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Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Unicorns, Loch Ness Monster All live in our minds as mythical beings and then things changed. The first to go was Unicorn, something I was told didn’t exist which was reinforced in a sexual reference when we could find a woman to play with us. Then I became a Unicorn. I joined a new friend and her husband for a day of sexual play that did away with the Unicorn myth. Just so nobody makes a comment my husband was fully aware of my play. That same friend made me believe the Loch Ness Monster exists, she has a male friend she calls Nessy that she and another friend found on some sex hook up site. The picture he posted, she showed me, showed his Monster in all its glory. My first reaction was that the picture like all the other Loch Ness pictures were fake. She assured me that Nessy existed and invited me to see and enjoy it with her. I had only heard or read about men like Nessy, some of those stories on here, and never had any desire to be with anyone or thing like that. My first reaction that it was a painful thing not a pleasure. Now I’m a believer, Nessy exists and I have seen the monster get excited and stiffen his neck and shoot his venom. Starting to change my thoughts on Santa Clause and Easter Bunny

Good morning everyone, so my wife and I have been chatting a lot about adventuring in the lifestyle a little bit. We’re mainly curious about a mfm but we want to start slow and not rush in. We have been talking to a guy since last march. We met him a few times just to chat. This past Friday he stopped by and the 3 of us had a few drinks. I got a little handsy with my wife and pulled up her shirt showing our guest her tits. He really enjoyed, actually we all did lol. By now my wife is getting a bit flirty, and the conversation turned more sexual. We where getting ready to leave early the next morning for vacation so as my wife comes around my me, I pull up her shirt again and start rubbing and sucking on her tits, our guest asked if I needed a hand, so I signaled him in and he had one tit in his mouth and I had the other. It was pretty hot, she definitely enjoyed it. It all lasted just a short time. I wasn’t ready to go much further then that so I said we should probably get some sleep cuz we had an early day, of course my wife is getting pretty hot by all of this lol but we walked our guest out. We had some really good sex after that to say the least. I felt no jealousy except when she flirted lol. Kinda weird, but him sucking her tit, no jealousy lol. Long story short, this was our first real experience, and we enjoyed it. My wife knows and understands I want to take things a bit slower, so we both think that’s best we do that.

Yes relative to the norm, bigger and smaller. My preference to size falls into what I have always experienced, I never said someone was too anything. I’m not aware of what my friend was looking for when she met this endowed play friend or why she wanted to contact or respond him. I didn’t desire, I joined in on her fun for the fun of seeing something I never saw. Lately I have been experiencing many new things so why not this. Possibly I have a secret bucket list deep inside that I’m looking to check off. As to the great experience I would check off the experience as fun with my friend not a thing I wanted to do as much as something we did.

Excellent! Taking things slow and step by step is the best way. Discovering your limitations as well as expanding your limits, not rushing the experience to only have morning after concerns or regrets. Everyone is different, individually, as a couple and as well as the chosen third or more. Having a patient and trusting other is key. Some find this person(s) by accident, others by talking to people who recommend someone that meets what they have in mind. We have both had experiences of being that go to for those wanting to test the waters for someone else, couple or single. All though the Queen has backed way off actually playing we both are active in attending the club, and I have been a safe go to for many couples and singles over the last few years in being selected as a safe and trusted live play toy. It appears you both are enjoy expanding your limits together, one step at a time.

I am in my 70's. I would have gone over, looked at the animal and asked her if it could swim. Any conversation requires someone to start it. Any exploring about other possibilities requires a conversation. Worst possible outcome is a boring half hour talking about her pet Pekinese at home

Unfortunately, I am the same.

I've heard it said that all women are bisexual, unless you buy them something they don't get sexual.

There IS NO secret swinging sign...especially a pineapple bathing suit in Hawaii. We all need to just realize this and move on. At the same time, if you think she/they might be interested, the best thing to do is go over and say hello and see where things go from there.

I just realized that this is not the alone play I was thinking of when I made my comment...

Here is the key to swinging success: Somebody has to make the move, it may as well be me. If you don’t initiate, nothing will happen. If you do initiate, something may happen.

Hi Daniela, thanks for your response. You are very lucky to be able to orgasm so easily. Blessed.

I'm surprised that I've never posted in this thread. Mrs. E. will tell you that her favorite is missionary, followed by cowgirl and doggy. She gets an especially "psychedelic" (her word) reaction from riding cock and being held upright her partner, it can hit an angle that's just short of too intense for her, and likes being able to rub her breasts in a partner's face. Doggy is a little tricky with her being quite tall to get an angle that is comfortable, but she loves it when it's right. Missionary, though, with easy deep kissing and her legs wrapped around, is her favorite. She's also taken more lately to asking me to stand on the edge of the bed so she can put her legs on my shoulders. Sometimes we'll set up a mirror so she can watch me thrust that way. Reverse cowgirl is mostly reserved for strangers. There have been times she's been feeling shy during encounters and wants to be on top but just likes looking away while she works, or being on the floor where she can suck on me at the same time. Occasionally she'll do me that way on the living room sofa or chair, though.

I can answer from the wife and girlfriend perspective, not sure if I qualify as lady. ☺ I can orgasm from penetration either by penis or fingers, and by oral. If a quickie is called for I can do it in around five minutes. If it's taking him a while I'm pretty good at holding back, but can usually have three orgasms in a 45 minute to one hour session. As we women in our poly family are bi, sometimes oral satisfaction is an end in itself. There are a lot of women like that, as long as she gets there, so what? What did she say about the experience?

Even as a guy I can't get excited about having sex with a woman who I don't know; my wife is even more so like that. We need to click on a social level, process it, then if there is a desire, meet again to screw.

For those who want to know, while the sex I had with David and Red was mostly one on one and our love deepened among the three of us in those early days (before Clair and Lora), the MFMs we had became more about just the sex, the physical pleasure, like a celebration. Our first DP was one of our weekend meet-ups, I was riding David cowgirl and Red came up behind me and put it in my bum, and then it was a kind of thing.

Don't you just love it when that happens?

Our first MFM "scene", technically, involved the two couples we played with at first. The same night she explored soft swap for the first time, we decided to try another session with the other couple. The wife from the couple we did *not* know well had gone down on me and Mrs. E was a little high on the excitement and wanted to reciprocate. Once I got hard again, it was her first spitroast, bent down over the couch in the living room of the couple we did know. We'd gone into it with a mindset that we were on a mission to explore oral and see where it went, and we were both very happy with the experience, and, in retrospect, lucky it all worked out so smoothly. Maybe more conventionally, the first time we tried pure MFM with a third alone, we were on vacation abroad. It had been a bit since we'd explored and on the ferry ride over, we talked about loosening up and trying something crazy if it came up. A couple days later, I walked away from our beach chairs for a while to get us drinks and snacks, and by the time I got back, she'd managed to attract a conversation partner while sunbathing topless. When I got back, it took her a little coaxing to discourage him from bolting but he eventually figured out what was going on and agreed to come hang out with us in our hotel room. She ended up between us on the couch, so-called "ski poling", stroking us on either side while making out with him while we fingered her. After a while, she moved her head down. After we both came, we said our goodbyes and he very quietly gave me his number in the corridor as he'd be around for a while. I figured we'd be done there, but she brought it up later that night (the next night? it's been a few years now) that she regretted going that far and not going further. I had good news in that I could invite him back, and sure enough, we met for cocktails that drifted back to the hotel and to Mrs. E getting pounded from behind, bent over my lap sucking me. I remember that he had his orgasm, it made her orgasm, and that made me orgasm. It was already *very* late when we started, and much later when I let him out of the room on the patio to the beach. I deleted the number after that. We had a blast and it really opened her up to trying to pick up thirds when we were out of town.

I have been wanting to respond to this topic for a while, but knew it would be somewhat long and take some time. When I first became non-monogamous, I had no idea where it was going, but never thought it would lead to an MFM. I had broken up with my ex-fiancé Red and moved out of our place to live alone. But we still liked/loved and saw each other, went out and got together for sex, which was really good. I wasn't looking, but then met David, handsome and technically oriented like me, the man who would become my husband. We started going out and afterwards I did what seemed to me to be the natural thing to do and went to see Red to discuss what was happening, how I felt, and where things were headed. Red was hoping for us to reconcile, but he was very accepting of my decisions. After talking, we would have sex make love. I was honest with David about my recent breakup with Red, that I had strong feeling for him but realized that we were too different (he a creative artsy type, me an engineer; he unconcerned about money, me more ambitious with desires for a stable family life) to make a long-term go of it. David was more than a good listener and tolerant of what most guys would find off-putting conversation - he was genuinely empathetic, concerned, understanding. As I saw David more we both felt love and an incredible physical attraction, and after several dates started having sex. After the first time fucking David, I did what had become my routine and went back to see Red, told him everything including how good it was. Then we fucked. I really enjoyed it, but yeah, I felt like a cheat, a slut, a pervert (two guys! How could I be having sex with two guy? ). Not long afterwards at the beginning of one of our dates, David said (not "asked", but "said") to me, "You're still sleeping with Red." (I recall exactly that he didn't say "fucking" or "screwing," but used the gentle term "sleeping".) I thought, this is it, it's over. Instead, David said that it was ok with him, he knew that I still had feeling for Red, and it didn't affect anything between us. I was stunned, my mind had been quickly going through the pleadings and promises that I would make to David, but now it was reeling in another direction. So began me going between two men, one with whom I was getting ever closer and one I couldn't let go of. They both knew about the other and I now felt unbelievably loved, powerful, appreciated, confident. What could make them love me so much to agree to this? And it all seemed so natural, so right. After about another month, David called and said he was on his way home from the office and asked if he could stop by my place on his way home. I hesitated, and David again immediately picked up on what was going on and said, "Is Red there, I'd like to meet him." Once again, the usually quick minded Petra didn't know what to say and feigned confidence and enthusiasm, "Sure." I told Red that David was stopping by and he reacted mildly with "That'll be nice." It was like five minutes of terror for me, once again not knowing what might happened. When they met, it was a sign of what was to follow - despite all of their differences, they got along and talked about things they did have in common, which thankfully did not include me. So now, not only was I seeing two men, fucking two men, they were both openly in my life including the three of us being together. It was as if it were meant to be. The three of us almost never went on dates together, it was always either David and I or Red and I, but we seemed to be getting together more and more for practical reasons like shopping or helping to fix something. Now to the point of this thread: one Saturday morning the three of us were at my place after I had been out of town on business the whole week. I was unpacking, doing laundry and was looking pretty grungy, I thought. David asked Red didn't I look good, and asked if I was wearing a bra. I hardly ever at home because I hardly have tits. Unusual for him, David's talk got dirty, he asked me to take off my shirt, I did and he asked Red something like isn't that the most beautiful thing you have ever seen? Red said yes, and David asked me to get closer to Red. I didn't know exactly what the plan was or even if there was a plan, but we were, to use a cliché, all on the same page. David stood back as Red and I took my clothes off, I sucked his dick as he played with my tit, then his clothes came off and we went at it. Hard. After we both came, I started having having fears and doubts again about David. I mean, not only was what to David I thought only an abstract thing, he now saw me do it, not just sex, love making, deep kissing. I looked at David he invited me over and kissed me. Affectionately. He pushed me down onto the bed, on my back, and began what had become our foreplay routine of him licking my clit before we go at it. I can only take so much of that before I want him inside me, and it happened. All that messy sloshing and squishing, and a second ejaculation in my vagina right after I had one from another man. And what a lot of orgasms. I had no fear or doubt now, it is clear that David loves me as I am, which includes my love and sex with Red. I never thought I could exceed my earlier feelings of being "loved, powerful, appreciated, confident," but now I did. It would have been great to have continued the day with the three of us, but Red had an important appointment to go to so it left David and me. The rest of the day and most of Sunday was David and me. We didn't talk about the threesome, again, it all just seemed so normal and right. David left in the afternoon on Sunday, I threw the additional laundry that we had generated into the machine and went to Red's place to talk, and screw. After that first time MFM, we never planned any, they just sometimes happened (although once we moved in together we would occasionally do it as a ritual, especially vaginal/anal DP, which I love). Mostly my love life with Red and David were conducted separately, although there were plenty of sloppy seconds. It was not long after we got to this point of what seemed total openness and honesty that David asked me to marry him with the thought that he didn't want to live without me and he had never been so sure of anything in his life. My first MFM was the highlight of my sexual life (and one of the top of anything in my life) until I was confident enough to let hubby start playing and I had my first FFM and opened up to my Lesbian side...

So let me ask then - when you're in a swinging situation with one woman and another guy is in her pussy, do you go in another opening to satisfy yourself in the moment as in porn, or are you guided by evolutionary forces to wait for sloppy seconds to "increase your chances at reproductive success?"

Nah, that's giving men too much credit ("odds of procreating"). When a guy sees a woman engaging in sexual activity, he's thinking that she's already aroused and maybe he can have some pleasure too. Because he won't necessarily wait for her pussy, he'll dump his seed in her mouth, her rectum, even outside on her. That's what has happened to me when I've been the only woman with more than one guy.