11 Years Later
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Posted:May 17, 2021 5:32 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2021 10:17 am
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Those heady days of thrice-a-day sex weren't to last, as one would be able guess. Marriage took a bit of the edge out of sex, and once were born, the sex dried up completely. However, unlike many couples, my wife and I were always able to talk to each other about sex and our desires. For instance, we both knew that much of her lack of desire could be traced to sexual abuse she'd suffered in her teens. We tried some therapy, and it was only somewhat successful and for only a short time. We were still happy, but somewhat frustrated at our lack of sex.
Then came that night during our eleventh year of marriage where we were talking about our situation once again. There was a moment where she sighed and said, "I just don't know what else we can do." I took that as my chance to say, "We could try swinging."
I explained the options open to us, since I'd been aware of swinging for a long time, originally trying hook-up with couples back when I was in college, using the original swinger's magazines (some of you remember those, I'm sure - black and white ads that looked like they were created on a copier). She thought about it a moment but answered, "No...I don't think I could," and I backed off and told her we can just leave it open as an option. She smiled and shrugged.
It must have sat in her mind like a burr sits beneath a saddle. A couple weeks later, she came to me and said simply, "OK, let's do it - swinging. What do we do first?"
I tried not too look TOO excited about her question, but we began to research our options. One of the first was to take a bunch of photos of ourselves and join FriendFinder-x, as well as a bunch of other swinger's sites. In 2001, there were fewer sites, making it pretty easy to identify the good ones and the less than good ones. Through some connections we made via email, we discovered in our town that there were 3 main swingers clubs and we figured that would be the easiest way to dip our feet into that pool.
The first club we went to was a weekend-only affair that required a 5 drink minimum and a hefty entrance fee. It seemed the classiest, so we gave it a try first. The owners worked the door and they would pair-up waiting couples and show them to a table. It was not an on-premise club, but the dance floor would writhe with bodies in all kinds of congress with clothes becoming fewer and fewer as the night went on. By the end of the night, ad-hoc parties were arranged and groups of people left to re-join each other at a local hotel or someone's home.
It was on that dance floor that we had our first taste of swapping when a couple approached us and we took each other's partner for a dance. We danced beside each other in the middle of the floor, grinding and touching. My partner and myself were mesmerized watching my wife and her toy touching each other with abandon. My wife had worn a loose-fitting top and (as usual) no bra, so his hands had happily found her breasts desiring his touch. She had also worn a short black skirt with silk panties that he had no problem sliding his hand inside-of to pleasure her as they swayed. I glanced at my partner and her eyes were wide watching the show beside us. My hands slid across her body as well, but she was well-encased in a tight bodysuit that, while showing off her amazing body, allowed no similar access that my wife's partner enjoyed. So I slid around behind her, pointing her at the scene before us and I cupped a breast through the bodysuit and lightly slid my hand over her mound. Happily, she pushed my hand harder into her sex as my wife's head fell against her partner's chest and her mouth hung open in extreme pleasure. It was plain she was climaxing on the dance floor in front of us.
My wife's eyes suddenly snapped back open as she gasped for breath and she smiled broadly at us, and then kissed her partner openly on the mouth while stroking his obviously hard cock through his slacks. My partner turned around and smiled at me and offered a wet kiss before she rejoined her husband. My wife draped a languid hand over my shoulder, laughing huskily at what she'd just done amidst the moving mass of sexuality on that dance floor.
I remember-well the song that was playing as I watched my wife being pleasured by another man. It was Creed's "With Eyes Wide Open" and damn if I can listen to that song any more without getting a hard-on.
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Why not start where it all began
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Posted:May 17, 2021 4:51 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2021 4:56 pm
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It really doesn't seem all that long ago when I was in college and I met my wife-to-be. I lived in a small apartment complex where everyone was really friendly with each other and we'd all been hanging out together on a Saturday night near the end of the school year since we were downright poor, having spent all our savings or grants or scholarships. It was due to our cash-strapped situation that we'd all been passing the evening with some Trivial Pursuit. My wife told me she spotted me largely because I was such a master of trivia, which has probably never been a reason before or since for a woman being turned-on to a man. Once everyone had dispersed, she and I made-out and, completely delirious with desire, we fell asleep on the couch in the front room of my apartment.
In the morning when we woke, I managed to accidentally (honest!) brush her breast with the back of my hand as I was reaching to move her hair off her forehead and that snapped something. We both began to devour each other and she grabbed my hand and first shoved it between her legs where he helped me bring her to orgasm, and then maintained a hold on that hand as she led me to the bedroom.
While most of that morning is a blur, I still remember the moment she crossed her arms across herself, grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over hear head. Her breasts had no need for a bra and that smooth movement presented them firmly to me and I needed no further hint that I was to slide my hands from her waist to cup those beautiful, crimson-peaked mounds. I have always been a breasts-guy, and I do not discriminate by size; I love them all.
We managed to undress amongst kisses and caresses and as these things tend to go, after much rubbing against each other, I grabbed a condom from the bedside table, slipped it on, and she climbed on top of me, sliding me inside with a deft movement of her hand guiding my cock inside of her.
Now, you may have noticed that from the title, this was the beginning of my sexual experience - in college. And yes, prior to this moment, I was a slow-starting virgin. But she forged onward with such determination and desire, there was no chance to be self-conscious or uncertain. It was all unfolding better than in dreams (largely because my dreams have always been strangely lacking in sexual action). We tried a few more positions before I came hard inside her, as a young, college guy is wont to do (I was amazed at how long I was able to hold off, actually).
It was the beginning of an amazing summer of sex, often 2-3 times a day. I have a journal from that time where I wondered if I would survive her insatiable sexual appetite. I'd come home from class and she'd burst through the door barely after I'd closed it and we were once again tearing off our clothes and "getting busy" (as Cosmo likes to call it).
I was a photography student at the time and during that summer, we managed to take a few sexy photos of each other, but I can't for the life of me remember where they might be, or if they may even still exist. I was hoping to find them quickly and add some shots of our impossibly young and thin bodies intertwined - but I may have gotten rid of those photos at her bequest some years ago. Pity.
If you're sorry that I ended up marrying the first woman I had sex with, please don't fret - I promise it didn't leave me with a life of just bedding one partner. Otherwise, this would be a really fast and simple blog and there would be little to write about. It took quite some time, but things would change in a very big way...
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My very own secret (and not so secret) life
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Posted:May 17, 2021 4:06 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2021 10:11 am
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I was reading through a once-banned book named "My Secret Life" and I began think about what it might be like write down my sexual experiences throughout my life - experiences strongly enhanced by my being a member of FriendFinder-x. I originally joined in 2001 as a couple with my wife. We'd decided begin swinging and so we dove into the scene. After about a year, we became comfortable enough with sharing that we opened our marriage and I created an account here as a single. Many connections later, I was back on here as a couple, but with my new girlfriend once my wife and I opened the marriage permanently by splitting up. And now - here I am, back to being a single.
I figured it would be interesting (at least to me) to chronicle the events if only to challenge my memory of all those amazing events and experiences through the . If you also find it interesting, then that's even nicer!
Now, not everything on this blog will be about connections gained via FriendFinder-x. The very first will be well before the Internet was opened the world, but many, many of them were sourced by sending an email a single or couple with their own ad. If you are curious, read-on!
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