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3 pointsHello and Happy New Year! I have an update: Right before the holidays, my wife (Suzy) and I got the nerve and decided to go to Twist, our (somewhat) local sex club. We're both still buzzing from it, although I still can't believe we got the nerve to do it. Because it feels like such an accomplishment that I can't tell my friends about, I kinda feel like writing about it. For those who don't care to read the details, skip to the end for a heartfelt thank you for your support and suggestions. So...the night started with dinner in San Francisco at Bar Crenn. Very much of a splurge, but HIGHLY recommended if you're a foodie and come visit SF. We both dressed to the nines, Suzy in a tight red dress, stockings and heels. Nothing too revealing except for a stylish cut that exposed her midriff. She has a well proportioned body and was getting plenty of head turns, which was a great start to the night! After dinner we still had time before things got rolling, but anticipation got the best of us, and we showed up to Twist a little after 10:30. Barely anyone there, but we kept busy by dancing- with ourselves and with the few couples that were sprinkled about. Within an hour or so the place was filling up and we had a great time sexy dancing for a bit longer until we worked up the nerve to enter the play area. Even though we were early, we didn't get much of a tour or have the rules explained to us, but we figured out to get a locker and get undressed. I wore a towel, and Suzy stayed in the lingerie she had under her dress - black panties/stockings and garter and a sexy matching bra. Within minutes of walking out, we were propositioned by a nice couple. We were still very nervous and we politely declined, explaining we were still getting our footing. Soon after another proposition, but we still weren't ready. The club was pretty full at this point, and the crowd was truly a mix of all types of people. We're in our mid 50s, but we try to stay in shape and tbh we could probably pass for 40s, Suzy even younger. I'd have to say that my one knock on the evening was that while we eventually found people we were attracted to, it was difficult at first to see the forest through the trees. Alot of people who either did not take care of their bodies, or grooming was not high on their list. This is not a judgement against anyone or any body type, it's simply that we did not find people that were attractive to us at first. So we began to feel a bit overwhelmed (we had also microdosed mushrooms earlier in the night) We wondered around watching a few couples, but things were not going the way we imagined. We took a seat on an oversized couch - me first, and Suzy sitting in front of me, somewhat in my lap so that I could rub her shoulders, which I did for a good ten minutes or so. I swear I was seconds away from saying "Let's go home" when a couple walked by and stopped in front of us. For reasons we both can't explain, right at that moment Suzy smiled and spread her legs, reaching down to slide her panties to the side. The man glanced at his wife, and before I knew it he was on his knees, peeling off Suzy's panties and going down on her, while she cuddled up on the. couch, caressing Suzy's breasts and whispering some hot sexy talk. And then she looked at me and asked "Can my husband fuck your wife?" Holy SH** was that amazing! He fucked her while she was still on the couch, me behind. Every thrust sandwiching Suzy and pushing her back onto me. I can't even describe the joy I felt at that moment. The freedom. What a rush. We spent some time with that couple, exploring different combinations, and moved on to a few more. The sensual look in Suzy's eyes, the passion. I could see her self confidence growing with every touch and every orgasm. I have to say that for a 55yo guy, I did pretty well. We played for a solid couple hours and I stayed in the game the entire time - including 3 big orgasms and 1 teeny-tiny one letting me know the night was winding down for me. We went back home in the wee hours, the short drive feeling like it took hours because we were so anxious to get into bed and fuck our brains out. Which we did until it was light out, slept half the day and then fucked again (which is a whole other story!) Since that night there has been a bounce in our relationship. A buzz. A smile. We are having so much fun and I love just being able to look at her and smile wickedly. and have her do the same. Like a secret between us that no one knows, and gives us a thrill to just think about. Our sex life is off the hook. Practically every night. That being said, and even though she went out and bought a cute pineapple dress and ordered an anklet from Etsy (are those really a thing? Or is that urban legend) swinging is not something we are going to do on a regular basis. It was an amazing experience and no regrets whatsoever. I think what is more our speed is to meet a nice couple or two who are in the lifestyle, get to know them and become friends, and trust them enough to share our bedroom from time to time. We're also interested in "going bareback" so picking up random strangers is not practical. We still have some questions about clubs and the lifestyle, but perhaps for another post. Anyway, we both would like to thank all of you who have offered support and advice. You absolutely changed our lives. If you are in San Francisco (actually we live in Oakland), or near the NJ shore, please drop us a line and say hi. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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1 pointStarting late; THANKS for the update! I'm soooo thrilled to hear it went so well for you and your wife! Fantastic times! Yes, it definitely uncorks the sex drive and gets us screwing like bunnies This is a very common, and very wonderful outcome! My wife and I too wanted to have closer friendships rather than single time hookups. We haven't been to a swing club in over ten years. It's gone well for us. I can go well for you too!
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1 pointHilarious follow up. Thank you. Did you ever get to see what your wife admired?
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1 pointWhy BBC? How about AWC ? Average White Cock! This sounds so wrong. Why is race part of it? Now I notice the OP was a one and done. He came and is done, Literally
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1 pointThey do sell razors specifically for it, but honestly some warm soapy water and a Bic razor should do the trick. My experience is that the ladies appreciate it and show their appreciation 😋
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1 pointGreatly agreed! Goodness for the gander grants grace for the goose, giving both gallant gestures grounds for gratitude.
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1 pointThe last week of August, Shannon texted David and me saying that she and Joe are visiting relatives in a nearby town and asking if we were going to be at home and free over the Labor Day weekend. Lunch, dinner maybe. I was taken aback and hesitant. David replied, “Sure, we’re free, that’ll be great.” After more back-and-forth David and I found that they would be arriving late on Friday and have a rental car, so they wanted to get together first thing Saturday. Meanwhile, I kept texting Shannon separately and had a few calls with her. In among all the social talk, we got talking about sex. Eventually, I adjusted my approach from what I proposed before, me fucking Joe or us having a threesome. Rather than asking Shannon if she wanted to make out with me, I instead asked if she would do me a favor and touch me again. I asked not if she would mind, but if Joe would object. She surprised me by saying with some enthusiasm that Joe would like her and me to do that. She quickly clarified that he would like to see us do that. OK, the question is how far would Shannon go with me? I was happy to get that far and left it open from there. Saturday Long story short, David and I met Shannon and Joe at their hotel Saturday morning and visited a few places in town around their hotel. We eventually went to their hotel for lunch, then they invited us back to their room to browse some things on the internet and talk about our plans for later. David surprisingly and suddenly looked at his phone and said that he had to go into the office to take care of things. Something he rarely had to do, at least never in the office on a weekend. But I didn’t question it. He apologized and asked if it was ok if he came back in a few hours to the hotel. OK. He said that he would call when he was leaving the office. Later I found out that it was a set up between him and Shannon. Long foreplay story short, Shannon ended up naked on her back, I was in just my t-shirt braless on all fours licking her pussy, sending her into orbit and Joe was playing with himself. While she was in an out-of-her-mind state, I asked Shannon if Joe could put it in me. She squeaked “Yes,” and I ordered him to get over here. Now I was feeling the dick I had anticipated for so long. He came pretty quickly, but I was just as quick. His ejaculation was fantastic for me. Shannon snapped out of her ecstasy when Joe and I simultaneously started our cris d'amour. Afterwards Shannon wasn’t shy about going down on my sloppy pussy to give me another O. I was also happy that both Joe and Shannon found me to their liking. After our two hours or so of fun, I had Shannon call David and asked him when he was coming back to the hotel. I thought I was being clever having Shannon call him. But David is more clever (cleverer?) and more thoughtful; he had managed to get the hotel to reserve us an adjoining room next to Joe and Shannon’s shortly after they made their reservation - just in case things moved in a direction where we needed it. He checked in on the way back and David and I went next door into our room to shower before going out again. It was a tense late afternoon and light dinner. Not that anything was wrong, but it was a sexually charged atmosphere. David quietly but clearly sent me the message that knew exactly what had happened, had expected it. He also left the door between the rooms ajar as a signal that there was an intimacy between us couples, and negative proof that he wasn’t doing anything with me, the potential was being saved for later. It was clear to me that Shannon was interested in David. And no one had to tell David that. As we left the hotel and began to walk down the block David took Shannon’s hand. I grabbed Joe’s hand. Shannon had previously told me at one point during our text and email exchanges that Joe, knowing only a small part of her past but knowing that it is still much greater than his, likes saying that she was a slut when they’re in foreplay and having sex. He stresses it and says it repeatedly and asks her for stories about her past. It disturbed her at first but it she says it’s all ok, it makes him closer and more loving than ever, even after the sex is over. When we got back to the hotel we went to our rooms and had sex. Pretty wild, but nothing that hasn’t been discussed here before. David and I expected that we would separate into the two rooms, but Joe insisted on us all staying in their room because it had two queen beds instead of one king. He wanted to see his wife having sex with another man, something he said that he had never seen before and expected only to ever see in his fantasies about Shannon’s past. But here David was, with all his pent-up energy, doing a good job on Shannon. David is much more in tune with what was going on in Joe’s mind and how to play it. He knew that what Joe thought wasn’t that Shannon is a slut, it’s that she was a slut and he is the one who was so good for her that she gave up whoring around for him. He prides himself on having an oversexed woman who he has tamed and married. Her past is a point of pride for him. She previously told me that she fucked a lot of different guys and did all these different things (MFM and FFM threesomes, anal, couples swaps) before and yet she is satisfied, happy with Joe. For Joe, it is part of her great personality, but he is so proud that she gave it up for him. David flattered him by saying that he wished that I could have been as sexually adventuresome as Shannon was, that I had only fucked one other guy when we met. David told Joe that Joe married the town slut, but now she is his. Joe really liked that. I suppose that this shouldn’t be so surprising, there are people here, mostly guys, who say that they don’t mind that their wife sluts around (with a boyfriend, at the club, at a party) because, especially because, she is going home with him tonight. The husband getting the final conquest, and all is well. In a moment of calm, nonsexual honesty I asked Joe if he was ok, if it disturbed him knowing and seeing Shannon having sex with David (or me). He seemed good, more than good – pleased, with Shannon’s past but only because it was in the past. He confirmed that talking about her past in the abstract was exciting, something he loved about her, but seeing the reality of her having sex with another guy was painful. “But that seems to be the price of admission,” he said. I was left wondering but didn’t push him on it. “It’s wonderful afterwards though,” he said. Shannon confessed that they weren’t in town to visit relatives. They contacted us and specifically came to visit our place in the world to see if we said we wanted to meet up. They had reserved the entire weekend for time with us, whatever it may be, and had a flight home on Monday afternoon. What led to this trip was Shannon “confronting” Joe about me and asking him if he would fuck if me if she could arrange it. (She already had the signal from me at our last meeting that she could.) What I didn’t know was that she and David were talking behind my back to set this up. Sunday The big day came and we took Joe and Shannon back to our house to meet the rest of our family: Red, Clair, Lora, and our multitude of children. The introductions were very smooth and cordial. The only awkward part for me was when Clair and Lora both said to Joe and Shannon how much I had said about them, but Joe and Shannon were untroubled by me having talked about them. Shannon said I hadn’t said anything about Clair, Lora, Red, or all these kids to her. They were curious about the provenance of the kids and we proudly pointed out the biological parentage of each (Lora said “I’m the mother of the brown ones.”). To say they were amazed with the whole situation would be an understatement. Especially with the huge house, guesthouse and all the children. We told them that none of it (the house, the number of children) is as impressive as it seems if you divide it up among us five adults. David has arranged with Becky and Frank to take our children for the day. We had also arranged for two of the regular young women we use as babysitters to accompany them to help out. It worked out great and we really appreciated it. Needless to say, we all played. The interesting thing for me was that the pairings that seemed to grab hold the most were Joe and Lora, and Shannon and Red. David, my husband, and I played together with Clair and laughed that the couple he had set up for me to have sex with had found other sexual interests. 😊 To Joe, it became not that Shannon just was a slut, but is one, fucking both David and now Red. David and Red now will call Shannon a whore in front of Joe, while the other is fucking her, or both are. Even when Joe is making love to Shannon, his wife. I was worried that this was going too far, but Joe smiled. Both Red and David know how to make him feel good about his wife, portraying her as a sophisticated, super sexually charged woman that he was lucky to get to be his wife. Tamed but not domesticated. After all this, I was afraid what the aftermath might be. But we met at dinner and everyone was happy. It was almost odd that we talked about everything except sex. But it also seemed so natural that it was no problem. One last thing to report: we had breakfast with Shannon and Joe at the hotel Monday (Labor Day) morning for breakfast before they had to go to the airport. Unlike our other get togethers outside the bedroom, this time we did talk about sex and it was mutually decided that David and Shannon would go back to the room for a quick one. Joe and I agreed that it was wonderful sitting here together, him fingering my pussy and reaching for my braless tits, knowing what our spouses were doing. The psychological aspects of what happened excite me as much as the sex, mostly because that’s what I keep thinking about. 1) My husband David went behind my back with another woman(!) to really move along the opportunity for us to play with them. Plus getting the adjoining hotel room and arranging babysitting. 2) Red and Shannon really hit it off, sexually and otherwise, something that I did not expect, they’re so different. Same with Joe and Lora. 3) The fact that Joe has such a fetish about Shannon being called a slut. And that David picked up on the subtle clues early on and had the right instincts on which direction and how far to push it. Joe gets so worked up having Red and David say so and hearing her tell stories about a past that he didn’t know that she had. He went from slut-fear to slut-pride in a very short time. Anyway, overall an amazing weekend.
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1 pointI don't remember - in detail - just what it was that was said between myself and Marilyn that convinced her to swing. I know that I didn't discover the hidden key to the floodgate. But now, as I sit here thinking of her, picturing the passion on her face as she jerks another man's cock, I am flooded with excitement about the next time. But this is a story about our first time. Most people are sexual caterpillars, humping through life, eating off the same leaf, and waiting to be taken as lunch by whatever bird it is that finds us delectable. Some of us evolve. I've had the pleasure of watching Mari become a truly stunning sexual creature - a truly amazing phoenix on fire. I recall the long and sometimes frustrating 'raccoon stage' from the first talk to the first play. I remember waiting like a child for Christmas - eager and smiling, hopeful and naive. And I remember watching Mari emerge. It was a Friday night - our second at a club. I am not sure how many expectations either of us had - we'd promised ourselves not to 'expect.' We arrived early - when the TVs had not yet flipped over to porn movies and still played the Discovery Channel. Pretzel baskets not yet out, Mari and I found a place at the liquor-less bar. Our first time at a club, we went with a couple that we were friends with. They'd monopolized us that night, and we wanted to branch out - to meet new friends - to try new things. Nothing against them, we thought the world of those two, but we were ready to fly solo. So we waited. Unsure of how to talk to anyone - unsure of what to do next. I think we clung to that bar for an hour, Mari in her brown mini and sheer black top, me in a stew of nervousness that I hadn't felt since junior high. Eyes were on Mari - I could feel that. Not at all unexpected with her long legs riding a lucky barstool, gorgeous and generous breasts threatening to pour from her low top, bright green eyes dancing between a perfect smile and brown/red hair that could melt any man. I remember watching people watching us, watching them stare shamelessly at her. The club filled quickly that night - couples made their way to familiar cliques as a flood of single men made helpless attempts to get in on the play. I didn't know what we were looking for, but I was hopeful that we'd find it - so I took Mari by the hand and decided to explore. The barstools were doing nothing but putting our backs to the crowd. I wasn't surprised when a clumsily discreet gaggle of singles followed my Mari like puppies as we slowly made our way from room to room. Eventually, we found ourselves on the 'party floor' with a half dozen single men who tried so very hard to look casual but were obviously hoping that their choice of clothes or hairstyle had been the perfect one - and that Mari would snatch them up before they knew what hit them. Feeling a bit ornery, I leaned back against the wall, my beer in one hand, and whispered to Mari, "I want you to go down on me." I think the request shocked her a bit. "Right. Right now? Right here?" I could tell that she was feeling like a bad girl - she had the look, the walk. I knew she wanted to play - and I could think of no better way than to tease a crowd of men. "Yes," I said, smiling. "Right here and right now." I reached down to unzip myself as she dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock had been hard all day, knowing that tonight we'd be here - chasing the 'unexpected' - and it was obvious that Mari shared my excitement as she took me all the way down with one eager move. Her tongue danced on my shaft as her head bobbed happily. Her expert hands worked on what little cock she couldn't take in, and twelve eyes on six single men ate every movement. I was - for a short time - king of the 'party floor' as the most incredible woman in the club sucked my cock in front of a half dozen. I realized that as incredible as this was - this spotlight on my wife's giftedness - it was just the first step, a cracking of the egg, so to speak - the cocoon was just starting to open. Mari gobbled me with abandon, surprisingly unashamed, wonderfully aware of nothing but her husband's eager erection and approaching release. I sipped my beer and grinned as hungry eyes locked on the back of Mari's head. I could have watched that scene all night long, but it was far too early to 'cash in my chips.' Besides - I got to take this beauty home - so I helped her to her feet as she wiped the corners of her mouth. I think I saw a blush then, but it could have been desire. Either way, it didn't slow her down. I was ready to head downstairs and leave this group to their own devices, but a conversation about something - I don't remember what - kept me in place. Mari was approached by a single guy, and I remember thinking that it would be good for her to flirt. So - I turned my attention to whatever meaningless banter I was sharing - and left Mari to her fun. I don't know how long I talked - but I remember turning to look at Mari and the one guy with balls enough to approach her. And was surprised to see them kissing deeply, his hand enjoying her perfect breast. I processed a momentary jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of a woman as beautiful as Marilyn? What man in his right mind would offer such a perfect woman to the wiles of desperate single men? The kind of man who is so secure in his soulmate's love that he knows that no one will ever touch her heart just by groping her boob. And with that, I was over it. And my wicked smile returned. "Do I need to go get supplies?" I asked as I walked up behind Mari. "Hmmm?" She asked, somewhat dreamily, obviously ready to try her first threesome. "Supplies. Condoms." I said, trying not to kill the moment. "They're downstairs." Mari looked at her new friend, David, who was obviously willing. She smiled and nodded. "Okay," I said. "But here are the rules while I'm gone." I have an alpha male personality when it comes to swinging - provider, protector, top dog. "Just talk. No hands - no kissing - while I'm gone." Then I looked at David. "Break a rule, I break an arm." I think he knew I meant it. His nervous, stuttering, "Sure," gave me the assurance I needed to head downstairs. I didn't remember the walk to the locker room being so long, but the anticipation seemed to stretch the halls and stairways. But soon, I was back with an overly optimistic fist full of condoms and a hard-on that made it hard to walk. David and Marilyn were talking innocently, leaning against the wall - but seeing me was all it took for talk to end. Mari took David's hand and led him to a private room; I pushed the door closed as we entered, waving at the five guys who looked disappointed that we weren't going to put on a show. David wasted little time pulling Mari's breasts free and sucking on her long nipples. His style was rough, but Mari seemed to love the feel of this stranger's tongue and gently nipping teeth. I knelt behind her, pushing her skirt around her hips, and flicked her ass with my tongue. I slipped two fingers in her dripping pussy and felt her body jerk at the anticipated intrusion. Her hips rocked against my fingers and tongue as David pulled off Mari's top and bra, spilling her breasts into his hands and waiting mouth. Mari rubbed David's cock through his slacks, eager to find out just what she'd gotten herself into. Our collective passions blurred the room as hands un-hooked, unzipped, un-buckled, and soon the only clothes left were Mari's black garter and stockings. David had taken to his knees, taking his rough style of play to Mari's tender box as Mari resumed the head we'd started in the common area - her passion making her suck even harder, with more abandon. I thrust into her mouth gently, knowing that in her current state, she couldn't focus enough to keep me from going too deep. I watched her perfect tits roll as her body rocked on David's aggressive tongue. I switched places with David, letting him enjoy Mari's mouth for the first time. Mari gave a perfect, eager head, and I knew David was in for a treat - but I wanted my time with my wife's perfect pussy. Her long lips and deep folds are the perfect play place for big boys, and my tongue traced her outer lips through the gentle maze that leads to her dripping entrance and tingling clit. I slipped my fingers inside of Mari, curling them gently to find that magical-mythical spot that always seems to make a good orgasm a screaming one, and my tongue flicked gently at her oh-so-ready clit. I looked up to see David fucking Mari's mouth - and Mari thrusting back hungrily. I heard her cock-filtered moans as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I quickened my tongue and my inner stroking, and Mari's mouth popped off of David's shaft. Her fist pumped him purposefully, but her eyes and attention were now focused on my face, pressed against her pussy. Her hips bucked with the beginnings of her orgasm, and her moans turned to screams as she came against my tongue. Mari fucked my fingers powerfully, her pussy sucking and pulling them deeper inside, and she threw her head back into the pillow and let out a long "YES!" as a wave overcame her. David knelt beside her, a stunned look on his face. "That was hot." Mari laughed at his grasp of the obvious as she pulled her knees together and her legs up - but we weren't going to let her off that easily. "Be gentle," I said as David went back down, and I brought my throbbing cock to Mari's mouth. I've always loved the way that Mari says thanks for a job well done - and tonight was no exception. David's tongue brought Mari over the edge two more quick times as she sucked my cock. Her body shivered weakly as the first orgasm had taken so much out of her. She moaned around my width but never let me go until her desperation got the best of her. "Fuck me." She said, her voice breathy, "Fuck me, please." I took her first, as David's cock hung in Mari's face, rubbing against her cheek as she thrust her body back against me. I pushed her legs to her chest as I buried my cock deeply into her. Her heat was tremendous, her body on fire as it lived out a fantasy it was so reluctant to even admit. David watched as I took my wife hard, thrusting deeply and angling my body to hit her just right. Mari gritted her teeth as she let out a strained moan, her fourth orgasm coming as a surprise - short but powerful. I pulled out quickly, knowing that there was one other thing that Mari wanted to try before we'd be able to call this a night. I lay against the wall as Mari got to her knees. She sucked hard as David pushed into her for the first time. It was her first 'extra' cock, and she seemed to shake from head to toe. "Is he in?" I asked, wanting her to process the reality of this moment. "Mmmm-Hmmm," she groaned as he pounded her. David fucked my beautiful wife hard from behind, thrusting deeply and quickly, racing towards an orgasm that had such a gorgeous build-up. And he reached that place far too quickly. "Where do you want him to cum?" I asked, stroking Mari's hair. "I want to see it," she said, her tongue flicking the head of my cock. "I want him to cum all over me." David responded to her wishes, pulling out and removing his spent condom. Mari rolled over on her back, pushing her breasts together and urging him to cover them. He had no problem doing so. David's excitement was apparent as jet after jet of his hot load landed on Mari's perfect tits. "Oh, god, yes," she cooed as he came. David let out one last grunt as his body jerked, and one last long stream of cum dripped onto my wife. I kissed Mari - realizing that I had seen her emerge. My perfect butterfly, covered with another man's seed. David collapsed at the end of the bed as Mari and I wrapped our hearts tightly around each other. We basked in the afterglow of an incredible fantasy, unaware that, for us, the night was young. We dressed, David and Mari kissed one last time, and then we left the room for the next adventuresome group. We fully expected to leave soon thereafter. Instead, almost unbelievingly, the stars aligned, and we had another encounter. Mari went to the bar, still sexily disheveled, and started talking to a single woman that we had met earlier, helping her fend off a torrent of attention, gladly taking on some for herself. Knowing she was having fun, I left her alone while I went to the restroom. I normally don't strike up conversations at the urinal, but all rules have exceptions. "I'm not gay," I said to the guy spilling beer one stall over, "but that is a really nice shirt." I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it. Dark blue flames on white silk. Sharp as a switchblade. "Thanks," He said. "My wife bought it. I don't remember where." "Well - it's a great-looking shirt." The conversation eroded as our bathroom purposes came to an end, and we awkwardly took turns with the soap dispenser. He left before my paws were dry, and as I wiped the last of the evidence on my jeans, I walked out to put what I thought would be the final hit on my wife.I was quite wrong. Mr Nice Shirt was in the hallway with a gorgeous blond - tall and thin, with stunning blue eyes and long legs on high heels. "Hey, hon." he said, "where did you get this shirt? This guy likes it." She told me - but hell if I remember. I was captivated by her. Where she bought the shirt went in one ear and out the other, but her, I was drinking in till I reached the bottom of the glass. It was a nice shirt - but she was significantly nicer. I watched her lips as she talked and wondered what they tasted like; I watched her chest when she paused - also wondering what it tasted like. Soon the shirt was forgotten. But - I found out later - they thought I was a single, which wasn't their thing - and they excused themselves. I made my dejected way back to Mari - still with her single friend - still at the center of a crowd. I walked to the center and kissed her hard, because I could, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to go?" She nodded and told me she needed to check her hair before she did. I wasn't the only one who watched her walk to the restroom - perfect hips massaging the inside of her brown suede skirt. I sat at the bar, watching what passed for porn on the satellite feed, and waited...And waited...And realized I wasn't enjoying the porn enough to not be worried about my wife...I wandered through the club, weaving my way between connections being made and broken - singles getting lucky or rejected - women being fondled or ignored... The witching hour had arrived, and folks were grouping off with the hopes that productive conversations weren't about to produce wilted results. And in the bathroom door, Mari had become the target of Mr Cool-Shirt and his incredible wife. They stood in a tight but respectful group, chittering like old friends... I watch Mari laugh at some witty thing and then look up to see me walking her way. "That's my husband," she said, maybe a bit too proudly, and the blond woman whom I'd already memorized turned and smiled - wickedly surprised if that is a workable combination. A three-way conversation in the door of the women's room became a spirited four-way as we realized that - not only was I, not a single guy, we all had much more than that in common; two pairs of soulmates on different planes of experience. Best friends who do everything together - who were about to drift upstairs... They had been to many clubs and had much background in the lifestyle, and as we made our way upstairs, they shared themselves in a way that makes the lifestyle so much more than sex. We drifted from room to room, listening to them talk about their "hobby" and how they survived within it. For a moment, the idea of "playing" with our new friends disappeared as these gorgeous people became so incredibly fascinating. It seemed like every line of conversation revealed more in common, more useful advice, more to like...And then she closed the door... "I like you guys," Kim - this gorgeous blond said, her voice going from friendly to lusty. "Let's play." Mari and I snapped back to reality quickly. We were in a swing club, and we were not going home anytime soon... I didn't need to look at Mari to know that she was okay with this. I'd watched her as she watched Joe's lips move when he talked. I had seen her smile when he touched her shoulder. And I had absolutely nothing to think about as Kim lay on the bed, smiling and lifting her legs to show a shaved and pantiless play area. "What do you say?" She asked, staring at me hypnotically. Nothing... There was nothing I could say. I was hers - but better yet, she was about to be mine. Joe sat on a chair in the corner of the room - thinking, I suppose, that he might watch for a while. But Mari was having none of that, straddling his lap and wrapping her tongue around his. Kim lay on her back, and I ran my hands down her legs, lifting her feet and helping her with the boots that she wasn't going to be needing for a while. Her long thin legs were, on their own, plenty to enjoy - but when the boots were shed, my hands wandered higher as I slid onto the bed with her, kissing her gently at first - enjoying her soft but expert tongue. Her hands made short work of my belt as mine found her small, tight breasts. She seemed eager to catch up with Mari, who had quickly moved to a kneel in front of Joe and was blowing him madly - her head bobbing furiously. I didn't object and let her push me over to my back. My eyes caught Joe's, and he smiled widely, dazed but certainly feeling every stroke of Mari's expert tongue. Mari worked his shaft with one tight fist and had pushed the blue flamed shirt up to his strong chest. She was moaning around him - and he encouraged her. The sounds were nearly as hot as the visual of my beautiful wife gobbling our new friend with such abandon. I could have lost myself watching the two of them, just experiencing the pleasure my wife was giving another man, but I was soon pulled expertly out of the moment as bright blue eyes looked up at me past short blond hair, and a wet tongue flicked between a wicked grin and eagerly tasted the tip of my cock...I looked down at Kim as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, seeming to savor the taste. Her eyes locked on mine, and her smile never failed......until she took me into her mouth, slowly swallowing half of me and then pulling me out just as deliberately. I groaned, body twitching and cock responding to her attentions. "You like that?" she asked, a trail of my excitement still leading to her lips.I just swallowed and grinned - and she correctly took that as a "yes". Her eyes finally left mine as she took me again, this time with abandon. Her tongue danced around my cock as her lips tightly massaged my shaft. Her hands jerked me and my hips rocked slightly, finding her manic rhythm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her expertise, my fingers twisting in her short hair. I could feel her taking me deeper until it seemed the head of my cock was so deep in her that I could almost feel it with the hand that was on the back of her head. Her warmth was complimented by a perfect wetness. She stroked me with one hand as her other hand massaged my balls - coaxing my cum from them - eager for a taste of her good work. I heard a squeal and looked up just in time to see a naked Mari tossed onto the bed beside us. Joe was naked as well - his tall, thin frame sporting a desperate erection. He dropped to the bed between Mari's legs and began to kiss her breasts, one after another, commenting loudly on her large, long nipples. Kim was looking over, obviously admiring them herself. She looked up at me, her lips still around my excitement, her face flushed. I smiled at her and nodded - unable to ask her if she wanted what Mari was about to be getting... Somehow she read me and nodded back - letting me go with a gentle pop - and climbed up on the bed, shedding what little clothing she still had on. I pulled off my shirt and settled between her legs. The wives were now on the bed, lying side by side, with two enthusiastic husbands now heading south hungrily. Kim's pussy was perfectly shaved with small lips and a perfect clit. I licked gently at first, tasting her fully... This was the first pussy I'd tasted since my marriage, and I was going to enjoy it fully. I slipped my hands beneath her ass to lift her slightly, angling her just right... And sunk my tongue deeply into her, tasting her as she tightened around the intrusion. She whimpered slightly and bucked - and I lost myself... My fingers swam in and out of her as my tongue found every unique spot that seemed to make her jerk with electricity. Her eyes were clamped shut as I ate her, and her hands gripped my head harder and more desperately, soon governing my attentions to just her clit as she climbed higher... Closer to the edge of orgasm. I heard Mari scream as she came, thrashing her hips forcefully against Joe's face, forcing him to hang on... Kim heard her, too, and seemed to catch Mari's orgasm just as Mari was coming down... One loud "OHH!" was all she moaned as her body spasmed beneath my feasting tongue. She jerked hard, holding my face tightly to her and riding her orgasm out against my tongue. I held her thighs as she began to land. She slid her hands to my cheeks and pulled herself to me. "My god," was all she said before she kissed me and pulled me back to the bed. Joe was on top of Mari, thrusting his fingers into her roughly, and Kim held me as we watched Mari cum again. Mari's vocal aerobics shook the walls again as she came a second time, right on top of her first one. She seemed to cum for minutes before she finally stopped thrusting her hips against Joe's aggressive hand. "Wow," Kim said, looking at me. "Is she always this loud?" "I'd like to think so," I replied, smiling. "I have no doubt, then." Kim grinned as she kissed me, pushing me to my knees. She crawled in front of me and took me in her mouth again, egging me on to thrust. I did so - watching as Mari laid Joe on the bed and then knelt between his legs again. I grabbed Kim's perfect ass with both hands and pushed forward gently, barely containing my arousal as Mari began to stroke Joe's thick cock.I heard Kim sucking me wetly, accepting my thrusts as Joe moaned with approval as Mari gave him a masterful hand job, puckering her lips around the head of his cock as she stroked him. My head swam for ten minutes, watching my wife and feeling Joe's. I was near the edge when Joe screamed out his arrival. Kim flipped around quickly, eager to watch her husband's pleasure, and slid a hand down to cup his balls just as he erupted. His first shot a foot into the air. Mari moaned, "YESSS!" as he came - excited at the sight of his orgasm. His hips thrust slightly as the rest of his orgasm ran down his cock and over Mari's still-pumping fist. He lay there - satisfied - and Kim turned, grinning, back to me. The only difference is that this time - so did Mari. I had four lustful eyes looking at me hungrily, and I knew that one of my favorite fantasies was going to come true. I was pushed back into the pillow and watched as a blond and brunette devoured my cock - neither of them losing steam. One would suck my balls while the other pistoned on my hot shaft - then they'd switch - dancing their tongues up either side of me as they went... "This is a vision you'll never forget," Joe chattered - coming back to his senses. I quietly agreed with him, watching as they pleasured me - unable to drink it in enough. Just the sight was enough to make me cum... The sensation of two talented tongues, two eager mouths, brought me closer to the edge than I ever thought possible... Joe seemed to agree, now standing at the side of the bed stroking a resurrected erection. But - I was the first to see them kiss...And it was almost too much... Kim and Mari's tongues soon discovered each other and left my cock to pursue each other. I was remarkably okay with that. Kim and Mari's passionate lip lock was more than Joe could handle. "Oh my god," he said to Mari. "I had no idea you were into that." "I wasn't," Mari said truthfully - and then quickly returned to what she swears was one of the best kissers she'd ever known. I joined Joe in the perverse ritual, not caring if they ever touched me again - as long as they didn't stop touching each other. Their hands fondled each other, their tongues twisted together... And the room seemed to heat up by twenty degrees. I'd never thought I'd see my wife so wild for another woman, but there they were, wrapped together, making out like high school kids. The scene proved to be too much, and Joe yelled out Mari's name. Mari moved over beneath him, her tongue out and eager, just as Joe came again. If it is possible, his second orgasm seemed larger than his first, streaming into Mari's open mouth in jet after jet. And that was enough for me... I knelt over Kim and let go of her waiting tongue. She excitedly swallowed what she caught - what she didn't streamed down her cheeks as I jerked out the last of my orgasm and collapsed beside her...I remember Joe leaving and coming back with a glass of pop for all of us to share, but for the life of me, I don't remember much else. We all lay together for a while - talking again like old friends and laughing. The biggest difference this time was being able to watch breasts jiggle with every well-told joke or story. We exchanged e-mails, hugs, and kisses... But I wasn't offered the shirt...When we finally left - the club owner was cleaning up, barely beating the sun, which would be showing itself soon. One of the staff smiled at us and said somewhat meekly, "You guys sounded great." I suppose she's right - a perfect encounter inspires some wonderful loudness. The night was a surprise from the start - we'd done more than we'd ever expected and made friends on top of it. And it was one of those friendships that inspired me to surprise Mari with one last step in her now complete emergence.
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1 pointShannon 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.
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0 pointsIt seems that even University Chancellors who are transparent about what they and their spouse do for fun are vulnerable. See this story for details: https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/28/us/wisconsin-la-crosse-joe-gow-porn.html?unlocked_article_code=1.Jk0.nc-3.BNyGwS9bfgsT&smid=url-share
