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If a member of another swinger couple was wearing a collar?

If one member of another couple was wearing a collar, what would you do?  

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  1. 1. If one member of another couple was wearing a collar, what would you do?

    • Run as fast as you can, the thought really turns you off.
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    • Not pay any attention to it and judge them on your normal criteria.
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    • Be curious about it it but not approach.
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    • Be curious and approach the couple to find out more.
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    • Head strait for them thinking this could be a good time.
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    • Collar? BDSM? What the hell are those?
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Ok I know we have been quiet for a bit. Bunny is still getting comfortable again and SHE/I have been exploring other avenues of sexuality. To be direct those explorations have been into BDSM and we have decided that a Dom/sub relationship works for us. I am now her collared servant. We are now looking at returning to our favorite club and my collar will be on. So the question is, how would that affect your decision to swing with a couple if you see one of the members of that couple wearing a collar?

 

We know it may shrink our ability to swap, but it is still what we want to do. We are just curious how others really feel about it.

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Glad ya'll are finding your way and having fun here! I would think, that like anything else, there will be folks who are into that, folks who don't care, and folks who are against it. Do what works for ya'll, and I'm sure you'll find someone shares your style.

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I would find it hot and fun.... to an extent. It's really going to depend on the people. While I find a collar hot and mild BDSM to be quite hot. I met a couple once upon a time (when I was a single female) that told me about how they had a single girl "slave" that used to sleep at the foot of their bed. I RAN the other way.

 

I guess that said, I think most people won't be bothered by the collar on it's own... it's going to depend more on how involved you expect them to be with your BDSM play.

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A collar always makes me curious...and it gives people something to talk about. Last time we were out I approached a girl in a collar who was holding a crop. I asked her something on the dance floor about it.

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I think it would be a good conversation piece as well...however, some may just not think it's their thing.

 

To an extent we have explored it as well...I have a very nice set of ankle/wrist restraints/collar (shiny black patent leather), we have a nice flogger, a whip (a friend gave it to us, it's very nice, but that's just way too much pain for me...I just like to flick it to make the noise :whip:), chains on the bed, etc. I am quite happy being in the sub position for my sweetie. But, it's not something we include in playtime...mostly because it really isn't a huge turn on for many people...and the whole D/s or any form of power exchange isn't widely understood...so we have no problem keeping it just to ourselves as an avenue to be explored.

 

Now...one of the pics on our SLS is from the first Halloween we went out together. I went as a teacher's pet...ie: school girl outfit with a collar and a leash...now, to most of the crowd we had to 'explain' my costume...but there was a BDSM group at the bar that night that totally 'got it'. lmao :lol:

 

Wear it, some folks may not even ask about the 'why' just the 'ohhhh, i like that...where did you get it?' lol

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I guess that said, I think most people won't be bothered by the collar on it's own... it's going to depend more on how involved you expect them to be with your BDSM play.

 

Only as involved as they would want to be. Just as we don't wish to be pressured to do things we wouldn't want, we won't pressure others. If all they wanted was a normal swap that is cool. if they want more involvement, all the better.:D

 

It is interesting to see that so far none of you would have problems. It will be interesting to see how it plays out at our club. There are others there who are into BDSM, but I am the only male submissive that we know about. Should be interesting.

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For the record, I'd be one of those who found it intriguing. Whether we played or not would be based on the usual criteria.

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We have seen this at the clubs before, can't say we are into it though. I really don't know how it would go over at the clubs, as we really didn't pay that much attention when we have seen it. In our area the BDSM crowd has a pretty active culture and clubs of their own. Personally, it would be a turn-off to me, hence why we didn't pay much attention to the d/s folks that we have seen at the clubs.

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In our explorations with swinging, I've found that many people don't understand BDSM. We went away for a weekend to a hotel getaway, and our room door was open, which generally means that people are welcome to come in. At that moment I happened to be bound to the bed. We found that several people came in, then left right away. Guess it wasn't to their taste.

 

A couple of people stayed, but never really engaged.

 

All this to say, yeah, some people are into it, some aren't.

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We've not been involved in that part of the lifestyle, never had anyone show us that side. So it wouldn't be a turn off, more of a curiosity!

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Well what can I say about collars :rolleyes:,

 

We have a pair and a spare. ;)

 

If you are comfortable in a collar, wear it with pride; spend a few bucks and get a nice one though.

 

It is very rare for us to see anything at the clubs we go to but we are always looking. It is not our play of choice but we have dabbled in it. It is a very private thing for us. We have one playmate that is really into submissiveness.

 

Like Julie said, I wouldn't be into having a sub at the foot of the bed. We met a couple that wanted us to join them and perhaps some day we will. She has worn a collar at some bike rallies for several days. A bit much for us though; it is not our choice of play but we have had a few great experiences. We are more on the mild sensual side. The sub female we play with is just role play. We could go to many places together and you would assume we are just all friends doing regular stuff out on the town. But we have discussed so many things. The collars aren't put on until we are in a very private setting.

 

What we understand about this type of play is Trust. Our friend brought this fantasy to us out of the TRUST being established first. I was a little shocked at first and had to research most of what I know.

 

I have found out I'm not a sub. For one, it is too close to my defense mechanism. Tie me up, and there will be broken shit in the house. It is not too cool playing with a broken bedpost or chair attached to my arm with handcuffs. Been there done that :eek: Sorry, but at least we know what I can't handle :cool:.

 

I had never dreamed that I could call a woman SLUT, without getting my eyes scratched out, let alone having permission to do so. That is why I say so much.. it is about trust.

 

There is a fine line between being submissive and being degraded.

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Hi Ed and Bunny,

 

First, I want to point out the difference between people who "have a problem with it" and those for whom it would be a turn-off. We don't have a problem at all with people who enjoy what they're doing and it suits them. More power to them! However, everyone has their own sexual turn-ons and turn-offs, and for many this is just simply a turn-off (it's not a judgement of you).

 

...have decided that a Dom/sub relationship works for us. i am now her collared servant.

 

This is now part of your relationship and your lifestyle. It's probably fairly significant to you, and influences how you think and feel about sexual scenarios.

 

how would that affect your decision to swing with a couple if you see one of the members of that couple wearing a collar?

 

If it was a costume or something, it wouldn't affect my decision. If D/s is your lifestyle, it would turn us off. We've talked about this, and we're turned-off by both sides of this equation.

 

Again, this is all about sexual preferences.

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SCcpl40 said:
We've not been involved in that part of the lifestyle, never had anyone show us that side. So it wouldn't be a turn-off, more of a curiosity!

I never thought about the curiosity factor. i can see how that could get us in some conversations. But as Sweet_TNA says, We know that from there it depends on chemistry and attraction.

 

Tybee Swing said:
Hi Ed and Bunny,

 

First, I want to point out the difference between people who "have a problem with it" and those for whom it would be a turn-off. We don't have a problem at all with people who enjoy what they're doing and it suits them. More power to them! However, everyone has their own sexual turn-ons and turn-offs, and for many this is just simply a turn-off (it's not a judgment of you).

If it was a costume or something, it wouldn't affect my decision. If D/s is your lifestyle, it would turn us off. We've talked about this, and we're turned-off by both sides of this equation.

 

Again, this is all about sexual preferences.

 

Actually when I posted this I didn't think about the difference. Either way though the idea was to find out how much this would limit the availability of partners. It is different and we know some will be turned off. We were just curious to know how many.

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Well what can I say about collars :rolleyes:,

 

We have a pair and a spare. ;)

 

If you are comfortable in a collar, wear it with pride; spend a few bucks and get a nice one though.

 

It is very rare for us to see anything at the clubs we go to but we are always looking. It is not our play of choice but we have dabbled in it. It is a very private thing for us. We have one playmate that is really into submissiveness.

 

Like Julie said, I wouldn't be into having a sub at the foot of the bed. We met a couple that wanted us to join them and perhaps some day we will. She has worn a collar at some bike rallies for several days. A bit much for us though; it is not our choice of play but we have had a few great experiences. We are more on the mild sensual side. The sub female we play with is just role play. We could go to many places together and you would assume we are just all friends doing regular stuff out on the town. But we have discussed so many things. The collars aren't put on until we are in a very private setting.

 

What we understand about this type of play is Trust. Our friend brought this fantasy to us out of the TRUST being established first. I was a little shocked at first and had to research most of what I know.

 

I have found out I'm not a sub. For one, it is too close to my defense mechanism. Tie me up, and there will be broken shit in the house. It is not too cool playing with a broken bedpost or chair attached to my arm with handcuffs. Been there done that :eek: Sorry, but at least we know what I can't handle :cool:.

 

I had never dreamed that I could call a woman SLUT, without getting my eyes scratched out, let alone having permission to do so. That is why I say so much.. it is about trust.

 

There is a fine line between being submissive and being degraded.

 

Very nicely written. You hit the most important point though, which is trust. Also there is what you can handle. Bunny is like you and cannot handle being tied up, so will not do well as a sub. Then again, Her personality isn't suited for it either.

 

Due to all that, we would not involve anyone in anything they are not comfortable with. If all the other couple wants is a strait swap then thats what it will be. Although our dom and sub personalities leak through at times we do love normal sex. From there anything is possible depending on what the interest level is.

 

As for the private thing, there are some aspects of this that i feel neither of us would feel comfortable doing in a more public setting. As you said there is a fine line between submissive and degrading. Doing these things with other BDSM people is fine, but in front of those who don't understand would not be comfortable.

 

And lastly, Bunny made sure I have a very nice collar to wear.

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It wouldn't bother me if somebody wore a collar to one of our parties, but they better not crap on the carpet. If they do, they're gonna get smacked with a rolled up newspaper and sent to the garage.

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I've never given collars much thought. I've always considered them jewelry, in that women (I don't recall seeing a man wear one) dawn them because they like them or they complement what they're wearing at the club. I've seen them most often during a theme night at a club - usually Halloween.

 

I've thought about wearing one if I found one I liked and felt it would look appropriate with my outfit. But my decision to wear it wouldn't be to alert people to our sexual style; we're not Dom/sub players nor are we a D/s couple. Maybe it's a good thing I've never worn one...It could have sent the wrong message to people and I'd end up getting into something I wasn't expecting. :lol:

 

A collar wouldn't be a turn off and wouldn't deter me from approaching someone. I'd look at the whole picture, everything I see about the person and their behavior.

 

I have never seen a couple at the club where one of them always wears a collar. If I did see this it would occur to me that the collar has some significant meaning relating to their D/s relationship or preferred sexual activity. Still I wouldn't be turned off, just curious, and I'd probably meet them to see what they are like.

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O.K., we will be the first to reply then. Since we are somewhat o.k with this we would approach with caution.

 

We have a sub female as a playmate. Its just a role play scenario (occasionally) we can have regular sex as well, so when she asks for this type of play. Its her decision when.

 

Its a little different than norm but there are many boundaries one should know about. I for one, playing the Dom had issues with crossing what I felt were degrading. When we have played It took allot discussing before sex.

 

Some are into this hard core and personally we just like the soft BDSM. I guess it would be soft BDSM :confused:. For us, Mrs.fun is actually sub Dom. I guess that would be the term. Mrs.Fun is submissive to (me only) the other female doesn't give orders to Mrs.fun, she would ask me, and I could order Mrs.fun.. Sounds weird to some maybe, but there is allot to be talked about before this type of play.

 

Its acting on my part, but it is very exciting as well. Its easy to get caught up in the play and cross boundaries. We don't use code words. They are way to easy to over look.

 

Like I say, Trust is a major factor when being verbal or giving orders. We are not hard core BDSM. We only played this roll between ourselves, until we met this friend.

 

If we were to venture into this type with someone new, we would have to have that talk about boundaries before play. One must be able to sit and talk at the table and talk about fucking. It wouldn't be good to be saying thing like " I might be o.k. with that " that could lead to crossing boundaries.

 

Our friend has few boundaries, we all know each others.

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For me personally, there are a very few men that I am ok with subbing (as in I've only ever found 2 that I was comfortable with). That ever pesky trust issue presents itself yet again. lol :)

 

My thing with not necessarily incorporating it into our swing time is that I don't want it to be perceived as something I want to do with everyone.

 

What is really comes down to is that I consider myself a switch. Except for the previous 2 partners...I'm usually fairly dominant.

 

But again, some guys don't like not having some semblance of control and wouldn't like it. So it's not something we prefer to engage in during playtime.

 

I think that generally speaking you will see more females wearing a collar...either because of the D/s thing or just because they think it looks cute.

 

Again, good conversation piece...but you may risk alienating potential play partners that either don't understand or is a turn off for them. For us, it's just something that we like to keep between us...although we did take the flogger and restraints to try out the 'dungeon' at a club we used to go to...but it was a slow night, only a few people were there, and we were pretty much left to our own devices. lol

 

I think the potential for scaring folks off is there...particularly if they feel it's going to be incorporated into their play time with you. I know it's new, exciting, and you may want to shout it from the rooftops...but there are more ways than the obvious to play the power exchange in public than just wearing a collar. ;)

 

Good luck!

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Personally, I'd take it on a per-situation basis. Get a feel for the couple and see what they were like.

 

We're both very much into free choice, so an all-out D/s relationship would probably turn us both off by virtue of one party voluntarily giving up a lot of their immediate choices (no offense to anyone who is into D/s. With all due respect, it's not our cup of tea).

 

But if we got on well and liked them, why not?

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The couples who aren't into D/s might not be interested in pursuing sex from the get-go based on your D/s lifestyle, but they might get to know you better and over time realize that you're "safe" and would be fun to play with.

 

This isn't running from you, and it's not proceeding as if it wasn't part of your life, either. It's in between, and I'll bet that you would experience something like this in real life. :)

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This isn't running from you, and it's not proceeding as if it wasn't part of your life, either. It's in between, and I'll bet that you would experience something like this in real life. :)

 

We are a bit surprised at the results. Out of 20 responses so far only two have a negative reaction. The majority are curious. Not sure why we didn't see that coming, guess it can be chalked up to our newness in the lifestyle. Overall it seems our thought that it would limit our opportunities is wrong. Just by making people curious enough to come talk to us increases the chances of playing when people get a chance to know us better.

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For this poll though I was interested in those quick first impressions. First impressions do mean a lot in the club environment where you may or may not see someone again.

 

Very true! :iagree:

 

It does look like the poll is favorable for you. Is this poll & thread going to help you decide whether or not you are going to come out in your collar in the club?

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JustAskJulie said:
I guess that said, I think most people won't be bothered by the collar on it's own... it's going to depend more on how involved you expect them to be with your BDSM play.

 

I agree with this. We aren't into BDSM in the least... But if she looks sexy in a collar, YOWZA!

 

I will say that we have some couples (I wrote a "couple of couples" which is accurate, but awkward to read) who come to the club, wife in collar, husband holding her leash. That, for us, is a turn off... When the BDSM is that "out there" then the message seems to be "this is your only option with us" - we move on.

 

But just a collar, Mrs Spoo have one of those. Bought it at the BDSM store. Sexy as hell, but just a fashion statement for us.

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Tybee Swing said:
Very true! :iagree:

 

It does look like the poll is favorable for you. Is this poll & thread going to help you decide whether or not you are going to come out in your collar in the club?

 

That decision was already made for me. LOL No this was just to see what kind of reaction we could expect when I do wear the collar to the club.

 

 

Spoomonkey said:
I agree with this. We aren't into BDSM in the least... But if she looks sexy in a collar, YOWZA!

 

I will say that we have some couples (I wrote a "couple of couples" which is accurate, but awkward to read) who come to the club, wife in collar, husband holding her leash. That, for us, is a turn-off... When the BDSM is that "out there" then the message seems to be "this is your only option with us" - we move on.

 

But just a collar, Mrs Spoo has one of those. Bought it at the BDSM store. Sexy as hell, but just a fashion statement for us.

 

Thanks for that piece of advice Spoo. Bunny has talked about possibly throwing the leash on me in certain circumstances. I see your point in how that would change how others see it. Doesn't mean we wont, just that we will know that others wanting to play with us will most likely be limited by that. Although as I have said before, play with others is always at their comfort level.

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The collar I would find interesting and may even spark a conversation. But the leash I think would cause me to take a wider berth. But then again I am somewhat conservative....even in the vanilla world. :lol:

 

But like you said "Play at your comfort level". That is what makes it more fun.

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Jeff and I were talking about this yesterday.

 

As far as the collar: I think most folks would just take it for 'decoration'...not jumping to the conclusion 'oh, he's sub'...just 'hey, did you see that dude over there wearing a collar'.

 

Now, for those that are into D/s or have dabbled in it...of course they are going to attach a meaning to it. And Jeff's response was along the lines of 'Regardless of if it was a male or female wearing the collar...I wouldn't approach/speak to that person, I would be directing my attention to the other (the dom).'

 

As for the leash: Well...I had a collar and leash for my 'teacher's pet' costume. Part of it is how you try to pull that one off. The attitude of it, if you will. If she puts in on after y'all are there and is playful about it...that's one thing compared to her marching in with you trailing behind like a bad puppy. (Sorry for the comparison)

 

I guess as long as you are prepared for even folks you have previously played with being a bit put off or not approaching you...then do what you like. :) The thing is, even though you are ok with playing at that person's comfort level...they may never get to the point of finding that out b/c of the collar.

 

As I told Jeff when we were discussing this topic, I don't want to be known as 'that BDSM' couple...mostly because people don't understand it. Being an asshole does not make you a dom...it just makes you an ass. But that's how many folks understand it to be. And if you don't understand it...you either avoid or are afraid (that could be applied to swinging in general).

 

Good luck and have fun. :D

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Well, I am into bdsm and D/s, so it would be appealing to me, but only in the sense that I don't run into many people who are openly into that in swinging (as a matter of fact, I make a point of keeping it to myself usually because I get some weird looks/comments if people find out).

 

I would probably watch them for a little bit to see if they were wearing it as a decoration or as a symbol. If a symbol, I'd try to get a feel for whether I should approach the person wearing the collar first or not.

 

However, as much as I would find it interesting, I would not engage in that play with them. I only do that with one person. If attractive and we clicked though, I'd be more than happy to have sex with them :D

 

If I couldn't ascertain whether it was a symbol or not, I'd probably go with it being decoration.

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We don't think that we would pay attention to it and try not to judge and get to know the couple for who they are. On the other had, our first thoughts would be of that Nicolas Cage movie. You know the one that he's a detective and is hired by this rich woman to look for her granddaughter. They find out that the granddaughter was a prostitute and she was killed by these guys who like to dress up in leather mask and tie the women up. They become so rough with the women that they end up killing them and filming it for those people that like to see that kind of stuff. Some of the movies that they sell are very bloody. They call them "snuff films". I guess that's how you spell it. I, the female half like a slap on the ass every once in a while, but not too rough. I also like being man handled, but not enough to draw blood. I have trust issues, so for me to let someone tie me up or man handle me, it would have to be someone that I trust. Male half is not into any kind of roughness at all during sex.

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My hubby learned that the one thing you do not do is touch the collar. As he reached to feel the texture, she said, "No one but my master touches my collar." Respectful man that he is, my husband quickly acknowledged his understanding.

 

I'd be curious. I think I'd really just want to watch first though ::P:

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If I saw another couple, and the guy was wearing a collar, I would ask, "Hello Father. I didn't know priests could be married, much less be swingers."

 

......

 

Oh, not that kind of collar. I'd be curious because power exchange always intrigued me. Amy would be polite, talk to them for a few minutes, then politely excuse us, then smack me for talking to them (and not in the kinky way)

 

But in her defense, she was in a relationship where she was physically abused by an ex-boyfriend that caused her to lose a child, so I can understand why the pain stuff is totally un-sexy to her.

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Just wanted to interject here, and remind people that the BDSM or D/s lifestyle is NOTHING like abuse.

 

I have a long history of abusive relationships (which ended for good when I met the guy I dated just before I met my husband, which is to say about 17 years ago), but my trusting relationship with my darling man is not violent, painful, demeaning, angry or abusive.

 

Power exchange can only be done when complete trust is there, which is why I will only explore that with my husband and my partner.

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Just wanted to interject here, and remind people that the BDSM or D/s lifestyle is NOTHING like abuse.

 

I have a long history of abusive relationships (which ended for good when I met the guy I dated just before I met my husband, which is to say about 17 years ago), but my trusting relationship with my darling man is not violent, painful, demeaning, angry or abusive.

 

Power exchange can only be done when complete trust is there, which is why I will only explore that with my husband and my partner.

 

Absolutely true, and I did not mean to suggest that it has anything to do with abuse. I was simply saying that my wife's particular past issue leads her personally to shun the idea. She cites her reason for not being interested in BDSM was because of past abuse, which she has the right to do. But I mean no disrespect to those who enjoy it without issue. While I find the idea intriguing, I would not go there out of respect for her.

 

Sorry for the miscommunication.

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Hmmm...I would be curious. Do I get spanked? LOL

Only if you asked Bunny to spank you. She probably would though if asked. :facelic:

 

Power exchange can only be done when complete trust is there, which is why I will only explore that with my husband and my partner.

 

You are so very right with this. Only the complete trust I have for HER allows me to submit as fully as I have. In the context of swapping, We are same room only, so if SHE chose to hand some of that power to another, I would not be concerned as SHE would always be there to take over if things went too far.

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I so want to be in a room... chairs around... people sitting... I'm standing... sexy outfit... revealing.... heels... 5+ inch... my wrists tied over my head to the ceiling... everyone looking... I love thinking about this...

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      The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
       
      But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
       
      As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
       
      After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
       
      Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
       
      “Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
       
      “Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
       
      “This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
       
      Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
       
      “Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
       
      Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
       
      Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
       
      We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
       
      I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
       
      We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
       
      “You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
       
      “Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
       
      “Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
       
      “Something wrong with him?” I asked.
       
      “I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
       
      “Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
       
      We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
    • By Ntexcouple
      I have posted several stories about Dee’s and my adventures in the swinging lifestyle. Then, I lost the love of my life to a drunk driver. I never knew a hurt as bad as losing the one person that gave meaning to my very soul. The first year I was just getting by, living if you want to call it that, day to day. I would wake up, go to work, come home, and sit outside drinking and feel sorry for myself. I still had friends that Dee and I had made, and they would try to get me out from time to time, but I just felt I was the odd man out, and it was more of a pity fuck than anything else was.
       
      Sue and Don were our best friends in the lifestyle, and they tried their best, but without Dee, I just couldn’t get back into it anymore. One Saturday, I was at home setting out by the pool, drinking, and, as usual, feeling sorry for myself when Sue showed up. She walked into the backyard, took one look at me, and gave it to me with both barrels.
       
      She said that Dee was dead, and as much as we loved her, that was not going to change. She is dead, and she is gone, and the way I was living my life, I might as well be dead also. Dee loved life, and she would not want me to be living like I was. She told me it was time for me to move on and start living again. After about an hour of us talking and crying, she had to get back home. I sat there the rest of the afternoon, thinking about what she had said and how true it was. Dee would not want me moping around, just like if I had been killed in that crash; I would want her to get on with her life. I set the beer down and just thought of all the things Sue had said. I called her that night and told her she was right and it was time that I started living again. She said that they were going to go to a house party the next weekend, and they had a friend that wanted to meet me. She told me her friend had seen some pictures of me, and she would e-mail some pictures of her, and if I wanted, she would fix us up for the party. I agreed, and she sent the pictures of Nancy for me to look at.
       
      The pictures she sent were of Nancy clothed, and I know the pictures of me that Sue had were not clothed pictures but were pictures of some of the parties we had been to. So she had the advantage over me in that regard. Nancy is a good-looking woman about 7 years younger than me, 5’6"/7" tall. She had blond hair and a good-looking body, from what I saw in her swimsuit picture. I called Sue the next day and told her that I would like to meet Nancy. She gave me her phone # and said she was expecting a call from me. She also said to be at their house at 6:30 Friday night, and we would all go to the party together.
       
      I called Nancy, and we talked for about an hour just to get to know something about each other. She knew all about Dee from Sue and said she went through something like that 3 years ago. Her husband of 18 years just up and left her with twin boys to raise. She had been single a little more than a year when her sons went off to college, and she decided to start living her life for herself. She was upfront and outspoken and said that she had always liked sex, but over the years, it had become predictable and ho-hum with her husband until he left. She told me that she got into swinging with a friend from work and her husband. She found that she liked the excitement of having sex with different people, both men and women, and she was not looking for a husband, just a fuck buddy. I agreed with her and told her I was not looking for a life partner but just needed to start living again.
       
      As Friday approached, I began to get nervous about going to the party. I knew several of the couples that were going to be there because Dee and I had been with them for some time or another. Even the thought of fucking Sue, no matter how many times she and I had fucked each other, made me nervous. I stopped by Don and Sue’s house Thursday night after work and told them I did not think I could go thou with it. We were sitting at their bar, and Sue told me I was just nervous about meeting Nancy. She said that I already knew most of the couples that would be there and I just needed to relax.
       
      Sue then took my hand and told me to come with her. She walked me into the den in front of the couch and undid my pants, and pushed them down to my knees. She then told me to sit down and got on her knees in front of me. She reached into my underwear and started to stroke my dick. I could feel my dick responding to her soft touch when she said to just close my eyes and relax and enjoy. With that, she pulled my underwear down to my knees and started to lick my hard shaft and balls. When her tongue left my balls and started up my shaft, her left hand would start holding and roll my balls around oh so softly. As her tongue got to the head of my dick, her right hand would start to stroke my shaft. Her mouth opened, and she took the head of my dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I had almost forgotten how hot her mouth felt when she would suck my dick or how good she was at it. She knew just what she was doing and how to please a man with her tongue, mouth and hands.
       
      I opened my eyes to watch her head bob up and down and see my dick disappearing and reappearing from her mouth. I saw Don sitting at the bar, just watching his wife suck another man's dick. This was not the first time Don has seen his wife suck my dick, but in the past, he was with Dee or any of the other ladies in our little group. If not, he was most likely helping me with Sue, either licking her pussy or fucking her while she sucked my dick. But to watch him sitting there fully dressed while she was sucking me was a little strange and comforting at the same time. I realized just how good of friends they both were.
       
      I started to feel my climax grow deep down. I guess it had been a while, and I felt a rush of heat as I started to shoot my cum in Sue’s mouth. She sucked and stroked my shaft to get all she could out. I also forgot just how horny Sue got when she had a fresh load of cum shot in her mouth. She was humping my leg like a dog, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through both her pants and mine. As I tried to catch my breath, she looked up and asked if I was relaxed now. I told her that I was, and she said good, now go home and have a good night's sleep and they would see me at 6:30 Friday.
       
      Don started to protest that I could not come over and get his wife all hot and bothered and just leave him there alone to take care of her. Sue kissed me on the cheek and said yes, he can because he will need all his strength for when she and Nancy get a hold of me the next night.
       
      I stood up and redid my pants and told Don good luck, and as I was leaving, I heard Sue tell him to get his clothes off right now. She needed a good hard fuck.
       
      Friday came, and I arrived at Sue and Don’s house at 6:30 as planned. Nancy was not there yet, but Sue told me that we were not expected at the party until 8. Sue, Don, and I were sitting at their bar talking, and I asked where was this party we were going to and they said it was at a couple's house (Dan and Barbara) who they had met about 8 months ago. I did not know them, and I asked if they knew that I was coming, and without knowing me, were they ok with that. Sue told me that they knew and were fine with it, also that Robert and Cathy, and David and Joann would also be there, and that they all had vouched for me. Sue asked if I was still nervous, and I said yes I was.
       
      Meeting a lady for the first time, as a single, would make any man nervous, much less one you were going to a swinging house party with her as your date. Who would not be nervous? But knowing 3 couples that were going to be there helped somewhat. (Robert and Cathy were the first couple that Dee and I ever played with when we got into swinging, and David and Joann were part of the group that we got together with for about 3 years).
       
      Nancy arrived about 15 minutes later, looking stunning. She wore a low-cut gray blouse and a black skirt that stopped about halfway to her knees. Dark stockings and black high heels. She stood 5’7", about 135 lbs., and had legs to die for. Blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and very well-gifted up top. Her blouse was cut just right so that the mounds of her tits were showing down to the top of her nipples. She had an incredible tan line that went from a dark bronze color to almost show white ½" above her nipples. She was in her early 40’s, and I started to feel very nervous again. The four of us sat and talked until it was time to leave for the party, Sue ran and got her party bag, and we all loaded up in their SUV for the drive over. Nancy and I were going to sit in the back seat for the drive over, and as she was getting in, I saw she had on black garters that were holding up her stockings; with her low-cut blouse, I already knew she was bra-less, panty-less, well only time would tell.
       
      We arrived at the party, and I was introduced to Dan and Barbara. They are a nice-looking couple, early 40’s early 50’s, like most of the couples there. I saw that Robert and Cathy were already there, along with David and Joann. With a total of 10 couples there at the time, that made it 3 that I knew and 6 plus Nancy that I did not know. (I kept hearing Dee’s words; Mingle and meet, Mingle and meet over and over in my head).
       
      The party was going along like most house parties did, with people greeting one another, some snacks, some drinks, music, and dancing. Small groups standing around talking, a lot of flirting going on. As time went by, there were more people in different stages of undressed. A couple would be seen walking down the hall towards one of the bedrooms, more couples would be going out to enjoy the hot tub on the patio. Everyone was having a good time excluding myself. I had almost forgotten how at ease one could be and how much fun it was to be around people that thought of recreational sex the same as Dee and I did.
       
      (You see someone and you say, "I would like to fuck that person" They look at you and say, " I would like to fuck that person", and the two of you get together and fuck. Both enjoy it, and that is that. Your spouse knows about it and, most of the time, is there to enjoy it with you if not joining in. No jealousies ,no hard feelings, no fights, and most of all, no means no. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that I am now a single man in a couple’s lifestyle.)
       
      I was talking to a couple when I looked towards the area that had been set aside for dancing, where I saw Nancy, Joann, and Barbara all dancing together. All three had shed their blouses and were giving one hell of a sexy dance performance. I knew from what I could see from her low-cut blouse that Nancy had a nice set of tits, but to see her dancing topless they were great. They were round and firm with nipples that stood out ¾". At 43 years of age, they were more than likely bought, but real or Memorex, I did not care. I just wanted to suck on them. Her stomach was flat and firm and showed that she took care of herself at the gym. She still had her skirt on, but those long legs and that flat-toned stomach just started me to think how beautiful the meeting place must look.
       
      When the song ended, Nancy walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and said, let's go. I want to have you alone first, and I had no problem with that. We walked down the hall and checked the first two bedrooms and found them occupied. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, and when we opened the door, we saw Sue and Dan had already gotten there. We started to close the door, and Dan said to come on in. There was more than enough room on the bed; he and Sue only needed half of it.
       
      Nancy put her arms around my neck and kissed me, and whispered that she wanted me naked. At this point, she started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her firm breast pressing against my chest as I ran my hands down her sides. Her skirt had no snaps but was held up by the elastic waistband. It was just a matter of hooking my thumbs under the waistband and stretching it out a little so it would slide down her long legs. Just as I had suspected, she was panty-less. As she undid my pants, I cupped one of her tits in my hand and lowered my mouth to her nipple. My other hand found her wet hot pussy, and I started to finger fuck her with ease. Her hands had pushed my pants down to my knees, and she was stroking my swollen cock with both of her hands. I could hear her breathing getting heavier with each passing moment as I sucked her nipple and fingered her sweet wet hole. She looked me in the eye and pulled my head closer to hers for a long sexual kiss. She started slowly going down to her knees, all the while kissing my chest and stomach. When she reached my now rock-hard shaft, she cupped my balls and the base of my dick in both hands and opened her mouth to take its head into her mouth.
       
      As I stood there getting this magnificent blow-job from this woman, I looked over to the bed. Sue and Dan had moved to the sixty/nine position, and Sue was sucking his cock like she did mine the night before. Dan had his face buried between Sue’s legs, licking her sweet pussy for all its worth. He had his hands spreading it as far as he could to get his tongue in as deep as he could. I remembered just how good Sue’s pussy tasted when she would come, and she always came from a good licking. I wondered just how Nancy’s pussy would taste and did she enjoy it as much as Sue. It would not be much longer before I would find out because of the way she was sucking my dick and watching Sue and Dan, I started to unload in her mouth. My first squirt was deep inside her mouth; the second one she had pulled back but had her mouth open so that it landed in her mouth but mostly on the tongue. As she was swallowing the first two loads, the third hit her closed lips and started to run down her chin. She wiped it off with her finger and then cleaned her finger with her tongue. She stood up and looked me in the eye, and said thank you, we kissed deep and long, and then I told her it was my turn. As she landed down on the bed, I removed my shoes, socks, and pants. She was on her back naked except for her garters and stockings.
       
      I laded down beside her and started to kiss her gently on the neck; slowly, I worked my way down to her nipples, where I sucked and nibbled on each one of them. All the while, I was running my fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy. Her pussy was neatly shaved with just a puff of blond hair left above it. I have always preferred a little hair left instead of an all-shaved pussy, (I wondered if Sue had told her that and she shaved that way just for me). I was working my way down to her honey pot, and she was opening her legs for me. I normally like to work a woman by kissing, nibbling, and sucking on the inside of their legs before I dive into pussy licking. That always seemed to bring their tension up a notch, so when I did go for the gold, they were more than ready for it. With Nancy having her garters and stockings on, that kind of blocked that approach. I soon found out that she did not need that step of foreplay; I also found out that she was anything but a quiet climaxer. I had no sooner started licking, sucking, and nibbling her pussy than she started humping and screaming and cumming. She was begging me to fuck her right then, I needed a little more time to recoup from my climax before I could go on, and she didn’t seem to want to give it to me. I looked from between the legs, and I don’t know if Sue saw the whipped dog look in my eyes or if she was so turned on by Nancy's pleading for a hard fucking or what, but Sue came to my rescue once again.
       
      Sue was on top of Dan, and he was hammering away at her for all he was worth. Sue leaned over and started kissing Nancy and telling her to let it come. I was still down licking her pussy and thinking, "Let this climax run its course, and things will settle down till I recover and can produce again. With Sue's kissing and sucking Nancy's tits and Nancy sucking on Sue’s tits and a double effect. Dan announced that he was coming, and I felt myself coming back into the game. As I slid back up on Nancy to where I could enter her, Sue sat back up on Dan and started riding him hard. She was about to have her own climax and needed to concentrate on that. Just as I put the head of my dick to Nancy’s pussy she said NO, not this way; she pushed me off and got on her hands and knees and said do me from behind; I like it this way the best.
       
      I have no problem with doggie style, so I got behind her and guided the head of my dick into her pussy. I normally like to start slowly, but Nancy told me to do it hard and fast. So I jammed it into the hilt. She instantly started to rock back and forth, and it took a couple of seconds to get into her rhythm, but I got there and was on the in-stroke when she was rocking back and on the outstroke when she was going forward. Like I said before, you know when Nancy comes, everybody knows when Nancy comes, and it did not take long for her to come doggie style.
       
      After she came down from her climax, her body just went limp, and she sank onto the bed face down. Ok, I understand about fast climaxes; been there and done that a time or two myself, but this is the first time I had experienced it happening with the woman I was with. Normally it’s the man that has this happening. I lay down beside her and put my arm around he, and kissed her on her shoulder. I can hear and feel her breathing hard, but that is all the response I get. I look over and Sue is still riding Dan’s dick. I see that glazed-over look in her eyes, one that I have seen many times before, and I know that she won’t last much longer. Just then, I see Dan arch his back and drive into Sue as deep as he can go, his hands are pulling Sue down onto his shaft, and I know that he is releasing his load into her. Sue is wide-eyed and tells him Yes, give it to me, and I know from being there that she has also reached her climax. I lay there and watched her rock back and forth as Dan kept his back arched to give her as much dick as he could. I know the feeling of her pussy muscles on a dick, and I know what he is feeling at this moment. They are constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing as she rocks back and forth. Milking every bit of his juice out that they can. I watch as they slow down, and then Sue collapses onto Dan’s chest; she starts that silly giggle that lets you know that you did a good job.
       
      Sue rolled onto her back next to Nancy and looked at me, and asked if I was enjoying myself, and I told him yes. Dan said he needed a drink and asked if any of us wanted one. Sue wanted a margarita, Nancy wanted a glass of ice water, and I said I could use a beer. As Dan was off to get the drinks, the three of us sat up in the bed, the women sat cross-legged, and I just slid up between them and used the headboard as a backrest. I could smell the must of just fucked pussy in the air. There were two women sitting crossed-legged with their pussies open for all to see, and I still had a hard-on. Sue spoke first and said to Nancy, " Did I not tell you he was a good fuck or not" At that point, I could have crawled under the bed, except that Sue was now rubbing my hard dick. Nancy agreed and said that she can’t wait to go again. Sue said that the night was young, but Nancy would just have to wait her turn now because she was next. Thank god Dan showed up with the drinks.
       
      The four of us sat there talking and sipping our drinks. We could hear the party going on in the other part of the house with the music and the occasional orgasm from one of the partygoers or another. Sue asked if we knew where Don was, and Dan said he saw him with Joann, to which Sue said, "Well, he will be occupied for a while". All this time, Sue was stroking my hard cock, then she said that it looked like I was ready to go again, and so was she. Nancy asked her if we could all do it like they did it at the last party. Sue looked at me and then back at Nancy and said that she thought it would be all right. I must have had a questioning look on my face because Sue told me that I would defiantly like this.
       
      Sue had me sit on the side of the bed with my feet on the floor. She then turned around and straddled me backward. I felt her guide my dick into her pussy as she sat down on my lap. " As exciting as the unknown is when having sex with a new partner, it is just as exciting as being in the know and having sex with someone that you have been with before. You know just what they like, and they know what trips your button; Sue knew just what to do to trip my button." She started to rotate her hips to give my dick that just-right grinding. Feeling her slow humping up and down along with the rotation was driving me insane. About that time, I felt a tongue wrapping around my balls and work up my shaft to where I was buried into Sue’s wet box. I looked around Sue to see Nancy on her hands and knees licking not only my balls and dick but also Sue’s wet pussy, and Dan was behind Nancy just fucking away. Sue started to rotate and moan, which caused me to shove up harder; Nancy was licking and sucking faster, which made Sue moan and rotate faster. It was like a snowball rolling downhill. The more it went on, the faster it got. I don’t know what was going on with Dan, and I did not care. I know that I came harder and longer into Sue’s pussy than I can ever remember doing. I remember falling back onto the bed with Sue laying on top of me and still feeling a tongue licking the both of us, and then I heard a far-off scream that said fuck me fuck yes fuck me.
       
      Sue was pulling on my arms and telling me it was time that we rejoined the party. We walked down the hall naked and into the den. We went to the bar, and I sat down on one of the stools. Sue went and got us both a drink and stood between my legs with her arms around my neck. She asked me what I thought of Nancy, and I told her that she was definitely different than any woman that I knew. She said that there was a long story behind that and she would tell me later, but not tonight, I laid my head down between her breast, and she was holding me and rubbing the back of my head when Don came walking up to join us.
       
      Don sat down on a stool, and Sue went over and put her arms around him and asked if he was having fun; I said that he looked like he had been road hard and put up wet. To which he came back with a one-word answer. " Joann". Sue and I just laughed, and I asked if she was still a whirlwind in bed, and he said that she was a man killer if you let her.
      Sue kissed us both and said that we men better get used to the whirlwinds because they are going to rule the world someday.
       
      Note from Jay:
      I have tried to express some of my feelings, thoughts, and happenings into the stories about how I got back into swinging after Dee’s death. I know that it is not your typical swing stories that you are used to reading here. I know that I have brought up couples out of the blue for those that have not been on this site for very long. There are stories posted by " Jay and Dee" that tells how we got started in the swinging lifestyle, how we found out that Don and Sue were swingers, and stories that were milestones in Dee’s and my journey into this wonderful lifestyle.
       
      A lifestyle that I thought had ended with Dee's death. A lifestyle of freedom, pleasure, understanding, and pure joy that I thought I would never be a part of again if it were not for Sue. Some might read into these stories that I have an infatuation with Sue. That is not true. I love Sue. If you go back and read The Surprise, you will know that I have known Sue since we were in elementary school. Her older brother was my best friend until we graduated high school; now, her husband is my best friend.
       
      If it were not for Sue and Don standing by me and pulling me out of my depression, getting me back into not only the lifestyle but life itself did I meet Pam.
       
      Pam is another story all together
       
      I lost Dee in 2004, and the stories about how I got back into the swing happened in 2006. In future stories, I will try not to go back too far into the past, but sometimes my thoughts go there, to a time, a place, or a person that is so important to me that I must bring it up for the story context.
    • By Spoomonkey
      I don't remember - in detail - just what it was that was said between myself and Marilyn that convinced her to swing. I know that I didn't discover the hidden key to the floodgate. But now, as I sit here thinking of her, picturing the passion on her face as she jerks another man's cock, I am flooded with excitement about the next time. But this is a story about our first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "I have no doubt, then."

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

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

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

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

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

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