How many people had parents who were swingers?
Parents who were swingers?
241 members have voted
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1. Parents who were swingers?
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Found out your parents are swingers and they know you know.23
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Found out your parents are swingers, but they don't know you know11
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Found out your parents used to be swingers.12
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Suspected your parents were swingers, still unsure.32
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Not that I know of.179
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By Jocarter8183
My wife and I love skinny dipping after our youngest is in bed. We have a daughter in college that comes home on some weekends.
One weekend recently, she surprised us by coming home early after being out with friends and caught my wife and I in the pool, no swim suits of course. She wasn’t freaked out, she actually was cool about it and hung out by the pool a while. She asked if we would mind if she got in for a swim, we said of course. She went in the house(we thought to get in a swim suit of course) and she came back out wearing a towel which she soon revealed that she also was nude. She is 20 by the way. She said since we were skinny dipping it would be ok for her to as well. My wife was totally fine with it. I’m ok with it, it just caught me by surprise and off guard to say the least to the point where I couldn’t look at her at first since it was my daughter. That went away after a bit.
This is the first time she’s went completely nude with us. My wife and I go nude around the house all the time and she would just go around in a T-shirt and panties when she lived at home and when she comes home now. She never had shown an interest in anything more than that before. Am I just over reacting since it was the first time she’s done that and I’m trying to process it? She’s been a free spirit since she was little, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to me. She knows we’re swingers and we’re both bisexual and she thinks that’s awesome, so I don’t know why I reacted the way I did with the skinny dipping. Any ideas and opinions are welcome
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By SecretAsianMan
Just a silly question & reason to tell a story...
Have y'all ever walked in on your family members while they were having sex? (Parents? Grandparents? Siblings?) ...or had them walk in on you while you were having sex?
I haven't had any of my family members walk in on me having sex with anyone other than myself (...but that's a different topic).
I have, however, wandered over to my parent's bedroom one night with math book in hand with a question for my dad about a homework problem I was having and just as I got by their bedroom door, I heard the distinctive rhythmic squeaking or bedsprings ... I promptly turned around and went back to my room ... figured my homework wasn't THAT important at that point.
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By Phil and Angel
I found this site quite recently. Glad that I did. It makes me happy to know there's others out there who live this kind of life. But as the title says, I have a little concern if anyone is willing to help out.
As I write this, my wife and I have been together for a total of ten years. We have two kids. Years ago I gave my wife the OK that she could have sex with another guy as long as she was open and honest about it with me. She's a romantic. She didn't want flings or one night stands but an actual relationship. Enter my wife's friend Pauline and her husband August. They too have two kids of their own. Turns out Pauline and August had tried their hand at swinging but found out it wasn't for them.
There was an attraction between August and Angel that Pauline and me noticed and encouraged. We made it clear to them we did not mind and were OK with it. They became a 'faithful couple'. Aside from me and Pauline, they have no other partners. We also didn't have threesomes. Sometimes Angel would spend the night at Pauline and August's and sometimes August would spend the night at our place. Pauline and me also grew close. We have sex with each other but we are not as romantically attached as compared to our respective spouses.
They were 'together' for two years when we made the decision to cohabit in one house. We became a household with four parents and four kids. The four kids get along fine and we the adults come off as really good uncles and aunts. And yes they have been taught that Angel and August's relationship is different from the rest. Angel and August though act as much like husband and wife as we do.
Months ago Angel and August told us it was time they have a baby. They wanted a fruit of their love and even said they wanted three. Pauline and me were both happy to know they've come to that decision. The former more so than I ever thought possible. Pauline really loved the idea of my wife getting pregnant with her husband's child and joined them in the first of many threesomes to assist in the impregnation. Pauline didn't fuck August but she would suck him hard. But she surprised everyone when she kissed and licked Angel's pussy to get her wet. (Neither she nor my wife have ever hinted at being bi and beyond that, nothing sexual has happened between them.) Pauline would further help by guiding August's cock inside Angel's wet pussy. She would then talk dirty to them and urge August on to cum and knock up Angel.
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By couplers
Hello, this is Petra. There is some news I want to share with the Board. The Background - I have been a member here for about seven years, since shortly after I married David. My ex-fiance, Red has been my boyfriend continuously since before I met David. Our journey has included only a little swinging, mostly me setting David up with my girlfriends, before settling on polyamory about four years ago with one of those girlfriends, Clair. Our foursome includes David, our girlfriend Clair, and me who all live and love together, and Red who lives nearby and is linked only with me. We did eventually open our poly foursome up to swinging with a wonderful couple, Walter and Lora, that had never swung before. We all played except for guy/guy, and as before, Red and Clair. Swinging affected Walter and Lora's relationship to such an extent that they got married. Walter and Lora were regulars with us until they moved to Los Angeles, and now we see them only several times a year. I posted here regularly, although not frequently, until October 2011, when I suddenly stopped, not resuming until this week.
The reason is that I had a baby. As hubby and I discussed in the past, my first child would be "pot luck" between him and Red. If the first wasn't David's, the second would be. But there's more to the story. I debated whether I should post this story on the Board, but figured that another data point in life may be useful for others. I'll try to keep it short and relevant, but as Mark Twain said, “I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”
In October of 2011 Clair told me something was wrong, she didn't feel right. She was tremendously upset; she was afraid she was pregnant. We took the morning off from work and got three different brands of pregnancy test kits at the drug store and confirmed that was the case. We were both on extended oral contraceptives, the kind where you don't have a period. I was stunned, but felt joyous. She told me she was sorry and that she do whatever I wanted. Clair thought I would be upset with her having David's baby, especially before me. I told her I was so happy for her and us, we hugged and cried, and did all those girl things, and took the rest of the day off from work. Then at lunch together we told David he was a father. (A certainty since Red and Clair don't have sex with each other, and with Walter and Lora living in LA, there had been no play with them in over 4 months.)
Anyway, that made me realize that for many reasons, this would be the best time for me to start to try to have a baby. After talking with hubby, he agreed that given the stability of our situation, he was indeed willing for me to go "pot luck" the first time with him and Red. And so it started, having sex deliberately to get pregnant, a new experience. And with two men! I always felt there was enough of me to share myself with two men in all senses of the word, that I wouldn't leave either of them lacking for anything, sexual or otherwise. Now, however, I felt conflicted that only one of my guys would actually be the father of my child. I did not have a plan on how to go about it, but the dynamics at the time were that Clair and David became closer, which was good since she had been more than just a sex partner for hubby. I let them spend more nights alone together, and as a result Red and I had more sex more often. Another detail that I've already shared on the Board that becomes important here is that Red cums in huge quantities, so much so that when he ejaculates it streams out the sides between his dick and the walls of my vagina. Even the other guys, David and Walter, in the past have watched in awe as it comes gushing out of my or Lora's pussy, even if Red just has the head of dick in there. David on the other hand, for having such a large penis, doesn't dribble out enough to fill a teaspoon. So between the quantity of semen and the frequency of intercourse, my child would be Red's baby.
Another observation: in my Catholic high school days our "family education" as it was called, taught us that practicing birth control would ruin the experience of sexual intercourse with our spouse because you would not be "totally open" to giving your all to your spouse. Yeah, right, like having a baby wouldn't ruin everything else in your life. But now that I was intentionally trying to get pregnant (the purpose of sex after all, since I had almost forgotten) there is something to that lesson. Never before did I feel so "taken," so intimate, so fulfilled with men's orgasms, so much like a woman. I became pregnant with Red's child in January 2012, three and a half months after Clair.
Clair and I being pregnant at the same time was a blessing for us women, but I can't say the same for the guys, having to put up with two moody, barfing, demanding women, not available for much fun of any type. But they were great to both of us equally. I was, and am, so proud that both men treated both women with such affection and care regardless of whose baby was whose. There are posts on the Swingers Board about sex during pregnancy, but all I can say for both Clair and me is that sometimes we wanted it badly, and sometimes not at all. I had a bond to each of the other three that was unbelievable. From the way hubby treated my crazy situation in the past, I never had any doubts, but this confirmed hubby's love for me. It also was the time that Clair and I became true lovers. Before it was deep friendship and sort of girl sex as an adjunct to being with a man, but now sex between Clair and me became love. Other than that, nothing changed in our relationship; David, Clair and I live in our house as a family while Red lives a short distance away, and he either visits me at home or I would spend time with him at his house. During our pregnancies, Lora visited us twice with Walter (and we all played), and once near the end alone (the guys were happy to play with her).
Did you know that the hospital will only let you have one outside support person in the delivery room? We had to make decisions. For Clair's delivery, it was easy - my darling husband would be there to help and witness the birth of his child with my best friend. For me it was more difficult, it was Red's child, but David is my husband after all. After balancing everything (and me getting my way) I decided that Red was too squeamish, so I chose Clair to be with me during delivery. Clair had her son in July 2012, we call him "Junior." I had my daughter in November 2012, we call her "Petunia" after the nick name my sister gave me. (I hated that name, but it motivated me and filled me with piss and vinegar.) But there is a twist to the story - despite all my certainty, my daughter is David's child too. It was pretty obvious looking at her, but we did the paternity test as well. You would think that Red would have been terribly disappointed, but not at all, not one little bit. He loves both those children as though they are his own (Red said to me, "That child came out of your body, Pet, that's all I need.") David didn't check with me first, but he told Red that next one will be his; I'm glad he did.
After the children were born, Clair and I were even more glad we did this together. We all take care of both children, and Clair and I were able to suckle both infants, and share all of the stuff you need for babies. We put a bed in the babies' room so one of us mothers can sleep there when needed. Clair was able to make up for my shortfall of milk. Being small breasted, it was also an advantage to be able to start attempting to breastfeed Junior to get things going before I delivered Petunia. I don't know if you think it's intimate or sexy, but as part of our love-making during that time, Clair and I have gotten into bed held one another and drank from each other. I almost hate to say it, but I've been truthful with David, that if I had only one of them, it would be Clair. But mostly it's been diapers (breast milk poop isn't bad at all, formula poop stinks, and baby food poop is nasty), cribs, baby buggies, car seats, doctors appointments, and lots and lots of satisfaction.
The big, BIG downside to this whole thing is my family. Actually, just my parents. Really, just my father. He is a Godly man and was pissed when I was engaged to Red and started living with him. (I told Dad I was getting married, and I did, I just ended up marrying David instead.) Mom was always worried that David would leave me because Red was always around and worried that David would find out that Red and I "had been sexual" and punch him or something. They couldn't imagine. It was also difficult for my parents to understand how I could have my friend Clair living with hubby and me, staying there even when I was out of town (they offered to let her stay with them). After I became pregnant, I visited my folks, told them the entire truth (including my misconception that I was having Red's baby), and Dad threw me out before I finished. Mom has warmed up to the grandchildren, Dad's still pissed.
Well finally, we have toddlers now, both of us women have gotten back into some semblance of being in shape, had IUDs put in while we were nursing and have something of normal life again. We both hate having periods, and since we have ended breast feeding we've both gone back on oral contraceptives that have shut those down. One thing that reassured both Clair and I is that Walter and Lora still find us sexually desirable and still play with us on occasion, so that is a big ego boost. All four of us are glad that we are in this poly situation because it is easier to raise the kids and makes it possible to be, at least a little, in The Lifestyle. Writing this while on a business trip far, far from home, I sleep well at night knowing that there are other three parents to take care of my babies, and that Clair and hubby have each other's arms at night. When I'm tired and overwhelmed, I hallucinate that Junior and Petunia are both my children and Red is Petunia's father. Sometimes Clair and I will be sitting on the couch holding our babies and just start crying uncontrollably and hug each other.
Oh, and if you look at my profile, you will notice I turned thirty not long ago.
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