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The woman and I just clicked. We both had some patented moves that got us both going. She was responsive, which makes me feel like I know what I’m doing. I came faster than I’d like, but a little tough to totally control. The husband is Tantric oriented and he had a slow session which my wife enjoyed. We got a prompt thank you, let’s do it again note from them. We are generally better the second time with people, we learned what they like to some degree.

See that...cool house tour and great sex. Win:win! Just curious but what made them "major league all stars" when it came to technique and the experience? Glad it worked out well for you.

thinking of HRC in the lifestyle permanently killed my erection - thanks and gross!!

At the time I was single and unattached, it wasn't exactly a decision that I wanted to swing. In my early twenties, after I broke up with my fiance Red and moved out, I started dating another guy David (who is now my husband). After the second date I was incredibly horny, but he was too much of a gentleman to put any moves on me, so I went back and fucked Red. It was good, easy and so uncomplicated because we had been fucking for years before. The next date with David we ended up in bed and I stayed the night. After I left his place the next day, I got with Red again. I kept Red up-to-date with what was going on and he was ok with it because he still loved me and wanted to keep getting in my pussy:). David figured out what I was up to (turns out he reads me perfectly), and to my amazement he said he was fine with it. So I started it, but David made it possible. Fucking two guys who cared for me at the same time with both of them knowing made me self-confident and left me wanting as much sex as two guys put together. It led to me overcoming my jealousies and after two years letting the guys play with other women, me discoving my Lesbian side and playing with David's lovers, and having sex with three other different guys. Ten years later, Red, David, Lora, Clair and I are in a poly family.

While some may feel differently, I greatly appreciate this level of detail and explanation. Although when googling it, it does give examples with size charts. The more I immerse myself in the culture of swinging the more confident I feel about us meeting other couples and not being so self-conscious about the fact that neither one of us has a 6 pack. However, as I shared in another thread yesterday, my attraction and connection with another person has less to do with weight/looks and a hell of a lot more to do with whether or not we can have flowing and enjoyable dialogue and chemistry on that social level.

The first step is always the hardest. Once she actually visits a lifestyle club she will be pleasantly surprised. I, too, had a very creepy mental image of what i would see. Many clubs are quite beautiful and upscale. It only took a few minutes for me to realize how comfortable the club actually felt. People are friendly and really not creepy!

Maybe I stated it inartfully, but we’ve played with four of the six couples at the party. But not the hosts and not one couple from out of state. We have 32 certs on SLS. It’s not our first rodeo.

H/W/P is somewhat subjective with couples we've met. For us it means that we have some kind of shape (male=shoulders wider than waist, waist more narrow than hips, Hips smaller than shoulder. It also means a belly that doesn't have to be lifted and moved from 1 side to the other to see his dick.) Woman= shoulders that the form can be seen, boobs that are not overshadowed by belly rolls, hips that aren't wider than shoulders and thighs that can open sufficiently to accommodate a H/W/P male). We are just not sexually attracted to obese people and stating that we are, by our admittedly subjective standard, a H/W/P couple and look for the same seems far more kind than posting that we're not sexually interested in BBWs or in men who haven't actually seen their penis since college. In response to Fullswap, we don't look at ourselves as "fit sexy and beautiful people" although truth be told, to my prejudiced eye, Mrs Doc IS very sexy and beautiful. We both work to stay reasonably fit and attractive by our personal definition and those are the kinds of couples we seek for playmates.

I believe that HWP is simply a synonym for "We're not obese." I've known many an HWP person who was quite fun between the sheets.

There is (was) a couple that we connected with so much with that we became a family. We traveled together. We partied together. We fought. We loved. We planned for the future. We lost the male half of the other couple to cancer in July. We cried together. We miss him. We played, and still play with other people. We will never forget the good times, or the bad times. I don't think there will be another fourth, we three will continue our relationship until we become two, then one, then none. It is a love that cannot be broken. It hurts. It always will. This is poly.

The man of a couple we swapped with claimed 9.5 inches. My wife measured it with her hands. In college she and her roommate had measured their hands across the knuckles. It was four inches. She wrapped both hands around it and "still had about an inch and a half in my mouth." His claim was accurate, she decided. His wife and I watched one of the most amazing sights I've ever witnessed! Laura, on her back, her legs spread wide, used both hands to guide that monster where she wanted it, saying, "Look Darling, I'm gonna get fucked by the biggest cock I've even seen!" Once she had it started, she reached for his ass and pulled him into her as smoothly as she'd ever done with me. She pointed her toes at the ceiling and moaned and gurgled deep in her throat. The sight of that thing sliding in and out of my beloved wife's pussy was as amazing as her appreciative sounds. Unfortunately, his wife decided Laura had enjoyed her husband far too much and refused to let it happen again. A few days later he stopped by to explain and asked if he could fuck Laura from time to time without telling his wife. Laura showed him to the door and we never saw him (or a cock that big) again.