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    Our first MFM was our first Lifestyle experience. We were only dating and still in our 20s. We started going to nude beaches together, and we visited one while on vacation on Sanibel Island, Florida (that nude beach was not an officially designated nude beach and apparently no longer exists). We set up not far from a single male with a mop of shaggy blond hair, six-pack abs and bulgy shoulders and biceps. After a short while we engaged him in conversation. He was local and we were tourists so mostly we picked his brain about local spots to eat and drink etc. Soon after that we stood up to go down to the water and I invited him to come with us. The three of us stood together in the waist-deep surf talking. I sensed my wife (then girlfriend) was attracted to him and I started to formulate an idea that this could possibly lead to our first-ever threesome. Although we were nudists we had never even discussed swinging or threesomes before, I made the bold move to ask him to join us for drinks after the beach. I braced myself for a shocked reaction from my wife but didn't get one. She was actually keen on the idea. Drinks turned to dinner and again I sensed it was time for another bold move. Without any pregame discussion whatsoever I asked if everyone was interested in coming back to our hotel room. He agreed but my wife was stonefaced and silent. As we got up to leave she pulled me aside, put her face right up to mine and asked "Are we really doing this"? My reply was "We don't have to do anything we're not comfortable with". With that the three of us went to our hotel room together. Gory details aside, the night was a success. We enjoyed a long, hot passionate threesome and in the morning I checked in with my wife and she was in great spirits. No weird feelings of regret or jealousy - just a shared feeling of bliss and togetherness. After we returned from vacation we made the decision to visit a swing club together and the rest is history 😀
  2. 1 point
    Seems to me a lot of work for nothing, unless you like the hunt and proselytizing for the lifestyle.
  3. 1 point
    Let her know that she is in control and can make the decisions for both of you in all respects - who, where, when, how often, whether you're there or not, whether and how you participate. Make her comfortable with what it is she decides. Tell her that you will support her whatever she decides, don't criticize, and tell her that you are grateful to be the one taken along on her adventures. Worked for me.
  4. 1 point
    If you can not talk about it with each other in a normal conversation then maybe it is best left as a fantasy! Without good communication the lifestyle just doesn’t work.
  5. 1 point
    People’s fantasy lives can be, and very often are, very different from what they want in their "real" sexual lives. That’s why the advice from members of this board is pretty consistently to have this conversation at the breakfast table over coffee rather than in bed while in a sexual setting. In my own erotic life one particular example of this stands out. A decades-long FWB entertained wild fantasies during sex, some of which she refused to even share with me. But she encouraged me to suggest non-conventional sexual scenarios to her while we were having sex. One I suggested was to have a close male friend of mine join us for an MFM that would include DP and her being spit-roasted. This was something I would have been more than happy to have done, so later, in a non-sexual setting, I brought it up. She was absolutely firm that she did not want to do this. But during subsequent sex sessions she enjoyed playing with that fantasy. (As an addendum, when she was in med school she had a MFF fuck-lick session with a married couple who were close friends of hers. In retrospect she was neutral about the experience, not at all sorry she’d done it, but not eager for a repeat.)
  6. 1 point
    Why is it that the number of different sexual partners is important rather than sexual activity overall? Why is a woman who has infrequent vanilla sex with ten different men over a ten year period considered more experienced, slutty or whatever compared to a woman who marries a guy and over the same ten years has sex with her husband twice a day every day and does every act imaginable?
  7. 1 point
    For us the smells and tastes of sex are powerful, primal and intoxicating!
  8. 1 point
    1. Everything is different with a different partner, some things subtly, others wildly different. 2. My wife and I talk about everything. That's how we got started in swinging, talking about what we liked about our past partners - I had few, she had many. I realized how much she liked the variety, so I let her play,
  9. 1 point
    I just recently posted about my offers, separately to both the husband and wife of a married couple, to be the unicorn for them which ever way they wanted. Apparently they were too inhibited to discuss it with each other, so it went nowhere.
  10. 1 point
    We don’t search for Unicorns because we have found more than a few young ladies who have joined us for fun. We don’t label them as Unicorns, we call them friends.
  11. 1 point
    It was clear to me that Shannon has drawn a hard line between sexual freedom/exploration and marriage. My distinct impression was that she wanted to play with me but was unsure, but definitely didn't want her husband to have fun with me. She said that she wished that Joe was more experienced and had more experiences, but now that he is locked down in marriage that isn't going to happen. It is her view of life and marriage; what is perfectly ok before isn't afterwards. My understanding from what she told me was that she viewed her wild past as ok, but not to be talked about, even with Joe. And she viewed the boys/men she had her fun with as unsuitable for a long term/marriage relationship. Those guys were unworthy sluts. Contradictory and I don't agree with it, but I can sort of see it as the parallel to how men think of those type of women. I made it very clear that I was open to anything that she wanted for her, Joe, or them together (even just us doing the Lezzie thing together in front of Joe) but it was turned down. I didn't think of it until afterwards, but I was willing to be that elusive unicorn, but was left unwanted.
  12. 1 point
    Shannon did show up with Joe. This is a summary of the sexual highlights of the time we spent together since that’s the interest of those on the Swingersboard. There’s plenty of other topics we talked about, but those are more suited for travel, skiing, sailing, culinary, entertainment discussion boards, so I am leaving all of that out as well as the conference topics. Apologies in advance because I wrote this on the plane home, and decided to post it now instead of editing over the weekend. Saturday The hotel is a resort destination in itself, having a fitness center, heated pools, hot tubs, sauna, tennis, golf. Shannon didn’t bring a bathing suit, so we went shopping together. She found one she liked, I had her hand it to me, and while she wandered around the store, I paid for it. She was surprised and grateful; I was making a seductive move. When we were later all in the hotel pool, Shannon said that she had to use the lady’s room and I went with her. As we approached the stalls to go in, I pulled down a shoulder strap on my one-piece bathing suit to expose a breast as I had done for her husband last time. She didn’t avert her eyes, just continued talking. It was a thrill for me. (The reason I usually wear a one-piece bathing suit is because my hip bones will often hold the bottom of a two-piece away from my abdomen and under certain circumstances someone can look down at my pubes. Same problem with most tops, my small tits make it easy to look down at my nipples.) Joe drinks a little, and Shannon drinks a little more. I don’t drink but have learned to sip a little and sometimes make it disappear in other ways. After a while Shannon and I went off alone and spoke of many things. As we talked more and as Shannon got slightly inebriated, more relaxed, I asked about Joe, how they met, how long they had been together. Shannon told me about themselves, which was consistent with what Joe had told me. The topic turned to sex more generally and she said that she was both lucky and unlucky to have married Joe – he is a great husband, good provider, and she looked forward to having children with him. But she missed her wild earlier days starting in high school and continuing up until Joe and a little thereafter. In all, she said that she had numerous boyfriends and encounters, thirty-some different guys. (This is about twice the number of guys that Joe said she told him.) She also said that she had a few threesomes - “both kinds.” She said that she had sometimes slept with a man “just to get him out of my system.” She also told me she did the “girl-girl” thing. Not that she seeks it out but if another girl wanted it or if a guy wanted to watch, it was fun. She laughed and said she had licked way more pussy than Joe. I said cunnilingus is a woman’s art. Shannon said that her best times were after she moved out of an apartment that she shared with her boyfriend at the time and into a house with some other girls. They had a group of friends some of whom would visit, have sex, spend the night. Shannon said she liked to pick and choose among the guys. Sunday After brunch, we got back to the hotel. Shannon went to my room where she had left her bathing suit, while Joe went to their room. Following my lead, she got naked. Shannon is attractive, fit, cute blonde with youth on her side, like 27. The only odd thing is her breasts, they are not large, but slender cylinders and hang down without touching. Her nipples at the end that are as wide as the rest of her breasts. It isn’t noticeable when she’s wearing some support. She saw me looking, said, “I got strange tits,” and asked if I would like “to touch.” I didn’t hesitate and said, “Yes.” I cupped her one nipple at the end with my right hand and put my left hand nearly around her other breast, gently lifting and squeezing. After a minute, she retreated. I then said, “I have a strange cunt.” Shannon said no, that it’s like a flower. I guess you could maybe find a flower like that. To reciprocate, I asked if she wanted to explore. She didn’t say anything, but sort of clinically played with my tits, my abs, and my protruding hip bones. She reached around and grabbed my ass. I tightened my glutes, and she kept feeling and squeezing. I opened my thigh gap more to unfold my labia and expose my clit, and moved her hand down a little, but she didn’t take me up on my silent offer. Sunday evening after the opening conference session, Shannon called me while I was in my room. She asked about a cream that we had talked about and me having a tube of it with me that she could have. She asked if it would be ok if she sent Joe down to get it. “OK, sure.” I had only a robe on when he knocked. I opened the door then opened the robe. He moved his hands over me, we kissed deeply with his one hand on my tits and one in my pussy. After those two minutes (the only time we were alone that weekend) I handed him the cream, told him to leave and fuck Shannon for me. I was left wondering whether Shannon was very trusting of me, naïve, or was playing an interesting game. Monday In the late afternoon, Shannon had a few drinks while I had rum and Coke with no rum. That’s why I always went to get the drinks. She said that Joe has been talking about me a lot, and she thinks that he’s infatuated with me. I apologized if I had done anything wrong, but Shannon said no, it’s ok, it’s livened things up for them and that she has talked about me to him “positively” (implying sexually) as well. She said that Joe hasn’t had nowhere near the same extent of sexual experiences that she has had (just a few long-term girlfriends), and she thinks it is a good way of dealing with it. Shannon gets around to asking about my husband and family. I tell her part of the truth about David and the two children, the ones I bore, and leave out the rest. After what Shannon told me about her past, it was easy for me to tell her what I had told Joe – that I have only had sex with five men in my life, one being my husband. I told her I am sort of like your husband in the numbers game, but added that my husbands and boyfriends had lots of experience before we met so I’ve done just about everything. In my case, I said two men were before I married David but two were after - with hubby’s encouragement and approval. She was astounded. I didn’t disclose anything further. Shannon gently inquired further about the arrangement that I had with hubby. I didn’t dance around the topic and used the word “fuck,” telling her truthfully that I fucked two other guys before I got married and fucked two other men since then, which she could talk to my husband about it if she wanted. I left out the part that I am in a poly relationship, still regularly fucking two of those men in addition to my husband, and having Lesbian sex with two women. Later when the three of us were together, Shannon left the pool to get us more drinks while Joe and I were left at the side watching her walk away. “Nice ass,” I said. His hands were on the ledge and one of mine was too, but the other hand I slid down the front of his bathing suit as I watched Shannon walk toward the bar. He was full, but not hard. I asked him if he might cum. He said, “Maybe,” so I let go and said to save it and started feeling his balls. Individually. I have a testicle fetish and his pleased me. Tuesday Time was running short, so I skipped sessions in the late morning and early afternoon to spend more time with Shannon. She opened up again during lunch after a few drinks. Once again I tried to be seductive and see what the possibilities are by flattering her and Joe. How attractive and wonderful he is, and how attractive she is and lucky to get him. She repeated that finding good marriage material is a tradeoff with other things. She wished that they had some of the experiences that she had with previous men who weren’t marriage material. She wished he was a more experienced and adventurous lover. I took the opportunity and offered to be a safe answer to her wishes. You and Joe can do anything you want with me. Or have me do whatever you want. I would consider it an honor. “Wow, oh wow,” she said. Shannon was flattered but somewhat upset with my offer. While she wished that Joe could be more like her, me, and my husband; in that they had had fun while they were single “But we are married now. I have moved past that.” Quelle horreur! It was interesting when calling my family back home. David asked if I was having fun. Clair taunted me for trying and “getting neither dick nor pussy.” Lora said I should have just done it last trip when I was alone with Joe and could have been at it with him again now. Red said he loves me. Wednesday Joe, Shannon, and I met at the breakfast buffet (with an omelet chef, high class!) before the start of the final, morning session. I was a bit nervous about what Shannon’s demeanor would be (having told her the previous evening that I would be a sexual toy for them and wanted to fuck her husband), but she was extremely nice to me, sat next to me and briefly held my hand. Our flights were around the same time, so I offered them a ride to the airport since they had taken an Uber in while I had a rental car. At the airport as we parted, Shannon kissed me on the cheek while whispering in my ear that she wished she had met me sooner.
  13. 1 point
    The reason it took me a couple of years before I was comfortable with hubby playing was just that - I was afraid that he would like someone better and leave me, and even if he didn't it made me jealous. In reality it increased his appreciation of and love for me and built my confidence. And brought out my Lesbian side.
  14. 1 point
    Let me start off my story with some background. We are a normal suburban family that lives in a nice neighborhood and we have a good piece of property with an in-ground pool and hot tub that is secluded from our neighbors. John (my husband) and I (Mary) are both 47 and we started swinging about 10 years ago and go out on occasion now and then to enjoy the lifestyle. We keep our playing away from our house and our children. We do love to entertain though at our house with our “vanilla” friends during the summer months with a cook out and pool parties. Thus the story begins… The weekend was the normal Saturday night at our house with friends and family over for a day by the pool and a cookout. All very normal, everyone had a great time and as the evening went on, slowly the group started to say their goodbyes and leave the party. Now everyone has a friend or two that do not know when to say “goodnight” and we are no exceptions. Our friends Justine and Brad just love to linger at a party and are always the last to leave. We usually have to drop hints on how late it is or how early we need to get up to get them out the door. We love Brad and Justine, but sometimes they just do not know when to leave. We have been friends for over 15 years and they still do not get the hint, lol. Tonight was no exception. All the guests had left the party and our kids (late teenagers) went out for the night for their own fun. John and I started to clean up and Justine and Brad helped us along the way which is always appreciated. As we finished the cleanup we settled down on our back porch and just enjoyed the night time with a few drinks and casual conversations. As normal with our friends, we talked about work, kids, and life in general. As a few hours passed and we thought the night would come to a close, Justine suggested we take the conversation into the hot tub and just really relax. I looked and John with the look of OMG, they are staying even longer than I expected, and just shrugged. So we agreed to take the conversation into the hot tub. I stated that I do like putting on a wet bathing suit (from the pool party earlier) and that I was going inside to get a dry one. Justine said she felt the same way, but did not have an extra bathing suit. I told her to come with me as I have a ton of suits, but stated it might be a bit tight fitting as she is much larger than me in the breast area. I asked the guys to refresh our drinks and that we join them shortly. I took Justine up to our bedroom and opened up my bathing suit draw. I took out a one piece for myself and another that I knew ran big on me, so I thought it would fit her. Justine noticed that one side of the draw held bikini tops and bottoms. She commented that she never saw me in a bikini - ever, which was true. I told her at pool parties I normally wear a conservative bathing suit, but when it is just me and my husband I always wear a bikini and laughing said or “nothing at all”. She started to laugh and stated that was awesome and she dove into the draw pulling out the bikinis. She noticed I have a lot of super hero ones and asked “what up with these?” Sheepishly laughing, I told her John has a thing for them and it turns him on. She commented “oh really? Let’s have some fun and wear bikini’s for him tonight!? I said, sure, why not, and we went through the outfits. She picked a Wonder Woman on and I took Superwoman. I expected Justine to go into the bathroom to change, but she just started to undress in front of me. I blushed as I was not expecting this and she stated “don’t be a prude and get dressed”. I started to undress, but I could not help but notice how nice her body was and how big and firm her breasts were. She noticed me watching her out of the corner of my eye and I noticed she was checking me out as well. She stated that I had a nice body and as we dressed we looked at each other in the mirror. I commented that John will burst just seeing the two of us in these outfits and her replay was “I hope so” and laughing gave me a swat on the ass and said lets go. We went outside where John and Brad were already in the hot tub with our drinks ready. As we approached we saw that both of their jaws dropped to the ground. Justine stated, “well I guess the boys like what they see” and I said “I guess so, but before we get into the water, let’s make sure they have a good look”. We then strutted around the hot tub doing various poses of sticking out our asses and bending over dancing to the music that was in the background. The boys cheered us on and hoots and applause. As we passed each other, Justine gave me another spank on the ass and I decided enough was enough; I had to shock here, so as we danced I approached her and gave her a full mouth to mouth kiss. I was not sure what her reaction would be, would she push back? As we kissed I was happy the answer was no as she melted into my embrace and kiss. After the brief kiss and the “wows” from Brad and John they begged us to join them into the hot tub. So we climbed in and got our drinks giggling along the way. So we started chatting the boys commented that they loved the show. Justine looked over to John and asked, so who do you prefer, Wonder Woman or Super Woman? John looked at me and saw that I had no objections stated that he loves Super Woman, but really would like to try Wonder Woman. Justine laughed and got up and made her way to John and pushed his head in between her huge breasts and just shook them back and forth. John was in heaven as she laughed and went back to Brad. I then said wait a minute, we put on a nice show, now it’s the boys turn. We all laughed and the boys said there was no way they would put on a show. Justine and I moaned about that is not being fair. At that the guys got up and did a little dance that made them look stupid, we were laughing so hard and I shouted they should do a striptease. At this point they were still in the hot tub in just over waist deep water. Both agreed and did a little dancing and pulled off their bathing suits and in their best strip tease move (which was funny) twirled them out of the water and sat down. Justine and I hollered that was not fair as we did not see anything as they were covered in the water with all the bubbles and froth. Brad said they kept their promise and got naked and that it was our turn to do more of a show. Justine and I locked eyes and nodded to each other and got up in the middle of the hot tub and stated to dance. We started to embrace and kiss and our hands went to each other’s bottom bikini which we undid and brought them up and twirled them around just as the boys did and flung them out of the hot tub. Again because of the foam/bubbles, not much was really exposed. With that little show we sat down and all had a good laugh. Brad and Jjohn kept on complaining that they were nude and that we should be also and we finally agreed and took off our tops. With that, the guys wanted another show and Justine and I once again took center hot tub and started to kiss and our hands wandered over each others body. Justine whispered to me if I was okay with this, and I said as long as she was, I was fine. She then said I think I have a surprise for you. I asked what and got the reply “you will see”. As we continued to kiss/dance we slowly rotated so that we were closer to each other’s spouse. With that Justine pulled back and sat next to John. I took then took a seat next to Brad. Justine asked if the boys liked the show and both stated “hell yeah” and then she asked if it turned them on, which they again replied “hell yeah”. She than stated well let’s just see how much, and she scooted over more to John and I could see that her hand moved under the water to his crotch. Justine commented that John must of have loved the show from what she was feeling. She then asked me, “Mary, did Brad like the show? If he did, you might get your surprise”. So I looked at Brad and my hand moved over his crotch. I felt that he was erect and I very quickly found out what my surprise was. He had a nice long cock, about 7.5 inches (John is a little over 7 and thick) from what I could feel, but that was not the surprise. The surprise was how thick it was. I could not fit my entire hand around his girth. He had to be larger than a Coke can! Out loud I commented “omg that is one thick cock!” It had to be twice as thick as John’s. Mary commented hope you like the surprise and with that, followed up with this quote (I still remember it): “no more pussying around, surfs up”. With that comment, she got up facing Brad and myself and put her hands between her legs, and took John’s cock into her pussy. She started to ride him all the time making eye contact with me and Brad. This took me back a bit her being that aggressive as I sat there for a few minutes stoking Brad’s cock and watching her fuck my husband. Justine brought me back with “hey, you just going to sit there or are you going to do something?” With that I got up and did the exact same thing that to Brad as she did to John. I reached between my legs, got his cock, and slowly lowered myself onto him. As the head started to nudge my pussy, thoughts were going through my mind if it would fit and how painful it might be, but I guess I was really excited as I took in this thick cock with little issue. I just had to go slow, but god did it stretch me wide and fill me up. If felt so wonderful. So here we were, friends for over 15 years and we are now watching each other making full eye contact as we fuck each other husbands. Justine started to talk dirty and kept saying things like “I love fucking your husband” and “omg your husband feels so good”. All I could get out was “omg god, it is so thick!" All the while we held eye contact with each other and the boys did not say a word outside of a few grunts. After riding Brad for about five minutes, I felt him swell even more in my pussy and felt the warmness of his load going off inside of me. My ride was over, as I felt his cock getting soft inside of me. I got off of him and the two of us kissed for a minute and we got our drinks and watched Justine continue to ride John. After about five more minutes of her bouncing back and forth on John she started shaking and yelling “I am cumming” and with that, she did. With her first orgasm I stated that I might have a surprise for her. I told her that John was very long lasting and a big cummer. She said “oh yeah? We will see about that!”, and with that, she started to ride him again and after a while she started to shout over and over “cum for me! cum for me!” which after five or so minutes turned to “I am cumming again!” While this was going on I kept on stroking Brad but was getting nowhere with getting him hard again. After she orgasmed, she slid of John and said she needed a break. We took a few more sips of our drinks and then decided to go into the house to continue the fun. We entered into the house and went into the bedroom. All this time John was sporting his hard-on which made me smile, but I wanted more of Brad’s thick cock. I had Brad lay down on the bed and I got into the 69 position with him, hoping my licking his cock would bring it back to life. As we got into position, Justine said “let me help" and got in between Brad's legs in the doggy position, her ass facing off of the bed. At this time John starting fucking Justine doggy style and I started to lick Brad’s shaft and Justine was licking Brad’s balls. Brad came back to life as we continue oral on him. I tried to fit his cock in my mouth, but it was too big, all I could do was suck, kiss, and lick his shaft while Justine continued to work on his balls and every once in a while come up for a kiss to me as we each took a side of Brad. With Brad hard again, I took the doggy position on the other side of the bed and he slowly eased his cock into me and stretched me wide. At this time Justine was yelling she was cumming again. Once more we locked eyes as we watched each others husband fuck the other woman. I was getting so turned on that after a while I started to cum and yelled it out loud which in turn got Justine to cum again. As I was finishing me orgasm I felt Brad start to trust deeper and harder which I knew meant he was about to go. As he came it set off another orgasm for me. As we finished up, John finally spoke for the first time and stated he was about to cum. Justine quickly pulled away from him and said she wanted to see this to see if I was telling the truth. She quickly engulfed his cock and started to give him a hand job while sucking his cock. John soon started to really pull in his stomach muscles which I knew was a sure sign he was about to explode. With that, I saw Justine’s eyes bulge as John filled her mouth with cum. she gagged and let his cock out all the while he was spraying her with more cum. She had it all over her hair, face and chest. She turned to me and said ”you were not kidding!” With that we all laughed. I took her to the shower and she quickly cleaned up. We got on some clothes and headed to the porch and had another round of drinks and started talking about what we just did and what it meant. We found out that this was their first time swinging, but that they had talked about it and were testing the waters with us. They were not sure how we were going to handle it. They were surprised that we been in the lifestyle so long and that we kept it such a secret. We all had a good time and we knew it would not be the last. I think we finally found that perfect couple!
  15. 1 point
    In my ten-years of swinging, the oldest man I've been intimate with was 69-years old when I was 41. The 69-year old was the husband of a 67-year old woman that we met at a party and wound up going home with them. It was really for my husband who has a great sexual attraction to older woman. Make that an older Asian woman and he goes absolutely nuts. We arrived at their house knowing that it was for sex and they seemed genuinely happy to have us over. I got the feeling that they didn't have much action with younger couples since they did look their age. I didn't tell them that we were here because of my husband's fetish, and let things go as they may. We didn't jump right into bed but to make a long story short, we ended up switching partners and going into different bedrooms. This was the first time I was with a man that needed to take a Viagra but he did and I have to admit that it does work fairly good. He took it moments before we entered the guest bedroom. He wasn't ashamed of taking it and even told me so. He said that it took about a half an hour to kick in which would give him enough time for foreplay. I didn't argue but I did notice that he didn't have an erection when we disrobed. He was very slow and patient and there was nothing wrong with his tongue and I did have an orgasm. He fondled my breasts, kissed my body (but he never kissed me on the lips) and stimulated my clitoris while we waited for the Viagra to kick in. I was able to witness his penis getting stiffer as things progressed but it was still fairly slow and I wasn't used to a man not having an erection when he was with me. He must have suspected that I was getting impatient because he went ahead and gave me oral sex again and brought me to another orgasm. This must have done it for him because when I next check his penis was very erect and ready for action. By this time I was hearing the man's wife moaning in the other room (when we swing in different room, we insist that the doors remain open) and knew my husband was enjoying himself. Once I saw that he was ready, I got onto my back and waiting for him to mount me. He put on a condom, got on top of me and positioned himself. I adjusted myself to his weight before I grabbed hold of him and positioned the tip of his penis on my entrance. His penis was fairly thick (which I like in a man since he is able to stimulate certain areas inside of me) and I was looking forward to having him inside of me. I felt him pushing and I let go and enjoyed the sensation of a stranger's penis entering me. I felt my vagina lips stretching to let him in and I felt a twinge of pleasure as he slowly pushed in deeper and deeper. I was impressed with the Viagra since it was definitely making him hard and he was keeping his erection. He made it all the way inside of me before he started thrusting and I began to feel the pleasure building up inside of me. Unfortunately he wasn't able to last very long in the missionary position before tiring so we changed positions so I could get on top. I positioned myself on top of him and sat down on his still erect penis. From the next room I could hear the mattress squeaking from my husband's thrusting into this man's wife. I slid down until he was all the way inside of me and then I started moving up and down. I hate to say it but I had to close my eyes and fantasize a bit since this mature gentleman just wasn't doing it for me. But it worked and I was able to maneuver his penis to strike and rub in the right places and I soon felt my orgasm building up. When I came it felt wonderful as always and I rested on top of him for a few moments. I then asked him to come inside of me (men love to hear that) and asked him which position he wanted to use. He got me into the spooning position and went at it with all his might. After about ten-minutes I realized that he was having problems ejaculating but didn't know what to do. I decided to lay there and let him work things out. He was really concentrating and I felt him thrusting with all of his might. It was quiet next door and I guessed that my husband and the man's wife were through. I waited as he continued to move inside of me and then I heard him say that it was coming and I waited for the feel of his pulsating penis as it released its sperm, but I didn't feel it. Instead I heard him grunting and give me two quick thrusts before stopping. He quickly got up and started rubbing his leg. He said that he had a cramp in his leg that needed stretching to stop the pain. I laid there still naked watching him and his rapidly shrinking penis. I was curious if he had actually had an orgasm so I reached out and took off his condom and saw that indeed there was a small amount of sperm inside. After he recovered we got dressed and met my husband and the wife downstairs. We chatted for a few minutes and then left. I asked my husband how things went and he told me the sex was great and the wife seemed very satisfied. I told him about the husband and we both had a laugh. When we stopped at a stop light he reached over and kissed me and told me thanks for taking one for the team. The things I do for my husband! Natalie
  16. 1 point
    Actually, it was my wife that asked me that question. My response was, "well...." and I had to think about it and start counting on my fingers. I didn't ask her because it didn't matter to me. Still doesn't. S
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    One of the keys to the success of our poly family is that the women run everything, but the men think that they do.
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