2. Into the Lifestyle
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the lifestyle
" - n., "consenting adults who enjoy social recreational sexual activities with others, most often on a couple-to-couple basis, but may also involve singles, with full knowledge and mutual consent of both partners", also known as "swinging"
Dan and I meet up pretty much once a week for a year and a half. For sex. At my place, as I live alone, for an hour or so in the afternoon. Once in a while he can get away for an evening or overnight. We are comfortable with each other. We get our sexual needs met. He enjoys pleasuring me, hearing me moan and squeal. I like the feel of his body, even though it's more barrel-shaped than I prefer. He likes to talk during sex, about sex and my body, which I find very erotic. He starts describing fantasy situations. "Imagine there's another guy here, watching us. He's playing with his cock, getting very hot." Or "He can fuck you when I'm done. Or first and I can get sloppy seconds. I can eat his cum out of your pussy." Or "Maybe he will come right over here and you can suck his dick while I'm fucking you. Then he and I can switch." And "Maybe there's a couple here and they want to join us." I go with his fantasies. I imagine what he is describing. It's erotic, exciting. I like the thought of being watched, showing off my body, revealing my sexuality, sharing my pleasure. It's Hot. Sexy as fuck! I like getting guys all hot and lustful for me. I'm excited by the thought of a second man or a woman, with her soft lips and delicious breasts. Sexual fantasies are fun, they spice up the sex. And it's all fantasy.
"We could do that," he says while he's on top, fucking me.
"What do you mean? Do what?"
"Get together with another couple. Or another guy."
"We can? How do we do that?"
"There are websites we can go on, as a couple, meet other couples."
"There are?"
"Yes. There's a few."
"How do you know this?" He's still in me but our motions are slow and soft, sensual and sexy, while we talk.
"I was on one about 10 years ago. I have a profile." My boy scout indeed. "And a lifetime subscription I haven't used it in years. We can update it."
This continues for a number of our weekly liaisons. A new horizon begins to open. My marriage was monogamous and vanilla. I'm a virgin at this sexual adventurousness, but it's a new life for me as a single woman after a long marriage. I try not to presume or presuppose, to prejudge or foreclose. I try to be open to the future. Why not try this?
"We can just put up a profile and see what happens, not use our real names of course, no one does."
"Okay."
Our profile:
"Open-minded couple looking to meet others for intimate fun.
Looking for interesting couples who enjoy intimacy. Need to be discreet and free of STDs (we are).
We are relatively new to the lifestyle and are interested in exploring and meeting new, fun people. We both like to please so perhaps we can help you achieve your fantasies.
Looking for NSA fun. If you meet us you won '
t be disappointed!"
Not very original, nothing to stand out. But maybe it's the racy pictures we post - one of me naked wearing only my bikini tan and one of me on my back, legs spread, showing off my vulva topped by a white bow, both faceless of course - we get some interested couples.
One response is from Mike and Lynn, a couple not too far away, a little younger, both hospital professionals. They say it's not their first time. They're looking for a full swap.
Full swap
- "sex with another couple where both couples swap partners, such as the guy from one couple with the girl from the other couple and vice-versa. This is often done in the same room"
I guess Dan and I are looking for a full swap, too. We arrange to meet for dinner. On the way to the restaurant, I'm very nervous, never having done anything like this before, not even imagining it. Dan is cool, he's an old hand at it, apparently. He's also excited. I guess he's wanted to do this for years and now I'm his hot ticket to sexual adventure. I'm pretty sure he didn't plan this development from the outset, rather taking one step at a time and see where it goes, how far his hot ticket will take him. But, who knows - Dan the Boy Scout has been full of surprises and maybe he's had this as a real potential from the outset. In the car, he tries to reassure me. "We'll have dinner, chat, get to know each other, and take it from there, if you want. We can stop it there, set up a second date with them if you like them, or go on. It's up to you." Sounds simple. Not so much.
Regardless, here it is and here I am. We are at the 99 where we agreed to meet. They are waiting for us. We say "Hi", low key, and get a booth. I sit with Dan, across from Lynn, Mike across from Dan. We have a nice friendly chat, just two couples getting to know each other. Except we all know where this is headed if we all are comfortable. And that's a motel with one big bed for four of us. The three of them are chatting away. I'm mostly quiet. Mike and Lynn both seem nice, ordinary people, neither good-looking nor unattractive. Dan tells them, truthfully, that he's done this before, before we were a couple, but it's my first. Mike and Lynn are sweet, try to make me feel at ease. The conversation is about jobs, how we each met, where we have lived, kids, the usual. Dan and I have to fudge a little as we are supposed to be married - to each other - but it's a "second marriage", as is Mike and Lynn's, so it's easy to talk about our respective kids. Perhaps for my comfort, there's little talk about sex. I'm wondering if I'll actually do this. I desire the experience, the adventure, but have the same doubts as with my first time with Dan. It may be an opportunity to get some girl-on-girl kissing and touching, which is another allure.
We finish eating. Dan and Mike get up to go to the bathroom. I get up to slide in next to Lynn, to get comfortable by getting physically closer. When the men return, I encourage Mike to sit next to me, so I'm sandwiched between them, our bodies touching. That's much better. The physical connection soothes me. I feel closer to them, more intimate. We chat for a minute or two and Dan says to me, "How do you feel? Shall we go somewhere comfortable for a special dessert?" I nod. "Sure. Let's." Dan and Mike probably talked about it on the way to and from the men's room. So Dan takes out his phone to find an inexpensive but nice (enough) motel nearby and off we go.
"How are you feeling? You're sure about this?" he asks in the car. "I'm up for it. They're nice. If not now, when?" So we get the room, nondescript standard motel fare but we're not there for the accommodations. We check the bed - good enough - and the bathroom is clean. Dan turns on some music. "We can break the ice by playing strip poker. I brought a deck of cards, Dan the Be Prepared Boy Scout proposes. "How will it work?" asks Lynn. "The loser of each hand has to remove an article of clothing. We should even up our articles." We each count what we can shed. I have a red party dress, matching red bra and panties, two heels, and I can count a little gold necklace and gold bracelet if needed to even with the others. "What happens when someone loses and has nothing more to take off?" Lynn asks. Boy Scout Dan provides the answer, "Then the winner of that hand directs the loser to perform an act, on the winner or someone else."
We are all game, sit on four corners of the bed and deal the cards, five card draw It goes quickly as there's no betting. Strangely, I lose far more than the others, which is fine by me as strip poker is one game where the "loser" really wins. I enjoy stripping in front of intimate (or soon-to-be intimate "friends"). Soon one shoe, then the other, my dress, bracelet, and necklace come off. Then my bra and I make a little show of it, turning my bs k them, gyrating my hips and shoulders before turning to face them all. I can see Mike is excited by the tenting of his jeans. He is practically fully dressed and I'm way behind (or ahead of) the others. I'm enjoying this. I lose again and I slowly remove my panties, with a wiggle and a hip swirl. We are all into it.
After a couple more hands, I lose again. Mike has best hand. "Suck my cock," is my directive. I unzip his jeans, reach in his underwear and take out his cock. It's big. Really big. Mike is maybe 5' 10" so it's surprisingly big. And delicious looking. I do my thing, play with it on my lips then take most of it in and start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around his head and underside. I look into his eyes, he's enjoying my show of eagerness. It must be hot because I can see out of the corner of my eye Dan and Lynn kissing. Mike looks at Lynn and they give each other a "green light" smile. Mike removes the rest of his clothes and we are off to the races!
I move up so Mike and I can kiss. His lips taste sweet. Our tongues dance together. His hands roam to my breasts as mine caress his chest and belly. He plays with my pussy and I turn electric. I kiss his neck, soft kisses at different spots, then tongue his ear as my hand fondles his erection. His hardness feels so nice in my hand. He kisses my neck. He's flung that Hot Spot! Whee- ooh! Here it comes, my first orgasm of the night! The Roller Coaster! He's loving it, I'm loving it, and I assume Dan and Lynn are loving it too as I'm moaning and screeching. As the Roller Coaster subsides, Mike flips me in my back, hovering between my open legs. I open my eyes to look at his big beautiful cock poised for entry. I am agog with excitement and anticipation. "Yes, Yes, Mike, I want to feel you inside me. All of you. Fuck me, Mike!"
At the same time, I see Dan flicking away at Lynn's pussy. She's moaning. I know the feeling as Dan has terrific oral skills. It's quite a scene, all of us on one bed, Lynn lying next to me, both of us with our legs spread wide, the men servicing us. I can't believe I'm IN that scene. Very, VERY erotic. I had just met Mike a few hours ago and he's about to fuck me with the biggest cock I've ever experienced (so far). Dan and Lynn have just met and they're engrossed. We are having a Full Swap!