First I wanted to say thank you from the encouragement that I have gotten from my online friends, and the people that have commented here. It does help to know that there are like minded people, or at least ones that will not judge me, for these activities.
When people learn about my lifestyle I get one of two questions. The first is how did this start? The second is who did I fuck last.
Because we are getting to know each other I think I will answer the first, for now 
I have not exactly been a prude all my life. At the same time, I was not a slut either. I had dated plenty of guys before getting married. My husband was my 9th lover. I have always enjoyed attention from men and at times was a bit of an exhibitionist.
In about our 4th year of marriage my husband suggested something I NEVER thought I would hear. If I recall correctly we were talking about my frequent travel and that I might get lonely at times. He said that if I felt like I needed it, and the opportunity arrose, I was free to explore territories as it were.
At the time I thought he was kidding. After a few more times of him bringing it up I thought he was insane!
Honestly the idea was somewhat exciting. I do get lonely sometimes. I find myself sitting in hotel bars, or cafes, in cities far away from home, and the idea had occured to me. However I never really considered it, it was more of a wild thought, something to stir my own imagination.
While on a vacation, and about a year after all this talk had begun a few things happened. The first major transition was while we were on vacation, living it up in the Caribean, an opportunity of sorts presented itself. We were at a little place, drinking, dancing, having fun in general. We ended up early on in the day sitting with a small group of people. I do not recall any of them well. It was hot, we were on the beach, drinking, and I was wearing a bikini. Nothing too sexy mind you, but I think I looked good.
As the day progressed and the drinks were flowing I got a little loose. There was a guy that was mildly flirting with me at the bar or while we danced about. At one point there was a conga line and he was behind me. The guy was not really that memorable. Kind of a bigger guy, dark hair, its about all I remember. Things got a little warmer in the conga line as we paraded around the place. His hands were taking every opportunity to touch me, and roam. It felt nice, I was drunk, and we were having fun.
Later he sat at our table. Everyone knew I was with my husband. However after talking awhile I got up for a bit and when I was back to the table, opted to sit on his lap. The people at the table seemed to have nervous looks, looking at me, looking at my husband. Nothing was really said about it, but you could see the tension.
My roaming hands friend continued his exploration, albeit quite discreet. Darren looked like he was going to cum in his shorts. I have to admit, it was extremely exciting. Hands had, at times, slipped a finger into my bikini bottom and touched me there. I was melting being in public, being touched, having my husband sit next to us, yet no one could really see what was happening. OMG!
For the day, and for roaming hands, that was as much that happened. You probably thought I let him fuck me. Remember, this was my first experience even considering a swinging experience. When we did get back to our room the sex with my husband was amazing. During a foreplay like session he asked how it felt to be wanted by another. During sex I asked him if he would really mind if our friend fucked me.
That was our plunge into the lifestyle. I did not have sex with anyone on that trip, aside from my husband, but it was not long before more adventures started happening.
More to come.
very natural of you, keeping on and treasure every single moment that you are having, anytime, anywhere
August 2nd, 2007 at 11:59 pmVery nice so far, I’m definitely intrigued to hear more.
August 3rd, 2007 at 2:42 amWhat’s In A Name?
Sammy Whitlow
“Call me Ishmael,” she intones as she unzips me, my boinging stiffness springing forth. Karina is the whale hunter; my boinger , the great white whale. Rouge sprinkled lips form into an ‘O,’ head swooping down, long brunette hair falls onto my lap. She engulfs my cock, the back of her throat snuggly clutching my white whale’s cherry tip. Wet, warm and ready to spurt, the wheezy tingle surrounds my loins generating an obliging moan. Nerves going spastic, I make eye contact with Lizbeth and Elwood. Not until flying purple pleasure arrived on the scene, during our winter vacation, could anybody give a wicked blowjob like my girlfriend.
I pet the silky shimmer of Lizbeth’s sweet ass as she swaps tongues, first with me, then Elwood, her beau of four years. As Karina drains my ambergris, she jerks Elwood, prepping his one-eyed monster for an oral bath. A feeling of buzz-fleecing joy trembles through my thighs. Pulsar quick, she dabbles down, grasping the mettle of the white whale’s nuts. Inching beneath the glossy yawn of Lizbeth’s undies, Karina’s fingers creep. Caressing this pillowy rump, I touch Karina’s fingertips. Beneath the secret yawn of Lizbeth’s panties, I taunt Karina’s attraction. Lizbeth’s moist drippings spread saturation throughout the thin silk. Girly glue. Hot testy female goo. Waiting to be licked dry.
Outside, icy Arctic gales howl around our winter palace. Inside, we have each other; our feast, a long lasting scrumptious banquet. Succulent. Tender libidos hang out, hankering famished, ravenous lust. Our yearning desire demands the naked truth: it ain’t worth it unless it’s raw. We gorge, gobbling up tidbits of glee. Pleasure’s appetizer. Elwood’s rhythmic humping jamming her, cramming me. Days of impoverished want, gone. Frost on the window mirrors outrageousness. Four of us swaying, snuggling in each other’s warmth. Settling for nothing less than total release, we stroke, cuddle and pant over the delight of making each other cum. Nothing holds us back. Reaching down to sponge her boyfriend’s balls, I ask Lizbeth the name of his big ten inch. Suction echoes as her lips let go of my throat. “It doesn’t really have a name,” she confesses.
In true pro fashion, Karina’s lips juice off the whale, scammering to deep throat Elwood’s ramrod. Kissy-kissy noises rhyme. She wants cock – a lot of it. And she doesn’t care what name is on it. This is no time for idle chatter.
“Well, we’ll have to give the darling thing a name.”
“Everyone deserves of a name.”
“A fitting name.”
Karina puckers up with a big Mm - Wahh. His cock reverberates like a diving board. “A nom-de-plume for the distinguished pecker,” she cackles. Her mouth reinstates itself on the quaking missile.
Elwood raptures a big load down my girlfriend’s throat. “Wha-a-a…ugh. Wow!” Karina pulls her head back, coughing jizz. Frothing bubbly love liquor drips down her chin. We all hug her, holding her dearly. Wiping her mouth, drying her teary eyes, massaging the nape of her neck, her magic throat and her erstwhile thinking cap.
“What kind of name?”
“I dunno,” she said, “if his is dubbed ‘Great White Whale…”
“Elwood’s ten incher naturally demands even greater celebrity,” Lizbeth laughs, wiggling her hips. Karina and I gently slide off Liz’s unmentionables. Karina’s luxurious mane then faces the mound, covering Lizbeth’s lower belly down to the thigh. “Let me think,” she muffles into the sultry pussy. Her busy thought process laps that clitty to a tizzy.
Easing back, Lizbeth spread eagle. Her rump leaning on the upholstery absorbing Karina’s furious smooch – licks that stimulate and sting Lizbeth into a frenzy of whimpers. Legs twitch, feet curl, toes crinkle. G-spot quivers, tingles, edging toward multi-orgasm. She bites her lips, shouts, grunts bellows a bawl from deep within. Screams grow proportionately to the tongue-lashing Karina bestows. Her gyrating hips begin throwing themselves up and down with a violence to shake the ivories out of Karina’s mouth. My gal holds on – holds on for dear life, great huntress of the deep; wouldn’t dream of letting go of that bearded clam.. Karina’s face rides that galloping cunt like a restless spirit. A game of tongue-hockey played on a rink of affection. Irresistible craze emerges setting off the sacred jewel like a sparkler in the night.
“Oh, you!,” Lizbeth screams. “You, you, you! It Ti-i-ickles!”
Best orgasm she’s had yet. Definitely a benchmark event for the nerve-endings of Lizbeth’s little hard-on.
“My turn,” Lizbeth shouts. “I deserve pussy, too, ya know.”
With a mad leap, she dives into Karina’s love tunnel, cooing, munching and tantalizing all around the engorged clit. Adoring Karina’s sacred slit till she’s half daft. Pleasure mesmerizes my gal into a stupor. In firelight’s glow, my eyes dwell on the peaceful countenance of Karina. Her face lost in meditation — dwelling on having her pussy et. I’m fond of the understanding that good old girl-on-girl pussy smackin’ makes the wind to blow through their souls. Seeing her pleasured so makes me love her even more. Lizbeth is having the time of her life, tongue regularly zeroing in on the worship button, causing Karina to drift in and out of a dream. A dream of indulgence and jubilation.
When Lizbeth pulls away, chin dripping with love juice, they readjust themselves to get busy doing some pussy-grind. Without invitation, me and Elwood feed our cocks into their coaxing mouths. Taking turns rubbing our shafts over luscious allure – oozing nerve endings to the brink. Good old fashioned tittie-fuckin.’ Stopping occasionally to shift position, liberally rewarding their writhing twats with French kisses, turbo-sucks and gootchie-goos. While Lizbeth enjoys my irresistible Moby, she is much more keen on her beau’s purple headed ten incher – she likes wrapping her greedy fingers around the thick base, with the tip tucked between her lips, teeth massaging the outer rim of dick head, tongue encircling the pleasure center. She likes to keep her man jumping. Lizbeth has a handle on the ins and outs of pulling his excitement-wires. Neurons hook up to synapses triggering splash-urging cum showers. Again and again and again! Lizbeth gratifies, then swallows, keeping him on pins and needles. No doubt, the reason why their relationship is constantly revived and rejuvenated. They have joy — this couple adds sport to anybody’s orgy.
Throughout the night, into dawn, manic pussy grinding and serious dick licking is the focus of our fascinating foursome. Karina deep-throating me half crazy, Lizbeth tip-tantalizing Elwood’s tickle-prick. We do the slurp and hump, licking, giving hickies left and right, climaxing wherever hungry mouths meet flesh – and, hey it is everywhere, shimmering, sweating, sparkling in the snow enhanced moonlight. When the moon goes down over bare trees beyond our cozy nest, we’re still licking crevices and teabagging nut sacs. Sexed-up, energized fulfillment freaks, heartily living for the next orgasm. And the one after that and the…
Come morning, as the four of us drift into sleep, someone asks, “What’re we gonna call that cock?”
Name after name is offered, but none seem to clarify the beauty of such a sought-after bone. Karina even goes to the bedside cedar chest and retrieves a book of baby names. Abigail to Zack, we can’t come up with a name. Elwood just laughs, rubbing the tickly lavender knob.
Winter’s afternoon finds us sitting in the kitchen nook surveying a frozen lake through the window. Lizbeth makes an off handed remark about the sensation of having Elwood’s tangy dick in her mouth.
“It’s like having a flying purple pleasure pod come in to make an emergency landing on my kisser.”
No more needs to be said. Lizbeth’s own captivating ingenuity comes up with a moniker for her man’s cock: The Flying Purple People Pleaser. Now that the ladies name our whoppers, it is the responsibility of us guys to proffer respectful handles for their welcoming kitties.
The next time we nest, the girls have agreed to get down, making torrid love atop the white whale as I stretch out on my back, mouth drooling, waiting as Elwood prepares for another emergency landing of the flying purple pleasure pole.
The End
August 3rd, 2007 at 9:23 amWord count: 1358
Great story! I can’t wait to read more.
You illustrate my two absolute favorite things about swinging:
1. Sex with my wife is AWESOME after we’ve been with another couple or person.
2. During sex with my wife, we like to talk dirty about the people we want to fuck. It really turns us both on like crazy.
August 7th, 2007 at 12:22 pmCehck out nastiness
August 29th, 2007 at 6:24 pmhello, wow haha i read ur blog. i been given this link by ur husband. i just know him from DIA. hmmm u kinda bit naughty but well haha we have to have some fun in life aren’t we LOL :p
well keep on writing, it is great to read an honesty and open act and emotion of a person hehe.
cheers
January 19th, 2009 at 2:09 am