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Who would have ever imagined that the quiet, shy and
almost invisible girl who shunned attention in high school would be
writing a story about her personal experiences with swinging? I was a very
late bloomer when it came to relationships and sex. I didn't have a real
date until I was out of high school and working full time. My first
experiences with sex were with a girlfriend. We experimented a few times
with kissing and touching. I was the oldest of 3 girls and my mother never
talked to me about sex and I doubt that she ever experienced an orgasm in
her life.
I met my first husband through friends at church. Kevin had a lot of
baggage and hang-ups about sex. We were both virgins when we met and we
stayed that way until a few weeks before our wedding. Sex was not high on
Kevin's agenda and after our wedding it only got worse. Kevin never had
the first clue about intimacy. He was closed up physically and emotionally
and I ended up being seduced by a young man I worked with before our one
year anniversary.
I met David while he was working an internship at my company. David made
me feel attractive and desired. He was the first man who I felt had ever
truly desired me. His flirting left me intoxicated. When I went to bed at
night I was anxious for the next day to arrive so that I could see him and
talk to him. While he always maintained professionalism and although I was
as naive as could be, I understood that his interest in me went beyond
friendship and flirting. Just the way he looked at me made my heart beat
faster and made me think about being taken by him and surrendering myself
completely to him as I had never done before. I began to fantasize about
him and masturbate daily. The summer progressed rapidly and I knew that he
would be going back to college and I might never see him again. I wanted
him to make a move. I wanted him to ask me out. I started taking my
wedding rings off when I got to work and I started dressing more
provocatively. Kevin hinted that he would like to get to know me better,
but that his financial situation prevented him from asking me out.
I suggested that we meet in a nearby park for a picnic lunch and he
accepted without hesitation. It was the beginning of a whirlwind affair
that lasted for almost a month. While some people may have felt guilty
about cheating on their spouse, all I felt at the moment I surrendered to
David was that I had been totally missing out on being a woman. Driving
home the evening we had sex the first time, I knew that my marriage was
over. I knew that I had no future with David, but I knew that I wasn't
prepared to settle for what I had at home either. I am enough of a realist
to know that I wasn't going to be able to make Kevin into the man that I
needed him to be. I was thankful that the marriage was over before we had
kids. I was not going to live the type of dull and boring marriage that I
had watched my parents live for over 20 years.
Any reservations I had about ending my marriage went out the window when
Kevin made no effort to fight for me or make any changes. He just moped
around and whined a lot.
The next chapter of my life is what I like to affectionately refer to as
my slut period. I begin to spend time with some of the wilder girls from
the office and less time with the frumpy boring women from my church. We
went out almost every Wednesday and Friday night. I promised myself that I
wasn't going to get serious with the first guy who came along. None of the
men I met over the next couple of years had any intention of getting
"serious". My girlfriends and I passed around guys like the women from my
church traded recipes. I'm sure the guys would claim that they were the
ones who were passing us around. Either way, I lost track of the one night
stands. One memorable weekend, I slept with one guy on Friday night, had
an afternoon "date" with a different guy on Saturday, and then an evening
"date" with a different guy Saturday night. I bedded three different guys
within a 24 hour period, and a different one the following weekend.
Looking back I am not proud of this chapter of my life, but it is part of
who I am. There were more positives that came from this than negatives. I
am totally comfortable with my sexuality, and I am an extremely confident
person. I am not likely to fall for the first mope who tosses me a line,
and I am surely not likely to settle for a man who doesn't know how to
please his partner.
Fast forward 5 years. I am remarried to an older guy who has three kids
from a prior marriage. We have one daughter together. She just turned 3.
Paul is a painting contractor and he is the perfect combination of rugged
testosterone charged macho man, and yet sensitive, romantic, and
passionate. I met Paul while on vacation with my girlfriend Kate in
Cancun. Paul swept me off my feet the night I met him and we fell in love
the first time we kissed. We kept in touch when I got back home, but he
lived in Charlotte NC and I lived in Columbus OH. We soon realized that we
were miserable apart, so I quit my job and moved to Charlotte in the fall
of 2000 and moved in with Paul.
We mutually agreed from the start that we would have no secrets between
us. We poured our souls out to each other and realized how alike we were.
How similar our lives had been. How equally depraved we are with our
sexuality, both in our prior experiences and with our fantasies and
desires.
I told Paul about how I behaved after my divorce. He was also very
promiscuous before he met me. We had both reached a point where that
lifestyle had left us feeling empty and lonely most of the time. We both
also agreed that sex with a practical stranger has a high level of
excitement to it. We refer to it as scratching an itch. When I moved in
with Paul we agreed that we would not see other people. We had and still
have an amazing sex life. As time went on though Paul and me both talked
openly about the "itch". We both understood that a desire to sleep with
other people didn't mean we were unhappy or unsatisfied with what we had.
We began to talk openly about how we could satisfy the itch without
hurting the relationship. By this time we had gotten married.
After I got pregnant, things changed for awhile. While sex remained a big
part of our relationship, the idea of being with a stranger was
suppressed. After my daughter was born, I was too overwhelmed to even
consider such a thing. Paul and I didn't even discuss the "itch" for over
two years.
Last summer, Paul got a webcam and started chatting on MSN a lot. I gave
him his space and I knew that he was talking about sex, because he would
come to bed with a throbbing hard-on and fuck me like an animal. Very soon
after he got the webcam, he asked me to join him in the den and meet a
couple he was chatting with. The couple lived near Raleigh. We put on a
show for them and they put on one for us. Later Paul showed me their
personal ad on an adult dating site. He didn't have to tell me what he was
thinking, I was already there. My expectation of swinger was that they
were sleazy low class people. That was not the case. Most of the ads we
came across seemed to be people that were normal folks like us. I told
Paul that if he wanted to meet the couple from Raleigh that I would do it.
Within a couple of days we planned to go to Raleigh and stay overnight on
the weekend. Paul's mom agreed to watch our daughter. We stayed at the
Radisson in Durham and met our new friends for dinner at the Macaroni
Grill.
The couple was very experienced with swinging and they knew that we
weren't. I explained to the female (I have forgotten her name) that I had
only experimented with bisexuality in high school. She turned out to be a
very patient teacher. When we all retired to our hotel room at the
Radisson, she took control and undressed me and ate me out in the middle
of the bed while the guys watched. Making love to another woman was
something that I had often fantasized about. I was a little nervous but it
seemed very natural. We kissed each other while our hands explored each
other's breast. She slid her hand down to my moist pubic mound. I was so
wet that I could smell my own musky juices. By the time she slid her
fingers inside of me, I was having an out of body experience. Even though
I was naked, the room seemed like a sauna.
She moved her head down between my legs. I was begging her to suck my
clit. My eyes were closed and my hands were running through her long
blonde hair. I felt someone moving around my head. When I opened my eyes,
I saw that her husband had taken a position standing by the side of the
bed with his swollen cock headed toward my waiting mouth like a cruise
missile. Paul was homing in on what's-her-name. As I took the husband's
cock deeply into my mouth, Paul was sliding his throbbing cock inside the
other woman.
By the time that our new friends left, it was almost midnight. Paul and I
were so exhausted that we slept past 10:00 the next morning.
Since that first experience with swinging Paul and I have developed a
routine. There are a lot of personal ads for couples who are looking for a
female to join them on the Adult site we go to. About once a month I will
make contact with a couple and agree to meet them. Once we meet face to
face and we hit it off, I explain to them that I will submit to them in
every way they want. I will help them fulfill their fantasies, but that
the female of their team must agree to return the favor with Paul and me
at a later date.
Recently I gave Paul my approval to meet one on one with a female that we
had had a threesome with. Our relationship has never been better. Our itch
is getting scratched regularly. Paul encourages me to tell him all of my
fantasies. I don't hold anything back. One of my fantasies is to be taken
by a group of guys. By a group I mean 5 or more, but usually when I have
this fantasy I am in a room naked laying on a bed with so many guys lined
up to take a turn fucking me that I can't even count them all. Paul and I
have talked about going way out of town and trying to make this fantasy
come true. Paul's sister lives in a suburb near Philadelphia. I think this
summer we are going to go visit her and actually live this fantasy out. |
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