in search of an orgasm

Did girlinsearchofanorgasm find an orgasm?

2008-01-01T23:09:00.000-08:00

Craig was one of those few single men who responded to our swinger profile who sounded intelligent, able to spell and write in clear English, 30-ish, actually single (not cheating on a wife or partner) and reasonably attractive. We never contact anyone from a swinger site unless we have seen a recent face pic of them - some crass individuals post only pictures of their erect cocks, which is of little interest to me at the preliminary stage...it’s only later that the cock becomes more important!.
After a number of lengthy phone discussions between Craig and MM - I rely on my manager to vet the potential playmates - we set up a visit.
Craig arrived late afternoon from Brisbane with his overnight bag in his hand, as we had left open the prospect of him staying the night. After dinner and a number of necessary...no let me re-phrase that....essential glasses of wine, we retired to the spa. Note, dear readers, the triple function of the spa: to get naked, cleanse the bodies, and to lubricate the action.
Our initial impressions were accurate: he was a good companion, articulate, easy to talk to, and as he undressed slowly for the spa, I could see he had a good slim spunky body, and now it became more important, an attractive 6 inch cut cock. I was quite attracted to this man. I did not have to force myself to become his sexual partner.
He was also, to MM’s delight, bi-curious. Now that simply means that he was not averse to MM sucking his cock, or vice versa. It makes for a much more comfortable experience, and MM was able to indulge in one of his favourite aspects of the classic MFM threesome.
And so it was that Craig had 2 eager mouths around his cock before we exited the spa.
On the bed, Craig proved to be a resourceful and thoughtful lover. He fucked me in several different positions, with MM slipping in as well when there was a lull, or indeed for a spot of DP. Best of all, Craig had stamina! Just when we thought he had had enough, he would spring to life again, taking me in yet another position. It wasn’t until I gave his cock thorough attention with my mouth late in the evening that he actually came...in my mouth actually...I recall that MM’s attempt to lick and suck his cum-soaked cock were short-lived however, as he was too sensitive after his orgasm for more. MM’s also very partial to ‘cream pie’ but it’s a rare experience given our strict safe sex approach.
That night, Craig slept in our bed. It was the one time we did this, and is not recommended for a good night’s sleep.
We were all a little weary by morning, but after a quick swim in the pool, I put a blue movie on the bedroom TV. The boys finished breakfast, and the blue movie quickly had the desired effect: Craig and MM were both ready for more. Again, Craig’s ability to keep on fucking without much rest astounded both of us.
It was almost certainly because of his stamina that during this morning session, from constant fucking, I started to really feel some pretty wonderful things in my cunt. My clit had swollen and had become very sensitive not only from all of the attention from my 2 boys, but the application of a sensitizing gel that Craig had found at the annual Sexpo.
I could feel Craig’s cock so beautifully, sliding in and out, my legs were quivering, and I was enjoying this man very much. And I was wet, wet, wet. Craig eventually came after a furious finale, in the missionary position, and I was left dazed and dizzy as he collapsed on to me exhausted.
Meanwhile, MM had been observing all of this very closely, and as he explored between our 2 bodies with his fingers, he discovered that my cunt and the inside of my thighs were soaked in juice. It wasn’t Craig’s juice, because he was wearing a condom. I had not screamed and bucked like a female porn star - I was aware that I had been moaning with pleasure during the finale, but the ‘orgasm’ was more an accumulation of feeling and fruition without the obvious noisy intensity of a conventional orgasm. It felt natural and spontaneous.
I believe that this was my first orgasmic ejaculation. At least the only one I was fully aware of. Mmmm....
Craig left later that day. I managed a good night’s sleep (I needed it) and was woken by one of my miraculous kapow! moments, my hands pressing on my wet clitoris as it shuddered with contractions. Mmmmm again.
I rang Craig to thank him for surely 2 orgasmic experiences.
Maybe for me it’s a case of more is more: a man or men with staying power for the big O.

The Real Deal

2007-11-29T13:51:00.000-08:00

An assurance, dear readers, that all of the stories you read on this blog are true, and that the photos are of the actual person or people who fucked me at the time, and usually of the event as well - there is an occasional exception, such as the Nick story recently - this situation, in the dark on a beach track did not allow any candid snaps, but the pic is of the man himself).

MM is a voyeur who loves erotic photography, and his camera (still and HD video) is always on hand when we play. We have some amazing photo albums, with titles such as "JJ and Her Boys", and a slightly briefer one called "JJ and Her Girls".

Truth in journalism. Enjoy....

Almost a Zipless Fuck

2007-11-27T03:16:00.000-08:00

It happened about 2 years ago. A mind-blowing experience that was the classic knee-trembler - but not because I was being fucked against a wall. A true quickie.
Nick was a young (too young - 27yo) bottle shop worker, surfie and trainee fireman. Despite my protests, MM had cajoled me into meeting him one evening, so we ducked into the local bottle shop where he worked for a quick recon. He was certainly young, but he was also tall, good looking, slim (see above) and American! A good combo really.
We had a chat, he seemed to like me, but we left without making any plans to meet.
Next day, the first of a series of text messages arrived, each one getting hotter and more urgent as the days went by. I was still very reluctant, as my rule was, and is, I don’t fuck anyone anyone under 30 years old. Young guys are prone to be unreliable, shoot off at the mouth to their mates, clumsy (or insanely shy), unsophisticated, inexperienced, and just plain.....naive.
The text messages went on and on. We either ignored them or sent back a non-committal reply. About 2 weeks after meeting Nick, one evening (I think I must have been ovulating), he caught me at a weak moment. The first text message read:
“How about we meet at the beach for a quick one...”
Next: “ I want to hold the cheeks of your bum in my hands, spread them apart and lick your arse...”
And again: “Just tell me where you want to meet and I’ll be there...”
And then: “Go on, you know you want to...”
And so on.
After a few more rounds of attempted brush-offs by us, my raging hormones and MM’s urging got the better of me. By the time I relented, I was secretly, as only a woman can be, wet with anticipation. The thought of a quickie at the beach with a young spunk was pretty fucking exciting.
My ‘mature’ side rationalised that it would be a one-off, and we would never see Nick again. A quick exciting fuck, tidy up, and we go on with our evening.
So we rang him, organised a meeting place, made a rather lame excuse to our house guest at the time about delivering some stuff to a friend, and left for the dunes. We parked at a nearby beach-side carpark, and waited. Not long. The moon was filtering soft light through the trees, and assisted by the borrowed light of the streetlights nearby, we could see as Nick got out of his car, that he had only a pair of board shorts on. No shirt, no shoes.. but with a rather large bulge in his boardies. Omigod....
My knees were actually trembling, in fact my whole body was shaking with excitement and expectation of an experience that I had not even known that I might fantasise about!
I had dressed in a soft cotton top (good for tit access), with a short loose skirt, no knickers of course - ready for breeding! MM pulled out our picnic blanket and we headed off along the track to the beach. I couldn’t wait until we actually got to the beach, so I suggested we simply put the rug down on the track. Nick, of course, was very agreeable. He was obviously as horny as hell.
Now I always like to kiss a guy before I fuck him, so I gave Nick a long, slow pash on the lips, tasting the excitement in his mouth. I wanted to stretch it out beyond a 2 minute affair, so I took my time preparing him and getting him more excited with my tongue playing with his mouth. His erection was dancing on my stomach and playing on my mind.
With my back to him, I knelt down on the blanket, and MM raised my skirt, offering me to Nick. There was just enough moonlight for MM to get a good look at the scenario (he’s such a tragic voyeur), but not enough for Nick to actually see my dark star. He started, as he promised he would, by gripping my cheeks, spreading them slowly apart, and flicking his tongue around my arsehole, and with admirable dexterity, levering his pants off at the same time. His cock emerged, already swathed in a condom...obviously a trained boy scout - ‘be prepared’.
By the time he actually managed to get naked, cunt juice was running down the inside of my thighs. I was still trembling, but now I was trembling with the urgency to have him inside me. He entered me in one smooth swift stroke. I could feel his cock so well. It was not very thick, but long, pushing against my cervix as he thrust in and out. Long, slow thrusts. Not bad for a young guy. He fucked me like a dog for several minutes. It was so good to feel his primal need inside me. He fucked me beautifully, sensuously, until he came in a muffled explosion of desire. We stayed motionless, sweaty, for a couple more minutes until he gradually withdrew.
We got dressed (or in my case rearranged my clothes), folded the blanket, and headed back to the carpark.
I gave him a goodbye kiss, and we went home.
Never saw him again. As expected......
No matter, it was an experience I would recommend to any horny woman. Absolutely hot, and I will treasure that experience for the rest of my life.
MM and I still get horny on the memory of that brief interlude. Priceless.

Drinking from the Furry Cup

2007-11-19T14:11:00.000-08:00

When is Good-looking TOO Good-looking?

2007-11-19T14:09:00.000-08:00

MM had been emailing and texting Tom for months. We had put off meeting him a number of times because of our relentless social life, lack of opportunity, and a desire by me to reduce our lifestyle activities a bit. Eventually, a few weeks ago, we met Tom for a drink at a local bar. He was astoundingly good-looking . I mean film star good-looking. He was Hollywood-tall-dark-and-handsome. Tom Cruise looks with height (he is also an ex-helicopter pilot - my own Top Gun?).

Ten years younger than me, but Tom assured me he preferred older women.

Too good looking for me? Yes, but maybe not in the way you think.

Last tuesday night we invited Tom for a conjugal visit. We wined him, dined him, we all stripped off for the spa. Naked, he was magnificent: tall, great body, honed and buffed on a diet of squash, tennis, surfing and water skiing. By the time we submerged in the spa I had gotten over my awe at this dream man, and I was happy to fuck him.

Tom left the spa and frolicked in our pool at one stage, and well after he had returned to the spa, he still hadn’t made a move on me (despite MM’s urging).

Post-spa, it was getting late, we had to work the next day, and Tom was still not showing any signs of getting hot and heavy with me. I had by this stage developed a slight sore throat and headache ( a precursor to 2 days in bed to follow) so my enthusiasm for vigorous sex had diminished somewhat. Tom was dilly-dallying, undecided whether to make a move or not (he also had to work the next day).

Eventually he got dressed and left promising to come back soon to fuck me. I was thinking later, this guy is so handsome that, by his own admission, he never actually has to make the first move on a girl. So perhaps that’s what happened. He was simply waiting for me to make the first move, and I had silently resolved not to do that! Impasse...

He was in unfamiliar territory, having to chase the girl.

Or maybe he really didn’t fancy me after all?

In any event, we await another visit. Or a cancellation. I’m not concerned either way.

But it would be mighty fine to fuck this gorgeous man.

To be continued.....

Me and My Vagina

2007-11-16T18:45:00.001-08:00

This Irish joke will no doubt offend a number of people:

“ When Paddy wakes he gets out of bed, showers, and gets ready for work. he finds his wife in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She takes one look at him and says:
‘Mary mother of God Paddy, you look TERRIBLE!’. Paddy says:
‘But I feel great, I feel wonderful - I don’t understand’
Somewhat disturbed by this reaction, Paddy heads off to work, and when he boards the train, his old mate Sean is sitting down reading his newspaper, looks up, glances at Paddy, makes a face and says:
‘Jaysus Paddy what have yer done to yerself - you look TERRIBLE!’
‘But’, Paddy says, ‘I feel great! I really feel great’
Arriving at his office, his secretary greets him at the door, takes one look at him and says:
‘Oh my dear god Paddy what have you been doing. You look absolutely TERRIBLE! There must be something wrong with you. I’m going to make an appointment for you with your doctor, you can’t go ‘round looking like that!’
Later Paddy is ushered into his doctor’s surgery, the doctor takes one look at him and says:
‘Good Lord Paddy, come here and sit down...you look TERRIBLE!’
Paddy says: ‘I know doc everyone keeps telling me that I look terrible, but I feel GREAT. What on earth d’you think’s wrong with me?’

The doc replies: ‘I don’t know. I’ve never come across this condition before. I’ll have to look it up.’
So he takes an enormous reference book called The Irish Thesaurus of Symptoms and Remedies off the shelf and leafs through it rapidly:
‘Let’s see - ‘feels great, looks terrible’...’feels great, looks terrible’...feels...feels...ah! here we are: ‘feels great, looks terrible’ ........... you’re a VAGINA!’”

As politically incorrect as this joke is, it expresses how I feel about my pussy at times. I know we’re supposed to worship our vaginas as friends but the relationship between me and my cunt has always been ambivalent at best.
It’s not that I don’t get a lot of joy out of my divine fulcrum. I regularly, absent-mindedly, dreamily, fiddle with it - I stroke the lips, twirl the hairs, tickle myself, occasionally rub my clit (just a little, mind) - especially when I am half-dressed or naked. I play with it in bed, in front of the television and the computer, lying in the sun, even at breakfast, to amuse myself, sometimes to amuse MM. I have never been a committed masturbator, and even the most plaintive of pleas from MM doesn’t drive me to this most ancient of pastimes. Self-pleasuring doesn’t come naturally with me because it doesn’t actually lead to much self-pleasure. No orgasm.....

At times during my cycle I become aware of my own sex odour. A musky smell that drifts lazily into my nostrils and invariably makes me aware of how horny I am. It only lasts a couple of days, and MM has to be vigilant to catch those moments, either for his own indulgence, or for the opportunity to introduce another man for my pleasure. It’s a delicate act of timing.
I have never regarded my bearded clam as being pretty or even handsome. All my adult life I had been acutely embarrassed about what I call ‘my flappy bits’. My inside cunt lips protruded grotesquely, menacingly, darkly, crudely, beyond their enclosure, and as MM and I became more active in the swinging lifestyle, I became more aware that I didn’t want to present these swollen labia to my new lovers each time.

I am now going to admit something that only 2 or 3 people in the world know: I’ve had a partial labiaplasty - removal of my inner lips. The before and after shots are shown above.

I don’t know about you, but I know what I prefer.
I can now unselfconsciously spread my legs lasciviously and provocatively for any man like the magnificent tart that I am.

About that word: ‘cunt’. I love it and loathe it.
It’s MM’s favourite word - he claims the word ‘cunt’ expresses completely the magic of my vagina: all the warmth, the wetness, the delicious smell, the unique taste, the amazing texture, and incalculable pleasure he gets out of my pussy. He loves to use the word when we’re fucking - it’s such a forbidden word, and being so, to use it is to ‘talk dirty’. Again the tart in me understands and deeply synchronises with this attitude. The loathing part probably comes from 2 places: first the catholic revulsion towards bad language, and second, when I’m feeling loving and soft rather than hot and passionate, it’s not a good or appropriate word. Overall though, it’s naughty and passionate, forbidden and sooooo hot to call a cunt a cunt. I know nothing will stop MM from using it, at the right times and the wrong times.

Late May 2007: Prague and Beyond with Pierre

2007-08-19T19:26:00.000-07:00

Ah...Prague in spring. Magnificent.

MM and I are on a group tour of Eastern Europe with 10 others plus our young French tour leader, Pierre. It was not our intention to play with anyone necessarily while we were on the road, unless a good opportunity presented itself. I didn’t want any sexual pressure, I was on holidays ... from everything.

Of course MM is a firm believer in opportunities being arranged to present themselves!

So....we’d been travelling only a few days when, over dinner at a romantic medieval restaurant in the city centre, MM (who was using the opportunity to practice his French with Pierre), disclosed to Pierre that we are a ‘liberated couple’. Pierre apparently blushed quite deeply in the gloom of the restaurant (I was sitting at the other end of the table and had no idea what they were saying - in fact no-one else in the group did, because fortunately no-one else understood French) at the realisation of what MM was proposing. MM told me later about the conversation, and I must admit I was attracted to him. He was only 29 years old, but he had a gallic charm, he was cool, and was good looking. If he was curious about a threesome. I knew it was going to change the whole dynamics of our tour group, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this, he was also under the age radar but, who am I to disappoint him. Going back to the concept of me being unable to say no, I was excited about the idea but didn’t want to push it as MM does.

Now when travelling with a group it can be difficult to arrange a discreet fuck with your tour leader, so it was almost good luck when we ran into Pierre alone in a coffee shop the next day. We invited ourselves up to his room. After a bottle of local red wine (not terrific - the Czech beer is much better), and the obligatory small talk, we were all feeling a little less nervous. Pierre was complaining about sore muscles so I, with MM’s urging, offered to give him a massage. He and I showered separately, and MM suggested to him that he be completely nude for the massage. MM insisted that I was at least topless. I kept my g-string on for the moment, but as the massage progressed and Pierre turned over on to his back, MM managed to dispose of that too. I kissed Pierre and slowly worked my tongue down to his uncircumsised cock. He wasn’t yet hard. It’s very common with guys on their first experience - performance anxiety.

However, I am, I must say, a pretty damn good cock-sucker, so it wasn’t soft for long. His cock was quite long, not thick.

Pierre turned out to be a very good lover. He used his slim cock well: alternating slow and long, short and fast jabs, with my legs high on his shoulders. I was having a good time. Eventually, I invited MM to join in, so we rearranged ourselves into a DP position, MM in my cunt and Pierre in my arse. Pierre claimed it was his first anal experience, but I doubt it. DP for me can be a bit too much, but the boys, particularly MM love it. MM particularly likes the extreme tightness and pressure on his cock whether he’s in my cunt or arse. When MM came inside me, Pierre couldn’t hold back and emptied into his condom in my derriere.

A couple of days later, we were at Teplice, further north in the Czech Republic, staying in a wonderful little pension in the mountains. Pierre had the only other room on the top level next to us, so when we invited him in to our room late in the evening, he said “pourquoi pas...”. This time he did not hesitate, and was ready to fuck me. He was keen and excited. I sucked his cock lovingly. He was a really gentle guy, but I had to sit on top and act like a porn star. MM fucked me doggy style, and I sucked Pierre’s cock again. He moaned...he loved it. He fucked me hard from behind with my legs spread wide. He came very soon. MM fucked me from the side so Pierre could watch his cock sliding in and out, until MM came as well. I say to Pierre that I like him, I kiss him, he dresses quickly and leaves

However, despite all the action and excitement, it didn’t feel quite right, or as satisfying as the previous time in Prague. Pierre was very keen to leave as soon as he had come. I realised that it would have been better for all if we’d only done it the once.

During the following days, in southern Poland and Slovakia, we became aware that Pierre was avoiding us. The dynamics had change dramatically. Of course, in the group we needed to be discreet, and I had been avoiding eye contact with him. I had actually become a bit smitten with him: he was young and he was a cool dude.

So it was very disappointing that he became cold and estranged from both of us for the last week of the trip to Budapest. As each day passed, I was getting increasingly tired, stressed and emotional. Also more pre-menstrual. The tension with Pierre was driving me crazy, as he paid us less and less attention. I was desperate to have a private talk with him before we said good-bye, but the opportunity never arose. On the last night we went with the group to a final dinner in Budapest. After the meal we all said our good-byes. my eyes are watering with emotion. At that moment I hated Pierre. I hated the emotional ride, the sexual pressure.

We never heard from Pierre again, even though MM sent a couple of emails to him. No response.....

We found out later that he had a girlfriend in London, even though he’d told us that he was single and hadn’t had a root in 3 months. He had told us a few fibs, so again the ‘young guy’ syndrome was proven. I prefer my men to be 35 or older. They are more mature, more experienced, and usually more honest. With Pierre we had also broken our rule about only playing with people who had made a conscious decision to do so.

Reminiscences

2007-03-06T03:19:00.000-08:00

Recently MM and I went to the movies to see the R rated feature from New York called “Shortbus”. Essentially it was about a pre-orgasmic woman (her term, not mine - I prefer anorgasmic), which is a woman who is unable to experience an orgasm. So I identified with her quest. She loves sex / I love sex and have had a lot of it, but that “Big O” sensation eludes both of us. Ironically she was a sex therapist or “relationships counsellor”....yet another case of “doctor heal thyself”!

The movie skillfully explored the sexual issues of a number of people, showing how most of us, it seems, have at least one major sexual hang-up. In a very New York kind of way it delved into people’s fetishes, insecurities, fantasies, passions and their fears....and how we all get there in the end. And it doesn’t matter how you get there, but you do work it out in the end. We are all on some kind of path towards “sexual enlightenment”.

So I found myself thinking: my swingers scene is a pathway. Thinking back on my sexual youth and my many encounters, I was without any real consciousness about my actions whatsoever. I liked boy, boy liked girl, inevitably we fucked at least once, sometimes more than once, and sometimes never saw each other again. Didn’t worry about consequences... what consequences! Mummy and daddy weren’t there, didn’t see, didn’t know.

I didn’t even think twice about picking up a guy for a fuck - it was what I did. It just happened - I picked them up, they picked me up, they fucked me. I really never knew if some of my girlfriends behaved the same way or not, as I never really discussed my encounters with them, probably because I felt so guilty (the Catholic response again) or because I’m not much of a communicator anyway. It was my private business. Things happen to you along the way and...well, you just go with it.

I may have mentioned previously about the sexual harassment I received from my brother-in-law during my whole adolescent life. Under the guise of being “the big brother” he was very good at arranging to be alone with me, and took every opportunity to get his hands on my pubescent body. On one occasion, as he fondled me I clearly remember him saying:

“I’m educating you...something your father should be doing, preparing you for adult life...” etc.

I was way too young to understand what he was doing and what he was talking about, but as I got older, I began to think:

“He’s introducing me to his male friends - ‘prepared for them’ (he was actually a source of some nice men!)”

In any case I simply thought that to fuck them was what was expected of me, that was what my training was all about - I was being offered to them. So I did...fuck them all.

In another movie we saw recently: “Little Miss Sunshine”, the grandfather gives the following advice to his grandson: “fuck lots of women”. Well yes, experience life and find your sexual maturity along the way and hopefully you’ll get there in the end...well at least you’ll get it in the end - regularly!

For someone who picked up guys and fucked them as an unconscious act, I can remember just about all of my sexual conquests and I can remember many of the circumstances. I even remember the guys’ names. I didn’t do anything too outrageous: I never fucked in public toilets or masturbated in the change rooms. Just straight fucking. Not even any weird stuff either.

The so-called “weird stuff” has only happened recently with MM: I have toys to play with, I can talk freely about sex with friends, I go to couples parties and participate in mini orgies, I’ve licked a few cunts, I have my own whip, I’ve experienced DP, joined the mile high club (with MM), and so on. Nothing too outrageous...

But really what I crave is raunchy, hot fast sex which is desperate and satisfying. All the rest is window dressing.

I just wish to christ that I could have a screaming, leg-buckling, earth-shaking fucking orgasm!!! Well the kind I sometimes see at the movies anyway.

One sexual conquest in my past life I do remember quite well: it was about a guy I worked with: I was the sexy secretary and he was an economist. I’d regularly see him at work and we both worked out at the gym at lunch times, occasionally at the same time. Jim had a great body and so did I. We talked a lot and genuinely admired each other’s company and hot bodies. Unfortunately he was in a live-in relationship with someone else at the time. Well, all’s fair in love etc. so, at his farewell celebration (he was about to travel overseas), our relationship developed into an unspoken understanding that this was our consummation night, the night when we would finally fuck each other. We all partied together, a group from work having drinks and dinner. Oh we were all very professional! Although I was living with a girlfriend at the time, for some reason just little old me plus several boys, maybe about 8 of them, ended up back at my place. As the night wore on, one by one they left and of course Jim was the last man standing. Someone had earlier offered him a lift home, but he had declined, and that’s when I knew it would be ME. Well him and me. Throughout the night there had been a lot of intimate eye contact between us. We had flirted outrageously. God, he was gorgeous. And again I was so amazed and honoured that this beautiful hunk of a guy would choose to be with me.

I was soooo wet for him...

He stayed, and we fucked and fucked and fucked....all night.... well not quite the whole night because I knew he had to leave before dawn, and it was accepted that he had to go, and that would probably be the last time I would ever see him.

Did I feel guilty about fucking another girl’s man? Did I feel guilty about behaving so wantonly? Not in the slightest. It was inevitable. It was an unspoken understanding between two sexual beings.

I think Jim and I would have been good together. Years later I ran into him again. I was with my partner at the time and he was still with the woman he had been living with, except they were now married. And she was older than him!

It was still there though. You can’t hide the sexual attraction you have for someone, it’s always in the eyes.

Jim was a lovely man… I still wonder occasionally how he is.

Party Queen

2007-02-11T14:32:00.000-08:00

MM and I, in conjunction with another swinging couple, had long thought that Noosa needed sexing up so we set about organising sexy parties in one of the groovy clubs in our area. We call these gigs Purrve Party (www.purrve.com) and they have become very popular in the swing community. We generally have 2 parties a year: summer and winter.

Last party was a couple of weeks ago, our third, and there were 75 hot bodies in the club, grooving away on some fantastic dance music (aided by a couple of super-sexy guy drummers), our sexy waitress, our sexy podium dancer, and some very revealing outfits. Our party theme was “sequins, sparkle, metallic”, and outfits ranged from sequin bikinis to metallic body paint with huge metallic penis - sensational.

I had prepared for the party with a new hairdo, new nails hands and feet, and the complete brazilian wax: totally smooth, hairless pussy....mmmmm nice. My outfit was a metallic blue 2-piece, very brief hot pants (no knickers) and slinky backless top which barely covered my tits. Didn’t matter, because the top came off after a couple of hours to reveal my diamante-clad nipples. I love to show off my bod, and Purrve is the perfect place to do it. And of course I love the attention from all the sexy men and women in the room. I’m really an exhibitionist at heart, and MM loves to see me ‘on display’ - it makes him very proud. The party provides an opportunity for everyone to show off their bodies proudly - its the perfect venue to show off, get down and party, flirt to your hearts content (which is always fun) and meet other really hot and sexy people who you may get to play with later!

There is a core group of regulars who have come to all three parties, some people we have played with and some we haven’t and probably never will, but strangely enough it doesn’t matter. We have all become friends because of our liberated, open ideas on relationships. Its marvelous. At the party I was thinking, I fucked three of my girlfriend’s husbands and we are all alright about it. It’s a little weird, weird because it feels perfectly OK and also because there is no animosity between us girls about it. No cat fights, no threats or jealous behavior, but rather a greater closeness, intimacy and acceptance of one another.

2007-01-21T13:32:00.000-08:00

IS THIS THE WAY OF THE FUTURE?

2007-01-21T13:27:00.000-08:00

MM had arranged to meet Colin at our local pub for a drink. We sat opposite him with our vodka soda’s, and as we discussed politics, his job, his history, his relationships, options trading, and the building industry I couldn’t help musing over how bizarre the situation would appear to most ‘normal’ people. Colin was a complete stranger, yet the sole purpose of meeting him at the pub was to assess whether he would be a worthy fuck-buddy for the night.

As it turned out, he was friendly, good-looking, the right age, fit and healthy, and in need of ‘relief’ - it had apparently been a long time between roots for Colin, and he declared that he was quite attracted to me. So, all positives, off we went, back home for what has become the usual routine: drinks, love-nest tour, fill spa, nude up all, together in spa, hands wander, hands wander further, kissy-kissy, nipple sucking with tit-fondling, cock-sucking followed by cunt-licking (egalitarian), towel off, to the bed for extended fucking in all kinds of positions, dunk in the pool to cool off.

Love it...

It was all over in 5 hours. Meet, drink, root, bye-bye. Bizarre, huh? But is this the way of the future...? Will it be considered normal in the future to meet your friends for drinks and take them home for a fuck rather than having dinner with polite conversation and afterwards going home separately? We think so..

Eventually though, with Colin pumping away a my pussy, I had to fake an orgasm. First time sex with anyone is usually a bit of a disappointment. I’m certainly improving my fake orgasm skills, although lately I have surprised myself as my pussy has become really really wet while being fucked. I take a lot of ‘encouraging’. It takes a lot of good fucking but lately I can get squishy wet, really wet - not particularly juicy - just wet. Its a good sign - I think by body is slowly unblocking/unlocking her secret barrier. Of course MM is delighted. The wetter the better. He likes it sloppy....but more importantly, for me to have a real screamer of an orgasm would be the fulfilment of his most ardent desire.

The swing scene is not unlike the experience of going out as a young girl, all dolled up and dressed for breeding, girl meets boy, boy seduces girl, girl takes boy home and they fuck. Perhaps never to meet again: the classic ‘one night stand’. The swing scene is a little more organised or even civilised? I have had several one night stands, usually with someone I knew or was vaguely acquainted with. I remember this one time, I went out with a few of my work colleagues to see a band In the group was a very straight, Sensible Guy I worked with who I had sensed was becoming attracted to me. Taking discreet peeks out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him talking to another co-worker - a bit of a casanova. I think he may have suggested to Sensible Guy that I was a bit of a tart and that I’d be a pushover to get into bed that night. Well, of course I was..a tart and a pushover. SG asked me to dance, and I thought my dreams had come true. It always surprised me when really attractive guys took an interest in me as I never considered myself a classic beauty - great bod but a freckly face kid all the same. After the first dance I was smitten. He came home with me and he fucked me with his uncircumcised cock (my first one), so intriguing at the time. And next morning we went our separate ways. I had little to do with him after that. Sensible Guy just didn’t seem interested anymore. I strongly suspect he lost the bet! The experience left me feeling like a bit of a tart that time. However I was oblivious to any gossip. Perhaps I was too busy to notice, so I just moved on to the next experience. Not without guilt or shame though, just moved on quickly. I was sharing a house with a girlfriend at the time who was in fact a gorgeous looking tart, someone with whom I could share some of my stories (she heard us rooting anyway!). I told nobody else about bedroom acrobatics with SG.

We have adopted the ‘swinging lifestyle’ as an extra to our normal daily life. It doesn’t dominate our life, but acts as a deliciously exciting addition, to be indulged in occasionally. It’s a luxury that we can afford, largely because we have such a strong relationship. We always play together, and we avoid any jealousy issues by doing so. It is also hugely exciting to watch my husband fucking another woman, and MM absolutely loves to see a nice man with his cock buried deep inside me. I become a ‘sexual goddess’ in his eyes!

Our philosophy now is that our approach to human sexuality is the way of the future. In the brief period that we have been playing with other couples and single guys, we’ve noticed a huge increase in the number of people on the websites devoted to the swinging lifestyle. We no longer have to go looking for sexual partners - there is a constant flow of potentials approaching us through the websites we subscribe to. Bring ‘em on!

The people we meet for the primary purpose of fucking are always interesting, often very attractive, good company, and best of all, we can be totally free and open in what we say, what we do, and how we behave with them. The normal social rules of behaviour are set aside. It is often said that sexual fantasies are usually better than the reality, but our experiences have been generally better than the fantasy.

To be able to unashamedly share our bodies with others is incredibly liberating and satisfying.

Thursday Afternoon Fuck

2006-11-12T01:06:00.000-08:00

When I heard the motorbike pull up outside I knew that my next lover had arrived. Matthew had ridden a road bike from interstate, over 1000 kilometres, to meet up with us. MM had spent weeks organising this adventure - our first for some time.

We’d told our staff that we “were leaving early as family was visiting” as we walked out of the office at midday. That gave us just enough time to prepare a hasty lunch, choose a wine and set the scene. I opened the gate to a gorgeous 44 year old spunk, lean and smiling, dressed in his biking gear...instantly wet! Matthew was indeed a fine looking man, and as lunch progressed we learned not only that he was a threesome virgin, but his secret fantasy was a male-male experience...he wanted to suck MM’s cock.

“It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time, and I was happy to come all this way to experience sex like this. I don’t want to die wondering...”

No problem....MM is always happy to oblige.

Matthew was nervous, he was gulping his wine to settle his nerves, but he knew he wanted to do this. To him we were experienced swingers, he was inquisitive about it all so we shared stories about how wonderful the “swinging scene” has been for us: the like minded people we have met, the beautiful friendships which have formed and the wonderful parties we have attended and how it seems and feels so natural, normal as well as liberating.

Wine is a wonderful leg-opener, and the spa always gets the action started.- when Matthew stripped off his cock was pointing at the ceiling (the fact that I had stripped off first and was stepping into the bath before him probably helped..), and when all three of us were in the water, and after the usual small talk and nervous “what do I do next?” moment, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We kissed deeply as I gripped his cock, occasionally stroking it gently, occasionally pumping it less gently. He was getting bolder, rubbing his hands over my whole body while MM caressed my toes, MM viewing the unfolding scenario with that slightly crooked smile and glazed eye look that emerges when I am about to fuck another boy. He really seems to love the voyeuristic thrill of it all.

It was during an interval when Matthew had left the bath for a quick dip in the pool that I started sucking MM’s cock as he stood before me. We both noticed that Matthew was looking through the window intently at what was happening, and soon rejoined us to offer his cock to me for the same treatment. Now sucking two cocks at once can be difficult, but it’s amazing how creative I get in these situations.
Matthew eventually decided that his moment had come and he descended to his knees taking MM’s cock in his hands and slowly pushing it deep into his mouth. MM was very happy.

It was Matthew who suggested that the spa experience had run its course, so it was on to the bed. By this time Matthew had lost all his inhibitions, and as I leaned forward on my knees to suck MM’s cock again, Matthew licked and sucked my arse and cunt with huge enthusiasm. He turned out to be quite a stud. He fucked me for a long time, in many different positions, taking turns occasionally with MM. At one point, when I was on top, I felt MM’s cock against my dark star...he assured me that he was well lubricated, and after the initial pain/pleasure feeling of him filling my arse, we introduced Matthew to the art of double penetration...another first for him!

Much later, Matthew introduced a nice toy: a vibrating cock ring which he had picked up at Sexpo. As he fucked me with this gadget around the base of his cock, I could feel some wonderful tingling against my clit. I’m not a real sex toy fan, but this was terrific. MM had his turn with the toy, and he was very impressed, so impressed that he broke the ring as he came all over my arse.

Matthew took over again, and in the doggy position, he fucked me for his tumultuous finale...except he didn’t come. He sounded like he was coming. He felt like he was coming. Apparently (MM said later) he looked like he was coming. Afterwards he explained:

“I’ve trained myself, through living alone, and with lots of masturbation, to experience a kind of orgasm without ejaculating. While I was fucking you I could feel these amazing electric shocks, which were making me shudder, up and down my spine, but I was able to keep myself from coming.”

Awesome..

Darn shame he lives so far away. Matthew was with us for about 4 hours only. We’ll probably never see him again. It’s part of the game.

But he can come again any time...I really liked him.

We received a text message an hour later: “Thank you both very much. That was exactly how I had imagined the experience.”

Sweet Surrender

2006-11-04T16:21:00.000-08:00

We went to bed last night just a little drunk after a quick drink with the neighbours turned into couple of bottles of wine on relatively empty stomachs. Friday night is cocktail night, often martini night - MM is the king of martinis - so being tipsy at bedtime is a fairly regular occurrence at the end of a work week. Tease that I am, I murmured to MM as we spooned ready for sleep:

“Wanna fuck?”

I was only half serious.

It’s just that alcohol turns me into a slut, so I get a bit naughty when pissed. I was really tired, and MM is someone who likes his sleep, so I was surprised when I felt that familiar bulge pressing into my buttocks. His remark: “are you wet?” is our equivalent of foreplay when we’re tired. Like the old joke about married foreplay: “are you awake?”

“Dunno” I said.

A quick check with his fingers confirmed that I was indeed wet, not wet enough to be completely ready (it takes a bit more than that for a girl), but wet enough for MM to push his way inside me. We hadn’t had sex for a week or so (period interlude) so he was particularly horny, and we fucked in the spooning position, with him holding and rubbing my tits hard with his free hand. One of our favourite positions is spooning with MM wrapping his arms around my body, holding each tit in his hand and using them as leverage for deep hard thrusting. It was brief and explosive, but a great way to ‘decompress’ after a long week, and relax into a deep sleep. MM was still inside me as we drifted of....

Flashback to Chad again:

It got easier. We had three beautiful encounters with Chad. Each time getting a little more experimental, all of course to satisfy the men’s fertile imaginations and wishes. The times got sexier and sexier.

I pride myself on my cock-sucking ability. I’ve always put a lot of energy into this part of my sexual repertoire, and Chad got his share. The spa continued to be the leg-opener for the next couple of times, the benefit being that the boys and their equipment were nice and clean, suckable, ready for my mouth. Chad spent a lot of time sitting on the side of the spa while MM (who had by this time introduced himself to cock-sucking as well) and I worked on Chad’s cock with our warm mouths and tongues. Then we would towel off and resume fucking on the bed.

I was so horny for these threesomes by this time I couldn’t wait for Chad to finish massaging MM, so I had to start our playtime by sucking MM’s cock while he was on the massage table. On the previous occasion, when Chad had massaged me as well, it was MM who couldn’t hold back, and while Chad had surreptitiously worked his hands down from my neck area and started massaging my tits, MM slipped his head between my legs and licked me crazy (neither MM or I wore knickers during our massages).

At our last meeting, it was straight into it...no spa. I was totally ready. I was already naked by the time the boys got to the bedroom, lying on my back with my legs spread wide apart. MM opened the lips of my cunt with his fingers to guide Chad’s cock into my swollen and wet pussy. He fucked me in a number of different positions while MM stroked me and himself, occasionally reaching down to where Chad and I were joined to feel the wetness and to squeeze Chad’s cock as it slid in and out.

It was MM who suggested double penetration. I had abandoned myself to the moment, so I didn’t protest when they manouevred me on top of MM lying on his back, while Chad pressed his hard cock against my arse. I find anal sex painful to start so it took a little while, and some patience, for Chad to work his cock into my dark star (he has a fairly thick cock), but once he was inside, I relaxed a little.

I was no longer a dp virgin!

Anal sex is pleasure and pain...“it’s a fine line between...” you know the song. Its intense, it makes you hot, my body shudders with pleasure - but my moaning comes more from pain than ecstasy! The key is to surrender - not to the man, but to your body so that you can enjoy it. It’s a little masochistic for me. Which is ok because sex in all its forms is an experience.

MM was having a ball, and later said it was the most intense feeling he had had inside a woman, having Chad filling my arse, his cock pressing and rubbing directly onto MM’s cock. MM couldn’t move, but Chad did, gentle strokes in and out of my arse. The sensation was too much for MM, and it wasn’t long before he came with deep shudders, pumping his juice into the deepest part of my sex.

Chad jumped off, gave his cock a quick wash, and came back into me with the glazed eyes of a man taken completely by lust. He fucked me with a passion, he fucked me like I like to be fucked, he fucked me until sweat poured off him, he fucked me until he came himself, mixing his juice with MM’s, deep inside me. I love that feeling so much, that of BEING FUCKED.

I thought that would be it, but no - MM has a passion for ‘cream pies’ - eating my cunt when it is full of another man’s sperm (although he likes the taste of his own as well). Thus I was treated to the luxury of being able to lie back, relax and enjoy more attention.

Chad was always in a bit of a hurry. Being a good looking guy he of course had a beautiful girlfriend who had started to wonder why it took so long to massage his sunday client. Inevitably this led to an end to our games, and soon after Chad disappeared completely from our lives for 18 months .

I had grown to really like Chad, and I found myself looking for him everywhere when I was out and about in town. I hadn’t yet learnt how to separate my feelings from playing. For me, sex before swinging always seemed to mean that you ‘had a relationship’ with the man, and I found myself being quite smitten by him. I had to learn how to separate love from sex.....it all adds to the dynamics of entering the swinging scene.

Although all of this delicious raunchy sex with Chad didn’t bring on an orgasm at the time he was fucking me, my morning kapow! moments were becoming more regular.

My Two Boys

2006-11-04T13:09:00.000-08:00

kapow!

2006-10-30T00:20:00.000-08:00

Apparently I have fucked 23 different men in the past 3 years, even though I’ve been married for 5 years. It’s not me keeping count, it’s my husband - he’s the one who has organised all these encounters....I call him My Manager.

Flashback : a sunday about 3 years ago...

Eleven thirty on a sunday morning is perhaps an unusual time for a life-changing experience. I found myself in a spa bath with two naked men. One of them was of course My Manager. The other man was Chad, our regular massage therapist.
There had been a lot of sexual pressure leading up to this moment. My Manager’s endless fantasy had been to have a threesome (had wet dreams about it for years apparently), and he’d been working for months on our massage therapist as the prime and willing candidate. Every Sunday he’d relate to me in detail the suggestive comments and conversations he’d had with Chad while he was having his massage.

I have to admit the possibility excited me. It was actually nice to know that Chad fancied me and that he was sexually attracted to me. Chad is a gorgeous looking younger guy with a well cut body. Initially I probably felt he was “out of my league”, so for him to have been interested in fucking me was quite a thrill.

But it also threatened me. Could all this sexy talk actually become a reality? In my wildest dreams I never really thought it would, or that I would actually go ahead with it. Sure, sometimes I’d make sexy remarks just to turn My Manager on, without any intention of acting out any of his favourite fantasies.

I was never a person who had what you would call sexual fantasies. Sexual fantasies were a man thing. Sexual experiences, on the other hand, seemed to just happen to me, not from my instigation, but usually because of the circumstance I found myself in at the time. I still don’t ever think sexy thoughts like “oh wouldn’t it be such a turn on if we did it in the sand dunes” or “let’s pick up a guy in the evening take him down to the beach, fuck him and leave”.... it’s not me. But somehow these things just happen. Well, the truth is, My Manager orchestrates it to happen. Which is one of the things I disliked about entering the ‘lifestyle’, the world of the swinger. Swinger sex is rarely spontaneous; its planned, premeditated and prepared, so therefore I couldn’t make excuses to myself like: “oh it just happened”, or “I must have been pissed”, or some other reason to justify my ‘bad behaviour’. I was part of The Plan, and willing or unwilling participant, I had to own my own actions! That was a struggle.....

Now back to the spa action:

I had to be led (dragged?) down to the bedroom. The spa had been filled. We’d had a couple of glasses of champagne, the ‘leg opener’ as My Manager would say. I felt like a little girl. I knew what was going to happen, it was naughty but I couldn’t say no. Not now. Would I get in trouble? I was feeling kinda modern and groovy, but shy and frightened all at the same time. The champagne helps. I’ve never had a problem being sexy and having sex. I’m not embarrassed about my body either, so I had no body image problem to get over. It was the ‘catholic thing’.

To break the ice, My Manager volunteered my services for a return massage on Chad’s shoulders, while he massaged his feet and lower legs. So Chad was in a kind of sandwich between my legs and My Manager’s legs, getting rubbed top and bottom. Chad’s hands had begun to stroke the inside of my thighs, and the higher he stroked, the wider my eyes became. I was starting to feel extremely horny by now. I could vaguely see My Manager making hand signals to Chad as he reclined slowly back onto my chest. Kissing seemed like the natural thing to do then, so we did. Occasionally I’d glance furtively at My Manager, and I could see the gleam in his eyes...his fantasy was becoming a reality!

What happened next was quite a shock, as I was completely unprepared for it. Chad reached forward suddenly, placed his hands under My Manager’s bum, lifted his body above the water line, and took his very very hard cock deep into his mouth (I was to learn later that these two guys had discussed bi-curiosity as well...my god). I think My Manager was a bit shocked as well, but he certainly didn’t complain, and after a moment started to smile widely. I took the momentary break in action with me as an opportunity to sit on the side of the spa to cool down and get my breath.

Chad turned. “That looks very tasty” he said, eyeing my open legs and divine fulcrum. Hmmm, maybe champagne is a ‘leg-opener’ as I made no attempt to close them like a good girl should. He dog-paddled forward and started licking and sucking my cunt lips. This was feeling better all the time.

Now at a certain point in situations like this, and given that water is a lousy lubricant, one is compelled to dry off and get serious. Our spa / bed relationship is a very close one, so it didn’t take long to dry off (well, most parts of our bodies at least) and get back into some serious kissing and cuddling on the bed. By now I really wanted Chad. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted both of them to fuck me. And they did. The curious thing was that I did not feel concerned or self-conscious about being watched by the man who is my husband while another man fucked me. In fact it heightened the whole experience.

In the end, it was all very sexy and a lot of fun! Weird, because it felt so natural. Throughout I didn’t really know what to say or how to act. It was like we were in a soft core porno movie.

I did have an orgasm from this. Not during any of the fuck-session though. The morning after, in the early morning, I was dreaming, I can’t remember the dream, but I woke up desperately having to press my clit, pressing on my throbbing clit and having a “kapow” moment . That’s exactly what it felts like: “KAPOW”. Wow, it woke me up with such power, my clit was throbbing, I was hot. God, it was sensational. It was fantastic to know that this experience was tapping into my subconscious and getting deep into my inner self, bypassing all the programming and blockages, opening up my heart so that I could have an orgasm.

But how do I consciously bypass those blockages and allow myself to consciously reach orgasm? How do I overcome a lifetime of non-orgasms so I could feel like a real woman?

So, our quest begins.