Weekend Date
Tomorrow night we’re meeting a couple for a private date. We met them at a club a few weeks ago, but didn’t get to play and they’ve been chasing us ever since! They are a down to earth, honest and open couple. She is tall, blonde and of an athletic build. He’s dark, lean and very likeable. I’m looking forward to having some fun with them, and am really in the mood for some voyeurism, especially as I know Simon likes to watch too.
Lately I haven’t really wanted to participate with anyone else. We visited a club last weekend and spent some time with another couple we’d met (talked with, but not played with) before. She flirted with me and had a little play, but I didn’t really reciprocate. I felt inhibited, unsure and shy. I just wanted to be with Mr S, both physically and emotionally. I felt like we needed to reconnect. We’ve suffered quite a lot of family disturbance just lately, anyone with teenage children will probably understand where I’m coming from? And instead of pulling together, we’ve tended to clash and pull apart. But now I feel we’re back on track and ready to bring other people into our recreational lives again.
Up until now I have been very wary of making friends with any of our sexual playmates. Throwing emotions into the mix, for me anyway, tends to muddy and complicate the waters. And so far I’ve tended to compartmentalise sex and emotions. I’m aware, that even in my vanilla life, I tend to keep people at arms length, letting them ‘in’, up to a point, which when reached, triggers my shutters, cutting them off abruptly. I do eventually reconnect with them, but as anticipated (and probably intended), the friendship is never quite the same. I know when I’m doing this, but am not inclined to prevent it. I think it may be a form of self preservation, doubting that anyone will continue to like me once they get to know the ‘real’, complete me? And by shutting them off, I keep a little bit back, no chance of rejection, unless by my own induction.
Anyway, I really like this couple and despite numerous push backs, they keep returning. Hopefully it will be a pleasant return into the lifestyle. So I’m going to proceed with caution, allow the friendship to bloom, but stay aware of the possible consequences.
So spare me a thought tomorrow night won’t you and in turn I promise to update you asap ;o) xx
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FetLife – kinky networking
I just thought I’d tell you about a great social networking site with a difference – FetLife.
What is FetLife? Here’s what they say:
FetLife is a social utility, like Facebook and mySpace, but designed specifically for the BDSM & Fetish community. FetLife makes it easy for you to stay in contact and keep up-to-date with what has been happening in the lives of your kink friends.
We are 100% Pervert Certified. Everyone who works on FetLife has been rigorously tested and found to be big pervs… and we think that is a good thing.
It’s quite a new site, December ‘07 I think, but numbers are growing fast and it’s free to join.
Like the other Vanilla sites, you’re free to personalise your profile, but here’s where the similarities end. At FetLife you can be very explicit with your pictures, writings and links. So head over there now, express yourself and free your kinks!
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Hotwife part 2
If this is your first visit, then you might like to read part one of this story first.
For those who’ve been waiting, “Apologies, finally it’s here. I hope it’s worth the wait xx“……
As we reach the top of the stairs, I turn to Mr S. and with a dirty grin on my face, push the door to Nigel’s bedroom open. The room is dimly lit with a bedside lamp. Nigel is laying with his back to us but jumps up a little startled, as we reach the side of his bed.
“Hello!” I say, smiling warmly, “This is Mr S’s idea, can we join you?“
With a slightly shocked look on his face, Nigel replies, “Sure!” And moves the quilt aside for us.
I lay down next to him, Mr S. remains standing, we are all naked.
“Hmmm, what do we do now then?” I inquire, feeling a little awkward.
“I think Nigel should start, don’t you?” Mr S. replies, gently stroking my body and beckoning Nigel to join him.
Nigel doesn’t need asking twice and begins to gently kiss and caress my body.
Sandwiched between the two of them, I can’t help but marvel, “Wow, this is really weird!” I giggle, “But in a good way,” I add, not wanting to stop the fun.
I take Mr S. into my mouth, as Nigel moves down my tummy, spreading light kisses over my skin. As he nears my pussy I raise my hips to greet him, not feeling in the mood for any teasing tonight. He reads my signals wonderfully, flicking and licking my lips, then delving his tongue as deeply as possible into my already soaking hole. I gasp with pleasure as the first orgasm quickly hits, this guy really knows how to use his tongue!
I feel like a vixen, I feel like a whore, who’s adored, wanted and lusted after. I never thought I’d feel any of these in a mfm (male-female-male) scenario.
Mr S’s cock tastes delicious and I sense his enjoyment, as he thrusts it deeper into my throat, causing me to gag a little, then withdraw. I moan loudly and grit my teeth as I release a gusher of an orgasm. I hear Nigel splutter a little, then gulp it down, as unperturbed he continues, making me flood his mouth time and again with my juices. I ride the waves of pleasure with complete abandon, allowing them to engulf me entirely, until I can hardly take anymore.
Sensing my need to rest, both men slow and ease their sexual onslaught on my body. I lay panting, still consumed by my own ecstasy, until slowly I begin to return from my euphoric ride.
Finally regaining a grip on reality, I ask greedily, “Right then, what’s next?!“
“What do you want to do?” Mr S. asks me.
“Oh, I think you should decide. It’s your idea, you’re in charge. You decide.’“
And I really do mean it, I’d be happy to get up and leave now. But I’m not happy making any decisions during this potentially explosive situation.
Mr S. looks at me lustfully, then replies, “I think Nigel should fuck you while I watch.“
“OK,” I smile, rather pleased with his decision.
I reach up for Mr S. kissing him passionately, as we wait for Nigel to put his condom on. I feel Nigel enter me, then begin to fuck me hard and fast. I guess he worked out how I like it quite early on. I take my husbands rock hard cock into my mouth again, as I continue to enjoy the climaxes from another man.
Unlike Mr S., Nigel doesn’t allow me to rest between orgasms. It’s a dance we’ve perfected together over the years, but Nigel doesn’t know the steps and I can hardly cope, with wave after wave of deep ecstasy.
Finally I manage to catch my breath, “Is this what they call being spit roasted?” I enquire.
“Kind of,” Mr S. replies.
I guess I’m not in the correct position to be truly spit-roasted. As I’m lying on my back, with Mr S. sat to my right, his cock in my mouth.
Nick pushes my legs up and I drape them over his shoulders, allowing him to enter me more deeply. As the next orgasm reaches its crescendo, I straighten my legs up above his head. He responds by grasping them with both hands, then pushing his weight against them, while still thrashing away at my pussy. With one hand, Mr S. grabs both of my ankles and holds them back for Nigel.
Wow, this has to be one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever experienced. My husband holding my ankles, so that another man is free to fuck me harder and deeper than before.
I feel overwhelmed with the amount of orgasms that I’m experiencing, and am completely lost within the surreal surroundings. Yet strangely I begin to feel empowered and want to change positions, lying on my back is my most hated position! I break my legs free, grab Nigel by the shoulders and push him away from me. I then flip myself over onto all fours, grab Mr S. and push him provocatively off the bed, into a standing position.
I take him again into my mouth, as Nigel positions himself behind me. As he begins to enter me again, I’m engulfed by a sense of feeling powerful yet ‘used’ and very, very dirty. Especially as the realisation hits that I’ve just experienced a very major switch.
“Now that’s what you call being spit-roasted!” Mr S. exclaims happily, as he peers down at me being fucked by our friend.
Both men continue to caress and please me, causing me to climax continuously without rest. My pussy and mouth being rammed hard and fast, my juices dripping sluttishly over their hard cocks.
Finally between orgasms I manage to gasp, “Enough! I can’t take any more, I’m fucked!” Then proceed to untangle myself from my lovers and collapse back onto the bed exhausted.
“Wow, what a lovely surprise,” Nigel exclaims, a huge grin spread across his face.
“Mmmm it was all Mr S’s idea. He’s completely blown me away,” I reply, gazing with awe into my husband’s eyes.
I sense that Mr S. is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and return to our room, still horny as hell and ready to fuck the night away together…………….
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OK, so maybe you won’t see the significance of this development. I mean, I’ve had sex with other men in the presence of Mr S. (2 to be precise), but it’s always been as a foursome. This time however, there was nothing in it for Mr S., other than the satisfaction of seeing me being turned on by another (he’s not an avid voyeur like me).
Ironically, it wasn’t the man between my legs that turned me on the most, it was the one within my heart. The one who shared me with another for my pleasure, for my own satisfaction. My sexy selfless husband, who instigated and choreographed the whole exciting adventure. I’m still blown away by it all now.
Through all our swinging experiences, this has to be one of the most unexpected so far. And it’s all to do with Mr S. and I. I’ve finally ‘got it’, this swinging lifestyle is ‘all about us’, giving and receiving pleasure, doing things to please one another.
However, he has stated that it was a one off, never to be repeated again. Shame, but I wonder if he’s familiar with the phrase ‘never say never again‘?………………………………..
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Fleshbotted
Wow, thanks to Always Aroused Girl, I’ve been Fleshbotted and it feels fantastic!
So…..’A very wet and warm Hello,’ to all those who’ve arrived from there. I hope you’ll stick around and come back for some more of me soon xx
Now, I must get my act together and finish part 2 of the Hotwife post…………………….
sns xx
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Hotwife
The title says it all really. I have been blown away, my world tipped on it’s head and spun around at 100 miles per hour, then dumped back down again………
The party was pretty uneventful. I greeted Claire with sincere warmth, there were no feelings of jealousy, anger or resentment. I was truly pleased to see her.
We had some pleasant soft play with another couple (story to follow). Then when everyone had gone home, Mr S. and I decided to grab one of the bedrooms and sleep over. With our host Nigel, sleeping in the bedroom above.
Undressed and still horny as hell, we climb into bed and I immediately mount Mr S., taking him greedily up to the hilt. We begin our lovemaking passionately, me nibbling his lip, to let him know the mood I’m in. Him responding by grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back, just enough to tip me over the edge.
Once my breathing has calmed a little, he pulls me close into him, using my hair as a rudder, then whispers seductively, “Do you want two cocks?“
Now, if there’s one thing that sends me spinning into a sexual frenzy, it’s talking dirty. “Mmmm, yeah!” I respond, bucking a little harder against his hard cock.
“Would you like two cocks inside you, one in your pussy and one in your mouth, banging away? Two men giving it to you hard?“
“Oh yeah, that sounds sooooo good.” I’m beginning to get ‘lost’ now, as my imagination runs riot with luscious visions of being used and abused under my husbands instruction.
“Why don’t you go and fetch him then?“
For a moment, I’m confused, as I scramble to make sense out of his request, “Uh? Who?………………….Nigel?!“
“Yeah, Nigel, do you want him inside you, fucking you?“
Wow! This isn’t our usual dirty talk, it’s normally him telling me how he’s fucked another woman. But hey ho, you know me, I’ll try most things once! So playing along I respond, “Mmmmm, yeah. I’d like to feel him deep inside me, fucking me while you watch.“
“Go and get him then.“
I’m unsure where this is leading, is he just talking dirty, or is this something he really wants? I decide to play it safe, “No! He’ll be asleep now.” And as if on cue, the floor above us creaks!
Encouraged by the movement upstairs, he fucks me faster, gripping my hair and pressing my face against his, “See, he’s still awake, why don’t you go and fetch him?“
OK, so I guess this is real. I’ve never wanted to do the single bloke thing before. Hell! I don’t even really fancy men, other than Mr S. of course. And he’s always been adamant that it would never happen. So aware of all these facts, but beginning to like the idea of being so slutty and naughty, I reply, “No, I can’t. You have to gift him to me.”
And at that very moment I feel an overwhelming sense of love from him, this man, who until now had been very insecure, has somehow become the most sexually self confident person I’ve ever met. The amount of love, understanding and complete trust it takes to be able to share your spouse with another is achievable only by a few and now my beautiful, devilish Mr S. has reached that point. “God you’re blowing me away, you must love, and trust me so much. But you have to start it, if you want it to happen… God I love you so much.“
Relentless in his request, he repeats again, “Go on, go and get him, so I can watch him fuck you.“
“Don’t tease me Mr S. you know you shouldn’t say these things to me, ‘cus you know I’ll do them.“
“Go on. Lets do it, let’s do it……” he repeats over and over again, matching the rhythm of our fucking.
Now we’re serious, I think this really might happen, “Are you serious? You really want to?” I hold my breath as I await his reply, hoping he hasn’t changed his mind, praying that this isn’t a trick, or some sort of test.
Finally he gives his answer, “Yeah. I do, if you do……………….Do you want two cocks?“
OK, even if I didn’t want it before, I really do now. We’re both willing, we’re both ready, so I give the only answer available to me, “Yes.” I whisper, “I do.”
With this, I jump off him, take his hand and lead him out of the bedroom and up the stairs towards Nigel’s room…………………………..
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Misconceptions
Okay, okay I was wrong to worry about attending the party. I didn’t get thrown to the lions and came out all in one piece. The nymphomaniac couple that I was so scared of, were lovely and far too busy to make a play for either Mr S. or myself!
Everyone was really friendly, with a few nervous newbies, so the mix was just right. There were a couple of ladies that I found very attractive, but they weren’t interested in me at all (I really hate it when that happens!).
Anyway, we didn’t do the full swap thing, but had some lovely soft fun with a couple we’ve played with before and an extremely attractive lady who decided to join us.
Details to follow………
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Swinger Jealousy?
We’re going to another party this weekend, it’s being held by one of our swinging friends. But, as usual, it’s not as straight forward as it should be for me. Claire will be there. I was well aware of this when I decided we’d go, in fact I was feeling eager to see her and Mr S. together again.
But as the time draws near, I can feel the panic rising within me. I don’t blame Claire for what happened, well, no more than 50% anyway. But I’m apprehensive about seeing her again. I feel no pain about the incident anymore, but I do tut and shake my head disapprovingly when it comes up in conversation with Mr S. He is, as always, very clued up on my feelings and is well aware that he needs to tread carefully on this one. So far he’s given me lots of reassurance and has vowed to stay well clear until I’m happy with the situation.
“After all,” he says “this is about us, you and me. You’re the one I love, the only one who turns me on completely. Nothing compares to what we’ve got together, it could never be this good with anyone else.“
I couldn’t ask for more, it’s all up to me and for that I’m really grateful.
But I know Mr S. is delighted at the prospect of fucking Claire again and who could blame him? She is gorgeous, beautifully slim, with the largest, fullest natural breasts I’ve ever seen. Plus she’s friendly, fun and knows how to fuck! Wow, he’s in for a treat for sure. And I must admit to feeling extremely turned on when I think of them together. Such a shame she’s straight!
Sooooo, how will I react when I see her again and then, if/when I see them ‘together? I definitely don’t want to cause a scene and hope that I’ll be able to suppress any negative emotions, as and when, they raise their ugly heads? However, as you can probably tell from my posts and comments, I don’t usually shy away from speaking my mind and detest unfinished business. This time though, should I leave everything unsaid, or is it best to take her to one side and have a little ‘chat’? But there’s a time and place for everything and this might not be it…………..
But to be fair to Claire, she did nothing to me. She didn’t betray me, hurt me, or break any promises and she wasn’t aware that what they were doing together was forbidden, but Mr S. did. So, she really has nothing to answer for, she owes me no explanation, no apology. Nothing.
Aha! Writing this post has allowed me to work through my tangled mass of emotions and helped me realise, that what I’m really afraid of, is digging up all those ill feelings I had towards Mr S. Now that I can deal with!
That’s sorted then, settled in my head. I can now look forward to a fun packed evening full of lust, desire and hot sex! Oh and I forgot to mention earlier, if things do get a little heavy, I have a few distractions to keep me preoccupied, in the form of three hot ladies who I’ve previously had the luxurious pleasure of …….
Wish me luck!
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Lamb to the Slaughter
I feel like a lamb embarking on my final journey to the slaughter house. We’re attending a party tomorrow afternoon, an intimate affair with just ten or so couples. The trouble is, all of these swingers are extremely experienced, with one couple verging on complete sex addiction. This particular couple frequent clubs and parties every single weekend, with private dates and IM every other day of the week.
Mr S. is extremely attracted to the woman and has her firmly in his sights. I don’t think I’m coping with it too well, I feel a little out of my depth, or perhaps out of control, is that it? The fact that he wants to fuck her is OK, I’d really like to watch, but there’s no way I want to get involved. If I’m honest she scares the living daylights out of me! I don’t want to be another notch on her bedpost, I want to keep my scalp firmly on my head thank you!
However, I haven’t actually met this couple and they do seem very charming in their emails etc. So perhaps I shouldn’t pass judgment until I’ve actually met them? And I’m sure once the alcohol and atmosphere begin to take effect, I’ll cast aside these foreboding feelings and fling myself sacrificially at these nymphomaniacs!
On the positive side, two raging bi-sexual women, that I’ve had the pleasure of playing with previously, are attending. If I can stick with these two, avoiding the addicts and all the men, then a very happy bunny I will be. I’m still not completely happy with having sex with other men, it’s not something that I desire, but more of a means to an end. Just reading that sentence back makes me feel incredibly sad, how little self respect I must have, to sacrifice my body like that?
Anyway, enough of the pessimism, this must be the norm in the FUBAR world of swinging? Wish me luck, and check back next week for the results xxx
P.S if I don’t update by Monday evening, please send a search party out for me, because I may well have been eaten alive!
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The Swingers
As in life, swinging is made up of an eclectic mix of people. So I thought you might like a snapshot of some of those that we’ve met so far. Just out of interest, we’ve played with five of these couples, but only written about three. I’ll let you work out which ones………..
Just to clarify, I’ve assumed that all the men in this list are straight. Although I could be wrong, as it doesn’t appear to be readily acceptable within the lifestyle yet. I have only met one who was completely open about it.
The term ‘bi just for show’, relates to women who aren’t really bi-sexual at all, but put on a show by kissy kissy rubbing titties! And no, I don’t like these fakes much, they’re a waste of my time and aren’t usually any good at what they pretend to do. Harsh, but true, I’d rather they just came clean and stopped the wooden acting.
Steve & Marie (full swap, she’s bi just for show) 45 and 39, married, been together for 7 years and have three teenage children by previous relationships. They’ve been swinging for 2 years and originally met people separately, but jealousy got in the way, now they just meet people at clubs. She doesn’t really want to swing at all, but he does. When she told him her feelings, he basically told her to like it, or lump it. Love him or leave him. She says he’s the love of her life, so she continues, getting immensely drunk each time. Swinging nearly split them up. I think it still might………..
Nick & Vicky, (not sure swap) 34 and 36, married, been together for 10 years and have three children under ten, one with special needs. They were brand new to swinging, visiting a club for the first time and only intended on soft swapping. They hooked up with an experienced full swap couple and went all the way with them. They’ve now left the lifestyle for a while, taking time out to reassess – and no, we weren’t the full swap couple, we wouldn’t do that to anyone.
Deb, (full swap, bi-curious) 45, married for 25 years, with three children in their 20’s. She’s been swinging for 5 years and meets her lover at swinging clubs, they work together, her husband thinks she’s away on business. She ended up spending the majority of the night with another man, a stranger. Her lover left early, alone.
Shaun, (full swap) 36 married for 7 years with two children under 5. He’s been swinging for 5 years with Deb above. He spent most of the night wandering around aimlessly on his own.
Kev & Kate, (full swap, she’s bi-curious) 31 and 28 have been together for 4 years. They both need to snort coke before they swing.
Steve & Claire, (half full swap, she’s bi just for show) 45 and 35, married and have been together for 12 years, they have two children under 10. They’ve been swinging for 7 years. He doesn’t really partake in other women, doesn’t even get hard. She fucks anyone and everyone, enjoys gangbangs, dogging, meeting separately and sometimes has unprotected sex. They meet people at clubs and via the internet. They are both completely happy with their scenario.
Jack & Valerye, (full swap, she’s bi-sexual) 46 and 36, married for 12 years with two children in their late teens. They’ve been swinging for 2 years. They go to swinging clubs, meet couples locally and via the internet, and go on swinging holidays. She will never play in the club and he finds it hard to sustain an erection with any woman other than his wife.
Liam & Nicky (soft swap, she’s bi-sexual) Young, mid 20’s. Been together for 7 years. They swing about 7 times a year, in clubs only. She enjoys the ladies and giving multiple blow jobs. She seems to get more action than him, but he enjoys watching.
Bunny, (soft swap, she’s bi just for show) mid 20’s with one child under 10. Her husband lives abroad and encourages her to visit clubs alone. She preys on couples, playing with the women and teasing the men. She has a habit of upsetting women by being curt and somewhat rude. I’m unsure if it’s intentional or not.
Pat & Kerry, (full swap, she’s bi-sexual) 45 and 38, been together 2 years and swinging for one. She’s incredibly driven by sex and very bi-sexual. He introduced her to swinging and rather wishes he hadn’t now. She is incredibly jealous and finds it hard to see him enjoying another person, yet insists on being allowed to meet people alone. He just tags along really, accepting the monster he’s created. They meet people at clubs and via the internet.
The Clique, (full and soft swappers, all the women are bi-sexual) age range between 26 and 46. A group of swingers who meet frequently. They all openly take drugs and lots of them, ecstasy, amphetamine, ketamine, poppers…………. They party hard, but not necessarily play at all (probably too wrecked!). We didn’t stick around to find out anymore about this crowd.
Mr & Mrs S, (full swap, she’s bi-sexual) 36 and 38, been together 12 years and married for 7. They have 5 children, a mixture of teens and tots. They’ve been swinging for nearly a year. She’s into it more than him. They meet people in clubs, parties and have just begun dating via the internet. She loves the ladies and watching her husband with other women, he just loves to fuck. They seem calm and grounded – I quite like this pair!!
Looking through the list I get the feeling that all is not well with many of these couples. Everyone in the lifestyle seems incredibly protective of it, chanting about how it ‘Brings them closer together‘ and ‘Makes their partnership stronger‘. In parrot fashion, they relay how it can ‘Enhance a strong relationship‘, but ‘End a weak one‘. But I do wonder how much truth is spoken. I mean, every time a swinging relationship ends, these people will blame its demise on the weakness of the relationship and not a consequence of the ‘lifestyle’. But I’m not so sure, and how will anyone ever prove it, either way? Impossible I think. Which came first, the chicken or the egg, the swinging or the problem?
If you have any hang ups, you’re told to stay away from it. Does anyone never have a shadow of a doubt, is anything 100%? The only thing guaranteed in this life, is that you’re going to die! Swingers seem to be playing with fire, each in their own special way. Us included. Fueling obsessions, wants, needs or hanging on for dear life, waiting for the journey to end. Will Mr S. and I survive the burns, learn to love the ride in a masochistic way, or, will we just crash and burn, turning to ashes? Whatever the outcome, we have our eyes wide open and trust us, you’ll be witness to every moment.
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