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That must have been a better Oprah episode than Tom Cruise jumping on the couch...

My wife, believe it or not, suggested it. She saw people on the Oprah show (singers) being interviewed and wondered if I would be willing to try. Was a year from that date that we first made a hook-up but ones it all got started, we have never looked back.

Do most couples require a drink or two to loosen up enough to become flirty (or more), or are there other couples out there that do not drink but enjoy or swing totally sober? We do not have a problem with others drinking (as long as they don't get sloppy drunk, that's a turn-off), but for health reasons (her) and moral support (him), we don't drink. Just curious.

I always love this question, because I love this story. How did we start? - My wife and I never had any pretension toward monogamy. Neither of us are particular cut out for it. We both see sex as a fun physical activity... sure, it can be a deep, spiritually meaningful experience but so can drinking tea. It's all in the attitude you bring to it. Despite this attitude, and a couple of near misses with an ex-girlfriend of mine, we were married a couple of years before we actually explored what non-monogamy meant to us. It all started at a party. I was chatting with a nice young lady and chatting turned into a long, sensual backrub which stopped just short of being a live sex show in front of her boyfriend, my wife and basically half the people at the party. We talked a bit with said young lady and her boyfriend, who identified themselves as polyamorous. We ended out making out with them a few times, but never went "all the way" largely because of the young lady's tendency to get roaring drunk at parties. Eventually, we went our separate ways but the encounter got me searching the net to learn more about polyamory, which also lead to learning about swinging. A lot of googling, a lot of good online FAQs and a lot of talking later and my wife I decided to check out a local swingers club. That went... poorly, largely because we hadn't talked enough about expectations, desires, rules, and limitations. Fortunately, in talking about why we things hadn't gone well, we figured that out and managed to talk through all those things. Our next trip to the club went better. The rest has been fun. Not always perfect, but overall fun. My advice to newcomers... communicate, communicate, communicate. A wise man, at that first club we visited, said something that has always stuck with me: If I can watch my wife suck another man's cock, I can talk to her about anything. Since we were watching his wife do just that at the time, I figured he knew what he was talking about. The key to successful swinging is being able to talk about anything... the fantasies you've never shared, the feelings you don't think you should feel, the silly stuff, the crazy stuff and especially the scary stuff. If you can share all of that with your partner and listen -really listen- to them share all of their innermost self with you, the rest follows.

Over the past couple of years I have occasionally played, sometimes even at a swingers' cub, with a transgender person. All of the secondary sexual characteristics are there but, more significant for me, the impressions that this is a woman in a woman's body. And she really, really enjoys sex. Modern surgical technique is remarkably well developed in this area. This woman, very happily, also has a remarkable support group who surrounds her.

Several decades ago(!), we took the nude beach plunge. Never had been to a "clothing optional" resort before, took off from St. Louis, landed in St. Martin, took a taxi over to Club Orient. The driver --it was taxi #32, we'll never forget--asked us if it was our first trip to St. Martin and to Club O. Yes, we admitted we were newbies. We got to the resort about 45 min later,we picked up the key, he drove us to our mini-suite deluxe a few meters from the beach. He asked when our flight home was, and gave us his card. He said, "ring me up when it's time to leave--but you won't want to leave". It was mid afternoon, there was still some sun. Like most nudie newbies, we decided to put on suits and walked down to the beach. About 200 naked people there. Some young, some old, some in shape, some way out of shape. There were some beach walkers with suits, some without (the beaches follow the laws of France--all beaches are public). We looked around, needed to put on some sunscreen. Looked again at the 200 naked people, none of whom were paying us any mind. Took off our suits, put them in the bag, put on the sunscreen. Pulled books from the bag. Imagined that in our pale white skin we somehow blended in. About 30 min later, we were hot, the water looked good, we wandered into the bay to get wet. Started chatting with another couple while we were in the water. They quickly deduced (did not take Sherlock Holmes) that we were first timers, newly arrived, and then they went out of their way to make us feel welcome. They insisted on buying us drinks at the beach bar, introduced us to some of their friends, and within a few minutes we ceased to notice that we--and everyone else--had not a stitch on. It took just that little time to see naked as normal. We got used to breakfast, beach, lunch, and beach naked. Spent the morning figuring out what not to wear, rinsed off in the afternoon in the outdoor showers. Dinner? Mrs. FL put on a pareo -- except when she got hot dancing, then she took it off. Yes, we went off property for dinner a couple of nights. Otherwise, "sand gravity" set in. Suddenly--four or five days later-- it was time to leave. We scheduled the pickup with Taxi 32, He showed up, loaded our bags, we got in. "Ready to leave?" he asked. He already knew the answer. "Already booked your return?" he asked. He knew the answer to that one, too. We've made a total of nine trips to Club O.

THAT is funny!!! We (I) had a similar experience at a party. I ate a "special" brownie and nothing happened. As a drinker, I expected to feel a buzz in 15-20 minutes as I do after ingesting a top shelf vodka rocks. I was told the brownies were "good shit" but when I felt nothing after about half an hour, I thought wtf and had another! At the time, I had no experience with THC. Well, the first brownie hit after 45 minutes and then BAM!! a bit later the 2nd kicked in. We had a hell of a good time, I was wasted I guess but had no performance problems and was still VERY happy and horny when the party wrapped up. Mrs Doc insisted on driving home and told me the next day that she wished I'd have worn socks so she could have stuffed one and shut me up on the hour long drive. All in all, it was a good experience but next time, I'll only have one.

I can't answer about the swapping part only my experience in dating. I have never given a blowjob to anyone wearing a condom. I don't think it has ever been brought up. It is hard enough to make sure it is used during sex. As a matter of fact if we didn't have a condom, oral was all we were going to do before I was on birth control. About guys going down on me, not all guys have done that. Especially when I was younger. I read in another thread about dental dams and I laughed. I used to be afraid that I wasn't clean or smelled like flowers. I would make sure I would wash with sweet smelling soap. It is funny that I had no problem putting something in my mouth and worried about that. If I can take him in my mouth, I am not putting a rubber sheet on me. I enjoy getting oral sex. I have joked about breaking guys jaws and have been very satisfied with just oral. Recently for the first time in my life I went down on a girlfriend. no protection used. It was quite different than giving a blowjob and I think I want to again.

My first time was with a 45 year old black neighbor. Hubby wanted me to do him bareback. He was at our house, my bed room. I was so scared. I remember I felt so cold when he took my clothes off even though the house was warm. I remember I was shaking. I felt weak. My mouth went dry. My nipples were so hard they hurt. He felt my privates. I didn't like it he was too eager and his nails were too long. I looked over at my husband. He was smiling. When the guy took off his clothes I was expecting a huge hung cock but it was normal. The same size as my husband's but he did have the prettiest huge balls. His scrotum was so smooth and shiny. I remember I was so nervous and cold that when he hugged me his body was so warm and soft. He was hairless. My hubby is hairy. His body felt so hot against mine that I reached out and hugged him tight against me. He felt so good and he smelled so good too. His cologne was a little too strong but I didn't care. He tried to kiss me but I didn't want to. I let him give me a peck on the cheek. He turned me and set me on the bed. I was cold again. I couldn't grasp the fact I was naked in front of a man, a black man and he is going to have sex with me. I didn't know how to act. I didn't know what to do. Then my husband said lay on the bed honey. I got on the bed and pulled a pillow under my head. So cold. My legs were closed. He was looking at my breasts. I hoped he liked them. Then he looked at my closed legs and he pulled them apart. I was hesitant to let him at first but I gave in and let him look and I was embarrassed. This man was going to see my ass hole. I was worried I might smell bad down there even though I had taken a bath and had scrubbed my privates soapy hard. He slid his body between my legs and slid his thighs along my sides and there I actually jerked with surprise when I felt his cock suddenly press against my privates. Then he laid on me and oh his warm body felt so good. I put my arms around him and held him close. I felt his cock poking around down there for my vagina opening. I just kept looking in his dark brown eyes. I was thinking oh God this is going to happen. It's real. This is real. His cock finally found my opening and he was pushing in. I closed my eyes and thought no turning back now and I hoped I was wet enough. Oh please I thought don't let it hurt. Two kids had come out of there but still --. His cock slid in as smooth as silk. I felt his pubic bone press against my pubic bone and I felt a nice tingle from my clit. The head of his cock was laying gently against my cervix. He was a perfect fit and his body so warm. His breath smelt like mint. Sh-t, how did mine smell oh God. I panicked. Called to my husband. He came to the of side of bed. I held, now my lover, head down by my neck so he couldn't see me pointing to my mouth for some breath fresher like Certs. Hubby laughed and got me some mints. Chewed them as my new lover sucked and squeezed my cold breasts. Felt so good. He was warming them up. I was becoming warm. I wasn't shaking any more. I was liking the feeling of his warm very hard cock in me rubbing my vagina walls. He was beginning to feel like my husband in me. He was kind. He even stopped stroking and asked if I was ok. Was he hurting me. I said no. He smiled and began slowly stroking again. He would gently bump my cervix at times. I became very comfortable with him. I looked at my hubby and there he was with his pants down wrinkled on the floor around his ankles and stroking his cock. He looked so boyish. I chuckled. That drained all my fear away. I was thinking I like this. I started feeling this man that had invaded my body. He had a hard round ass. Firm muscles. His kinky hair felt so cool. I liked the feel of it. Then he laid his chest on my breasts mashing them so nicely. Felt good. He laid his head beside me where we were cheek to cheek. He had very smooth face. He felt nice. He whispered you are so nice. He said you are such a nice woman. You keep your yard so pretty. I hope this isn't awkward for you. I had to smile. I was so relaxed at that point and was building to what I was sure to be a great orgasm and it was. I laid my legs on his shoulders and raised my ass off the bed and pulled him as close to me as I could. I was cumming again and I wanted him deep inside me. Wow he was sending me past the moon. I even kissed him. A whole lot. He was a great kisser. Feeling his huge balls slapping my ass was thrilling. I wasn't cold any more. I began to sweat. Couldn't get enough of him but I wanted him to cum in me, don't know why I just wanted to feel it. I was squeezing his cock tight as I could with my vagina to bring him to orgasm and finally we came at the same time. Love cumming at the same time. We made love for two hours. I was completely satisfied. My whole body felt refreshed and calm but tired. I knew I smelled like a locker room. He was sweaty too. I got off the bed. He was laying on his back on the other side of the bed. I got him up and we took a bath. So much fun washing him. Washed him bare handed especially his cock. It felt so good. It was clean now so I sucked it till it was real hard again and I put my hands on the wall stuck my ass up to him and he entered me from behind. Wow felt so good. So deep. We came one more time together. After the shower, I was hungry so I had two fine gentlemen take me to dinner. I felt so female, so special. I felt like royalty. That is how I felt my first time shared.