. His knees buckle slightly. I felt his precum in my mouth. Sucked harder. Then, I could feel, I could taste the cum pouring from the head of his cock; I swallowed and sucked hard with my tongue wiggling on the head of his cock. He cried out something in french, I trusted it to be a compliment. Water still pouring over my hair, I kissed his stomach, along his chest and we embraced, my breasts against a chest still heaving for air. He reached under behind my legs and lifted me against the back of the shower by the back of my thighs. I smiled at him and said,”Oh, yes,” he leaned in and as he lowered me, his cock slid into me. The ride he started giving me was a nice slow pumping. He’d go all the way into me, grind me just slightly, then draw back almost coming out of me, then push back in. It was wonderful to feel cock like this. Now, I was the one gasping in short breaths, reaching the point of orgasm. The orgasm rolled over me warmly, my body shuddering slightly. I thought,’oh, my god,’ this is how orgasms with women are for me, I’ve never had one like this with a man, they’re always more physical. My body collapsed forward into his, I was drunk with endorphins. Holding me in the air, he stepped out of the shower and placed me on the bathroom counter. “Oh, not the ‘fuck me on the bathroom counter’ routine,” and not missing a beat he replied,”Well, my cock has the reach and sex tonight has nothing ‘routine’ about it.” And with that he took me and entered me again. This time his pumping was firmer, harder and just what I needed, a hard fuck. I arched my back, extending my arms up along the glass mirror. I could open my eyes and felt my breasts heave while he started fucking me harder. God, this was a great ride ! Kurt says,”You’re the best swing fuck I’ve ever had,”his cock slides in and out of me,”You’re friend Karen was incredible, but you...”he starts running on in French. He then clutches to me hard, like I love men to do and just keeps fucking. He shudders against me again as I kiss his chest. Kurt slips his cock from me and we kiss hard and intently. I grab his hand and put it against my pussy and he doesn’t make me wait and slips fingers into me, making me writhe as rubs my g-spot and I cum again, biting his shoulder and shaking in his arms from the rush. His hands now rest on my hips and we kiss warmly, slowly, as if thanking each other. We pause to collect ourselves and go back to the bedroom. Wow, these two are really into each other. They’re on the bed, sitting up, face to face, kissing and Marie is gently riding Ed’s cock. I’m so happy he’s so into her that I all but ‘gush’ happily at the scene. They’re fully embraced, hands stroking each others backs, deeply kissing and we showed up at the perfect moment. Ed started thrusting up just a little bit harder and they both started cumming. Ed fell back and Marie rode him the rest of the way until I’m sure he came all he could have. I look at Marie and exclaim,”Good girl ! That was smokin’ hot !” It was now almost 3 AM and they said they needed to go. They were so much fun and it had been a long evening with dinner, the show and sex , so we completely understood. We’re saying goodbyes at the door and Marie leans into to give me a goodbye kiss. The first brief kiss gives way to a second longer kiss, this gives way to a third kiss where she likes my lips slowly, the a fourth kiss as her tongue slips past my lips, to a fifth kiss where her hands slip under my robe and over my breasts, to a sixth kiss where her hips grind against me. “ It’s back to the bed with you two ,” Ed says and it’s a foregone conclusion that the night isn’t done yet. I’m on the bed, my robe off in moments as Marie and I look at each other as Kurt undresses her. Marie’s naked body slips over mine and the seventh kiss and her fingers into and up my pussy send me over the top. Like at the ‘Crazy Horse’ I’m letting her have me and it’s so perfect. Licking my breasts, kissing my hips, darting tongue over my clitoris and back again to my mouth. I’m totally hers. Marie wants to work me over and I want to be worked. My body is more than writhing from her touch and lips, I’m shuddering and gasping, biting my lip to hold back from crying out in passion. Every time she kisses me, tongue exploring me deeply, I’m whimpering from her fingertips against my clitoris. Then, as Marie kisses me, I feel a tongue start wiggling into my pussy. It’s Kurt and if I wasn’t over the top already, I was now. When i was a unicorn i loved when a married couple worked me together. All those memories flooded over me with the rush of the moment, I couldn’t stop cumming...and they knew it. My back is arched with Marie’s kissing me and massaging my breasts. Kurt lifts my up to hi s mouth, his hands under my tush. Marie pauses from my mouth, just pulling barely away as she is leaning over me and whispers,”Your husband is sliding his cock into me right now,” oh fuck, what a turn on hearing that was. Kurts’ mouth was all over my pussy and he presses a fingers against my asshole. I exclaim,”Deeper !” and he slowly probes my ass deeper as Marie’s lips are mine again. I’m so overwhelmed I’m almost whimpering, Marie’s mouth muffling my cries. Thank god they didn’t leave and we ended up in bed again. Marie takes a moment,” I want Eddie to butt fuck me.” I understood completely, she doubtfully could take Kurt, but Ed was a great size for anal entry. In moments he had lubed up and she was kissing me as he slid slowly into her ass. Now, Kurt had lowered me and the head of his cock was now against me. He was immediately inside me, hard and fast. Marie and Ed are now off to the side and she’s smiling and loving it. I love it when Eddie gives a girl just what she needs. Marie looks back at him and winks encouragingly, even wiggling her tush. She is so ‘cool’ . Her husband is now over me, fucking me, kissing me, hands all over me and I shove my hips up and into him to give as good as I’m getting. He’s kissing my neck, driving me crazy with his teeth against my flesh and I whisper,”Butt fuck me”.
 “Are you certain ?” He said somewhat astonished. “Let’s see if I’m really ‘built for speed’”. “It’s just that this never works out due to my size.” “It will tonight,” and I’m thinking that I hope I’m right. “Take me in the missionary position.” I want to be face to face with this wonderful man. He lubes up, I stare into his eyes, arms outstretched over my head and relax. It’s a perfect moment as my ass welcomes his cock as readily as my pussy had. Kurt , shocked says,”Oh my god. This is incredible.” and he really, really meant it. The longest, warmest wet kiss I had ever had from a man who worked my ass with total appreciation for the treat I was happily giving him. I heard Marie cry out in orgasm as I said,”Go faster’ to Kurt. I looked over and I could see Ed holding her firmly by the hips and grinding the last of himself into her. She loved it. Kurt’s fingernails raked along my sides and I came. I yelled out,”All the way in,” he did and I came. He grabbed my breasts firmly with a great pump into me and I came. Then, his cock, shuddering in short pulses into my ass, he came and collapsed onto me. We were all out of sex, at that point. It’s so fun to get everything out of a couple and everything they wanted to. We said our goodbyes again and after they left Ed and I fell asleep until the early morning. Then, Ed and I spent the morning in bed....fucking our brains out
  8. Susan here-- So you know, I've seen men and women, so filled with endorphins and arousal that they don't notice anything around them. They are so into the moment they see nothing around them. Happens to athletes all the time. Happens at the wedding altar. That sort of thing. So, it is very possible. I've always thought the no kissing rule was silly. Also, when you're play on a sexual fringe, once in a while, you may get your nose bloodied. Accept the experience and move forward in a positive way. She got laid, be happy for her. You had performance issues, learn from them and try again or stop. Heck, the other girl was even understanding of your situation and tried to help. How cool was that ! Frankly, most men would 'kill' to have a gf like yours who was happy and engaged with a new sexual partner. If you have problems with it, perhaps the best thing to do is let her move on. Nothing bad happened. In fact, a lot of great things happened. But your ego won't let you see them.
  9. Susan here: "May you live in interesting times." Ancient Chinese Curse Here's my story. When Ed and I met he asked me out. I explained that I was non-monogamous. He said until there was at least a ring on my finger I should be able to do as I pleased. He simply asked that I be discrete about it. Other than a couple of moments when he popped but and I was freshly disheveled from a romp, I was. At the time I was playing with my fair share of couples and the occasional house party. When Ed asked me to marry him, it came with a request to not Swing any longer and be monogamous. To me, it was totally worth it. While this choice certainly disappointed a few playmates, with Ed in my life, sexual play with others was no longer all that relevant to me. After a month Ed asked if I missed Swinging. I explained no and I think he truly understood the sincerity of my words in that moment. Swinging was no longer a threat and he asked to try it. I think it's even in the stories section, but you'll have to go way back into it. Well, we had two of my favorite couples over, I did not hold back at all and even arranged for my gal pal to have his cock enter her, as her husband entered me, so Ed broke into Swinging with a simultaneous fuck. We've been playing ever since, but it's because we both want to. If he ever were to change his mind , that would be fine, because it's an adventure only to be taken as part of our marriage. Right now Swinging is a fantasy for you and fantasies often have little do with reality. That's why only a small percentage of people Swing. We do it , because or us, it enhances the experience of life. For most people, it would diminish their lives. That's neither good or bad, it's simply is. You have a marriage and a child. As a monogamous, vanilla friend once said,"I don't care if the woman can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, it's not worth divorcing my wife and becoming a weekend Dad to my child." That being said, you have to own who you are. Yet, what you own , so far, is a fantasy ideal. Be careful or you'll end up on the rocks, thinking you had clear sailing.
  10. Rightly or wrongly, I just won't indulge the delusional. Like many people, his wife is simply unable to contain herself in the the throes of the moment. The controls are ridiculous and ill conceived. Regardless of how she agrees to whatever boundary or rule he sets forth, she cannot. He needs to stop asking her to. I always say if you want to see how crazy something is, say it out loud: "Honey, you'll be alone with him and you can kiss him and blow him, but fucking him is going wayyyy to far." Such rules with couples would always make me laugh. You can make all the rules you want, they can be agreed to with contractually certified signatures,but if they're not sensible, especially considering the people involved, you should not sit back and cry foul for what was going to be inevitable. He doesn't realize he makes the rules under the guise of compromise, when it really is ego and control masquerading as moderation. It would make a lot more sense for him to address that he simply is not equipped to be in the Lifestyle instead of blaming his wife for going too far while in the throes of an intense sexual moment. He is unfair beyond words, from my point of view. It is the unfairness that causes the lying to occur. Because she is in conflict and it is that internal conflict that is causing the lying and the arguments. I'm no advocate of lying, I make it a point to live a genuine life. Yet he is creating the environment that is causing a problem that he manifested. " We struggle against it. We fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense. It is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely... out of control." The Merovingian ,from the movie "Matrix Reloaded"
  11. I sound like your wife ? Well, as the proverb goes: If seven people call you a horses ass, start naying. As far as amazing sex not being an issue. Well, it's apparent she wants amazing sex and that you don't. So, she's developing plans and they do not include you. Whatever your lot in life, if sorrowful, know that , in some way, you had a hand in it. Lastly, your Swinging, how can oral sex be a boundary ?! If you're playing on the fringe, especially early on, know that you're probably going to get your nose 'bloodied' and you're going to have to deal with that.
  12. She wants to Play and you're looking for trouble. Guess what ? You're both achieving your goals. Here's a different point of view: You have a rule where she cannot have oral sex with the other guy . Really ? How about trying one more time. Get some viagra from your Doc, make a psychological commitment to really make an effort and try again. In many ways you seem upset because of the fun she is having and you, in turn, are determined not to have any. Then she texts you a question on when you can start Swinging again. Really ? That is really terrible communication. You're both part of the problem, it's unlikely unresolvable, if you both maintain an all or nothing point of view. Good luck. One more thing: throw the rules out the window and and just have amazing sex.
  13. Argue for your limitations and they are yours. Upgrade the wardrobe, visit the dentist and whiten your teeth, have a hair style that represents who you are today and use a moisturizer. At first , as you say your wife is stunning, the jaw may drop. Then, as you act as equals and things contemporize a bit, things will settle out. Stop looking for trouble. Sheesh, if my husband worried like this, he wouldn't have made nearly as many women cum like a freight train, as he has. This includes me, of course.
  14. Susan here. I don't think you are sexually mature enough to handle what a gang bang really is. You express yourself more as a misogynist who wants to whore his wife out for his own pleasure than anything approaching what she may want. Then, when your process and motives are questioned you say that maybe this is not the place to get advice. The truth is, this is a great place to get advice, because no one is going to patronize an ill conceived idea. Great sex is not your wife being persuaded in taking a bunch of cock as you pump your arm in the air yelling,"Wooooooooooo ! Fuck her ! Fuck her ! Fuck her !" And that's the problem, because that's what you want to do and we know what a really, really, really bad idea it is. All I can think is that you saw a porn video with Sasha Grey in a gang bang and thought,"How do I get some of that ?!"
  15. My only thought is since she's hooking up with single guys and it goes badly, that she would be better off knowing how to have a healthy relationship first, before taking the plunge into swinging. -- Susan
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