Sexy Swinging

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.

A Fisting First

2008-06-05T17:50:00.002+01:00

I'm back! Hopefully for good, still in turmoil, always learning, but with more tales to tell. I apologise to all my loyal readers, if you're still with me - Thanks and if you're not - I'll miss you. Oh, and if you're new - Hi! xx

A Fisting First

We're at a swinging club, in one of the couples rooms. It's dimly lit and filled with an enormous bed, that could easily accommodate twenty people. Mr S. and I get naked together, kissing and caressing each other. A couple approach us and I offer Mr S. to her, she eagerly excepts, taking him immediately into her mouth.

Myself and her partner lie back and drink in the display before us. After she's had her fill, she turns her attentions to me, snaking nymph like between my legs. She's a natural and I quickly climax hard, wearing the dirty smile only a woman can give me. I grasp her face firmly between my hands, raising her up to kiss me deep and greedily.

Forever the gentleman Mr S. inquires, "Don't you think you should return the favour now Mrs S?"

I smile back at him wickedly, "Mmmmmm, I think so!"

She is demure looking, almost innocent, but the lustful look within her eyes betrays this misleading façade. Beneath lays a hot horny minx. And watching her get comfortable, I wonder what pleasures are mine, as this gorgeous blonde beauty lays herself open in front of me, legs spread wide.

Mr S. has already warmed her up nicely, taking time to lick and caress her, whilst she was busy between my legs. Still, I begin gently, flicking my tongue over her pussy lips, very lightly, gauging her response. I slip a finger slowly inside her, gliding the remainder over her wet, silky smooth lips. They tantalize me, glistening sweetly, begging me to eat them up, to consume her entirety.

A second finger now, sliding beautifully within her. A lift of the hips encourages me to delve deeper, as she grasps her partner's hard cock and begins to suck him lavishly.

I feel a large hand glide between my legs, familiar fingers, precise, expert, without turning around I know it's Mr S, no-one can play me as exquisitely as he.

The four of us giving and receiving in unison, our bodies forming a long and beautiful, sexual chain. A pornographic display for a room full of eager voyeurs. All my senses are over run, I think I've finally found my paradise.

Three fingers now, but still room to manoeuvre, as she accommodates me obligingly. I continue licking and sucking her clitoris, the luxurious sensation of her flesh in my mouth is almost overwhelming, addictive. Her moans deepen and a single involuntary gasp lets me know I've hit the spot.

Four fingers now, I'm pushing my luck, I have a goal insight. Her husband watches with fascination, mesmerised as I slip my thumb in to join the others. She's lost now, revelling in a world without thought, a world filled only with reaction and bodily joy.

Using short, swift, but gentle rhythmical movements, I gradually ease my hand inside her, until my fist is completely engulfed up to the wrist. Here I rest, allowing her to stretch, become accustomed to the feeling of full. Her husband smiles at me, completely in ore of the spectacle before him, he leans over his wife, kissing her passionately.

Encouraged by her continued moans of satisfaction, I begin my fist fucking in earnest. I let her lead the way, knowing that each tiny movement is intensified one hundred fold for her. Her rhythm gains memento as she rides my hand in complete disregard for anything other than her increasing pleasure. Finally she lets out a fierce, almost tribal scream and I feel the waves of her climax as they grip and release my soaking hand.

I think this is one of the most erotic experience of my life. I feel powerful, dominant and in control, which is a new experience for me. Have I just experienced a 'switch?' Whatever it is I think I may finally be emerging from my restrictive shell. I remain still as she lays panting, returning from her erotic journey.

"That's not just two fingers is it?" she manages to ask through ragged breath.

"Erm no." I grin.

"Feel here." I take her hand, placing it around my wrist.

Sensing her change of mood I ask, "Do you want me to take it out?"

"Mmmm...slowly!"

With the greatest of care, as if handling the most delicate of butterflies, I begin to gradually remove my hand. Turning to her husband I gesture to him to help lick her dripping juices from my hand. Eagerly he obliges, completely overcome by the sexiness of the moment.

I love to be fisted, unfortunately Mr S has HUGE hands and on the rare occasions that we've been successful, the aftermath has not been worth the ecstasy (think post birth!) So we don't do it any more. Shame, I guess I'll have to wait until I meet a girl like me......................

Prejudice

2008-05-19T14:26:00.004+01:00

At the weekend I went out for a drink with some 'friends', girls from the neighbourhood. One of them brought up the subject of swinging, convinced that one of our neighbours was 'at it'. They all became highly animated, making jokes, pulling disgusted faces and spitting out condescending clichés .

"It's vulgar, how can they enjoy watching their husband shag another woman? They can't really care about him, or each other. Yuck, it's foul!"

I was speechless, I didn't defend the lifestyle or join in with their banter. I just sat there, staring into space feeling like a rabbit trapped in headlights, fearing the slightest move or unguarded word would seal my fate, give my game away.

"Oh but it's every man's fantasy to watch two woman together isn't it. And what are bisexuals all about anyway? How can they possibly fancy both?"

Squirming in their seats, pulling more faces, "It's not right, there's something mentally wrong with them!"

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I hoped that they didn't notice as my face turned an angry shade of scarlet.

"They're just sex fiends, doubling their chances of pulling!" they fall about, clutching their stomachs as raucous laughter erupts.

I nod, pull faces and shake my head accordingly, pathetic creature that I am. I want to shrivel and die, I want to run home into the open arms of Mr S, safe, excepted. These people are supposed to be my friends, these prejudice, judgmental people who are talking about me like I'm a freak, an oddity.

I'm crushed, I feel like jumping up and shouting, "Well guess what, I'm one of those freaks! Yes that's right you condescending bitches, you share your life with a swinging bisexual, who enjoys watching her husband bang other women. And no, I'm not mentally deranged and yes I do love him more deeply for it. So what've you got to say about it now huh? Will you still invite me into your home, let our children play together in my garden, or continue to share with me your most intimate secrets?"

But to be honest what would it achieve? I would be labeled a social outcast, with sniggering spiteful whispers behind my back, my kids cruelly taunted and teased by their peers. A sad sad fact that these small minded bigots are my friends, yet they will never know me completely.

I wish I could be honest with them, have them accept me for who I am, but that's never going to happen. I could turn my back, walk away and surround myself with like minded souls. But the thing is, apart from this instance, I really like these people, normally enjoy their company and have grown very close to them.

So instead, I choose to live in shame, guarding my secrets close to my heart for as long as possible. Unfortunately this only adds to the self loathing that I'm feeling at the moment and is yet another nail in my sexually repressive coffin.

My empty smile is the mask I hide behind.

Speechless

2008-05-08T14:20:00.002+01:00

I haven't gone away, I'm just not swinging or sexy at the moment............................

Dirty little secret

2008-05-02T11:21:00.010+01:00

Today I hate swinging.

It's dirty. As dirty as human shit smeared all over your deep tread trainers, "How you gonna get that out huh?"

It's seedy. As seedy as the pensioner who reeks of piss, pawing over the 19 year old prostitute he's just hired.

It's sad. As sad as the Hollywood legend desperately trying to recapture his youth, seeking the surgeon who will nip, tuck and stretch his body. Ending up a pathetic caricature of a previous self, believing in, "How beautiful the Emperors new clothes look."

It's soulless. As soulless as the job that requires you to robotically punch the same numbers in daily, regardless. tap, tap, tap............

It's degrading. As degrading as lying down and allowing anyone, everyone, to spit their hatred, their despise onto your naked body.

It's just fucked up. As fucked up as half the world living in gluttony, fat, ugly, greed and the other half barely surviving, fighting for food, for clean water, starving, dying.

Sinful. So sinful. I'm dammed to hell. There will be no redemption for me. I will be forced to lay on a bed of flames, as 10ft mechanical dicks split me in half, one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in my cunt. Fucking me over and over again, thrusting, stretching, ripping mercilessly.

Scream, scream, scream as they tear me apart, relentless, on, and on, and on. My body continually repaired, renewed, only to repeat this cruel cyclic gangbang once more, for eternity.

With a sick twisted smile dripping from his face, The Devil whispers, for only me to hear, "Dark dark torture, isn't this what you've been searching for, isn't this what you deserve? I'm just giving you what you've yearned for, but never found. The Devil will always deliver your darkest desires."

Sentenced to swim in a sea of madness, almost losing my mind, pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure, but not quite enough to be completely lost within. Not quite enough for the reality of my infinite fate to be absolved.

Today I hate swinging.

It's endless, it's addictive, seductive and enticing. Promises of adoration, promises of devotion, even if just for a moment, even if it's just make believe, insincere. Maybe this time I'll enjoy it, maybe this time he'll enjoy it. Next time might be different, there's always a next time. There's always someone waiting, someone willing to take you, to suck you, to fuck you.

The seductive allure of unfortold possibilities.

Today, I hate swinging.

Into prospective

2008-04-29T13:36:00.005+01:00

We've had some very sad news. One of our oldest friends died at the weekend. He was involved in a head on collision which killed him instantly.

Paul was 35, newly married, living life to the full. A real gent, who be greatly missed by many.

He was Mr S's closest friend, they grew up together, sharing their lives, from boys to men. He is devastated.

Obviously this puts many things into prospective and our swinging and its repercussions have well and truly taken a back seat.

R.I.P. Paul xx

A letter of love

2008-04-25T11:25:00.002+01:00

Nothing has changed, yet nothing remains the same. You took a chance, you let me go, gifted another man to me. I came back, full to the brim with more love for you than I ever thought possible. Nothing is lost, you have only gained.

Recently I'd whined "How come we never 'make love'? All we seem to do is 'have sex.'"

Well I was wrong. Every time for us is making love, I never realised that before. It's come to me like a bolt out of the blue.

Yes we've had the conversation before, you asking "What's the difference then?" Me staring blankly into space, without words, without an answer.

Well now I have one. There's a whole world of difference. When we unite, we make a connection, our souls meet. I hadn't realised it before. But now I've had 'just sex', I know there is no comparison to the entanglements we share together.

It was sex, just sex. I enjoyed it yes, but there was no 'connection', the sex and emotion where safely separated by a Grand Canyon of infinite proportions. It was a throwaway fuck, harsh but true. I used him for my pleasure, then waved goodbye. If it never happened again, if I never saw him again, then so be it. I couldn't care less.

They were a lovely couple, we enjoyed their company, we had fun, but sex wasn't a prerequisite, just an added bonus. Let's face it, we weren't short of other options and we got lots of lovely action without them, without doing a full swap.

The future? I would be happy to repeat, but I know that you aren't. So that is it, I'm completely content with that. You are my priority, don't forget that, without you this means nothing. Your crown is still intact, it sits steadily, there is no need to worry.

I am yours and only yours. Always. xxx

When swinging goes wrong

2008-04-22T01:07:00.005+01:00

Mr S is suffering. In his words 'he's been stung'. It's since the full swap the other weekend. I don't know how to console him, how to help him, how to guide him through it. He's such a hard person to read, sometimes I don't know what's going on inside his head unless it explodes.

He's upset because I got a little carried away with it all. After the full swap there was some more interaction, but between all four of us this time, (I'll share with you later ;o)). It was extremely erotic and by this time my hedonistic desires were rampant and the name, 'cock crazy tramp' would have suited me quite nicely!

When we finally unraveled ourselves from the pile of bodies that was our mini orgy, I thought Mr S instructed me to go into the next room and have sex with Kev again. But it was a misunderstanding, he really wanted us to get together. I must have misheard. So, as Kevin and I began to get down to it, Mr S became furious, mumbled something about 'not wanting to watch this', then stormed out of the room taking Kate with him.

After a few short minutes, we decided to start the arduous task of locating our spouses within the rabbit warren of the club. The longer it took to find them, the darker I became. I was upset because as far as I was concerned, he'd told me to do something, then flipped for no reason when I did it. My imagination ran riot, filling my head with various awful scenarios, each one worse than the previous. At one point I actually thought they'd left the building.

We finally found them tucked away in the jacuzzi, just silently sitting next to each other. As I entered the water Mr S stretched out his legs in attempt to pull me towards him, but I just thought he was trying to trip me over, which infuriated me even more! I resisted the urge to start a full scale row, but the silent daggers in my eyes and the simmering undertones in my body language said it all. The final straw layed, I tripped/half fell/stumbled and sat next to Kev instead.

Mr S and I exchanged silent looks, with him asking "What's up?"

But childishly I was unable to communicate my anger, for fear of never being able to contain the rant that surely would escape. Instead I gave Mr S another look that I hope conveyed my wrath and would be impossible to misinterpret.

Then in a feeble attempt to lighten the atmosphere, laughing loudly I chirped, "Look at you! Ha ha, you've still got your condom on!"

Half jokingly Kev replied, "I know, I didn't want to waste it. Want to jump back on?" Ashamedly I have to admit to taking him up on his offer, which of course exasperated an already volatile situation.

I know, I know, I'm cringing as I write, I can see it now. But at the time I was blissfully unaware that Mr S had a problem and misjudged it by miles. Unsurprisingly, seeing us together again, Mr S got up and left, using our 'safe' word before he departed. Well he thought it was our safe word, but he'd got it all mixed up with an alternative one! So I didn't realise that he wanted us to leave. It was only when he'd gone that I removed myself from Kev, and finally it began to dawn on me that there was trouble ahead. It's a poor excuse I know, but for me, the heady mix of sex and drink, dulls the intuition to corpse like proportions.

Eventually he did rejoin us, we did reconnect and the evening ended on a fantastic high, with just the two of us back at our hotel room.

We've talked extensively about this fiasco and have both taken responsibility for our actions, admitted that we were, at some point, insensitive and uncaring. Dealt with differently this whole nasty episode and it's aftermath could have been avoided. But it wasn't, so here we are dealing with the consequences. Again.

From what he's told me so far, he's not happy about the whole sharing me with another man situation. Swapping wasn't even the most pleasurable part of the evening for me. Being with and watching Mr S with other women was. He's also finding coping with my perceived abandonment extremely difficult. 'Choosing to seek solace in the arms of another man', which is not how it was in reality at all.

Of course I regret it all now, there's no way I'd purposely do anything to upset Mr S, or jeopardise our relationship. I don't think it's a good idea for me to 'do' blokes, because I'm incredibly blind to Mr S's feelings and become oblivious to the fallout that my actions may cause. When I'm swinging I find it very hard to step into his shoes and empathise with him. We're wired up so differently, if I see him sexually interacting with someone else I get turned on, but he seems to be the complete opposite (although there are some tent pitching exceptions!) Everything I've witnessed him doing so far has been fine with me. Except the jacuzzi incident which tore me apart. Emotionally, perhaps that's were he is now?

There's no point in doing this if it isn't fun for everyone and I rather fear that the enjoyment seems to be mainly mine. He says that when he's having sex with another woman, all he's thinking is "I want to be with my wife." I'm unsure of how true that is, it's a lovely thing to say, but it saddens me, making me feel like a manipulative bitch who's been on a selfish mission. However, in the next breath he'll say even though he's not comfortable with the full swinging, he really did enjoy the evening. Perhaps it just depends on where he is on his roller coaster ride?

I feel like I've let him down. I was stupid and insensitive, jumping in where angels fear to tread. He always says I analyse things too deeply, I think he's doing that now. I don't like him hurting, he's always been my tower of strength. I'm so unaccustomed to him being sad. He gets angry yes, but never really upset. I'm not sure what to do? I want to make it all better for him, but every time I open my mouth I seem to put my foot in it! Hopefully lots of reassurance, lots of love and time will help him make sense of the way he's feeling. Hopefully. What we have is far to precious to loose.

This is a rocky and treacherous road indeed and not one to be taken lightly. When we began this adventure I thought it would be peppered with wonderful erotic tales, call me naive, call me stupid, but I didn't expect the trip to be this bumpy.

"be careful what you wish for, lest it come true"

Our first full swap - part 2

2008-04-18T15:15:00.002+01:00

If you've just arrived then you may wish to visit part 1 of this account first, or if you prefer to jump straight into the erotica, then please continue below.

The drinks continued to flow and at various intervals I enquired as to Kev's progress 'down there'. Finally when the time came to reveal his 'donkey dong', I was pleasantly surprised. The length I would say was average, but the girth certainly wasn't, one look at that and it was 'game on' as far as I was concerned!

Mr S still seemed OK with the situation and encouraged my flirting with Kate, Kev and various others in the bar (but that's another post!). For the first time ever during a swinging club visit I felt free, liberated, without reserve and I was certainly making the most of this one off opportunity.

We all agreed that it was time to go upstairs and get the party started. We found an empty room upstairs, the walls painted black and filled with a bed large enough to easily accommodate an orgy of fifteen or more people. We all jumped onto the bed and began to play with our own partners, Mr S quickly entering me, no longer able to contain his sexual tension. I'm not sure how or why we parted with each other, but we did. I rested on my elbows mesmerised as Mr S and Kate kissed roughly with incredible urgency.

Kev sat casually leaning up against the wall, as he caught my eye he beckoned me over, "Come on sit on this." he said, holding his hard cock in one hand, his eyes burning with desire. It was a statement, not a request, confident that saying 'no' was not an option.

Reluctantly I tore myself away from the visual pleasure of Mr S and Kate, moved over to Kev and straddled him while he slipped a condom on. I was now facing the wall, not a good place to be for a self confessed voyeuristic zelophile. So just before I took him inside me, I turned around to look at Mr S, but he was too busy fucking Kate to notice me. I have to admit to being a little disappointed that he wasn't paying full attention to me, after all, this was a mammoth step for both of us. Unperturbed, I closed my eyes, slid the head of Kev's cock into position, then holding onto his shoulders, lowered myself down the shaft, finally stopping when his balls hit my ass. Wow, what can I say. There was no guilt, no shock, no feeling of what I was doing was wrong and yes it felt good.

I kissed him passionately as I rode him, gently and slowly at first, then gaining memento mercilessly, as my pleasure increased. My eyes still closed, concentrating on the pleasures within my pussy, my pussy filled to the brim with another man's cock, another man who's wife was behind me, the wife who was being furiously fucked by my husband, my husband whom I felt more love for at that moment, than I ever had before.

But beneath me was not a man, this was not a person, this was just a dick. Pure and simple unadulterated pleasure, my selfish pleasure. He was going at my pace, I was calling the shots, choosing the speed, controlling the depth. Taking what I needed from him, without concern, without thought, not caring about his desire, not needing to care.

"Is that good?" he whispered, eyes half closed, the pleasure within obvious.

"Yes." I replied simply, eyes half closed too, enjoying my climax as it began to rise and spread.

This I remember clearly, this was my first orgasm on another mans cock. Still I am in control, I am not lost, I am aware. I stiffen as I let the orgasm engulf me, then relax and savour the feeling, acknowledging its significance. Yet on this auspicious occasion, there was no fanfare, I wasn't shot down, Mr S didn't grab me by the hair and drag me off. Being here, doing this felt as natural as breathing in the air. No-one cheered, no-one clapped, I didn't take a bow, everything carried on, as if nothing important had occurred. And if I'm honest, nothing important had, not like I feared it might. I still remained just me, unaltered, unchanged, just me.

Kev withdrew from me and removed the condom in readiness to come. I took him into my mouth greedily, slurping him down, taking him deep into my throat, then running by tongue up and down his shaft, under the rim, then flicking over and back down again. When he signaled that he was about to come, I sat up and watched with delight as he shot his creamy cum all over my breasts.

We cleaned ourselves up, then lay watching Mr S and Kate continue to have heated sex. He had her on her back, feet up around his shoulders, pumping away at her like his life depended on it. She was shouting like a banshee with every thrust, completely lost in her own personal ecstasy.

Feeling a little self conscious with his new audience, which included a new couple in the corner and another peeping through the window, Mr S asked us, "You two joining in?"

"No thanks." I replied with a dirty grin on my face. "I just want to watch for a bit."

"Mmmmm, lets just watch." agreed Kev, clearing enjoying the sight.

That's my husband I thought to myself, wow, he really is good!

I watched spellbound as he gave his all to the woman in front of him, every muscle tensed with the effort of pleasuring her. I marveled at his manliness, his obvious ability to satisfy her and felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that he was enjoying himself so much.

I love this man, I trust him with my life. I do hope he still feels the same way about me now?

Our first full swap - part 1

2008-04-15T23:36:00.006+01:00

When we arrived at a club Mr S immediately pointed out a lady that he liked the look of. She was extremely beautiful, dark and soulful, her partner was alright, dark, short, but OK looking.

Once changed into our underwear, we headed down to the bar area where we continued to scout around for an appropriate couple to take my swinging cherry. There were countless beautiful women, but everyone of them was accompanied by a fat, ageing has been.

Mr S knows the type of woman I usually go for and kept whispering invitingly, "What about her, she's nice?"

"Oooooh yes. Who's she with........" craning my neck to see her partner, then deflated gasping, "NO WAY! I'm not doing that!!"

Chuckling to himself he lent over me provocatively asking, "Okay........big dick on a fat ugly fella, OR small dick on an Adonis?"

Without hesitation I replied "Oh definitely Big Cock, no question, absolutely!"

Smirking, with that crafty look in his eye he asks "So why are you so concerned with looks, shouldn't you be lifting up their towels instead?"

"Oh yeah right, like I'm gonna do that!" I exclaim, cringing at the gruesome mental image conjured up by his remark.

The situation was looking really grim and as the night drew on, the standard of men didn't seem to get any better. It looked like our planned full swap would have to wait for another night. Regarding attraction, I seem to be more forgiving of women, but men have to be tip top for me to be interested. Saying that though, I don't go in for your typical handsome man and someone that's trying too hard (i.e model, body beautiful), is in love with themselves, or is cocky, is definitely a no go for me. A confident outgoing personality is a real turn on, but I'm not keen on flab. However, make me laugh and entertain me intellectually and I might forget about your tubby tummy!

Just as despair was about to set in, I spotted the couple who Mr S had pointed out earlier in the evening. I wanted to go over and ask them if we could join them, but Mr S didn't want me too. I still don't know why not? Anyway, the couple soon disappeared and that was that, another missed opportunity, or so I thought. The thing is, in this game, you really have to be quite forward and not rely on other people making the first move, or else you're in dire trouble of missing out on all the action.

After a few drinks we ventured upstairs to look around the play rooms and I spotted our target couple again. Not waiting for approval this time, I grabbed Mr S's hand and made a bee line for them. We hit it off immediately, chatting like long lost friends. They were great fun and we all got on like a house on fire. There was an obvious attraction between Kate and Mr S, but I got the feeling she wasn't too interested in me.

After twenty minutes or so of chatting, we all headed back to the bar, where we indulged in more drinks, dancing and sexy flirtations. Somehow the conversation got around to big dicks and Kev boasted loudly, "I'm hung like a donkey!"

"Oooooh let's look." I pipe up, suddenly very interested in our new acquaintances.

Hanging on to his towel for dear life, as I tried in vain to lift it up, he shrilled protectively "Not yet, not yet. It's not ready yet. Let me take my Viagra first!"

I let him go, watched him take his tablet, then returned to Mr S draping my arms around him. He seemed to be having fun, going with the flow and totally at ease with the situation so far.

Tonight after all might turn out to be rather interesting.........................

New horizons

2008-04-11T14:32:00.007+01:00

There has been a new development in the Spanknsparkle household. Mr S has granted me a Golden Ticket, valid for one night only (Terms & Conditions apply, please see reverse for details). To clarify, he wants to try a Full Swap. Wow, now that really is a BIG development. You've heard me in the past umming and erring about doing a Soft Swap, never mind a full one!

Anyway, he wants to visit a club again this weekend. I'm not too bothered about going so soon after last time, but this is one of those rare occasions where he's expressed a desire to go. Usually it's me who calls the shots and makes the plans, so I really want to encourage this new behaviour.

Now, how do I feel about this proposal? I have a few fears. I am very hung up on size (sorry guys but I'm trying to be honest). I think it's because, as previously discussed, Mr S owns the only cock that has managed to satisfy me. I think his success is due to a combination of size, shape and technique, plus the fact that I feel emotionally secure and safe with him.

The size thing also has a little to do with myself. Compared to other women, how can I put this, I'm, errrrrmmm, I'm not so tight! Some girls I struggle to insert two fingers into, whereas I'm a full fist sorta gal! This suits Mr S and I perfectly, we fit together very nicely and neither of us has any complaints. But what if I end up with some guy who has a really skinny cock and feels like he's throwing a sausage up an alley? With me uttering the dreaded words "Is it in yet?" Yikes! I cringe at the thought!

Big cock or little willy, the idea that it might actually happen tomorrow scares the living daylights out of me. However, there is a part of me which is completely fascinated with the concept of taking another man. Using him for my satisfaction, giving him a little taster of me, then casting him aside. All done very courteously of course!

If the world were full of swinging unicorns, I wouldn't even contemplate this route. This really is like walking on ice, playing with fire and any other old cliché you'd like to throw at it. As a safety valve I've agreed to do it only if Mr S chooses him/the couple. I am very aware of how fragile his emotional veneer is and how incredibly sensitive and somewhat insecure he is. So, if he chooses, in theory, he shouldn't feel as threatened as if I chose him/them?

So, wish me luck and I'll let you know how/if it went in my next entry xx

Swinging Club - Great Loft Sex

2008-04-10T00:45:00.001+01:00

I'm late, I know, I'm sorry. I've had bloggers block. I promised you some good club stuff, but I've been having conflicting emotions about it. I found it really hard to write these events down, so this entry has ended up more factual than erotic I think. I seem to have gone all moralistic on myself. I haven't got a clue why, but I'm hoping soon I'll stop being so judgmental about this sordid little life I lead?

Loft Sex
The music pumps out around the club as Mr S and I have a ball shaking our booty on the dance floor! When the tune stops Mr S leads me back to our seats asking "Do you wanna go upstairs?"

I know Mr S's question means he wants to have sex with me in the loft area. "Yeah, OK then." I reply, swiftly finishing my glass of wine (no drinks allowed upstairs).

The loft area is on the first floor of the club, built into the roof space and separated into several play rooms. They're all dimly lit, have low sloping ceilings and are fully padded with black and red vinyl cushions.

Always the gentleman, Mr S takes my hand protectively, as he steers me through the crowd, holding the door open when we reach the stairs. Always the pervert, he takes this opportunity for a little up-skirt peeping, as my knickerless crotch wiggles up the stairs in front of him. He takes a cheeky dip, which I reward with a dirty grin thrown over my shoulder.

We find an empty playroom, dive in and get undressed. It's shady in here, with a cosy twilight atmosphere. Mr S lies on his back and I eagerly climb on top of him. He slides me up his body, laying me to rest on his chest. We are both feeling incredibly horny and he soon gets down to giving me several gushing orgasms, before I beg him to stop, in fear of drowning in my own juices!

As we're mopping up the devastation, another couple enter the room. She looks good, very sexy and hot. Mr S and I exchange knowingly glances and he quickly resumes his previous position, with me now on all fours between his legs, in an attempt to repay all his hard work on me.

After a while of greedily sucking Mr S, I feel an unfamiliar, delicate hand stroking my bum, just a light touch, a sensor, a test to see if I will reject their advances. I respond by pushing into their hand, swaying with their touch, encouraging them to explore further. The sensation of strangers hands caressing you is like no other. It feels exciting yet forbidden, an incredibly heady mix.

One hand soon turns into many. I'm unsure if they're male or female and I really don't think I care. I'm having fun, and lots of orgasms, thankfully not the gushing kind though. Usually I don't play with men, but just lately we've been lowering the boundaries, testing the water, seeing how we feel about it. So tonight is really a first.

After a nice strong climax I decide to 'meet' my secret explorers. I turn around to be greeted by a blonde beauty gazing lustfully at me. I kiss her passionately, savouring the exciting newness of her mouth. I signal to her that it's her turn to receive some pleasure now, by lightly pushing her back, lying her down on the cushions. I continue to kiss her, hungrily, desperately trying not to rush things, yet recklessly wanting to rush everything and jump to the next stage.

She is beautiful. Her body is soft and plump, full and curvy. Just the way I like it, no stick insects for me. Leaving her lips now, working my way down her body, over her small firm breasts. Pausing at her tummy, teasing a little, then up and down her thighs, sensing her delight, deliberately missing out my ultimate goal between her legs. Stroking her inner thighs, gently spreading them a little wider, running my tongue the length of her legs, delighting in the shudders I cause. Hot breath, my hot breath, starting at her ankles, travelling slowly towards her wetness.

As her writhing becomes more urgent, I figure it's time to ease her longing. Starting with light flickering movements of my tongue, I begin to edge my way up her milky thighs, towards her hot dripping pussy. Finally my patience is rewarded as I suck and pull on her juicy lips, drinking in her sweet and musky taste, my fingers dipping inside her, gaining in memento as she raises her hips to greet me.

That familiar sensation of strangers hands again, uninvited from behind. Expert, knowing hands, precise movements, not tentative, or shy, they can really pack a punch. Now these are definitely male, and not Mr S's, because he's in front of me. Stealing a glance between slitted eyes, I confirm this, with the mind blowing sight of Mr S being orally pleasured by the girl at the end of my tongue!

Now this is what I call eroticism, the freak inside me does triple somersaults, as my brain soaks up the realisation of my fantasy. All senses are being pleasured to overload, my mind races at a thousand miles a second, this is better than any drug induced trip. I round my back, hold my breath and bury my face between my lovers legs, as the first wave of orgasm grips me.

This chain of ecstasy continues, four bodies consumed in unadulterated pleasure. It draws to an end when the girl reaches her orgasm and collapses gratefully.

I smile at Mr S, who comes over to me, kissing and licking her juices from my face. We all exchange names and arrange to meet again later in the night. How strange, how sordid, how insane, to have sex with someone who's name you never knew.

I feel bad now because we went off on a crusade, looking for another couple we'd chatted to earlier in the evening. We didn't find them and by the time we'd given up, it was too late, our loft mates had gone too. So we ended up in the dreaded dark room. I wish we'd kept our promise, but know why I didn't, the guy wasn't that hot and I wasn't really interested in him. Still there is some regret, missed opportunities perhaps? But never mind, it was yummy fun while it lasted.

Blind sex

2008-04-04T12:37:00.003+01:00

I promised some feedback from our weekend club visit, we had a good time and there is many a tryst to whisper into your ear. So here's a little something to wet your appetite, although probably not quite what you're expecting............

Mr S led me by the hand into an empty, pitch black 'cubby hole'. He's calling the shots tonight. It's a 15ft by 5ft room with walls painted black and the entrance concealed with a thick, red velvet curtain. I giggle a little as I stumble over his feet and into the darkness. He steadies me with his hands, protectively pulling me towards him. We kiss passionately, hungrily.

The music from the club swirls around us, muffled by the distance, echoing off the containing walls. Mr S breaks away from me, slips my shoulders free of my dress, pulling the stretchy fabric down to expose my breasts. He kisses them hungrily, as he peels the remaining garment down over my thighs, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath the dress I am naked, he'd dared me earlier to go out without underwear on, I accepted his challenge with relish. Now I feel strangely empowered standing here dressed only in stiletto heels. You may look, but only touch if I allow.

He spins me around, bending my body slightly forward, away from him. He calls this 'fishing' and is usually a pastime reserved for the jacuzzi. It's a method he's perfected over several visits to various swinging clubs. He finds that fucking me from behind, hooks a fishy meal every time. Perhaps it's the sight of my breasts lightly bouncing, the gentle biting down on my lip, the sheer ecstasy on my face as Mr S fucks me, that draws in the minnows?

It isn't long before a potential fishy 'catch' appears in the form of an attractive couple. Well I say attractive, but it was very dark, almost pitch, but their silhouettes looked quite nice when they entered the room! The room although small, offers plenty of space for couples to play separately, but this couple choose to place themselves directly in front of us. Oooh, let the games begin I think to myself. Mr S begins to jiggle his 'bait' about with a little more seductive enthusiasm.

The couple mirror our position, with him standing behind her, kissing her neck, tentatively stroking my nipples. He lifts her skirt up and as I lean my body into hers, I can feel his rhythm between her legs. Soon I feel feminine hands lightly stroking my stomach and breasts, I respond by cupping her face in my hands and kissing her gently, gauging her response. She kisses me back gently and I sense we could be onto a winner here.

Mutual touching and caressing continues, although I sense Mr S is being ignored a little, so reach back to touch him. I explore her pussy, sharing it with her partner, both of us dipping our fingers in and out of her sweet wetness. Mr S withdraws his cock from me, allowing the woman to run her hands between my legs and enter me. The soft caressing, stroking and gentle kissing continues.

OK, so this sounds erotic right, sensual, enjoyable? Wrong! I am bored stiff, still waiting for the party to get started! The woman is a little inexperienced, too light, too tentative for me. I like it hard, I like to feel definite moves, a woman who can sense what I need, a woman who isn't afraid to be rough, a woman who isn't afraid to be a man. And to top it all, she has the worst garlic breath imaginable!

Also, being a voyeur, this isn't really my thing, there's no visual stimulus, nothing for me to thrive on, nothing to hit the spot. Anyway, I carry on with it, perhaps it will get better? Another couple enter the room. But it's so dark, my un-aroused imagination takes over, conjuring up all types of monstrous creatures. Call me shallow and immature, but I like to see who I'm with. My conscience is taking over. I've lost the edge now, my arousal has dipped dangerously low and things never seem as erotic on a clear head.

I sense a wiggy scenario approaching and to add to my rising panic, some random single bloke decides to poke his head through the curtain and proceed to manhandle me in the creepiest way imaginable! Mr S quickly sends him on his way with a verbal flea in his ear, this is a couples night and solitary play is strictly forbidden. Now standing here naked in a room full of clothed strangers, I suddenly feel very vulnerable, pawed at and cheapened.

I'm just about to suggest to Mr S that we go, when I feel an unfamiliar fumbling between my legs, then nails, very sharp nails, scratching at my labia. I think it's the lady from the second couple. I grit my teeth, perhaps it will pass, just a mistaken fumble. But no, the evil scratching continues, until I can stand it no longer. I grab the hand firmly by the wrist and forcibly remove it from my body. I say forcibly and I mean it, this taloned creature did not want to abandon it's catch willingly! I'm still stunned by the experience now, I'm really not sure what she was doing, it has to go down as one of the most unpleasurable experiences I've ever had.

Time for a sharp exit! I discreetly let Mr S know that I want to go and make a mental note never to do a dark room again, unless I know who's in there with me.

Yeuck, sometimes this lifestyle really sucks. It's supposed to be fun, but we both agree that this experience was dire, seedy, desperate and dull. We did have one other very good experience and I'll tell you about that next xx

Horrid Hormones

2008-03-31T18:20:00.007+01:00

I'm not sure if it's my age, or whether I'm just more aware now, but I feel like a hormonal Ferris wheel! It's so predictable, you could set your watch by it.

Do you recognise this pattern?

Week one: I become overwhelmed with an insatiable sexual appetite, which manifests itself both physically and mentally. I'm constantly horny as hell and need to 'get it on' (in my head) with anyone, everyone, myself, inanimate objects......... I have multiple masturbation sessions throughout the day and demand continuous intercourse from Mr S. Climax is easily brought on by kissing, talking, writing, reading, caressing, any interaction really.

It may sound fun, but it's not really. I become very frustrated, it's like a really annoying itch that you just can't scratch, no matter how much you twist and turn. Mr S gets irritated by my demands, as I never appear satisfied. It's how I would imagine a sex addict to feel.

Week two: I'm calming down now. I would say into a normal state of sexual arousal. Life is calm.

Week three: I now begin to have an irrational hatred of most people, especially poor Mr S. I'm easily irritated and become quite snappy. I don't have any sexual thoughts and find it harder than usual to reach arousal. I'm completely uninterested in sex, I even have a slight revulsion to it. I become physically bloated, which is not helped by my insatiable appetite for all food that is bad for me!

Towards the end of this week my breasts become fuller, heavier and feel tender. I love the look of them, they must swell at least a cup size, but they scream for attention!

I think this week is probably PMT, I've always hated the term and shyed away from it, but there comes a point when you have to admit defeat. I think I hate this week the most. Oh, and I can't write erotica for toffee!

Week four: My menstrual flow begins. Normality again in every sense. Although towards the end of this week my nymphomaniac urges tend to surface and I become extremely interested in orally pleasuring Mr S. I'm a lot nicer person to be around than in week three. At the end of week four, it's all change and off we go again on the never ending fun fair ride..................

Phew! Makes your head spin doesn't it? I've been to the doctors and explained the situation, but he claims it's perfectly normal! Although I didn't explain it quite as in-depth as I have here, as I was a little shy and became flustered. I've had blood tests taken and the hormonal results appear normal, although they weren't taken during Week One, which may have made a difference?

It's horrid, I hate it and after reading it through I'd HATE to live with me. "Mr S, I take my hat off to you!" I'd give anything to even it out a bit, spread the hormones out nicely over the month. I'm trying Evening Primrose tablets and Ginseng, but haven't seen any noticeable changes? Does anyone have anymore suggestions pleaseeeeeeee?