"For couples considering swinging it is strongly advised to discuss all the aspects of it in detail with their partner as openly and honestly as possible. What are the reasons and expectations for it? The potential consequences should be talked through and if there are some ground rules to be followed those should be agreed in advance. There may be lots of mixed feelings related to opening up one's relationship to third and fourth parties and it could be beneficial to play out different scenarios in theory before jumping into the action."
This is what I read from a friendly Reddit post just a moment ago. What a great advice. If only I had read it three weeks ago. The reason for skimming through various online articles and discussions about swinging was that "mixed feelings" was an understatement of what I was going through. How could I've been so stupid to jeopardize it all? And where did I stand now? Was my relationship with my long-term girlfriend Amy completely lost or was it all in my head?
Nothing seemed to be the same as before. I was seriously doubting myself in bed and even though Amy did not mention it I'm sure she had noticed. I most certainly was not keen on bringing it up again with her but something should be done before I lose my mind.
One of the key strengths of our relationship had always been our sex life. It was not just that we were really compatible in bed but I had always found it easy to talk about everything with her. And likewise, she told me her deepest and most private thoughts and fantasies. Neither of us was a virgin when we met but still, it was almost as if we learned a whole new way of having sex together during the first months of our relationship. An intimate and utterly satisfying way.
Together we searched for new heights and eventually brought toys and role-playing into our bedroom. Not exactly to spice things up as the fireworks were there already but just for trying everything there was to see if we liked it or not.
I guess one could say that swinging was just another logical next step for us. However, it was extremely naive of me to think nothing would change. So sure I was about us that nothing like this ever popped into my mind. I feel like I should punch myself in the nose as I remember how Amy had been against it in the beginning and agreed only because I had insisted on it. My heart bleeds as I remember how she was saying that I was all she needed and that she had some doubts about sharing me with some other woman.
There had been two major turn-ons for me to want it. One was of course the swinging itself but the other was that I had never slept with a black girl. As Amy was this blonde fitness chick I could not stop thinking how a thick black girl could compare with her. In my daydreams, a sassy and assertive ebony queen had been such a compelling vision that I could not resist it.
And I was not the overly jealous type. Amy had told me everything she had done with her past lovers and some of the stories made me horny. Sometimes we repeated some of the hot scenarios she had told me about and we both enjoyed it a lot. So I thought it would be fun to hear her telling me how a new sex partner had done something new or maybe even both of us would learn some new tricks.
With these thoughts and after her approval, I set up an online swinger profile for us. We got a ton of replies just in the very first days. We are quite a good-looking couple and based on the replies the fact that we were doing it for the first time was something the swinger community valued a lot. This would mean we could be as picky as we wanted and didn't have to settle on anything that wouldn't be a perfect match for us.
Amy did not have a similar yearning for having sex with a black dude as I had with a black girl. But on the other hand, if someone I liked would happen to have a black partner she would not mind. After all, she had never had any sort of interracial experience either and thought that it could be fun.
On that matter, we did not have a choice. All swinger couples with black women were such that also the male partner was black. So it would be a new experience for both of us. Amy went through some of the responses with me. After those she didn't like were ruled out she said that I could make the final decision as she didn't see anyone who would be a clear number-one choice for her. There were several good-looking men there but she thought that without meeting them in person it was just too hard for her to tell which one she would like the best.
I was, as men usually are, more visual. When I saw Destiny's pictures I was almost immediately sold. Amy smirked at me for playing it down and said it was all too obvious how I drooled over Destiny's pics. She was not afraid to admit that even to her Destiny's big boobs looked very inviting and the long soft curls on her jet-black hair were just marvelous.
With Destiny came Booker. Smiling confidently in his pictures he was an absolute hunk of a man. His stats told us that he was as tall as me but somewhat heavier. He didn't have hair at all but didn't look too much of a tough guy. Based on the things I could see and read he seemed to be an easygoing fella. Maybe just like I was, relaxed and confident.
In their message, they told us that they were quite experienced in swinging and that it had brought lots of good vibes into their sex life. Furthermore, they complimented us for being brave enough to try it ourselves. Life was just too short to have regrets.
Their approach to the topic resonated with our thoughts really well. They suggested that we could have a sort of a couples date outside and during it we would get to know each other. And there should be no pressure at all for us. Nothing would happen if we didn't feel it and that would be completely fine also. After all, this was how it was with most of the normal dates. Sometimes there was sex at the end and sometimes there wasn't.
This was exactly what we had thought about it. Especially for Amy the pictures and text were just not enough. She would have to meet and talk to them before seeing if she really liked them or not. After getting a final confirmation from each other if we really would be doing it, we agreed on a date with Destiny and Booker.
Many kinds of exciting preparations were done by us before the date. We had to select clothes for ourselves and we trimmed each other's pubic hair and had tons of fun while doing it. We fucked many times and felt overall jubilant about how good our relationship was. The normal rules did not apply to us. We could experiment a little outsides the common laws of relationships and it would not diminish the love we had for each other.
A swarm of butterflies was in my stomach when the actual day arrived. It was hard to get any work done as I was only thinking about how the evening would turn out. Messages from Amy confirmed she was equally nervous about it but more or less in a positive way. Something thrilling was about to happen and she was now waiting for it as much as I was.
We met Destiny and Booker over some drinks and hit it off instantly. They were dressed for the occasion and I liked what I saw. Destiny had a revealing dress on her and the shape of her body was promisingly on display. Booker was strongly built and his tight dress shirt gave a hint that he most probably was quite an active member of some local gym. Based on his looks I thought that Amy should not be disappointed.
With friendly hugs, they welcomed us to their table. Some electricity definitely was in the air and I thought I saw them checking us out with a similar approving glance than I had used on them. Since these guys had done this before I had a feeling it was mostly up to us if we would like to go all the way.
The more we discussed the more I liked them. Checking Amy every now and then I was pretty sure she was having similar thoughts. It felt quite probable that something would be happening tonight. Still, when Booker told us that they would have a private word with Destiny on the bar and we should do the same here at our table it all felt unreal. They were going to discuss if they wanted to sleep with us and I would discuss the same with Amy.
"So what do you think?" I asked Amy. But we knew each other so well that it was kind of obvious already. She still spoke the words,
