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Some differing opinions to be sure. LoveCouple2; I think Davidia is correct, as well as others noting that swinging isn't for everyone. That said; I would have been given the same advice 30 years ago had I thought about getting into swinging. I was a very jealous type when I was younger. It was bad enough that it bothered me greatly that my girlfriend seeing a male gynecologist was a real problem for me. Maybe it was insecurity, I don't know. Maybe it was immaturity, I don't know. I know one thing that helped to contribute to learning to not be jealous; having a cheating girlfriend whom said she wasn't, I knew she was, and I kept looking for (and finding) evidence of it. I eventually realized internally that jealousy feeds itself, makes itself worse. Fast forward to today; I thoroughly enjoy my wife having sex with other men. I never thought I'd really enjoy it, but I do. I can't explain why. I just get a big thrill out of it. It might be because of jealous tendencies from way back when underlying it. But, I don't feel jealous now. If...IF...you are going to try this, I strongly recommend taking little itty bitty steps. Meet up with a guy who is willing to be patient with the two of you. Start really, really slow. Maybe some flirtatious talk, maybe a should massage for her from him while you are right there, maybe having him sit with her in a booth while you're on the other side of the table. Just tiny little steps, and then re-evaluate. Your inner voice may be telling you to run, and it's not bad advice, but these little steps might help you get accustomed to the idea of her being the focus of attention of another man. Somewhere down the road, it is possible another man might do something better than you. I noted with my wife that the sounds she makes when another man is inside of her are different somehow with each guy. For some, that could cause insecurity. It's possible another guy is more well endowed, richer, better looking, more intelligent, ...whatever. Just remember, your wife is coming home with you. She's not trying to replace you.

I am fine. Not bad feelings. I love my husband. I post this know Michael will read as we share everything and we don’t hide posts or feelings. No negativity only an adventure. Here goes. Friends that are swingers introduced us to new friends who were friends of their friends. Most new people we meet are normally found this way. I could see the attraction first physically and they were both similar to us 10 years ago. Swing experienced with couples and parties they never had a threesome alone. They said they only played with women in a group setting and never found a single woman. I’m not 100% sure why they needed to experience this at this time, the conversation continued. At some point Mike joked that I could help. The talk became more serious in a fun way. I was not pushed. I was not forced. There are others in our group who I would say are more attractive in my eyes. I did relent and became a Unicorn for a day. Who would think I could be a unicorn at this point in my life. Mike wants to find us a Unicorn now.

New things with new people is the what most of us are looking for when we expand our sex lives. I have been with passive women and aggressive women that have been enjoyable meetings. There was one partner who liked to be dominated while being blindfolded. That same woman asked if I wanted to be slowly pleased by her making for a memorable evening. From reading your account I wonder how many men would pay to have two women treat them like you were treated. Guessing you had a number of happy endings.

I will try to explain who I am and how we frequently play. I rarely play a passive role in meeting men or swinging with others. Michael loves that I am aggressive when meeting new men and I enjoy taking control of situations. Surely I enjoy being sexually satisfied it’s just that the sex act of fucking is not the only satisfying aspect of sex. He knows what I enjoy and he enjoys letting me enjoy and regardless of what I do with a man he is always there to continue and finish my satisfaction. My aggression when meeting a stranger which 99% males is getting quickly to the main point, getting to see what he has. My main focus is orally pleasing and less being pleased. Most men are very willing to let me enjoy and will take a lay back and enjoy approach. If a man wants to fuck I look at it as how I failed to please him. With this couple I became completely passive by their request. I have since compared it to a day at a spa, being pampered having my needs attended to. They undressed me and led me to a soaking tub to relax before sponge bathing me. I was touched in sexual ways and tried to give back and was stopped from doing it. Afterwards I was given a four hand massage, very relaxing and sensual. As much as I wanted to participate they insisted I just receive. They had toys and used many methods to bring me to many points of excitement and relaxation. What they did was the opposite of most of my swinging history has shown me. You asked how did it make me feel, it at first made me uncomfortable which then turned into something great.

That is a great point. We have met women with partners who look for different things. Most women looking for a first bisexual play are not sure what they want or how they will respond. I have found most need to be guided or eased into a safe play style. Most will kiss and touch above the waist freely and then freeze with below touching. Many are at first submissive and slow to go forward.

You should run, not walk away from swinging! I’ve said this several times, if you can’t honestly look yourself in the mirror and see yourself saying to your wife “ Watching that man fucking you with his cock and knowing how much you were enjoying it was the biggest turn on ever!” Then your just not swinging material. YOU CANNOT UNDO WHAT YOU SEE! if it doesn’t turn you on….run

These types of arrangements can be very fun and rewarding, we've been there. With that said, make sure it's someone you trust to follow through on the reciprocation. When we were first exploring the idea, we ran across stories about many variations on this problem.

Maybe you can ask if they will reciprocate and join you and your husband for a 3some. We had one of our new lady friends join us for some fun. It was both fun and challenging for me to share my attention and erection with both ladies.

Before I go on, we did it and survived. Feelings are something that we have even if we surprises them. I had the fear and the jealousy of my wife wanting to have sex with her friends or our friends. I wondered what her friend was feeding her that made her want to have sex with them. I felt she wanted more because she wasn’t getting what she wanted from me. Some feelings won’t go away if you don’t allow them to leave. What you need to do is keep emotions in check, keep love separated from sex and others have stated, you weren’t the first most likely. Either you deny your wife the fantasy she seeks or you live with the what if. Many on here had the same fears and many have pushed their spouses to try. Some men enjoy seeing their wives acting out and enjoying, some just go along.

It says Ladies Only, so it's me, Daniela, back. My first female/female experience was early on, when I first started exploring sex with boys and girls. Am I allowed to say how old I was? The girls in my circle of friends started messing around with boys, so we would talk about what we did among us, and some of us wanted to "practice" with other girls. It was a way of doing the bi thing without admitting we had some lesbian tendencies. All of us girls masturbated, but among us who played girl on girl, most of us, including me, had our first other person orgasm by another girl. We were more patient, gentler, and no risk of pregnancy than with a guy. I actually preferred kissing girls and loved licking pussy, I had kissed girls before, but my first real time was with a friend whose parents weren't home. We were talking about boys, then stated to practice or kissing, then I made an lame excuse to go down on her. She came, then returned the favor. Turns out, I was good at it and never turned the other girls down. I thought I might be a lesbian, but still was attracted to boys and once I got dick I couldn't give that up either.

Petra here. Jealousy has always been my enemy and my friend. I met the man who is my husband David while still romantically and sexually involved with my ex-fiancé. David said that he was fine with it continuing, being monogamous, having threesomes, got married. It took me two years before I reciprocated by setting him up with my female friends and acquaintances, which was surprisingly easy. It was a control thing for me; if David was going to fuck other women, it would be my choosing. This is the long way around to answering the question. Until hubby started fucking other women, I was 100% straight, couldn't imagine myself playing with another pussy or even tits. But after he came home from having the sex that I had arranged (or after I came home if they screwed in our bed), I wanted not only him, but wanted to find every trace of her on him. And the biggest one was smelling and tasting her on his dick. Suddenly my jealousy made me want to see them together, see how they performed - actually, I wanted to see her and how she performed. As easy as it was to set up women to fuck my husband (BTW, he never protested) (women prefer fucking a married man (David is very attractive) , any hesitancy goes away when the wife is ok with it), few would let me be there and watch. When I asked Clair to let me be there the second time she and hubby had sex, she said, Sure, great. It made me mind-numbingly jealous as I watched them. But instead of wanting to smell her on him and suck his dick, I wanted to reclaim his cum out of her cunt. I wanted to know what was so good about her. Clair had previously mentioned to me that she was bi, so it gave me the courage to ask if I could get closer to her. She hugged me, I went down on her to reclaim the semen that belong to me and felt her breasts. I must have been a natural since I made her orgasm pretty good.

Katrina, here. I took to it like a 'duck to water' Now, the woman was very experienced and sensual. Once she kissed me, while standing in front of each other, I was hers. We were making out, as she undressed me. She got out of her clothes, sill kissing me, and before I knew it I was on my knees licking pussy as if I had done it all my life. These days, I'm quite the master at unzipping a woman's dress and getting her out of it

Doesn't sound real it sounds like it was wishful thoughts from you head. I agree BS story!

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...

Part of the excitement is having a new partner undress me and me undressing that new partner. Most people we meet are not sure what to do so I guide the action taking away the anxiousness that is always there. A woman who has never been touched by another woman is a nervous woman who needs to be treated gently and unfortunately many times the husband is acting over eagerly to get to the act. I never get over the thrill of being undressed by a new partner and not so much as being offered by my husband to another man. I love my husband dearly but I am me and he shouldn’t be offering me as if I was something he owns.

Hey all! Just found this site and wanted to offer a suggestion.... If the dogging fantasy is really something you are trying to accomplish, you can “create it” with a pre-arranged friend or partner. You still need a really secluded area (preferably a private area, not public, but if you know it’s very isolated then either will work), and arrange to have someone you know and trust there to “watch” or be caught by you and your partner. Even better if only one of you know this trusted third, like if he or she is still a stranger to your wife. It ups the excitement a little. Nothing is as exciting as a true, random, stranger encounter...but like others have said you give up that safety. For us, safety isn’t something we want to give up so we have to settle for pre-arranged.

This is a great fantasy but would have the same concerns over safety. The obvious were mentioned, but there is still the STD factor. Someone mentioned a hotel but that takes a little bit of the risky thrill away. We have been to adult theater/arcade seeking to fulfill similar fantasies. But when we arrived, found that the reality of the filthy environment and sketchy crowd brought us back to reality.

We went to dinner with a couple we met at a swingers club and we switched partners and the men fingered us at the booth. Neither of us women wore panties so it was easy access and a big turn on to have another guy finger me in public.