It is possible that the invitation came by accident.On a chance weekend that both of us were free from work and other obligations , an email came to us inviting us to a lifestyle party. It came by way of forwarding from a couple that we knew only as acquaintences through the cyber circuit. This party was a bit unlike the ones we had been accustom to. It was held in a hotel near our home , conviently , by an organization dedicated solely to bringng like minded couples together.Until that moment we knew only of these clubs to function in much larger cities in underground nightclub type establishments. Who knew that in the buckle of the bible belt there existed such a place that the Southern Baptists had not burned to the ground and crucified the members?
We discussed it for some time before building up the courage to go. We instant messaged the guy that sent the invite and got a little more info and we were on our way , still having absolutely no idea what to expect.
The club had set up a party in the conference room of a large hotel. Everything about it suggested that it was a regular get together but , we had arrived rather early. I was a impressed at the magnitude of friendliness that we encountered as everyone we passed said hello and tried to make us more comfortable. I held tight to R's arm as we walked around. It was one thing to meet with one or two couples in a house where things were intimately comforting but , after a brief orientation that we were asked to go through ( something else that impressed me was the obvious organization of the club)we found ourselves in a room with sixty plus couples ... sixty couples that smelled fresh meat. As nice and hospitable as everyone was....it was obvious that couples of our age were few and far between and everyone was just dying to get a crack at the newbies.
We seated ourselves in a somewhat secluded corner because the plan was , after all , just to people watch and check everything and everyone out before we commited to doing anything at all. Well , that plan was squashed pretty soon. We were invited to sit with a table with about five couples in their mid to late thrities that seemed for all intents and purposes to be the livliest bunch in the room. The husband in the couple that approached us was a polite southern boy with a muscular build and a pleasant demeanor. His buzz cut suggested military to me but I found out later that he was actually a fireman and he and his wife had been commisioned to head the welcome wagon.After a few hours of laughing and a midnight snack , we were lead enthusiastically to a hotel room that had been designated as the meeting spot for everyone looking for a party after the party. I was intrigued to see the couples splitting off with partners not their own and some staying the lobby to chit chat ... We learned that the rules were simply this ... No means no... no nudity in the common parts of the hotel and everyone has a good time. That seemed easy enough. Now let me tell you about the orgy.....
The room was already abuzz at our arrival. Girls on girls , guys in the corner watching , guys getting blow jobs , hand jobs , and whatever other kind of jobs you could think of all right there in plain sight. It was something that we had yet to see outside of a porn and I could think of nothing else to do other than join in . ( Well , it wasn't totally my idea , the girl pile was a little light and they suggested I help. ) So there I was ... R watching in a amazment as a woman whose name I didn't even bother to get licked my pussy for a long , long time . I laid very still as their hands ran across my fair skin and at least three women kissed my breasts and neck as the redhead continued to bury her face betwen my legs until I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded in mouth with a loud moan and she took it all , licking every bit of me until I stopped shaking.
After she was done I somehow wound up with the fireman and we went at it. He thrusted quickly building up a sweat and sending chills through me as he kissed my neck and whispered that I was gorgeous in my ear all while R busied himself with all of the pussy the room had to offer. In the end , we found eachother , as always, and R gave me a stellar finish as the whole room watched while he came hard inside me. I arched my back to bring him closer inside and came again leaving me breathless and my senses completely overloaded.
And then it was over ...Everyone smiling and out of breath , we said our goodbyes and were asked over and over if we would be returning the next month. Needless to say we've been every chance we get since . Ya know , it's been a year now and I still don't know the redhead's name .....ahhh well....
The night's air was warm and the drive was pleasant on this occasion. Just into the next county a young couple was waiting at a bar and grill near their home for us to arrive and play a game of pool and " get to know ya". I don't remember being particularly excited about this meeting but I wore my best fitting jeans with a chinese patterned thong that showed just a little if I bent over the pool table just right.( Just in case I got excited about it later...)
We arrived fashionably late and found them already settled with a pitcher of beer and a good game going. I was surprised to find that she was a bit older than her beau but dressed as though she weren't aware of the fact. Her shorts barely covered what they should and the waist of them were far from reaching her fitted top.I found myself feeling a little frumpy( My bohemian , care free , sandal wearing style seemed a little over shadowed.) Nonetheless , she looked friendly and they invited us over , filling up our glasses and making small talk. I started to fidget a few minutes into our meeting although it was going well and just as I was about to excuse my wiggly self to the restroom , R leaned in and said " Stop thinking about him being short ..."
I laughed out loud although I probably shouldn't have. Even after all of the experiences I would come to have with other men , none of them would ever know me the way he does.
The fact was ...he was short . Cute , but very short. That's something that comes with time when you enjoy the lifestyle , you begin to stop scrutinizing things that would keep you from dating a person because , after all , you aren't dating them ... just borrowing them. You begin to appreciate what alot of different kind of people have to offer, and thus is the reason you do it . It's a means to explore your own sexuality by learning about others.
I dismissed my feelings with a shrug and another laugh at R's goofy expression ( even though I'm sure he was secretly reveling in the fact that he towered over this guy so ) And then , we took it to their place.
It started out with a make out session between she and I. It was soft and sensual and certainly a crowd pleaser but it just wasn't getting very far. The problem was a matter of space you see.. There just wasn't enough room for the four of us anywhere so, we split up.
It seemed an oddly simple choice for R and I took make even though we had never discussed the issue of seperate room sex before. So far , we had enjoyed everything as a group and it had worked well . I was unsure of how I could ( or how he wanted me to ) perform in a room alone with the short guy.
It turned into one of the most erotic and stimulating experiences we would have.
He led me into their bedroom , leaving R and his girlfriend in the living room stripping eachother down. He kissed me passionately as my mind raced thinking about R and what he was doing and thinking and then I heard a moan ... and then another ... and another , growing louder with their intensity.He was going down on me now..licking me up and down and cupping my breasts as he sucked on them , telling me to listen to them as they howled with excitement. I was so turned on I could barely move without coming.
I let myself go as he pumped into me with more force than I expected. ( Hey , maybe he wasn't so short after all ) I moaned louder , hoping that it was having the same effect on my husband in the next room that was obviously doing his job on the girlfriend. She screamed 'yes' as she came and so did I .... In fact , I think it was simultaneous. The sexual energy in the house had grown so strong that it permeated through the walls. I was thrilled and a little frightened when it was over. I was a little apprehensive as I usually am after we try anything new. Sometimes things seem right in the moment , but after ... when it's time to rethink it .. well....
Fortunately , I walked into the living room to find R in a post-coital glow. He grinned and kissed me and we had a few laughs with our new friends before heading home.
I'm sorry to say that we haven't seen much of our pool buddies since , but the fantasy role-play that R and I haved shared , re-enacting that night. ( We like to share the intimate details of what was really going on on the other side of the wall...) Well , it will certainly keep them in our thoughts...
The new lifestyle we had found for ourselves had come with more down than ups and giving up had definitely become a plausible option. I began to wonder if we were some sort of mutant beings than were only attractive to eachother and totally distasteful to the rest of the sexual community. But looking at the handsome man that was now my husband , I couldn't accept that as an answer. He is the culmination of sexy. Sweet sounding , melodious southern voice , sleepy sandpaper smile , heavy eyes that sparkle when he's excited ...Who wouldn't want this man for a bedfellow? And yet , it was me in my glorified absence of grace and sophistication that he chose.
Don't misunderstand , we had enjoyed a limited few experiences with other couples during our first year but they had always come with a price . We had been asked to leave a swinger's party because of an obliviously ignorant couple because they weren't comfortable with us , ( a fact we learn later to be an embellishment of sorts. ) It turns out that the male counter part was all for having an older , balding man with possible ED borrowing his young bride , but the prospect of R getting a hold of her and showing her what she was missing ... well , that was entirely different scenario altogether.
It seems as though the exact opposite of my fears was actually the cause of our misery. Being young , verile and somewhat of a catch makes for intimidated would be swingers. Que Sera....There had to be a way around this , we decided. So , I digress to tonight's story of choice....
We had spent the evening together sitting in front of our computer at home and teasing eachother with dirty talk and light touches. We had surfed around for people to meet in the future and talked of new fantasies ( now that this had become the norm, the nervousness had subsided quite a bit...)It seemed as though the night was going to end up just us because the twighlight hours were upon us and the vodka bottle was all but empty and then Bling! An IM came across our screen by a young man with a lot to prove...
He wanted to meet , interested in MFM which is something you will find alot and most swinging couples find it less that exciting. Perhaps it is because single men have a tendency toward being predatory and less than sensitive to the way someone's wife should be treated. At any rate , he seemed a little different by carefully chosing his words and maintaining a polite distance so we decided ( or maybe it was the vodka that decided ) that it would be okay if he paid us a visit...Looking at his profile I noticed that he was an officer of the law .. He asked if it was a problem and since I didn't think we could be arrested for anything , I said no...
Well , I wasn't quite expecting the vision I got when I open the door a few moments later. A state trooper in full regalia standing at my door. No , he wasn't there to give me undue news or inquire about a missing person . He wanted to show me his gun ... in a manner of speaking.
He sat on the couch , fidgeting with his trade tools around his heavy belt and I was stunned . I had no idea that he was on duty when we spoke on the computer. A few polite pleasantries were exchanged and R excused himself to the next room for a moment , which I took as my cue.
He began to kiss me , slowly and deeply and pushing my hand below his belt I felt that he was pleasantly surprised by me as well.
Undressing a cop is a lot of work! His muscular frame stood before me as I took him in my hand , looking around his slight waist to see R's sensual smile as he watched while I sucked him.
We took the party into the bedroom and they had their way with me , one after the other with the fine young police officer's gun and walkie talkie on my stand .. just in case he was called away.
He marvelled at how wet I became as I rocked underneath him , hearing R tell him what I liked and what he wanted to see us do . I came hard and fast with R inside of me and finished our guest off with blow job that blew his mind as well . He came in my mouth with R watching and I came again with the thrill of this unprecedented exchange of power.
When it was over we sat in the living room collecting ourselves and Officer Do right asked a few questions about our lives and our interests and then he left as quietly and as professional looking as when he came in . R and I slept off our punk drunk fuck and relived it again in the morning .
Now about those speeding tickets.......
It truly is a web-savvy time we live in .
It wasn't long after our conversation mid-coitus that night that we hopped online and found a vast array of internet sex seekers. Some were a little less than desirable and others downright scary but we happened along a little chatroom that was geared toward swap-happy couples in our area and then we were hooked.
It turned into an alter existense for us... a comfortable way to be curious and not be judged , this is after all , not something you discuss over lunch with your aunts and uncles. ( Even though I would soon learn that those were exactly the kinds of people that swap.) We chatted with people in alarming volumes , people of much higher social status sometimes , older...more successful and experienced in the ways of casual sex.
As much as I became excited at the thought of strange hands on my body with R's longing gaze entrapped in what I was doing and feeling , I wondered if the fantasy was enough ...I began to doubt my own capacity to handle this..
And then came our first meeting.
The couple was nice enough , a chance meeting online on a random day that turned into a few phone calls and email flirtations . So ,the real ins and outs were discussed between he and I because it looked as though this whole thing just might pan out.
We met for dinner and had a few drinks . I kept my eyes on R the whole night , reading his thoughts in his mannerisms. His laugh was genuine , his eyes half closed with an alcohol ( or lust ) induced grin on his handsome face. He rubbed my leg under the table , kissed my ears softly and squeezed my hand when I fidgeted as he talked.
The conversation was innocent as conversations go..We talked about music and jobs and such and we went dancing at a nearby club and got silly tipsy and everyone seemed to be having fun but it never went further than a normal double date.
Her husband was very sweet and polite as most good southern boys are . He talked at length and asked me tons of questions but as I answered each one , I noticed her squirm and stab her steak a little harder. She never added much to the conversation as she was too enthralled by the poor quality of her food and looked disgusted by the fact that I ate mine so quickly with no complaint. ( hey , these hips didn't just come out of no where ..)
So , I suppose it was me that turned her off.
Or the fact ( that we didn't know until after this meeting , when her husband called to send his apologies that we wouldn't be meeting anymore ) that there only experiences had been MFM .. Perhaps she wasn't ready to share the feminine limelight.
At any rate , one might expect that this rejection would prompt us to rethink this strategy ..Trust when I say that there are many more experiences like this to add but I will refrain. I told this one only to make it known that a meeting between swappers is not that of a stag film ( although , there will be a few entries that are something straight out of one..)It is a normal dinner between friends that ends with your friend's spouse for dessert...
I lied in bed awake for some time after our first "date" and R's breathing patterns were heavy as he listened for mine to turn into slumber . He rolled over and traced the outline of my hips with his large and slightly rough hand as he asked me if something was wrong.
I answered "no" and he sighed .. So , I returned the question.
He replied " I didn't have dessert.."
With that I rolled onto my back as he made a meal out of me , his tongue languishing every inch of me until I came long and hard in his mouth. He grabbed my hips and rolled over quickly , pulling me onto him. I squealed with surprise at his strength and rocked him into ecstasy.
So what if she wanted the stage to hersself ...there was definitely enough of him to share with someone that was willing.
I suppose all good sagas ( with the exception of Stars Wars , of course ) should begin at the beginning. It must have been four years ago now , when he and I were just settling into our new relationship status of living together. We stayed awake most week nights in the those days drinking vodka out of the bottle and stuffing ourselves silly with fried food ( as opposed to the weekend nights that we spent drinking and stuffing ourselves at the bar....) Yeah .... those were the booze soaked days , we've almost grown out of them now... almost.
It was just about the time in the usual relationship when you become comfortable enough to start getting kinky.
In the very beginning , you are shy and nervous and just so happy to be together that petting and making out sessions are all you need to get going . Plus , in my mind , like most young women .. ( thanks to our double- standardized society ) If this guy thinks enough of me to move in and give me a ring , it's a wife he's looking for . And of course , a wife is someone wholesome and nurturing , Someone to make love to and raise children with . A wife is not someone that will hang upside down off the bed with legs spread wide while you pile- drive her , or the girl that will ride your face like a bucking bull. If he knew that I wanted to do those kinds of things.. well , maybe he wouldn't want to stay around anymore.
I was going to need alot of alcohol for this conversation.
I had known him most my life but being the one to share his bed was still new. Sometimes I wished we had met under different circumstances. Then I would only have worry about losing a casual boyfriend and not also someone I considered to be my best friend in the world. He was a little more experienced than I back then , which isn't unusual for a girl in her early twenties . I knew that he had been there with his last girlfriend , a relationship that didn't last because she couldn't hold up her end of the bargain. She wasn't able to be the woman to be by his side and be trustworthy and loyal . ( Yet another fact that had placed this apprehension about sharing my fantasies with him. ) If I hadn't known him so well , I wouldn't have this background information and I wouldn't have feared his disappointment so.
A few hours and a half a bottle of 'blue top' later ... He was in his usual stance , laying across our bed ,head propped up by his hand. His sleepy smile soothed and aroused me all at once. He whispered things in my ear as I curled up beside him. My head was swimming in a cloud of confusion and lust that had taken my mind over for some months now. I smelled his shirt and felt myself falling into him in a wave of kisses and whispered words of love and wanting.
It was then that he opened up Pandora's proverbial box for me( something he continues to do even now..) and asked me directly . " What are your fantasies?" It was if he could read a diary of my thoughts scrolling across my forehead . He claims to have been surprised at my answer , I have trouble believing that . If I had to guess , I would say he knew exactly what he was prying from me that night. He needed only to hear it come from my lips.
So , I spilled the words out clumsily and not nearly as sexy as I had planned. I told him that I had fantasies about other women and that I wanted him to watch ( and help) fulfill them. If I had been a little more on the sober side , I may have stopped our rhythym and waited for his response. We were making love by this point and my confession had been spurted out between heavy breaths and soft moans of desire from us both. A few moments after , he thrusts became stronger and I realized that he was pleased.He told me how turned on he was by the thought as he came deep inside me.
And so it began..
The man that I had loved secretly and then shamelessly through our tumultuous first months when we were just supposed to be friends , had now become my partner in erotica.
NOW.....Where would we find other like minded people to help us explore the art of menage?