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1 pointMy wife and I have been married for over 10 years. She is 5'4, about 130lbs, 34F, and very fit. We dated for couple of years before getting married. From the very beginning, she was the most sexual woman I had ever met. Soon after we started dating, she started to push me to talk about her former lovers. Slowly, I started to get turned on by the stories and became more and more curious about her past sexual experiences with boyfriends before me. Eventually, we got married, and few years later, she started to throw hints of wanting to raise her score. I quickly got on board and we started to regularly talk about how other men would fuck her and so forth. Finally, during a trip to Vegas, we decided to visit a sex club and she was very excited, although a little nervous. She wore a new tight black dress with red lingerie underneath. We got to the club and just hung out. She was very uneasy and she said she had never been to a place like this. About 30 minutes in, we were starting to talk about leaving, she suddenly pointed at a slightly older guy and said: "Go bring him here." My dick was hard as a rock. I walked up to the guy and asked if he is interested in my wife, he had been staring at her the entire time. He quickly smiled and said, "Oh yes, let's go." They shook hands, introduced themselves and we all decided to find the area with beds and more privacy (so to speak). We found a room downstairs that was only enclosed by a curtain. She told me to go and get condoms so she can get to know the guy for a few minutes. When I came back, they were just talking, slowly, she walked up to me and started kissing me. Once I let go, I gestured to the guy to go ahead; he quickly moved in on her. They started making out, he started kissing her all over the place, slowly, she dropped backwards on bed and pulled him on top of herself. He lowered her dress and started sucking her big tits. She asked me to join in. We each had a tit in our mouth and we were both fingering her pussy at the same time. Slowly, I moved down and started eating her pussy. She is always fully waxed like a porn star. As soon as I stopped eating her pussy as she came, he went down and started eating it. Slowly, I moved back up and she took my dick in her mouth. To our surprise, a crowd gathered and four other men wanted to fuck her. She shook her head but they all watched her get pounded. The guy that went in there with us, quickly got naked and tugged at her red thong. She took it off and handed it to me. This whole time, she was playing with my dick, it's about 5.5". The guy was much larger, about 7". She looked at it and winked at me. She told him she likes it rough. He had it fully up and moved close to her pussy. She stared into my eyes, grabbed his dick and guided it to rub her pussy. He took his clue and shoved it in. She reminded him to not be gentle. He obliged and fucked her like a whore. She begged for more by saying, "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard...look babe, he is fucking me so good, he is so big, look, he is fucking your wife right in front of you....oh yeah, fuck me." About four other guys and a couple were now watching her get fucked. I asked her if I should tell them to leave, she said no, she likes it. She slowly turned to them so they can get the full view of a dick in her pussy while she was playing with mine. Once the guy got done, she said, "Okay honey, this was awesome," and kissed me multiple times thanking me for a great experience. She said she wanted to stay for a few before we walked out. She wanted to walk around and be noticed as the woman who had just been fucked, since rest of the crowd was just hanging out. We cannot wait to do it again.
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1 pointThis is something else that got me in more than a little trouble growing up (not just a strict religious upbringing, but Christian schooling as well): questioning how we are only 'allowed' to love one person. So we only love our partner? What about the people in our past that we loved, and still may have strong feelings for? Is that love just supposed to stop when we meet 'the one'. I know all about the three kinds of 'love' (eros, agape, and philia) but I couldn't get anyone to agree on what each meant, let alone have put into context. Eros is lust...physical love...no, it's romantic love. After all, the word stems from the Greek word erotas, which translates to “intimate love.” But then why did the Greeks viewed eros as dangerous due to the loss of control that occurs when someone is struck by this kind of love (i.e. Cupid's arrow). So is eros the good kind of love or the bad kind? And what about in the Old Testament where a man could (and usually did) have multiple wives...did he only really 'love' one of them and not the remainder? I could go on, but it was usually around here I was sent to the office until the end of the period. Bottom line, I think that love isn't limited...only people are as they try to limit love to whatever definition they want it to mean. What we have found out is that if you have a strong enough relationship (built on love/trust/communication), love only grows larger as you allow it to be spread to more people. The problem is the vast majority of people don't really have a relationship strong enough to accept this so they choose to limit the amount of love they can give or receive. Sorry...this just touched a subject that I have had difficulty understanding for years and have spent a great deal of time pondering (but now have what I think is a better grasp of)...rant over.
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1 pointI think we all pretty much understand what swinging is, and that it is a subset of the L/S, the other things that fall under the L/S umbrella. I think that the 'lifestyle' would also include hotwifing, stag/vixen, cuckolding, cuckqueening, MFM, FMF, poly-amorous, as well as other sexual (and in some cases, non-sexual) activities. While it is possible for singles to participate (as in a single man in a MFM or unicorn for the women), there still needs to be a committed couple involved in some matter (otherwise it's just someone having sex with one or more partners). In the case of hotwifing (or in some ways stag/vixen,cuckolding, and cuckqueening), both parties are fully aware and agreeable with what is going on with their partners...that one (or both) are consciously and with the approval of the other having sex with others outside of the principle relationship. In order to be monogamist, you need at least two people to form the base. Then they must agree that having sex with others is acceptable with each of them. At that point it's just a question as to if they do it together, separately, or having only one doing it. I think the biggest part of any definition is the "consensual non-monogamy". If it isn't consentual, it's just cheating on your partner and I don't think any of us thinks that cheating on your partner is part of the lifestyle.
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1 pointAnd, not everyone in the set needs to be participating in 'sex' - it's their consent to the outside activity of one or more people in the set. A husband consenting to his wife's play with a single male, for example - the spouses are swinging; the single male is participating in the lifestyle.
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1 pointWe play with a single male. We are swinging . He is not swinging as there is no consensual non monogamy on his part. All three of us are in the LS. I would include those in serious committed relationships as "married". I would not include those couples just hooking up. This distinction between LS an Swinging is more for clarity than anything else. It is good to know the general backdrop of any encounter.
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1 pointIdk I love being a single swinger, less attachments. As long as I get invites I never feel the need to have romantic relationships. Who knows, I might have a change of heart years down the line.
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1 pointI'm not gonna lie, when my husband told me about his "Hotwife" fantasy and asked me to start cheating on him by fucking other guys, I was pissed. I mean Why wasn't I enough for him? It's not like he could complain he wasn't getting enough pussy, I fucked him regularly, and I fucked him dirty. I'd never been a prude, I sucked his cock often, and I even took it in the butt occasionally just to mix it up. It's not my fault he didn't last long. I worked hard on fulfilling all of his sexual fantasies. I played my part as the lustful nanny that just wanted to fuck her boss. I was the slutty college girl that was "hot for teacher" and gunning for extra credit, and I definitely had a FIRM GRIP on the subject matter! If you know what I mean. I played the naked maid. And the slutty neighbor looking to cheat on her husband. So when he said it would be hot if I would flirt with and cheat on him with another guy, I honestly thought it was another role play. Next day when he got home from work, it was just me, no kids, I had on a silk robe and nothing else. I called him John (his name is James) and I said he was late and we needed to hurry cause my husband would be home soon. I told him I shouldn't be doing this but I needed to feel his cock inside me so bad I couldn't fucking think straight till I had him, he was all I could think about. I peeled his pants off and sucked his dick hard and fucked the shit out of him. The whole time telling him how much better his cock felt than my husband's did. It felt weird to me but I did it for him. He was excited and he popped fast, which was a bummer. I didn't complain, I rolled off him, made him grab my boob and slide two fingers into my pussy while I furiously rubbed my clit till I exploded with a somewhat satisfying orgasm. Laying there naked and vulnerable snuggling with my husband he then blindsided me by excitedly asking me if I was gonna really do it? I was confused and said, "Do what?" He said, "Cheat on me." I was a bit hurt and replied, "No, I'd never cheat on you." He then said "But babe, it isn't cheating if I give you permission, and you have it, I want this." Now I was mad. I got up and got dressed and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the night or the following two days. I had given him fucking everything and it wasn't enough. I had done things way outside of my comfort zone, and it wasn't enough. I HAD TRIED SO HARD, AND STILL IT WASN'T ENOUGH. That was when I decided to get out of my head and relax by doing some Yoga, and it's also when I changed my mind about all of it. When I got to the Yoga Studio, I happily realized Michael was the instructor, my heart soared when he was my Yogi. I had been crushing hard on him, he was kind and soulful, not to mention he was fucking ripped, and the bulge in his pants always made me think up some dirty thoughts. We had always had a flirty playful banter between us, but I was married and kept my true feelings to myself. I thought to myself that James was stupid because he had no idea the things I'd love to do to that man. In that moment it hit me hard, I suddenly realized for the first time I could totally act on my flirtation. I HAD PERMISSION. My husband wanted me to fuck him, he had practically begged me to fuck him, and in that moment I realized just how badly I wanted to fuck him. I texted James, "Is this really what you want, me just fucking other guys?" I set my phone down and started stretching. My phone boodelooped and the screen lit up. I saw my husband's response, "HELL YES!!!!" I grabbed my mat and moved to the front just as the class started. I couldn't get Michael's perfect physique out of my head. He caught me staring at him, I didn't look away. I just gave him a sly smile and winked at him. I felt stupid giddy and nervous and kept giggling to myself. After the class I hung back in the locker room making sure I was the last one out. I had showered, shaved everywhere, adjusted my bra for the maximum amount of cleavage, blow dried my hair and put on some makeup, and I hit that lobby like a cougar on the prowl. Much to my delight, Michael definitely noticed. I stopped and looked at a new mat hanging on the wall and made asked "Hey Jess, do you see anything you like?" I turned and attacked. I slowly looked him up and down focusing on his cock. "Mmmhmm, definitely, although like isn't the word, I'm leaning more towards need!" He took a step back in surprise. "Jess, wow, umm are we talking about, I mean what about your husband?" I looked him in the eye and let the mischievous smile creep back into place and I said,, "Hall Pass!" He said "what?" I stepped close enough to touch him and placed my hand on his chest and slowly started sliding it down his torso and said: "I have a hall pass, for the next six hours I can do whatever I want, and what I want to do is you!" We went straight to his place and I fucked the shit out of that man. I kept him naked for three hours. Unsure if I'd get a second attempt I gave him all of me. I fucked and sucked him till he came and then laid on him kissing and rubbing him till I felt the familiar bulge and sucked and fucked him again. I gave that man my Pussy, my Mouth and to ensure I made a good showing, my Ass. When he started to cum I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked down every last drop he had. I fucked that man dirty and in the end was surprised to find I had absolutely no regrets. When I got home I walked up to my husband with cum till dribbling down my legs and told him I changed my mind and had just cheated on him, I fucking loved it, and fully intended to continue fucking Michael often. I then waited nervously for his reaction. To my surprise he was ecstatic asking for every dirty detail, which I gave him. With this new outlook I realized there were a number of men in my life that I would fancy spreading my legs for. So I did, I started a Tinder profile, and after one unexpected threesome with a couple I met at a bar, I had a bit of a sexual awakening with a woman, so I also set up a Her profile and have dated a few women which has made me realize that not only do I love cock, but I also very much love pussy. That is the story of how I became a hotwife and a self-proclaimed slut. That was 5 years ago, and after two years my husband and I got a chance to do a full swap and now we are full fledged swingers.
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1 pointWe are nudists for thirty years, swingers for five.
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1 pointExperience, I have been a hotwife for over 5 years, and my husband and I have been full swapping for 3 years.
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1 pointWe've played with our neighbor as a single woman for most of a year now. Her (now) ex-husband was a chronic cheater and eventually people sat her down and showed her the receipts. Before the pandemic, she was on all the dating sites and having a great time. We were careful to avoid her being seen coming and going at sketchy hours to avoid gossip, but there was no hiding what was going on at her house. One day, the nosy widow caddy-corner to her stops me while mowing her lawn and says, scandalously, "you know, there is a different car at her house every weekend". I did not point out that I knew she'd banged the ex-husband herself. Seems to me people who gossip a lot are often trying to preemptively damage others for fear they, themselves, will eventually be revealed.
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1 pointI'm certain that people talk about me behind my back, or more likely used to talk about me. The novelty of a woman living (and presumably being intimate) with several other people has worn off. Plus now there are openly the gay guys, the butch Lesbians, the bisexuals, the girls who braggingly tell tales that grown men only used to say in hushed voices. In my own mind I sometimes wonder if I'm the prude; I have plenty of sex, but it's with the same three men and two women. I've only had full intercourse with five men in my life. Lots of teenagers, including girls, have had many more partners than that. At this point in my life I am proud of who I am, so there is nothing for me to endure.
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1 pointEven if true, you're apparently having fun and you've broken the code as far as recreational sex is concerned. Let em talk, they only wish they were having as much fun as you apparently are. Mrs Doc was denied two substantial raises because she was 5 years older than her boss, 5 times sexier than she and the bosses husband remarked, within her earshot at a Xmas party, that he thought my wife was hot. If it doesn't cost you money, just smile sweetly and carry on!
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1 pointThen exactly WHY are you here? In case you missed it, this board is about swinging. In fact, the first clue you should have noticed is the title, SWINGERS Board. If you and your little harem find swinging and swingers so repugnant, why do you continue to grace us all with your presence and your comments? You're not part of the hobby and many of your posts particularly denigrate the women who ARE involved in it. I wonder why you seem to be compelled to share your questionable wit and warped wisdom with people about whom you so obviously feel superior? Oh, and I have a bit of news for you. Most "high quality" single guys tend to look for and eventually find "high quality" single women and create relationships and families. And later, a very small percentage of those "hi quality" couples find their way to swinging. Yet those are the people you find repugnant. You seem to be a very troubled young man.
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1 pointI wouldn’t mind sucking another persons cock after he comes out of my wife’s wet pussy. I'd lick all her juices out. I'd suck him to make it harder and put it in her tight and wet pussy. I'd keep sucking her large clit while he fucks her hard and plays with her ass.
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1 pointToday, good reader, I will regale you with a tale that may help you understand how my year is ending! This story is based upon the love/hate relationship have with my hot tub. Oh the joys one imagines when, with eyes closed, one sees that crystal clear and steaming water, churning in turbulent motions just waiting to sooth the sore and aching muscles after a long hard day’s…….. (Fill this section in with whatever activity you happen to have been doing just before reading this blog. The creator of this blog takes no responsibility for any illegal, immoral or fattening activities engaged in by the reader.) Ok. I have very few rules when it comes to my hot tub. These rules are there to ensure the enjoyment of the hot tub by my guests and Mrs. CXXC and me. They are easy to remember: 1. NO PEEING in the hot tub! 2. No male body fluids in the hot tub! 3. No clothes in the hot tub. 4. No eating foods in the hot tub. 5. No electronic devices in the hot tub. 6. No pets in the hot tub. 7. No men outnumbering the women in the hot tub unless Mrs. CXXC desires it! 8. No more than 8 people in the hot tub. 9. NO TOUCHING THE THEMOSTAT in the hot tub. 10. NO PEEING IN THE HOT TUB!!! Numbers 1 and 10 are self explanatory. I don’t soak in your toilet……. And so on… The male body fluids in the hot tub is just gross. If the guy’s gonna shoot a wad, he better be aiming AWAY from the water or she swallows ever drop. Ewwww.. I am grossing myself out just thinking about it! I don’t like clothes in the tub as the detergent ALWAYS messes up my Ph. Once it’s gone, it is like juggling chainsaws to get it right. I generally have to drain the thing and start over. Food and pets in the hot tub will screw up your filters and even the chemical balance. Mustard on a hot dog can kill it faster than….. well, clothes! Number 5, although one may think it’s silly, is a REAL important one! Don’t believe me? Go ahead, sit in your home bath tub, plug in the toaster. Ok now, put it in the water with you! See what I mean? Number 7 is a no brainer. Unless Mrs. CXXC wishes to be surrounded by naked men for her pleasure, I DON’T what a sausage fest in my hot tub! Number 9, if broken will have you sitting on the side lines shivering as the rest of us use your old seat for a foot rest! Trust me, it is perfect! Just the way it is! 101 degrees is as hot as ANYONE needs! So there you have it! My simple rules and even an explanation of each! So why did I just go through all of that? Well, it’s like this. SOME ASSHOLE DIDN’T READ THE RULES!!!!!! People have worn clothes in my hot tub. People have PEED (Trust me, I can tell) in my hot tub. People have been touching my thermostat!!!!!!! I’ve yet to see evidence of any male fluids, but I am still not convinced! So the Ph and the balance of various chemicals was so out of whack, I had to drain it again after only 30 days! It was NASTY! I mean YUCK!!! Heat up a frog pond and you would have a better experience! It was just plain disgusting! So, I had to start from scratch! I opened the spigot to drain the water and watched the nasty germs, bugs, no-see’ums go bye-bye! Rubber boots, rubber gloves and scrub brushes in hand, I did battle with the hot tub. From top to bottom, I bleached the living daylights out of that sucker. The air tem was around 50 so I wasn’t too happy about being both wet AND cold! Breaking out the shop-vac, I suck up all the debris and standing water from the bottom of the tub. I rinse it down and begin the process of scrubbing once more. You can’t take any chances with germs and nasty things that only show up under a microscope. I purge the lines, flush them clean as well. Hose it all down again and remove the nastiness. The process, though it sounds time consuming, is rather quick once you have a system down. As I do this every three months at the very least, unless someone doesn’t follow the rules, I have created a system to drain, clean and fill that sucker in just under three hours! Well, that was until today! Once I had the tub filled, the new filters installed and the bromide tabs in place, I was ready to go. I hit the breaker and stood back to see the tub come to life. Uhhhhh…… Ummmm…. Now what? I could hear the motor of the main pump running. The water was simply not churning as it normally does when in the heat cycle. So, I trip the breaker and reset it. Nada!!! Houston, we have a problem! Well, I crawl under the deck (its easy to do as I built the space large enough for me to get in and out of easily even if I have to lug a pump out with me.) and take a look around. Everything seems to be connected. Crap, I bet I have a clog in the output heating jets. So, I kill the power, unfasten the hoses connected to the pump, release the valve and water comes rushing out perfectly. Ok. That not it. I try the other end coming from the filter system. Same. Water flows easily and with great volume. What the hell! So I think and I think. Perhaps something is in the hose that will let it flow back but not forward. So I fish the sucker in every direction and from all associated jets. Not a blockage in sight! WHAT THE HELL????? Ok. The pump is brand new, but maybe it was defective. So I pull it out and while sitting on the deck, disassemble the sucker. Huh! There’s that frog! What’s with all the pine needles? The pump fan looks great and spins freely. The motor turns when I spin the pump fan. Huh! Perhaps it doesn’t work though! So I put it all back together, plug everything but the water back up to it. I turn on the power and I can hear that pump running. I get back under and see the pump fan spinning to beat the band! Ok. So everything works like it should. There are no blockages. There are no defective parts. The hoses are filled with water, the filter is working properly, WHAT THE HELL??????? I re-connect the hoses to the pump and try once more with a prayer. God hates me today! Sigh! What in the world is wrong with the tub? Sitting on the cold wet ground, scratching my head, my mind darted back to the late 90’s. My best friend at the time had a 1969 Ford Thunder Hawk with a 429 under the hood. This car was amazing. It was cherry! The only problem it had was that if you started the vehicle while it was cold, ran it for under 10 minutes and turned it off, the thing wouldn’t restart for no less than 30 minutes. What’s this got to do with the hot tub? Hang on! I’m getting to it! Well, one weekend, we decided to make a real effort to figure out the issue with the car. So, we gathered our tools and with determination set to finding the problem. We decided against tearing the engine out unless it was completely necessary. This was a wise decision. We never would have discovered the issue had we done so. In our initial attempt to discover the cause, I was tracing the wiring harness to see if there was a short somewhere. In so doing, I noticed a ½ inch vacuum hose was collapsed upon itself. I followed it to its end, unhooked it from the connection and it reformed. I shouted to my buddy to try to start the 429 Thunder Hawk. He did! It roared to life! It was a faulty vacuum hose that kept it from restarting while it was cold! We had a vacuum lock! Vacuum lock! Huh! I wonder………. With the hot tub in heater mode, I began to release one of the hose connectors. I hear a distinguishable HISSSSSSSS…… INSTANTLY, the water began to flow! I HAVE A FULLY FUNCTIONING HOT TUB AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! Well, here we are, the holidays upon us! We have both family and friends coming to Savannah to visit! These same family and friends wear bathing suits when using my hot tub. Sorry! I know I have rules, but I just can’t even consider seeing my in-laws nude! I am certain they even pee in the thing as I never see them get out no matter how many beers they have! I am on the fence right now. Do I shut it down just before they get here? Either way, I am going to have to drain and clean it again in three weeks. AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!! Be prepared to read about a mass murder in Savannah by a man waving a toaster over his head while standing in a hot tub. Also stay tuned for the net adventure in REVENGE of the Hot Tub!!!