Sunday, January 21, 2007
IS THIS THE WAY OF THE FUTURE?
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.
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.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Thursday Afternoon Fuck
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.”
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Sweet Surrender
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.
“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.
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