Sexy Swinging

She

2013-02-28T11:08:00.000Z

She rose from the putrid black stench, her eyes devoid of emotion, black bottomless pits.

I watched as she floated towards me, every instinct urged me to flee, turn my back on this monstrosity and save myself.

But all I could do was stand frozen to the spot, the carving knife held loosely in my hand.

Perhaps this is all I'd been waiting for, an inevitable future, an ending so purely evil that it's just too beautiful.

I dropped to my knees, surrendering, welcoming the deathly cloak as she swept towards me and began her descent into my skin.

She was warmer than I expected.

*She* is swinging. She's always waiting to catch me off my guard, to sweep me back into her clutches. I can feel her now, lurking in my shadows, pulling me closer. And this time I think I'm ready...............

SnS x

Our 'Rules'

2012-04-06T18:45:00.000+01:00

In order to swing successfully it's essential that you set ground rules first. Swingers know to respect and honour other couples rules. For each couple they'll be different, but the one thing that is always true within the community is that 'No' always means 'No'. We don't have many rules now (just 2), but for your inquisitive minds I've listed them here.

1. No unprotected intercourse between the opposite sexes, condoms are always used without exception. There was of course The Jacuzzi Incident and I must admit to still being a little unnerved when Mr. S. goes to play in the hot-tub, but the trust is continually being repaired. The lines do blur somewhat when we go down the route of group situations where bodies are piled high, fingers and tongues probe and explore indiscriminately. And also in same sex interactions when scissoring, doublenders and toys are involved, although hand sanitiser and condoms are sometimes used in these situations. To be completely safe in these instances is a logistical nightmare, just think dental dam and other such passions killers, which is why being STI tested regularly is very important.

2. No playing alone without the others knowledge or consent. It's not often that we play alone and it only usually happens when I indulge in girlie orgies, when we're with other people but still in close proximity of each other, or if either of us goes to fetch drinks during a group play (it can be very thirsty work). Mr. S. has played alone on several occasions, because it's one of my kinks to send him off to do so. But it's worth noting that in the early days I talked about not needing to be told that he was going to play alone. It seems I've now changed my view on this, but I'm not sure why. I will give it some thought.

Rules that have fallen by the wayside (in order of their demise):

I only play with women.
Mr. S. saves a hand exclusively for me (sounds silly now).
Not becoming friends with the people we play with. (we have some very good friends with benefits now).
No separate room swapping.
No playing with non kissing couples. (still not that keen).
No anal. (this happens rarely and is always with friends in a double penetration scenario).
No single guys.

As you can see, since we first set out on this journey our 'Rules' have evolved as our swinging antics have become less inhibited. But we've always had one Golden Rule that's unmovable - never change our rules when we're actively swinging. It can be very tempting to revise them in the heat of the moment, but we've learnt from experience that it's probably going to be regrettable in the morning.

SnS xx

Do You Want to See Your Swinger Name in Bright Lights?

2012-04-06T14:33:00.000+01:00

I received this email a few days ago. It's not something that I'd ever contemplate, in fact it's my worse nightmare (apart from the fact that I'm too old and in the wrong country). But maybe you'd be interested? If so, then please do let me know how you get on and Good Luck if you decide to apply.

SnS x

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Hey there. My name is Elle and I'm a casting director, based out of New York and LA. Some of my most recent projects include Man V. Food (with Adam Richman), The Voice and Randy Jackson's America's Best Dance Crew. I need help with my current casting project - trying to get the word out for a rather challenging talent search. If you could post something about my casting on your blog, or rather, if you KNOW anyone who might fit my bill, that'd be amazing.

About the project: I'm casting a reality program about swingers - real, unscripted, raw - for a major, national cable network. I've been called in to cast, research and learn the rules of swinging, how it works, who does it, and who might be right for the project. Here is my public casting call for blogs and websites:

* * * * *

"ARE YOU A SWINGER? Do you or do you know someone who lives a life of sexual adventure? Do you lead a rather normal or average life as far as the public is concerned - and swing behind closed doors? Do you think that America has it all wrong and needs to know the truth about your fantastic lifestyle? A national cable network needs you for a new series to help set the record straight!

REQUIREMENTS:
- Must live in the United States or U.S. Territories.
- Must be a swinger with a swinging spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend or partner.
- Must be between the ages of 18 - 35.
- Must be totally okay with compensation - woo!
- The more people involved, the better your odds. We want to tell your story and hear from your swinging community.

DATES:
Shooting begins in late April 2012; production dates TBA. Must be open or at minimum flexible with shooting schedule. It's okay if you work a daytime job, our production will also offer flexibility and accommodate!

TO SUBMIT:
All interested couples should respond to this casting call by email, Attn: Elle Tucker, Casting Director, Tucker Media at elle@tuckermedia.org. Please include first names only, a general location (county/city and state), and a short description of who you are and what you do. Understanding that privacy is an issue, please submit any questions along with contact information for further information about how we can help keep various aspects of your life confidential during filming. Submissions also MUST INCLUDE a contact email address and/or phone number. A member of the casting team will respond to all submissions in a timely manner. To help expedite a response, please only respond if you meet the required swinger criteria, in addition to having provided all of the contact information above. Applicants may also provide a photograph (optional). Preference will be given to swingers who are part of swinging group(s) that may also have interest participating."

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Thank you very much for possibly posting or reaching out to interested folks with my casting call. This is one of the most challenging projects that I've worked on. Any help or assistance that I can get with this talent search is much appreciated.

Thanks again! Hope to hear from you soon - take care.

--
Elle Tucker

Casting Director

Tucker Media, LLC

Just the way I feel

2012-03-15T11:58:00.000Z

You have the power to light up my day with just a simple smile,
A touch, a gesture of kindness.
Then why do you choose to abuse your hold over me,
To crush me by withholding all these things.
I live in a house full of people, yet I've never felt so alone.
I crave your touch, a hug, big strong arms to hold me, rough stubble on my neck.
But I'm dying inside, my smile is empty, my eyes bereft of light.

I can no longer play this game.
I can no longer go it alone.
Who will stop my self destruct.
Who will save me from myself.
I don't want to be alone.

Like a flower without water you're starving me of life.
You are my oxygen, my reason to go on.
I guess it's time for me to change, to break away.
Becoming reliant on you has it's downfalls, a bitter control.
My brain is washed of independence and I let it happen that way,
Even welcomed with joy the blanket of safeness engulfing me.

You're so close I could touch you now, yet you're a thousand miles away.
I could shout your name, but you wouldn't hear my voice.
All I ask is for a smile, a sign that you're still mine.
If this is The End, then I'm in for a rough ride,
I still Love You.
I don't want to be without you.
I don't want to survive alone.

Anonymity

2012-02-23T18:22:00.000Z

Today one of the things that I dreaded the most has happened. Someone from the swinging world has recognised me on Twitter. They were an acquaintance of ours for a number of years and have just recently become more of a friend. They seem like 'one of the good ones' and I'm sure they're very discrete and trustworthy, but I still feel uncomfortable that I never 'chose' to let them into my secret blogging world. I know it could have been worse, it could have been someone from the Vanilla world instead. But even so, I now feel extremely vulnerable.

In the 'real' world I'm a very secretive person. I rarely let anyone get close to me and only Mr S knows me completely. I do have a couple of special friends whom I confide in, but only a little at a time and always on my own terms. An utter and complete contrast to how I behave in this blog, here I feel completely uninhibited and able to bare my soul without holding anything back. My anonymity surrounded me like a padded cell, cushioned me from the backlash of the inevitable disdain that I'm convinced I'd receive otherwise.

On reflection 'they' probably don't even see my discovery as anything important and I guess my panic reveals more about my personality than I'd like to admit. I'm not ashamed of what I write here, a little embarrassed maybe. The truth is that I think I'm ugly, not physically, but mentally. I think I'm slightly fucked up, damaged goods, a little unhinged and probably not a very nice person deep down. Therefore I don't believe that anyone could possibly like the 'real' me, I mean, even I can't sometimes, so how anyone else is expected to is beyond me. Now someone whom I haven't chosen to confide in will know my most intimate thoughts, my crazy ramblings and that really scares the shit out of me.

Apart from the 'me, me, me' part, I also feel that I'll now have to be extra careful about who and what I write about. I would hate to insult or upset anyone. I always change people's names and all the obvious details, but is that really enough to keep them safe now?

I could start damage limitation, close down (or make private) this blog and twitter, start over again under a new name and be more protective of my identity. But I'm not going to just yet. I will ride this one out, see how it goes and hope that the trust I've placed in 'them' to keep my secret safe, is well deserved.

Wish me luck and join me on Twitter @sexyswinging.
Sns x

The Invisibles

2012-01-17T14:06:00.000Z

Most people living in the Vanilla World have a very unrealistic perception of our lifestyle. Their only information, or rather 'misinformation', being that fed to them by the media. Therefore they tend to think that we're all crazed nymphomaniacs, devoid of self control or morality. But I can assure you that in the four years that we've been swinging we've met an array of people from all walks of life, most of which are just ordinary everyday people, living on the most part 'normal' lives.

Below are all the professions that we've met so far in this secret swinging world, some of which I think will probably surprise you....

Art dealer, air hostess, accountant, barrister, beautician, bodyguard, bricklayer, builder, business owner, butcher, car sales, care worker, car park attendant, CEO, city banker, chiropractor, doctor, dominatrix, domestic engineer, diving instructor, electrician, escort, farmer, fire fighter, funeral director, gym instructor, head teacher, holiday representative, IT consultant, journalist, life guard, lorry driver, madam, managing director, mistress, MOD, model, mortician, nurse, nursery worker, office worker, pharmacist, photographer, pilot, pimp, plumber, pole dancer, pole fitness instructor, police officer, post person, property developer, prostitute, physiotherapist, receptionist, road worker, school teacher, shop assistant, shop proprietor, soldier, surgeon, taxi driver, train driver, tube driver, TV director, TV presenter, veterinarian. .

As you can see we silently walk amongst you, serve you, pamper you, look after your children, health, wealth and well being. We drive, fly and cater for you, live next door to you and perhaps we may even have enjoyed sex you?

SnS x

Submission of the Conscious Mind

2011-03-03T14:20:00.002Z

Time to redress the balance, to put a few things right, banish my lifestyle struggles, or perhaps just end this journey forever? You see, I seem to have acquired very high expectations of late, ones that always ruin the night for me, ones that won't let me try anything new, nor allow me to test my boundaries. I constantly pass by the less than perfect specimen, turn my nose up at people who don't instantly make me swoon. I know, I know, who the hell do I think I am anyway?! Well no-one really, but in the three or so years that we've been swinging, Mr S has evolved and molded himself into what can only be described as an Adonis like physique. And that is by no means a complaint, but now I can't seem to find anyone, tall enough, fit enough, funny enough etc., who ever matches his mark.

But looking back, I think I've always felt this way? He's always been 'my all' and I've never really wanted other men have I? We just sort of evolved into the Full Swap scenario out of convenience. But now the novelty's worn off, I'm finding it even harder to get excited about any other man. And I don't like feeling this way. I want to fix it, one way, or another.

So tonight, just this once, I want to see if looks don't matter, if attraction is a just a fictional barrier built by my conscious mind. Tonight I'm being thrown to the crowd, fed to the baying wolves and allowing my basic instinct to take control, or rather allowing it to react and relinquish all conscious power and control.

The room is round and dark red in colour, almost womb like, soft, warm and welcoming. Mr S lays me down onto the circular bed and gently pulls away my silk kimono. My naked body quivers expectantly as the moist heavy air hits my skin. I smile at him nervously, attempting to read his eyes. I open my mouth to begin a question, but he presses them closed with his finger, then gently guides a blindfold over my eyes.

He leans into my ear whispering, "Goodnight. Sweet dreams. I'll be back for you later." I hear him walk away and the door close gently behind him.

Naked and alone, I feel vulnerable, yet excited at the prospect of 'them' arriving. The rules - to remain blindfolded whilst I'm fed upon by an endless supply of obliging men. Then I'll know, know if I can enjoy carnal pleasure, faceless, loveless sex. I will know if this lifestyle is really for me.

So here I am, the sacrificial lamb. Spread out as an orgy room platter, awaiting my fate. But I'm not sure how to arrange my bare body, I lie on my back, legs crossed and hands laying protectively over my stomach. Now that's not very appealing I think, as a picture of my road kill body springs into my mind! I decide to lie on my side, head propped up on one elbow, but do I look too confident now, too contrived perhaps? But before I can redress the situation, I hear the door slowly creep open, hushed voices and the sound of several feet approaching me.

I physically freeze, my heart lurches into a thousand beats per minute, threatening to burst through my chest. I sense them more closer, a warm coarse hand brushes my skin, then more, dozens maybe, begin to caress by shivering body. I try to relax, go with the flow, but my mind is screaming with fear, fractured with regret. I want it to stop, I want it to begin, I want to reach the end, but never want the journey to finish.

Someone grasps my wrists, raises them above my head, then ties them firmly with what feels like my kimono belt. I melt into the bed, helpless and submit my body and mind to the masses..................

SnS xxx

Kylie getting into the 'swing' of things?

2010-06-11T13:17:00.004+01:00

Click picture below to see Kylie's new video

A snippet, a mere morsel of things to come.......

2010-05-28T12:53:00.014+01:00

Long silk legs draped around his neck, pert juicy breasts, fleshy nipple in his mouth. I love nothing more than watching my husband pleasure another woman. I marvel, fixated on her face, watching her expression melt into ecstasy, as he eases himself into her. Slowly at first, pushing deep inside, filling her with his size, so beautiful to share. Her hands slide over his taunt muscular body, feeling his strength, drinking in his dominant form.

I sit in the corner, perched on my chair, a dirty grin spread upon my face, as I savour the stunning display unfold before me. Rhythmic, sultry, stirring the animal within. Resting on his hands he moves above her, thrusting slowly, dipping every now and again, to take a nipple into his mouth, or flick a tongue over her begging lips. A moan escapes from deep within her and I sense the first orgasm approaching. My cunt is ripe and glistening, juices dripping slowly onto the upholstery as my desire increases. I slide my hand between my legs, brushing by my swollen clit as I slip a finger inside, then another two, and gradually begin to ride myself.....

SnS xxx

Lost in Confusion

2010-03-15T12:00:00.003Z

Once bitten, twice shy, or drink from the devils cup and pay forever more?
I've been under a sea of bodies, trying to hide my shyness,
Finding myself helplessly witnessing a car crash of an alternative lifestyle.
Being repulsed and recoiling in horror,
Then surprising myself with my brashness, my trashy mouth, my madness.
Everything, anything to cover my revolt.

Why must I always set unachievable levels?
I am not looking for a life partner.
I am not looking for a forever friend.
Then why must I insist on tall, lean & handsome?
Why can't I just settle for short, fat & ugly?
I hate the shallow, I mean, who the hell do I think I am anyway, some kind of gift from the Gods!
I think not, more of an emotional wreck to be avoided at all costs.

I really want to enjoy, believe me I've tried.
But it's so forced, I come away feeling trashy, dirty and unhappy.
More times I've felt pain, more hurt than joy.
Why not just close my eyes, shut it all out and concentrate on the pleasure that engulfs me,
See the beauty within and feel my pleasure grow?

Why, oh why, can I not abandon myself?
Take what's on offer, lower my standards and enjoy what could so easily be mine.
But every time I look inside my head, I find a mass of confusion, a winding track of shit,
I'm entangled in a state of confusion, imprisoned by my own unattainable goals.

Tell me how I can become less shallow?
How can I get past the trivia, bypass the shell, and just enjoy the flesh?
Tell me how to be a good swinger, teach me all you know.
Help me to get over all these hurdles I've formed.
And once again, enjoy the abandonment that I so freely expressed in the early days.
Tell me how, how I can get back to where I want to be................

10 Things I Love About You

2010-02-26T11:26:00.008Z

Your Tenacity
I love the way you're able to see everything through to the bitter end, no matter how fed up of doing it you are. You always finish what you've started, before moving onto something else. You could never be accused of being a quitter.

You are a Provider
I love how you provide selflessly for your family, working all day, then again at night, building us a home, making everything comfortable for us, building us a future. I love the house that you've built us and I love the life that you've provided for us. Thank you.

You are Reliable
I love how I can always rely on you to be there. You never go off on 'flights of fancy', never go off the rails, or have emotional turmoil. I can always depend on you. You’re a solid and constant source of reassurance. Just what I need to stay grounded.

You are Practical
I love the way that you can fix anything, cars, antiques, chairs, jewellery, you name it, you can fix it. I've never know anyone so talented, so capable with their hands. You are a real 'doer', an ants in your pants whirlwind of creativity!

You are Intelligent

I love how clever you are, the way we can talk about things together. I love your deepness, the way you can work things out easily. Anything that I don't understand, just seems pure simplicity to you.

You are Handsome
I love the way in which you take care of yourself, sculpture your body and build your muscles. I love that you are lean and athletic, strong and powerful. I love the touch of your body, the hardness of your form. I love your masculinity, your strong jaw, deep set eyes, your rugged hands and of course, that which resides between your legs!

You are a Fantastic Lover
You know how to turn me on, every time without fail, even persuading me when I'm not really in the mood. I love how you are an adventurous lover, always willing to try something new, never shying away from 'out of the ordinary', forever pushing the boundaries. I love how you always give more than you take, instead gaining pleasure from giving. Our lovemaking has never been surpassed and I believe it never will be.

You are Thoughtful
I marvel at your thoughtfulness, the little things that you do for others. Breakfast in bed, handpicked flowers from the garden, a beer for a buddy, making a fire before you go out. You could never be accused of being selfish.

You Understand Me
I love how you understand me and really know what makes me tick. You know all my complexities, every inch of my psyche, every quirk, every twist and turn of my ever changing personality. I love how you won't ever let me retreat completely into my shell, won't ever let me self destruct. No-one in this world has ever come close and I believe no-one ever will.

You Love Me
I love how you love me, even though you know my darkest secrets, my biggest mistakes. You even love me when I'm at my most unlovable, pushing you away, withdrawing into myself. You never give up on me, never reject me and always want me, warts ‘n all.

These are just 10 things that I love about you, but there are many, many more.

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS, Mrs S xxx

A Shadow of me

2010-02-22T11:09:00.013Z

My head's all messed up,
I feel like I'm living a constant test and always falling short.
Will I never be good enough for you,
Never live up to your expectations.
You want me to be something that I'm not,
Another type of person, not who I really am.

I feel I'm not good enough,
Too loud, too wild, too brash, too much for you to take.
But who am I, if I'm not myself?
Always watching my words,
Forever curtailing my actions and keeping my guard.
I wish you were happy with what I am,
I wish you wanted me for who I am.

I'm too tired of trying now, worn out by all this pretence.
My heart is heavy, my mind swimming in sorrow.
Something's changed, we don't seem to click like we used to.
I don't seem to be able to jump the hurdles that you set any more,
Just fall flat on my face at every stage.

Is it me?
Did I use to brush myself down and try again,
Always eager to please.
Only now too trampled, too exhausted to haul myself up and reach your mark.
Or is it you?
Have you changed, become more demanding,
Always wanting more.
Constantly moulding me into the one that you really desire.

I want us to be happy together.
I want to be The One.
I just don't see a way, to be everything that you need.
I have failed you, have given you my all, but it's just not good enough.
I can't change the whole of me and keep my sanity.
And I'm sorry that I agreed to try.

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” - Dr Seuss.

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” - Dr Seuss.

Valentine

2010-02-14T11:01:00.000Z

My sweet Valentine, my only love,
This special day, reserved for lovers,
I share with you and a whole bunch of others!
Prepare to jump into a writhing pit of bodies,
A glistening mass of fornicating sinners.
For this is our Swinging Valentines Day.

Why be selfish with the flesh,
Instead taste the delights that others so freely have to offer.
Drink from the poison fountain and taste the forbidden fruit.
Don't be clouded by emotions, just take what's given,
And read nothing more into those physical pleasures.

I'll watch as you pleasure others,
And delight as they lead you down the path of temptation,
Carnal desire, so pure, so raw, so intense.
But our love remains, grows even stronger.
What greater confirmation than that of a lover,
One who is set free, only to return with greater vigour.

My Valentine gift to you, is that of freedom,
A release for your mind, body and spirit,
Make of it what you will, mold it into what you need.
And my gift from you, will be that of your return,
Your choice of me above all others.

SnS xxx

Since I've been gone

2009-05-07T20:33:00.007+01:00

Has it been 7 months already? How time flies when you're having fun. Mr S and I are still swinging.................just about (I'll explain later).

Throughout my hiatus this blog has been a constant niggle in my mind. I'm not completely sure why I gave it up. I do know that I'm frightened of being 'exposed', being found out and being labelled a swinger in my community. But I have missed you so much and think I'm ready to return now.

I've so many tantalising stories to tell, I love to write, but just wish sometimes this blog was more mainstream, something I could shout about in the vanilla world. Come to think of it, I can't even share my creativity within the 'lifestyle', I don't think many people would be very impressed with being so frankly written about? Although Mr S is pretty cool with it x

But I can't keep away anymore, I need to share with you, I want to share with you, my most intimate of adventures again.

Now, where shall we begin? Where we left off perhaps and recount in order? Or shall I feed you the cream of the crop, indulge your sexual hunger immediately?

Weekend Date

2008-10-31T21:10:00.003Z

Tomorrow night we're meeting a couple for a private date. We met them at a club a few weeks ago, but didn't get to play and they've been chasing us ever since! They are a down to earth, honest and open couple. She is tall, blonde and of an athletic build. He's dark, lean and very likeable. I'm looking forward to having some fun with them, and am really in the mood for some voyeurism, especially as I know Simon likes to watch too.

Lately I haven't really wanted to participate with anyone else. We visited a club last weekend and spent some time with another couple we'd met (talked with, but not played with) before. She flirted with me and had a little play, but I didn't really reciprocate. I felt inhibited, unsure and shy. I just wanted to be with Mr S, both physically and emotionally. I felt like we needed to reconnect. We've suffered quite a lot of family disturbance just lately, anyone with teenage children will probably understand where I'm coming from? And instead of pulling together, we've tended to clash and pull apart. But now I feel we're back on track and ready to bring other people into our recreational lives again.

Up until now I have been very wary of making friends with any of our sexual playmates. Throwing emotions into the mix, for me anyway, tends to muddy and complicate the waters. And so far I've tended to compartmentalise sex and emotions. I'm aware, that even in my vanilla life, I tend to keep people at arms length, letting them 'in', up to a point, which when reached, triggers my shutters, cutting them off abruptly. I do eventually reconnect with them, but as anticipated (and probably intended), the friendship is never quite the same. I know when I'm doing this, but am not inclined to prevent it. I think it may be a form of self preservation, doubting that anyone will continue to like me once they get to know the 'real', complete me? And by shutting them off, I keep a little bit back, no chance of rejection, unless by my own induction.

Anyway, I really like this couple and despite numerous push backs, they keep returning. Hopefully it will be a pleasant return into the lifestyle. So I'm going to proceed with caution, allow the friendship to bloom, but stay aware of the possible consequences.

So spare me a thought tomorrow night won't you and in turn I promise to update you asap ;o) xx

Where have you been?

2008-10-06T14:27:00.005+01:00

I was sad, so I stayed away,
I doubted myself, and didn't want you to think me weak.
I had begun to wobble, ever so slightly,
And it was so very far to fall,
From the pedestal you'd put me on.

I was supposed to deliver the goods,
But they weren't forthcoming.
And what was happening to me,
Was too close to my heart, was private,
And was not to share.

Alas, as ever, so full of excuses,
The truth is, I was frightened to succeed,
So I sabotaged myself.
So much easier to cope with failure,
So comfortable with, "just not good enough".

Because after success, what then?
Where would we go, what would we do?
Still I fear it more than ever.
Never comfortable with basking,
The boredom would set in.

But I missed you, I really did. I really do.
And you didn't turn away, kept on coming back.
So may we try again, allow me to please once more?
Climb back up that pedestal, just halfway,
Then slow creeping baby steps to the top?

SnS xx

FetLife - kinky networking

2008-07-18T18:16:00.004+01:00

I just thought I'd tell you about a great social networking site with a difference - FetLife.

What is FetLife? Here's what they say:

FetLife is a social utility, like Facebook and mySpace, but designed specifically for the BDSM & Fetish community. FetLife makes it easy for you to stay in contact and keep up-to-date with what has been happening in the lives of your kink friends.

We are 100% Pervert Certified. Everyone who works on FetLife has been rigorously tested and found to be big pervs… and we think that is a good thing.

It's quite a new site, December '07 I think, but numbers are growing fast and it's free to join.

Like the other Vanilla sites, you're free to personalise your profile, but here's where the similarities end. At FetLife you can be very explicit with your pictures, writings and links. So head over there now, express yourself and free your kinks!

Hotwife part 2

2008-07-14T15:00:00.002+01:00

If this is your first visit, then you might like to read part one of this story first.

For those who've been waiting, "Apologies, finally it's here. I hope it's worth the wait xx"......

As we reach the top of the stairs, I turn to Mr S. and with a dirty grin on my face, push the door to Nigel's bedroom open. The room is dimly lit with a bedside lamp. Nigel is laying with his back to us but jumps up a little startled, as we reach the side of his bed.

"Hello!" I say, smiling warmly, "This is Mr S's idea, can we join you?"

With a slightly shocked look on his face, Nigel replies, "Sure!" And moves the quilt aside for us.

I lay down next to him, Mr S. remains standing, we are all naked.

"Hmmm, what do we do now then?" I inquire, feeling a little awkward.

"I think Nigel should start, don't you?" Mr S. replies, gently stroking my body and beckoning Nigel to join him.

Nigel doesn't need asking twice and begins to gently kiss and caress my body.

Sandwiched between the two of them, I can't help but marvel, "Wow, this is really weird!" I giggle, "But in a good way," I add, not wanting to stop the fun.

I take Mr S. into my mouth, as Nigel moves down my tummy, spreading light kisses over my skin. As he nears my pussy I raise my hips to greet him, not feeling in the mood for any teasing tonight. He reads my signals wonderfully, flicking and licking my lips, then delving his tongue as deeply as possible into my already soaking hole. I gasp with pleasure as the first orgasm quickly hits, this guy really knows how to use his tongue!

I feel like a vixen, I feel like a whore, who's adored, wanted and lusted after. I never thought I'd feel any of these in a mfm (male-female-male) scenario.

Mr S's cock tastes delicious and I sense his enjoyment, as he thrusts it deeper into my throat, causing me to gag a little, then withdraw. I moan loudly and grit my teeth as I release a gusher of an orgasm. I hear Nigel splutter a little, then gulp it down, as unperturbed he continues, making me flood his mouth time and again with my juices. I ride the waves of pleasure with complete abandon, allowing them to engulf me entirely, until I can hardly take anymore.

Sensing my need to rest, both men slow and ease their sexual onslaught on my body. I lay panting, still consumed by my own ecstasy, until slowly I begin to return from my euphoric ride.

Finally regaining a grip on reality, I ask greedily, "Right then, what's next?!"

"What do you want to do?" Mr S. asks me.

"Oh, I think you should decide. It's your idea, you're in charge. You decide.'"

And I really do mean it, I'd be happy to get up and leave now. But I'm not happy making any decisions during this potentially explosive situation.

Mr S. looks at me lustfully, then replies, "I think Nigel should fuck you while I watch."

"OK," I smile, rather pleased with his decision.

I reach up for Mr S. kissing him passionately, as we wait for Nigel to put his condom on. I feel Nigel enter me, then begin to fuck me hard and fast. I guess he worked out how I like it quite early on. I take my husbands rock hard cock into my mouth again, as I continue to enjoy the climaxes from another man.

Unlike Mr S., Nigel doesn't allow me to rest between orgasms. It's a dance we've perfected together over the years, but Nigel doesn't know the steps and I can hardly cope, with wave after wave of deep ecstasy.

Finally I manage to catch my breath, "Is this what they call being spit roasted?" I enquire.

"Kind of," Mr S. replies.

I guess I'm not in the correct position to be truly spit-roasted. As I'm lying on my back, with Mr S. sat to my right, his cock in my mouth.

Nick pushes my legs up and I drape them over his shoulders, allowing him to enter me more deeply. As the next orgasm reaches its crescendo, I straighten my legs up above his head. He responds by grasping them with both hands, then pushing his weight against them, while still thrashing away at my pussy. With one hand, Mr S. grabs both of my ankles and holds them back for Nigel.

Wow, this has to be one of the most erotic moments I've ever experienced. My husband holding my ankles, so that another man is free to fuck me harder and deeper than before.

I feel overwhelmed with the amount of orgasms that I'm experiencing, and am completely lost within the surreal surroundings. Yet strangely I begin to feel empowered and want to change positions, lying on my back is my most hated position! I break my legs free, grab Nigel by the shoulders and push him away from me. I then flip myself over onto all fours, grab Mr S. and push him provocatively off the bed, into a standing position.

I take him again into my mouth, as Nigel positions himself behind me. As he begins to enter me again, I'm engulfed by a sense of feeling powerful yet 'used' and very, very dirty. Especially as the realisation hits that I've just experienced a very major switch.

"Now that's what you call being spit-roasted!" Mr S. exclaims happily, as he peers down at me being fucked by our friend.

Both men continue to caress and please me, causing me to climax continuously without rest. My pussy and mouth being rammed hard and fast, my juices dripping sluttishly over their hard cocks.

Finally between orgasms I manage to gasp, "Enough! I can't take any more, I'm fucked!" Then proceed to untangle myself from my lovers and collapse back onto the bed exhausted.

"Wow, what a lovely surprise," Nigel exclaims, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Mmmm it was all Mr S's idea. He's completely blown me away," I reply, gazing with awe into my husband's eyes.

I sense that Mr S. is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and return to our room, still horny as hell and ready to fuck the night away together................

~

OK, so maybe you won't see the significance of this development. I mean, I've had sex with other men in the presence of Mr S. (2 to be precise), but it's always been as a foursome. This time however, there was nothing in it for Mr S., other than the satisfaction of seeing me being turned on by another (he's not an avid voyeur like me).

Ironically, it wasn't the man between my legs that turned me on the most, it was the one within my heart. The one who shared me with another for my pleasure, for my own satisfaction. My sexy selfless husband, who instigated and choreographed the whole exciting adventure. I'm still blown away by it all now.

Through all our swinging experiences, this has to be one of the most unexpected so far. And it's all to do with Mr S. and I. I've finally 'got it', this swinging lifestyle is 'all about us', giving and receiving pleasure, doing things to please one another.

However, he has stated that it was a one off, never to be repeated again. Shame, but I wonder if he's familiar with the phrase 'never say never again'?......................................

Fleshbotted

2008-07-10T22:59:00.005+01:00

Wow, thanks to Always Aroused Girl, I've been Fleshbotted and it feels fantastic!

So.....'A very wet and warm Hello,' to all those who've arrived from there. I hope you'll stick around and come back for some more of me soon xx

Now, I must get my act together and finish part 2 of the Hotwife post.........................

sns xx

Hotwife

2008-07-02T13:08:00.003+01:00

The title says it all really. I have been blown away, my world tipped on it's head and spun around at 100 miles per hour, then dumped back down again.........

The party was pretty uneventful. I greeted Claire with sincere warmth, there were no feelings of jealousy, anger or resentment. I was truly pleased to see her.

We had some pleasant soft play with another couple (story to follow). Then when everyone had gone home, Mr S. and I decided to grab one of the bedrooms and sleep over. With our host Nigel, sleeping in the bedroom above.

Undressed and still horny as hell, we climb into bed and I immediately mount Mr S., taking him greedily up to the hilt. We begin our lovemaking passionately, me nibbling his lip, to let him know the mood I'm in. Him responding by grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back, just enough to tip me over the edge.

Once my breathing has calmed a little, he pulls me close into him, using my hair as a rudder, then whispers seductively, "Do you want two cocks?"

Now, if there's one thing that sends me spinning into a sexual frenzy, it's talking dirty. "Mmmm, yeah!" I respond, bucking a little harder against his hard cock.

"Would you like two cocks inside you, one in your pussy and one in your mouth, banging away? Two men giving it to you hard?"

"Oh yeah, that sounds sooooo good." I'm beginning to get 'lost' now, as my imagination runs riot with luscious visions of being used and abused under my husbands instruction.

"Why don't you go and fetch him then?"

For a moment, I'm confused, as I scramble to make sense out of his request, "Uh? Who?......................Nigel?!"

"Yeah, Nigel, do you want him inside you, fucking you?"

Wow! This isn't our usual dirty talk, it's normally him telling me how he's fucked another woman. But hey ho, you know me, I'll try most things once! So playing along I respond, "Mmmmm, yeah. I'd like to feel him deep inside me, fucking me while you watch."

"Go and get him then."

I'm unsure where this is leading, is he just talking dirty, or is this something he really wants? I decide to play it safe, "No! He'll be asleep now." And as if on cue, the floor above us creaks!

Encouraged by the movement upstairs, he fucks me faster, gripping my hair and pressing my face against his, "See, he's still awake, why don't you go and fetch him?"

OK, so I guess this is real. I've never wanted to do the single bloke thing before. Hell! I don't even really fancy men, other than Mr S. of course. And he's always been adamant that it would never happen. So aware of all these facts, but beginning to like the idea of being so slutty and naughty, I reply, "No, I can't. You have to gift him to me."

And at that very moment I feel an overwhelming sense of love from him, this man, who until now had been very insecure, has somehow become the most sexually self confident person I've ever met. The amount of love, understanding and complete trust it takes to be able to share your spouse with another is achievable only by a few and now my beautiful, devilish Mr S. has reached that point. "God you're blowing me away, you must love, and trust me so much. But you have to start it, if you want it to happen... God I love you so much."

Relentless in his request, he repeats again, "Go on, go and get him, so I can watch him fuck you."

"Don't tease me Mr S. you know you shouldn't say these things to me, 'cus you know I'll do them."

"Go on. Lets do it, let's do it......" he repeats over and over again, matching the rhythm of our fucking.

Now we're serious, I think this really might happen, "Are you serious? You really want to?" I hold my breath as I await his reply, hoping he hasn't changed his mind, praying that this isn't a trick, or some sort of test.

Finally he gives his answer, "Yeah. I do, if you do...................Do you want two cocks?"

OK, even if I didn't want it before, I really do now. We're both willing, we're both ready, so I give the only answer available to me, "Yes." I whisper, "I do."

With this, I jump off him, take his hand and lead him out of the bedroom and up the stairs towards Nigel's room................................

Hotwife part 2

Swinger Jealousy?

2008-06-27T11:43:00.006+01:00

We're going to another party this weekend, it's being held by one of our swinging friends. But, as usual, it's not as straight forward as it should be for me. Claire will be there. I was well aware of this when I decided we'd go, in fact I was feeling eager to see her and Mr S. together again.

But as the time draws near, I can feel the panic rising within me. I don't blame Claire for what happened~~, well, no more than 50% anyway~~. But I'm apprehensive about seeing her again. I feel no pain about the incident anymore, but I do tut and shake my head disapprovingly when it comes up in conversation with Mr S. He is, as always, very clued up on my feelings and is well aware that he needs to tread carefully on this one. So far he's given me lots of reassurance and has vowed to stay well clear until I'm happy with the situation.

"After all," he says "this is about us, you and me. You're the one I love, the only one who turns me on completely. Nothing compares to what we've got together, it could never be this good with anyone else."

I couldn't ask for more, it's all up to me and for that I'm really grateful.

But I know Mr S. is delighted at the prospect of fucking Claire again and who could blame him? She is gorgeous, beautifully slim, with the largest, fullest natural breasts I've ever seen. Plus she's friendly, fun and knows how to fuck! Wow, he's in for a treat for sure. And I must admit to feeling extremely turned on when I think of them together. Such a shame she's straight!

Sooooo, how will I react when I see her again and then, if/when I see them 'together? I definitely don't want to cause a scene and hope that I'll be able to suppress any negative emotions, as and when, they raise their ugly heads? However, as you can probably tell from my posts and comments, I don't usually shy away from speaking my mind and detest unfinished business. This time though, should I leave everything unsaid, ~~or is it best to take her to one side and have a little 'chat'? But there's a time and place for everything and this might not be it..............~~

But to be fair to Claire, she did nothing to me. She didn't betray me, hurt me, or break any promises and she wasn't aware that what they were doing together was forbidden, but Mr S. did. So, she really has nothing to answer for, she owes me no explanation, no apology. Nothing.

Aha! Writing this post has allowed me to work through my tangled mass of emotions and helped me realise, that what I'm really afraid of, is digging up all those ill feelings I had towards Mr S. Now that I can deal with!

That's sorted then, settled in my head. I can now look forward to a fun packed evening full of lust, desire and hot sex! Oh and I forgot to mention earlier, if things do get a little heavy, I have a few distractions to keep me preoccupied, in the form of three hot ladies who I've previously had the luxurious pleasure of .......

Wish me luck!

I Kissed A Girl

2008-06-25T11:21:00.003+01:00

Lame and lazy post, but you gotta love this right? Thanks lettuce xxx

Misconceptions

2008-06-17T17:56:00.001+01:00

Okay, okay I was wrong to worry about attending the party. I didn't get thrown to the lions and came out all in one piece. The nymphomaniac couple that I was so scared of, were lovely and far too busy to make a play for either Mr S. or myself!

Everyone was really friendly, with a few nervous newbies, so the mix was just right. There were a couple of ladies that I found very attractive, but they weren't interested in me at all (I really hate it when that happens!).

Anyway, we didn't do the full swap thing, but had some lovely soft fun with a couple we've played with before and an extremely attractive lady who decided to join us.

Details to follow.........

Lamb to the Slaughter

2008-06-14T17:34:00.003+01:00

I feel like a lamb embarking on my final journey to the slaughter house. We're attending a party tomorrow afternoon, an intimate affair with just ten or so couples. The trouble is, all of these swingers are extremely experienced, with one couple verging on complete sex addiction. This particular couple frequent clubs and parties every single weekend, with private dates and IM every other day of the week.

Mr S. is extremely attracted to the woman and has her firmly in his sights. I don't think I'm coping with it too well, I feel a little out of my depth, or perhaps out of control, is that it? The fact that he wants to fuck her is OK, I'd really like to watch, but there's no way I want to get involved. If I'm honest she scares the living daylights out of me! I don't want to be another notch on her bedpost, I want to keep my scalp firmly on my head thank you!

However, I haven't actually met this couple and they do seem very charming in their emails etc. So perhaps I shouldn't pass judgment until I've actually met them? And I'm sure once the alcohol and atmosphere begin to take effect, I'll cast aside these foreboding feelings and fling myself sacrificially at these nymphomaniacs!

On the positive side, two raging bi-sexual women, that I've had the pleasure of playing with previously, are attending. If I can stick with these two, avoiding the addicts and all the men, then a very happy bunny I will be. I'm still not completely happy with having sex with other men, it's not something that I desire, but more of a means to an end. Just reading that sentence back makes me feel incredibly sad, how little self respect I must have, to sacrifice my body like that?

Anyway, enough of the pessimism, this must be the norm in the FUBAR world of swinging? Wish me luck, and check back next week for the results xxx

P.S if I don't update by Monday evening, please send a search party out for me, because I may well have been eaten alive!

The Swingers

2008-06-10T17:54:00.003+01:00

As in life, swinging is made up of an eclectic mix of people. So I thought you might like a snapshot of some of those that we've met so far. Just out of interest, we've played with five of these couples, but only written about three. I'll let you work out which ones...........

Just to clarify, I've assumed that all the men in this list are straight. Although I could be wrong, as it doesn't appear to be readily acceptable within the lifestyle yet. I have only met one who was completely open about it.

The term 'bi just for show', relates to women who aren't really bi-sexual at all, but put on a show by kissy kissy rubbing titties! And no, I don't like these fakes much, they're a waste of my time and aren't usually any good at what they pretend to do. Harsh, but true, I'd rather they just came clean and stopped the wooden acting.

Steve & Marie (full swap, she's bi just for show) 45 and 39, married, been together for 7 years and have three teenage children by previous relationships. They've been swinging for 2 years and originally met people separately, but jealousy got in the way, now they just meet people at clubs. She doesn't really want to swing at all, but he does. When she told him her feelings, he basically told her to like it, or lump it. Love him or leave him. She says he's the love of her life, so she continues, getting immensely drunk each time. Swinging nearly split them up. I think it still might...........

Nick & Vicky, (not sure swap) 34 and 36, married, been together for 10 years and have three children under ten, one with special needs. They were brand new to swinging, visiting a club for the first time and only intended on soft swapping. They hooked up with an experienced full swap couple and went all the way with them. They've now left the lifestyle for a while, taking time out to reassess - and no, we weren't the full swap couple, we wouldn't do that to anyone.

Deb, (full swap, bi-curious) 45, married for 25 years, with three children in their 20's. She's been swinging for 5 years and meets her lover at swinging clubs, they work together, her husband thinks she's away on business. She ended up spending the majority of the night with another man, a stranger. Her lover left early, alone.

Shaun, (full swap) 36 married for 7 years with two children under 5. He's been swinging for 5 years with Deb above. He spent most of the night wandering around aimlessly on his own.

Kev & Kate, (full swap, she's bi-curious) 31 and 28 have been together for 4 years. They both need to snort coke before they swing.

Steve & Claire, (half full swap, she's bi just for show) 45 and 35, married and have been together for 12 years, they have two children under 10. They've been swinging for 7 years. He doesn't really partake in other women, doesn't even get hard. She fucks anyone and everyone, enjoys gangbangs, dogging, meeting separately and sometimes has unprotected sex. They meet people at clubs and via the internet. They are both completely happy with their scenario.

Jack & Valerye, (full swap, she's bi-sexual) 46 and 36, married for 12 years with two children in their late teens. They've been swinging for 2 years. They go to swinging clubs, meet couples locally and via the internet, and go on swinging holidays. She will never play in the club and he finds it hard to sustain an erection with any woman other than his wife.

Liam & Nicky (soft swap, she's bi-sexual) Young, mid 20's. Been together for 7 years. They swing about 7 times a year, in clubs only. She enjoys the ladies and giving multiple blow jobs. She seems to get more action than him, but he enjoys watching.

Bunny, (soft swap, she's bi just for show) mid 20's with one child under 10. Her husband lives abroad and encourages her to visit clubs alone. She preys on couples, playing with the women and teasing the men. She has a habit of upsetting women by being curt and somewhat rude. I'm unsure if it's intentional or not.

Pat & Kerry, (full swap, she's bi-sexual) 45 and 38, been together 2 years and swinging for one. She's incredibly driven by sex and very bi-sexual. He introduced her to swinging and rather wishes he hadn't now. She is incredibly jealous and finds it hard to see him enjoying another person, yet insists on being allowed to meet people alone. He just tags along really, accepting the monster he's created. They meet people at clubs and via the internet.

The Clique, (full and soft swappers, all the women are bi-sexual) age range between 26 and 46. A group of swingers who meet frequently. They all openly take drugs and lots of them, ecstasy, amphetamine, ketamine, poppers............. They party hard, but not necessarily play at all (probably too wrecked!). We didn't stick around to find out anymore about this crowd.

Mr & Mrs S, (full swap, she's bi-sexual) 36 and 38, been together 12 years and married for 7. They have 5 children, a mixture of teens and tots. They've been swinging for nearly a year. She's into it more than him. They meet people in clubs, parties and have just begun dating via the internet. She loves the ladies and watching her husband with other women, he just loves to fuck. They seem calm and grounded - I quite like this pair!!

Looking through the list I get the feeling that all is not well with many of these couples. Everyone in the lifestyle seems incredibly protective of it, chanting about how it 'Brings them closer together' and 'Makes their partnership stronger'. In parrot fashion, they relay how it can 'Enhance a strong relationship', but 'End a weak one'. But I do wonder how much truth is spoken. I mean, every time a swinging relationship ends, these people will blame its demise on the weakness of the relationship and not a consequence of the 'lifestyle'. But I'm not so sure, and how will anyone ever prove it, either way? Impossible I think. Which came first, the chicken or the egg, the swinging or the problem?

If you have any hang ups, you're told to stay away from it. Does anyone never have a shadow of a doubt, is anything 100%? The only thing guaranteed in this life, is that you're going to die! Swingers seem to be playing with fire, each in their own special way. Us included. Fueling obsessions, wants, needs or hanging on for dear life, waiting for the journey to end. Will Mr S. and I survive the burns, learn to love the ride in a masochistic way, or, will we just crash and burn, turning to ashes? Whatever the outcome, we have our eyes wide open and trust us, you'll be witness to every moment.