I am a swinger and no stranger to orgies and group sex or sex with strangers. However, I was a vanilla virgin until recently. For many swingers, vanilla means someone who is not a swinger. I met my husband when I was sixteen years old so I never played in the vanilla world as an adult. I belong to a swinger site and that is a comfort zone for me. My husband and I do things differently - we each have an account on the same site but play separately. We are open on our profiles that we are married and playing separately, and we note the other's user name on the site so everyone knows we do have permission to play.
I was like a kid in the proverbial candy store when I became a swinger. I am not even sure how high the body count is, maybe best not to know an actual number. I have experiences that have rocked my world and found all my inhibitions flow away and with the right person and the right circumstance, I am experiencing things I never imagined I would even consider. My mind has expanded, I have met the most diverse and amazing people, and my husband and I share our stories, try new things, and our already hot sex life has gone through the roof. I think I have the perfect life.
I never expected in this new world to have relationships. Many formers have become just friends, or remain friends with benefits. I also never imagined falling in love with another man but it happened. I learned, and so did my husband, that we have room in our hearts for more than one person and we can share that with each other. Can it be any more perfect?
By chance I met Levi in a club on the site, not even related to sex. Levi is the hottest guy and we have the wildest adventures together. He is my perfect match on all things intellectual, humor, political, philosophical, literary, and on and on and on. We also found that we share many fantasies, and then whenever we pitch one to the other, it instantly becomes a shared fantasy. He had this vanilla fantasy that we made come true in Vegas and it was so hot and wild!!!
The fantasy is this - the bar at the hotel we are staying at. I find a vanilla guy and flirt, Levi is nearby so he can watch me in action. I lure the vanilla up to the room and fuck, and as soon as he is done and gone, I text Levi and he comes to the room and we fuck like animals afterward.
Levi and I meet in Vegas once a month and for twenty-four hours or less we fuck ourselves ragged. We might catch a brief nap when the sun comes up. Our time is interspersed with repeatedly fucking each other, and talking like teenagers in love, and hitting a different sex club each time.
We tried the vanilla fantasy on one trip but I chickened-out. It hit me that there was the very real possibility of rejection and I could not go through with it. Plus, when we would be in too close proximity in a bar, people could pick up that Levi and I have a very palpable chemistry. Once a man to Levi after I had left that he should go after me as he could detect the chemistry. The fantasy did not happen on that trip but we happened on something neither one of us had ever considered or thought interesting, totally spontaneous, and had wild sex afterward so all was not lost.