Love in the Mountains

I have a fantasy of being pegged by my wife at say, a swinger house party, with the door open or some how on display for passerby’s to watch. My only concern is whether this would be considered disrespectful or against an unspoken etiquette? I can understand it’s not for everyone.

I have a question for the experienced couples on the board. For quite a while I have had the desire to be in a more sexually charged environment while having sex with my husband. Now, I have been hanging around this board and learned a lot about the maturity required to swing and I must say I am impressed by a lot of you. The reason I bring this up is because I would like your opinions. I am wanting to find some couples or groups that are open and mature like yourselves to watch while each couple has sex.
 
I am in my 20's and find that a lot of couples around my age lack maturity when it is called for. Of course for a lot of couples at any age it seems can barely keep their own relationships together. On the other hand it seems that a lot of you put respect and your relationships above all else. Other than the fact that I am not technically a swinger (yet ), I feel you people share more in common with my ideals than most groups of people.
 
I would love to try new things but I'm not near ready for a 4some or swapping. However, I feel that being in and getting comfortable as a couple around swingers would open the door to a lot of new experiences for me.
 
So I was curious how the couples on here would feel about having a non swapping couple around having sex in the same room as them? Does it make a difference to you if there are just 2 couples, more than 2, group sex, or swapping going on in the room? What do you think the best way to go about it would be? Is this something that Swingers in general accept?

Which one of the two are you more like?
 
Myself, I'm more of a Voyeur. Just something about watching gets me going!!!

When I was about 25 I was looking for a job that I could work at night so my hubby could watch the kids.
 
We both scanned the new papers and I found an ad for a model for adult party items and lingerie. Rock and I went to meet the guy and his wife.
 
When we got there we met a nice Black couple and found out what the job was all about - It was me modeling lingerie and showing them toys for sale.
 
The wife asked me to try on some of the things so they could see how they fit. Most were see-thru and they wanted me to go nude under. Then Leon helped me adjust it. Of course his big hand were all over my tits, but I figured, hey it’s modeling.
 
The first party was the next night. It went well sold a bunch.
 
Next week another show. This time more men than last, but I sold a lot along with sex toys, but not many.
 
The next party I had a few women ask me to demo some of the toys for them. I asked Leon about that and he said sure. We sold a bunch and I was paid a nice commission, but felt weird but horny using dildos on myself in front of people.     

The following is a work of fiction, the product of my own pervy imagination. Enjoy.
 
"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
 
"Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
 
The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
 
"Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
 
"Perv," Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement.
 
"All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
 
"... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly.
 
"Well..." Dan flushed.
 
"You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
 
"No promises," Dan grinned back.
 
<<<>>>
 
Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang.
 
"Hi, honey. How's the conference?" he said as he answered it.
 
"Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn replied.
 
"Having fun?" Dan chuckled.
 
"Oh yeah," Jenn's sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
 
"Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off." Dan stretched out on the couch.
 
"You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" Jenn laughed.
 
"How did you know?" Dan asked.
 
"We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
 
"Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
 
"Well..." Jenn hesitated teasingly.
 
"What are you doing?" Dan perked up.
 
"I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied.
 
"Looking for a guy?" Dan teased.
 
"Perv," Jenn laughed. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
 
"But what?" Dan sat up slowly.
 
"Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
 
"Yes?"
 
There was a long pause, and Dan's phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan's breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful.
 
"Wow," he breathed.
 
"I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn's voice teased through the phone.
 
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan wondered aloud.
 
"Yes," Jenn laughed, adding, "perv."
 
"Take 'em off," Dan said.
 
"No," Jenn gasped, plainly shocked.
 
"Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
 
"No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
 
"Off. Right now."
 
"Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily.
 
Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again.
 
Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy.
 
"Beautiful," Dan breathed.
 
"I'll call you later." Jenn's voice was husky. "Perv."
 
<<<>>>
 
"Damn time zones," Dan muttered to himself.
 
It was either terribly late or hideously early. He'd fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to.
 
The last thing she'd said was that she would call later.
 
Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone.
 
There were several messages from Jenn.
 
The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen's naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees.
 
JENN: Like what U C perv?
 
JENN: U up? Haha
 
JENN: Guy got me a drink.
 
JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
 
The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too.
 
It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan's mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar.
 
The last picture had been received more than an hour ago.
 
Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard.
 
His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it.
 
DAN: Hot pic.
 
He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another.
 
DAN: U naughty tease
 
Another endless minute passed.
 
DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar?
 
After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn't reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning.
 
He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text.
 
DAN: U still up?
 
More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed.
 
JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
 
DAN: U drunk lol?
 
DAN: Jenn?
 
DAN: U ok?
 
DAN: JENN?!?
 
JENN: C a 'll later
 
JENN: nifht
 
Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn's number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk... or whatever she was... Jenn obviously would call him 'later.' Pushing her wouldn't help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner.
 
<<<>>>
 
It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn't jump instantly every time his phone chimed.
 
Still, when she did finally call it didn't take him long to pick up.
 
"Hi, honey," Dan said brightly.
 
"Hey." Jenn's voice sounded oddly subdued.
 
"So, what do you have going on today?" He asked.
 
"Just more seminars," Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again.
 
"So..." Dan hesitated.
 
"Yeah, I..." Jenn stammered.
 
"You got a little crazy last night?" Dan forced a smile into his voice.
 
"Yeah," Jenn replied carefully.
 
"Too much to drink," Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.
 
"No," Jenn snapped.
 
"Really, 'cause those texts looked pretty drunk," Dan insisted.
 
"I wasn't drunk," Jenn countered angrily.
 
"Oh, come on," Dan said. "You could hardly type."
 
"Yeah, well it's hard to type when you're getting fucked!" Jenn shouted into her phone.
 
Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about.
 
"I'm sorry..." Jen stammered after a long silence.
 
"You're joking," Dan declared.
 
"I'm..." Jenn started again.
 
Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.
 
His phone rang again.
 
He answered, "Getting fucked?"
 
"You'd said..." Jenn stammered.
 
"What were you doing?"
 
"Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded close to tears.
 
"Shhh," Dan said soothingly. "Just tell me... when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn't you type right."
 
"I told you..." Jenn muttered.
 
"No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment."
 
"Getting fucked," Jenn replied.
 
"Tell me," Dan insisted.
 
"What do you want to hear?" Jenn replied. "Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while... while he was...."
 
"Was what?" Dan prompted.
 
"Was inside me. Was fucking me." Jenn said, her voice growing husky. "Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn't type properly."
 
"He knew," Dan said. "About me."
 
"He knew." Jenn confirmed.
 
"You were..." Dan took a deep breath. "Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy."
 
"Yes," Jenn said soft. "I was. I was fucking another guy."
 
"Who?" Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question.
 
"His name's Tim," Jenn replied slowly. "He's here at the conference."
 
"You met him in the bar," Dan said. "He's the one who took that picture."
 
"You saw... oh, right, the picture in the bar," Jenn said. "Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn't know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he'd seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for."
 
"You told him about me?" Dan felt a little shocked.
 
"Yeah, I did," Jenn admitted. "He asked about the picture, about why I'd taken it... and I told him about...
 
"You always go on about your pervy fantasies," Jenn continued. "About wanting me to... to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn't tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn't say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?
 
"It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he'd seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar... I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him... and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.
 
"I was so turned on... and Tim was nice... so, I told him. I told him your fantasy... about me fucking another guy."
 
"... and he decided to be that guy," Dan concluded.
 
"No," Jenn snapped. "I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told... after I told him about the fantasy, he didn't push. He hinted a lot, but he didn't assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room."
 
"... and fucked him," Dan said.
 
"Yes," Jenn answered confidently, "I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan... almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then... then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me."
 
"He was fucking you when I texted," Dan repeated.
 
"He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it," Jenn replied. "When he saw it was you... he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead."
 
There was another silence.
 
"It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard."
 
Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
 
"Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
 
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
 
"What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!"
 
"Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties."
"Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.'
 
"What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing."
 
There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok."
 
"So," Dan said. "Take 'em off."
 
"Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby."
 
"So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied.
 
"God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them."
 
She paused, "Wait a second."
 
Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
 
"Where are you?" Jenn asked.
 
"At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?"
 
"Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied.
 
"Men's," Dan said firmly.
 
"I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked.
 
"Do it," Dan insisted.
 
"Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me."
 
"Yet, slut," Dan chuckled.
 
Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
 
"OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off."
 
"Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly.
 
"Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length."
 
"I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned.
 
"Shit," Jenn snapped.
 
"How wet are you?" Dan asked.
 
"Perv," Jenn shot back.
 
"Tell me," he insisted.
 
"Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here."
 
She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?"
 
"I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me."
 
"I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
 
"Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked.
 
"That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good."
 
"Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
 
"Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good."
 
"You dirty slut," Dan groaned.
 
"Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock."
 
"I am," Dan replied.
 
"Say it," Jenn demanded.
 
"I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned.
 
"You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me."
 
"Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..."
 
"That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me."
 
"Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming.
 
"Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone.
 
For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
 
"I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom."
 
"Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done."
 
"Perv," Jenn replied.