The Sensuous Wife

The adventures of a formerly conservative wife and mother who is undergoing a sexual reawakening.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Guide to My Blog

Since everyone has different interests, and if you’re busy like me, you may just want to get to the good parts quickly! So I’ve written this as a quick Guide to the contents of each post. Here are some highlights:

Welcome to my Blog

I hope you'll find my words and adventures enlightening and uplifting. I encourage you to listen to your muse and follow your heart.

I used to feel trapped by the expectations of others--my family & friends, society, etc.--but I've since learned how to live the life that makes me happy.


My Single Life


I thought I could find love by spreading my legs. As many women will attest, the teenage boys really didn’t care about me, they only wanted to take care of themselves. While there were a few memorable experiences, most were not. I wish I could forget the time my boyfriend forced me to give head to him and his friend. I was heart broken when I caught my best friend sleeping with my boyfriend and he treated me like crap. Since it was all about the guys, orgasms were few and far between.


The Conservative Wife


I was just 19, he was 24. We had a summer romance that resulted in pregnancy.

When the baby came, I thought that I had achieved all my dreams. A family, with a decent man who took good care of me, and a lovely baby.

When we made love, it was great. Over the years we bought books, videos and adult toys, and tried the new things we learned in an attempt to keep the spark alive in the bedroom.

Being busy with the kids, household chores, and church activities there was less time and energy to take care of my husband. As the frequency of sex continued to dwindle, my husband grew increasingly resentful.

I’d hang out with my girlfriends, and we’d commiserate about guys and their constant demand for sex, being poked in the back in the middle of the night, or hoping he’d finish quickly so we could roll over and get back to sleep.

My beautiful babies had become unappreciative teenagers. My dream marriage was in a rut. I had low self esteem. I realized that I had depended upon others for my happiness, and I needed to concentrate on making myself happy before I could bring happiness to others.

While my life was in turmoil, I was slow to recognize that my husband was being very helpful around the house, and very considerate and appreciative of me. In time, my feelings of affection for my husband started to grow again. And I wanted more satisfying sex.


Becoming More Adventurous


My husband decided that we needed a break and he took me to Palm Springs. On the way there, I asked where we were staying, and he joked “at a nude resort.” I don’t know what came over me, but I was incredulous and said “yeah, right…I dare you.”

By the 3rd day, after watching him (and everyone else) lay out nude, I mustered the courage to take off my top.

When some more money came in, my husband said “let’s go to Palm Springs again!”

What I didn’t know was that my husband decided to kick things up a notch. When we turned off the freeway and went the wrong direction, I asked him where we were going. He replied “it’s another clothing optional place, but they also allow sex in the open.” I got nervous…this was a swing club.

As each new couple arrived, they joined the early birds hanging out around the outdoor kitchen. I made sure we were in a spot where no one could sit next to me, but it bothered me that my husband was naked and sitting right next to a naked woman! If I saw his hand wander, I elbowed him in the rib to remind him to keep to our rules…no touching, no playing. We were just going to be voyeurs.

The next morning, my husband and I laid out in the nude to sunbathe next to Mitch and his partner. For two hours, we (Mitch’s partner and I) talked about how we couldn’t see ourselves participating in the lifestyle. As my husband tells the story, when I got my dander up, I’d say “I’m not going to, he’s not going to, we’re not going to play around!”

After two hours in the sun, it came time to cool off, so I announced I was going to the pool. My husband dutifully accompanied me, and Mitch said he would join us. I entered the pool and sat cradled in a floating “noodle”, and my husband and Mitch were on either side of me. It was nice to be the center of attention…and we were just talking. But my husband all of a sudden said he was going to visit with Mitch’s wife back on the sunning bed, leaving me alone with Mitch.
I don’t know why, but my mind was receptive. Here’s this cute guy flirting with me.


Embracing the Lifestyle


After I took a bite of the apple at the desert swing resort, I thought I would feel guilty. Rather, I felt invigorated and alive. As I sorted through my emotions and feelings, I was amazed by this new experience and how it changed me.First, I felt an overwhelming sense of love for my husband. This seemed a curious paradox, as I thought I would feel guilty as if I was cheating. But my husband was there, he was willing, and even a participant and enabler in giving me the freedom to have this experience. I felt very comfortable as he wasn’t jealous, but aroused by what had happened (he was as excited as I was!). And I got turned on as well when watching him flirt with other women!


First Swap


I emerged from our stay at the desert resort a new person. I felt different—excited about the possibilities—but unsure of what lay ahead. My biggest concern was that my husband would be very popular, leaving me behind while I remained a wall flower (I couldn’t have been more wrong!), but he had listened to the advice of others and smartly held back, waiting for me to find my comfort zone, and never leaving me in order to play by himself alone.

After leaving the desert resort, my husband asked “Do you want to go to the Convention?” I had no idea what it was, but he said I could dress up sexy and dance as wild as I wanted, so it sounded fun to me! So six weeks later, we found ourselves at the Stardust hotel for the
Lifestyles Annual Convention.

Early in the evening, the couple we met briefly the night before came with glow sticks which they passed around. The lady asked my permission to kiss my husband, to which I replied yes. That kiss pretty much lasted all night. I was intrigued with her husband, and since she was now making out with mine, I wanted some attention from hers.

Later in the evening, the couple invited us up to their room. They ordered room service, and after checking out their suite and enjoying the view, things again turned romantic. My husband and the other lady wasted no time passionately making out on the couch, playing with her breasts, and giving each other oral sex. I occasionally kept an eye on them, but I was busy myself. We ended up in an upholstered chair, where he passionately kissed me, first on the lips and then all over my body. I was wet with anticipation! I’d glance over at my husband and my new partner’s wife, which made me even more turned on. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing and seduction, he finally went down on me.

After what seemed like an eternity of sexual bliss, I had to rest for a moment, so we kissed and cuddled. Soon, my hands were fumbling around with his pants, trying to unzip them so I could return the favor—until he stopped me. “I need to tell you something.” I’m wondering what could it be? Is his dick really small? (Couldn’t be, I felt it big and strong while dirty dancing). Is it disfigured? I just couldn’t imagine what the problem might be.“My wife is the only one who’s seen it, and I haven’t been with anyone else in four months.” By now, my curiosity is killing me, so I say I’m ready to see it… My eyes grew big in excitement! “I hope it isn’t a problem.”A problem? What a wonderful surprise! I couldn’t wait to put that thing in my mouth and experience that something extra to play with!

My husband and I went back to our room, tired but exhilarated from the night’s events, and we made wild, passionate love to celebrate, and renew our commitment to each other. We reviewed the evening, teasing each other, asking questions, learning new things. For instance, I told my husband that after almost 20 years of marriage he had been one-half inch away from my G-spot



Swing Clubs


We had heard about a club north of Seattle,
New Horizons, that has been around for decades. Since we have family there, we thought we’d visit.

When we arrived at New Horizons, we found a large building that appeared to be a cross between a lodge and a spa. We were escorted to the back lawn where we listened to an orientation about the lifestyle. We were impressed by the care they took to make sure the women were comfortable with being there, and made it OK for them to say “I’m not ready for this yet.” They knew how important it was that people (particularly the women) enjoy themselves, and not feel like they are being forced to doing something they really didn’t want to do.

We went to the outdoor Jacuzzi where we were able to get better acquainted with six other couples. One couple was particularly nice and we had a lot in common with them (length of marriage, age of kids, etc.). It wouldn’t be the last time we saw them that night.Next we wrapped towels around us and wandered through the couples play area. One area had a maze of beds and cubby holes, making me feel like a kid again. Since I was still a bit shy and concerned about keeping control over my environment (I didn’t want someone uninvited to join in with us—it was important for me to get to know someone before being comfortable with them touching or kissing me…or more), I found a little cubby hole just big enough for the two of us. The environment was erotic, and knowing that other couples were walking past and peaking in as they walked by, and others were just feet from us—above us, to the side of us—and hearing their happy sounds as they had orgasms, made for a very hot time with my husband.

Eventually we made our way back to the couples play area, and when we stopped by the orgy room again, the couple we connected with earlier in the Jacuzzi approached us. “We’re in the next room, would you like to join us?” My husband looked at me for my response (he’s always interested!) and, in a bit of a panic, I quickly reacted “why don’t we go over to that top bunk bed over there,” as I pointed nearby. So we went up to this tiny bed in a safe place with little head room before hitting the ceiling. Certainly no one else would be able to join us there!

This was the first time in 20 years I would have a different penis in my pussy, which was amazing…incredibly exciting! The thought of what we were doing was almost as exciting as the actual pleasure from the act itself. After about a half hour of exploring and stimulating each other’s bodies, we rested in each other’s arms and visited some more….
We left that night having a memorable evening. We talked about everything that happened. My husband was glad that I finally went all the way, but questioned my choice of play areas.... We loved the club and looked forward to returning someday soon, and we looked forward to even more exciting opportunities in the future!



Swinging – A Bad Rap


During our family trip, we stayed with some friends for a few days (she was my best friend after high school). I was dying to tell her about our new adventures. She noticed that I was considerably happier than I had been in previous years, and seemed to have a lust for life (she was stuck in the married with kids & bills rut). After a few days, we told her and her husband what we were doing. At first, she had lots of questions (Aren’t you worried about disease? Are you worried one of you will find someone else you love even more and end up splitting up? Etc.). Even after answering her questions and telling her some of our stories, she still wasn’t comfortable with our activities. We were very surprised that she reacted somewhat negatively.

My husband thinks it’s because people have a romantic notion about marriage, and there’s lots of underlying religious issues too. He finds it interesting that most people will be titillated by stories of affairs, wishing they could have fun on the side as well (many do)…. So if many people are willing to consider having an affair, or look the other way or are empathetic to friends who have affairs, why wouldn’t they be open to a healthier situation—where there is no lying or cheating, where both people participate and support each other, and get to have the benefits of an expanded pool of lovers?

Maybe some of the resistance has to do with an old notion of swinging. Some of the “vanilla” people (people who aren’t participating in the lifestyle) we talk to think of orgies with strangers when they think of swinging. While this may be true for some (the more hardcore swingers), it is certainly a small minority. Most of the people we know in the lifestyle are very cautious and have many restrictions or rules that guide their play.


First Group Play


My husband had joined a lifestyle website to do research before that fateful trip to the desert, and now that we were a couple participating in the lifestyle, he modified the profile and started posting pictures (mostly of me) since profiles without pictures get very few responses.

One day, we got a request from another couple to join them and a third couple. After arriving, we sat in the living room of the host’s house socializing for a while. Then the third couple left the room for a minute, and came back with very little on. Things started to steam up a little, and finally we moved into the bedroom. Since we were still somewhat new and hesitant, the other two couples swapped, so my husband and I hooked up. I was a bit concerned that maybe they didn’t like us, or that we would only be voyeurs, being a soft swap couple watching the others go at it. But then that third couple managed to get me involved. My husband was still left out, so he grabbed a camera to take pictures. Eventually, one of the ladies invited him over to give him a blow job while she was being penetrated from behind.

However, I was stuck in a 69 position with one of the guys on top of me, and I felt trapped and powerless which turned me off. It also didn’t help that I didn’t like the way he kissed me. My husband said he kept an eye on me and didn’t notice that I was stressed. When I finally escaped, I gave my husband our signal “I need a drink.” However, he was finally starting to get some action, and so he brushed me off and said, “go ahead and get one.” I then became insistent, as he wasn’t paying attention, and I said again in strongly measured words “I NEED A DRINK!” Finally, he got the hint, apologized and pulled away from his play partner, and joined me in the kitchen where I told him of my experience.

Later on, I was able to get some advice from some more experienced people about how to handle an experience that you aren’t comfortable with (it wasn’t enough to have a safe—or panic—word or sign). I learned some tricks about limiting the depth that a penis could be pushed into my mouth, and how to stop a guy from being too rough with my breasts. In a year’s time I only needed to use them a few times, but thankfully I knew some defensive maneuvers so I didn’t have my whole night (or longer) ruined by someone who wasn’t a sensitive lover.

We’ve heard many stories from new people who seemed to jump too fast or try too hard, and without enough preparation ending up having an experience they’d rather forget—or worse, and very bad experience (and yet they kept persisting until they had good experiences!). Somehow, we’ve had many wonderful experiences. Even though my husband complains about me being too hesitant, he’s also complimented me on having an intuitive sense of when some things just don’t seem right, and we find out later that we were glad we never hooked up with certain couples. However, there was also an experience (tell you later!) where my husband kept a close eye on things because I was infatuated but he saw red flags. All the more reason to be involved in the lifestyle as a couple or with a partner who looks after you…and why single ladies tend to stick close to a favorite couple who will look out for them.


Houseboat Trip


When we attended the Annual Lifestyle Convention in Las Vegas, we heard about the opportunity to join with 60 other couples on a houseboat trip on Lake Mead for 4 days. This trip sounded very fun, unusual, in a beautiful setting, and very attractively priced. We did have concerns, however, about being stuck in close proximity to others with no privacy or way to “escape” and be alone. But we were ready for still another adventure and made our payment to lock in our commitment.

The day finally arrived for us to head out to Vegas and prepare for an early morning launch. We had a meeting the night before to review the rules …as we scoped the crowd for other potential playmates, we figured we would probably be the youngest and among the skinniest couples on the trip! Many of the couples had been coming for years, and had participated in the lifestyle for years. We started to be a bit worried that we may not want to be with many of the people on the trip!

Early the next morning, we were on our way to the launch site where we loaded our gear and provisions onto our assigned houseboat. We were happy to notice a few more couples who weren’t at the meeting the night before, who were about our age and in good shape. Some of the other couples we saw the night before actually looked better in the light of day since they had on skimpier clothes! We set about decorating our houseboat (our theme was Mardi Gras) and eventually pulled out of the harbor and quickly removed our clothing. The anticipation of what awaited us was very exciting and erotic.

As each of the houseboats arrived at a secluded cove, they were latched together so it was easy to wander from boat to boat. Our boat captains asked us to go out and explore while they prepared a special surprise for lunch. We met some of the other couples as we went from boat to boat, checking out their themes and decorations.

When lunch was ready, we entered our dining area and found our female captain lying naked on the table, covered by lettuce with meat, cheese, veggies, etc. on this human sandwich platter! As news of our “spread” circulated among the other boats, we soon had lots of visitors admiring the creative cuisine. A favorite activity was to extract (with no hands…just your lips!) a grape that was placed gently inside our captain’s pussy lips. It was a great ice breaker, and helped amp up the erotic energy level!

Because of my condition (tail end of my period, and hopefully curing my infection), I had determined that we wouldn’t play until the next day. That made me a bit more reserved, so we spent lots of time visiting with others and getting to know them better. Because of my mindset, it was hard for me to flirt back when others made advances towards me. But our slow start didn’t stop our fun.

That evening, around dinner, I started flirting heavily again with our boat captain. Later that night, the boat next to ours erected a strip dance pole and played some music. Some of the women were very good, but none of the guys really had any talent. As I hung on our boat captain, my hubby made the rounds flirting, kissing and fondling some of the other women. It was a highly erotic night, under the stars, watching erotic dancing, and people around us would at times drift away to the inflatable beds people left on the houseboat rooftops to make love.

Finally, my boat captain said he needed to go downstairs for a moment, and I was so worked up and horny that I decided to follow him down, hoping he would seduce me and have his way with me. As I massaged him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him all over, he started making excuses about why he didn’t want to do anything that night. It was late, he was tired, and he wanted our first time to be very special. I felt like I was being brushed off and played it cool as if it was no big deal—but inside I was fuming. I left him to return to my husband up on the roof, only to find him going at it with another woman! In the morning, my husband said that I must have been very mad since I wouldn’t even cuddle with him that night! I think he was afraid he wouldn’t have any more chances to play the rest of the trip!

Well, that next morning it was our turn to prepare brunch…. So after an hour of serving food, eating, and socializing, it was time to clean up and everyone else was ready to depart to other activities. The captain approached my husband, who was doing the dishes in the sink, and asked “do you mind if I borrow your beautiful wife for a few hours?” My husband looked at me for a signal about how he should respond, and finally said “it’s her body, it’s fine with me…it’s up to her.”

My mind was all over the place at once. He really meant what he said—he wasn’t blowing me off. But he hurt me! However, I’m dying to know what it would be like to be with him! He asked me if I was interested, and I muttered something like “I guess so,” without much enthusiasm. So he escorted me to his bunk while I left my husband just two feet away outside the paper thin door (all the other bunks just had curtains) to finish cleaning up.

I was pleasured, teased and caressed for over an hour. He made me cum over and over, first from oral sex, then from his penis deep inside me. He also put me in a new position that I liked a lot—on my side (you learn so many things by participating in the lifestyle!). And after we were done, we cuddled and talked. The sex was phenomenal, the intimacy was extra special.

He also gave me some advice about dealing with my husband. We had considered our captains in a role somewhat like a best friend or older brother or sister showing us the ropes. He had a good head on his shoulders, and he was interested in the welfare of me and my relationship with my husband. He told me that the world had just changed, and that I was now going to receive a lot more attention than my husband. He counseled me to pay special attention to my husband’s feelings, since it would be a tough test for him to fight off the feelings of jealousy as I would be having a lot more fun than he would.

I told him about my fantasies, which included playing with women. He said he thought that his partner would be willing to participate in such a momentous occasion, and would ask if she’d be so inclined.

After we finished, I put on a sheer sarong as a partial cover-up and went to look for my husband. When I saw him, he had a camera in his hands taking a picture of several women playing with latex body paint. He asked me how it went, and I smiled really big (which he captured forever on the camera!). My husband commented that I was glowing so much, it looked like I was walking two feet off the ground! We went to our bunk so we could make love while I shared with him the details about my experience. My husband said he loved basking in my afterglow, sharing in my joy, and learning some new tricks along the way that he could use to provide me and others with greater pleasure.

Later, as we played in the water or visited with others throughout the day, people made comments like “I understand you’ve seen God” (making reference to my exclamations during my many climaxes!), or some of the women who were part of his inner circle commented knowingly “isn’t he great?”

So far, there were just a few guys that I had been with intimately, and it was way beyond the titillation of being with another man. I had broken our rule of “we only play together”, but in this case it worked out well and my husband was OK with it (he said he was willing to do what it takes to get me more willing to play). I later read an article about making AND MODIFYING rules…which now seemed to make sense. My husband said that every time we play with others, another one of my rules (barriers, he calls them) seems to fade away. Rules are helpful to provide boundaries and rules of engagement so everyone is on the same page and no one gets hurt, but I guess that over time and with experience, fewer rules are required by a couple. I would expect that one rule will always be important—to think of your partner’s well being first and foremost, being willing to stop what you’re doing or let opportunities pass just to make sure they are happy.

I was still a bit apprehensive, however. While I felt a new sense of empowerment after my experience to be more aggressive in getting what I wanted, I still felt a sense of jealousy at the thought of my husband going off and playing alone! I told him that he could play as often as he wanted, as long as I was playing first (I still couldn’t stand the thought of being left out).

Well, after this marvelous erotic experience, I now thoroughly enjoyed all the guys on the houseboats hitting on me. My husband bought me provocative shirts, with sayings like “My boyfriend’s out of town” which generated lots of attention. My self-esteem grew dramatically as I realized I was wanted by so many (even though I still had 20 pounds to lose). When we ran into one of the couples that befriended us at the beginning of the trip, and since I was still glowing, and therefore a little more receptive to being seduced again, I responded to the gentleman’s advances. He was very charming, and enjoyed him taking liberties touching my body to which I responded erotically. When he asked if we’d like to go to their bunk, I looked up in my sweet, innocent little girl way and said simply, “OK.”

We resumed wandering around the boats, visiting with others. One man had a special electric shaver and was offering to shave women’s pussies very smooth using baby powder. Some women had orgasms while he massaged and shaved. His favorite part, of course, was to do the quality control step at the end—licking the customer to make sure she was smooth!

After dinner, we were invited to the captain’s bunk for my first bi experience. I was getting wet with anticipation, and a bit of the unknown sent thoughts racing through my head—does that make me part lesbian if I play with girls? I knew that many women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual, and most guys enjoyed watching women play with each other. But would I enjoy it like I enjoy being with men?

Earlier, I had been with her partner for my first private experience, now she was going to eat my pussy (with both our partners eagerly watching… Of course, I had several orgasms.

When she took a break, I sat up and eagerly asked if I could return the favor (to which she graciously agreed). Once in position between her legs, I asked “now what do I do?”…. I got turned on especially by the thought that I had the ability and power to drive a women to orgasm! It was empowering, and very different than being with a man where the female is often more of a recipient than a driver of the action. After she had had several orgasms, I came up for air to take a break. They told me I looked like a Cheshire cat in a pie eating contest with a huge grin and a wet mouth!

I was excited to have opened a new door to still more adventures. My world had just expanded…now I liked being with men AND women. While still glowing from my third amazing experience of the day, we went visiting different houseboats to see if we could hook-up with still more people. We found about 20 couples crammed into one houseboat watching a DVD of “The Puppetry of the Penis,” a comedy routine by two guys who do impressions using their penis and testicles. Most of the guys in the crowd were feeling pretty good after a few drinks of liquid courage, and some of them started putting on a show of their favorite impressions! My husband got the courage to do the “boomerang” which consisted of pulling his dick one way and his balls the other, making a wide angle in the shape of a boomerang. Others attempted the hamburger, the loch ness monster, and many of the other impressions performed by these “artists.”

When we first arrived at this boat, we found a way to sit next to the youngest couple (just a few years younger than us) on the trip. It also happened to be their first lifestyle activity (I would have been blown away if this was my first experience!), and her name and my name were the same (which got my husband extra excited!). Her husband asked what happened to the sexier outfit I had been wearing earlier in the day (which made me feel good that he had noticed me!), and my husband asked if he’d like me to change back into that outfit. His excited response motivated me to leave and honor his request! After the men’s penis show, we followed them and another couple up to the top of one of the boats to play. For each of us (her and I), it would be the second time being with another woman (and we had the same name…weird, huh?). We had barely begun kissing when she popped her head up to announce “one rule—no penetration!” I was with her husband, and you could tell he was disappointed at her limitation. I so wanted him to “accidentally slip” and put his cock inside me, but he honored his wife’s request. We had so much fun, that her limitation didn’t seem to restrain us much. We got into the 69 position, got into 3somes, everyone spoiled a lady (we took turns) so that five mouths were on one person at a time…all under the stars with the moon’s light reflecting off the still water. Can life get any better than this?

We slept well our last night on the lake, and awoke early to eat and start cleaning up the houseboats and head back to the marina before the high winds picked up. I snuck up to the top of the boat while everyone else was busy downstairs, and one of the guys came up to join me. As we were talking, we started touching each other and then I knelt down and started to give him a blow job…until I noticed him looking across the deck and he said,….

Just as our captain had told me, I emerged from this trip a very different person. I had progressed so far, being with another women for the first time, having a lengthy erotic experience alone with another man without my husband being by my side, feeling attractive after so many men (and some of the ladies) kept hitting on me constantly for several days, and making love to several people in the space of a few days. I had moved from the titillation of something new and exciting, to feeling comfortable and confident that I could have a great time with many partners in this new society that we were now well accepted in. In our conversations traveling home and for a few nights after, we reviewed the highlights of the trip, and speculated about what new surprises the lifestyle may yet have in store for us. And we revisited our rules (even though I had a great time alone with our captain, I felt jealous at the thought of my husband doing that without me present and told him I didn’t want him to do that!). This wasn’t the last time we’d expand our boundaries and explore new territory.

Houseboat Trip

When we attended the Annual Lifestyle Convention in Las Vegas, we heard about the opportunity to join with 60 other couples on a houseboat trip on Lake Mead for 4 days. This trip sounded very fun, unusual, in a beautiful setting, and very attractively priced. We did have concerns, however, about being stuck in close proximity to others with no privacy or way to “escape” and be alone. But we were ready for still another adventure and made our payment to lock in our commitment.

We heard later from someone that a couple we met earlier at Aquafinity was going and we called the tour organizer and made a request to be placed on the same boat with them. We were happy to know that we knew at least one other couple that was going on the trip. While there were no commitments, the organizer said they would see what they could to put us together.

We received a call several weeks later from that couple that we already knew, and they said they were going to be our boat captains! After briefing us on the food planning and other trip logistics, they invited us to a dinner to meet another couple that would be on the same boat with us. The dinner went well and we liked the other couple, so now we knew we could have fun with at least two of the couples on the trip.

The day finally arrived for us to head out to Vegas and prepare for an early morning launch. We had a meeting the night before to review the rules (the most important one being no tolerance for illegal drugs especially since the trip was on federal lands and the consequences were very severe). We were introduced by our boat captains to a few other couples in the bar, then we went around the pool for the meeting. As we scoped the crowd for other potential playmates, we figured we would probably be the youngest and among the skinniest couples on the trip! Many of the couples had been coming for years, and had participated in the lifestyle for years. We started to be a bit worried that we may not want to be with many of the people on the trip!

After the meeting, most of the couples started to party. We, on the other hand, were running to an all night drug store to get a stronger antibiotic for my bladder infection (I could just see them having to life flight me off the lake). I was also on the tail end of my period, so I didn’t feel like playing in that condition anyway. So we ended up finally at New York New York where we had received an upgrade to a Jacuzzi suite, and we took some erotic photos that later helped spice up our profile on a few swinger web sites e had signed up for to find potential play mates. We were lucky neither one of us got hurt running back to the Jacuzzi after triggering the camera’s automatic timer and getting back in position for the next shot!

Early the next morning, we were on our way to the launch site where we loaded our gear and provisions onto our assigned houseboat. We were happy to notice a few more couples who weren’t at the meeting the night before, who were about our age and in good shape. Some of the other couples we saw the night before actually looked better in the light of day since they had on skimpier clothes! We set about decorating our houseboat (our theme was Mardi Gras) and eventually pulled out of the harbor and quickly removed our clothing. The anticipation of what awaited us was very exciting and erotic.

As each of the houseboats arrived at a secluded cove, they were latched together so it was easy to wander from boat to boat. Our boat captains asked us to go out and explore while they prepared a special surprise for lunch. We met some of the other couples as we went from boat to boat, checking out their themes and decorations.

When lunch was ready, we entered our dining area and found our female captain lying naked on the table, covered by lettuce with meat, cheese, veggies, etc. on this human sandwich platter! As news of our “spread” circulated among the other boats, we soon had lots of visitors admiring the creative cuisine. A favorite activity was to extract (with no hands…just your lips!) a grape that was placed gently inside our captain’s pussy lips. It was a great ice breaker, and helped amp up the erotic energy level!

Because of my condition (tail end of my period, and hopefully curing my infection), I had determined that we wouldn’t play until the next day. That made me a bit more reserved, so we spent lots of time visiting with others and getting to know them better. Because of my mindset, it was hard for me to flirt back when others made advances towards me. But our slow start didn’t stop our fun. Over time, and after getting acquainted and comfortable with others, I loosened up a little and became a little more responsive. My husband described my cautious approach to things on our web site profiles as “she’s shy at first, by warms up once she gets to know you.” A little bit of alcohol also helped me relax and to make myself a little more available and vulnerable.

That afternoon and evening, my attention was increasingly focused on our boat captain. My husband took pictures of me and the other women on the boat molesting our captain as thanks for preparing a wonderful dinner. Later that night, I made out with the wife of the other couple on our boat (while my husband played with both our pussies), and I enjoyed the experience immensely (I’d never kissed a girl before, except that brief peck that got me thinking at the convention). I was curious and interested in having a full bi experience that weekend once I was past my period.

The next day, we enjoyed the water activities on the lake—going out in other people’s ski boats, going down the slides on the back of the houseboats, floating on the lake, etc. Everyone was very friendly. One woman offered to apply some water proof lubrication to my husband’s penis, but I jumped in and said I’d do it. While my husband kept by my side, and didn’t wander off to play with other women, I was still nervous that he would be getting all the attention and I’d be left as a wall flower, growing jealous as he had all the fun.

That evening, around dinner, I started flirting heavily again with our boat captain. Later that night, the boat next to ours erected a strip dance pole and played some music. Some of the women were very good, but none of the guys really had any talent. As I hung on our boat captain, my hubby made the rounds flirting, kissing and fondling some of the other women. It was a highly erotic night, under the stars, watching erotic dancing, and people around us would at times drift away to the inflatable beds people left on the houseboat rooftops to make love.

Finally, my boat captain said he needed to go downstairs for a moment, and I was so worked up and horny that I decided to follow him down, hoping he would seduce me and have his way with me. As I massaged him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him all over, he started making excuses about why he didn’t want to do anything that night. It was late, he was tired, and he wanted our first time to be very special. I felt like I was being brushed off and played it cool as if it was no big deal—but inside I was fuming. I left him to return to my husband up on the roof, only to find him going at it with another woman! He soon stopped what he was doing and came over to me. He could tell I wasn’t very happy. He said he assumed that I was busy making love to our captain, and thought it would be OK if he had some fun too. I eventually told him what had happened, and he seemed genuinely sad for me that I had invested all this time setting up a play opportunity—only to have it fall apart. My husband stayed by my side until we went to sleep. In the morning, my husband said that I must have been very mad since I wouldn’t even cuddle with him that night! I think he was afraid he wouldn’t have any more chances to play the rest of the trip!

Well, that next morning it was our turn to prepare brunch, so we arose early to get everything ready. We prepared fresh fruits, pastries, cereal, omelets, etc. Eventually the captain emerged and said good morning. I played it cool, as if nothing had happened the night before. I might have been shined on, but it was no biggy. I wasn’t that interested, and there were 59 other men on these boats. But I was still hurting inside because I wanted him so much! Some other women had earlier commented that he wasn’t all that and I wasn’t missing much.

So after an hour of serving food, eating, and socializing, it was time to clean up and everyone else was ready to depart to other activities. The captain approached my husband, who was doing the dishes in the sink, and asked “do you mind if I borrow your beautiful wife for a few hours?” My husband looked at me for a signal about how he should respond, and finally said “it’s her body, it’s fine with me…it’s up to her.”

My mind was all over the place at once. He really meant what he said—he wasn’t blowing me off. But he hurt me! However, I’m dying to know what it would be like to be with him! He asked me if I was interested, and I muttered something like “I guess so,” without much enthusiasm. So he escorted me to his bunk while I left my husband just two feet away outside the paper thin door (all the other bunks just had curtains) to finish cleaning up.

I started to take my clothes off, but he stopped me. He said that he didn’t want to have sex with me. Instead, he liked to make love to the few select women he now played with. He told me to lay down and relax and enjoy the experience, that it was my turn to be spoiled. At first he kissed different parts of my body, and after I relaxed a bit, he slowly took off the few scraps of clothes I was wearing. For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of my body from my head to my toes. When he’d approach my genitals or my nipples, he would kiss ever so close, but not attack them directly. Eventually, he started focusing on my pussy. My husband later told me that he stuck around doing the dishes for 20 minutes, wanting to make sure that I was enjoying myself. Once he heard my happy sounds (moans and screams from having orgasms), he decided he could safely depart to play with someone else.

I was pleasured, teased and caressed for over an hour. He made me cum over and over, first from oral sex, then from his penis deep inside me. He also put me in a new position that I liked a lot—on my side (you learn so many things by participating in the lifestyle!). And after we were done, we cuddled and talked. He told me about his life, about his previous marriage and kids, about his extended family, and about his business. I never cared much about guys before (relating better to women), but now I was fascinated to get close to another male besides my husband. The sex was phenomenal, the intimacy was extra special.

He also gave me some advice about dealing with my husband. We had considered our captains in a role somewhat like a best friend or older brother or sister showing us the ropes. He had a good head on his shoulders, and he was interested in the welfare of me and my relationship with my husband. He told me that the world had just changed, and that I was now going to receive a lot more attention than my husband. He counseled me to pay special attention to my husband’s feelings, since it would be a tough test for him to fight off the feelings of jealousy as I would be having a lot more fun than he would.

He told me that I was one of only several women that were now part of his life. Earlier in the lifestyle, he enjoyed playing as often as he could with many different women. But now he limited himself to just a few special people, and that he had just expanded his circle by one to include me. I truly had been transformed, having had a wonderfully erotic experience, and I felt something special from being let into his life. I told him about my fantasies, which included playing with women. He said he thought that his partner would be willing to participate in such a momentous occasion, and would ask if she’d be so inclined.

After we finished, I put on a sheer sarong as a partial cover-up and went to look for my husband. When I saw him, he had a camera in his hands taking a picture of several women playing with latex body paint. He asked me how it went, and I smiled really big (which he captured forever on the camera!). My husband commented that I was glowing so much, it looked like I was walking two feet off the ground! We went to our bunk so we could make love while I shared with him the details about my experience. My husband said he loved basking in my afterglow, sharing in my joy, and learning some new tricks along the way that he could use to provide me and others with greater pleasure.

Later, as we played in the water or visited with others throughout the day, people made comments like “I understand you’ve seen God” (making reference to my exclamations during my many climaxes!), or some of the women who were part of his inner circle commented knowingly “isn’t he great?”

So far, there were just a few guys that I had been with intimately, and it was way beyond the titillation of being with another man. I had broken our rule of “we only play together”, but in this case it worked out well and my husband was OK with it (he said he was willing to do what it takes to get me more willing to play). I later read an article about making AND MODIFYING rules…which now seemed to make sense. My husband said that every time we play with others, another one of my rules (barriers, he calls them) seems to fade away. Rules are helpful to provide boundaries and rules of engagement so everyone is on the same page and no one gets hurt, but I guess that over time and with experience, fewer rules are required by a couple. I would expect that one rule will always be important—to think of your partner’s well being first and foremost, being willing to stop what you’re doing or let opportunities pass just to make sure they are happy.

I was still a bit apprehensive, however. While I felt a new sense of empowerment after my experience to be more aggressive in getting what I wanted, I still felt a sense of jealousy at the thought of my husband going off and playing alone! I told him that he could play as often as he wanted, as long as I was playing first (I still couldn’t stand the thought of being left out).

Well, after this marvelous erotic experience, I now thoroughly enjoyed all the guys on the houseboats hitting on me. My husband bought me provocative shirts, with sayings like “My boyfriend’s out of town” which generated lots of attention. My self-esteem grew dramatically as I realized I was wanted by so many (even though I still had 20 pounds to lose). When we ran into one of the couples that befriended us at the beginning of the trip, and since I was still glowing, and therefore a little more receptive to being seduced again, I responded to the gentleman’s advances. He was very charming, and enjoyed him taking liberties touching my body to which I responded erotically. When he asked if we’d like to go to their bunk, I looked up in my sweet, innocent little girl way and said simply, “OK.”

Soon, all four of us were in their bunk playing. He was a bit older but had incredible stamina, a nice sized cock and wonderful technique! It was fun to be playing alongside my husband so we could watch each other while having great sex with others! Since the bunks were so small and we were so close, my husband was able to give me a deep French kiss while I was being fucked by someone else and he was fucking another women—which sent shivers down my spine! We enjoyed getting to know them even more after we were done playing as we lingered, cuddling and talking. After playing with this couple, we tried to figure out how old my partner was. He seemed like a very energetic 50 year old, but after doing some math we realized he was nearly 70! I hope that means we have another 30 great years in front of us!

We resumed wandering around the boats, visiting with others. One man had a special electric shaver and was offering to shave women’s pussies very smooth using baby powder. Some women had orgasms while he massaged and shaved. His favorite part, of course, was to do the quality control step at the end—licking the customer to make sure she was smooth!

After dinner, we were invited to the captain’s bunk for my first bi experience. I was getting wet with anticipation, and a bit of the unknown sent thoughts racing through my head—does that make me part lesbian if I play with girls? I knew that many women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual, and most guys enjoyed watching women play with each other. But would I enjoy it like I enjoy being with men?

Earlier, I had been with her partner for my first private experience, now she was going to eat my pussy (with both our partners eagerly watching!). I am often asked if I can tell the difference between a man or a woman giving me oral sex, and generally the women are more gifted (as one might suppose, seeing how they know what it’s like to receive). She was wonderful, being delicate and sensual, hitting spots that guys often don’t take the time to focus on. Knowing it was a woman (and being the first time) made it even more erotic. Of course, I had several orgasms.

When she took a break, I sat up and eagerly asked if I could return the favor (to which she graciously agreed). Once in position between her legs, I asked “now what do I do?” “Just do what you like” was the response. But I am always too into the moment to take notes! So my husband jumped up next to me and whispered in my ear what to do. After I got past the list of things to try and the suggestions to vary the speed and pressure, I put my arms up around her sides so I could caress her breasts and feel her stomach, hips, and the outside of her g-spot. I got into it more, and felt her body react to my tongue and lips. I inserted my fingers while sucking and licking her clit and pussy to increase the stimulation. I got turned on especially by the thought that I had the ability and power to drive a women to orgasm! It was empowering, and very different than being with a man where the female is often more of a recipient than a driver of the action. After she had had several orgasms, I came up for air to take a break. They told me I looked like a Cheshire cat in a pie eating contest with a huge grin and a wet mouth!

I was excited to have opened a new door to still more adventures. My world had just expanded…now I liked being with men AND women. While still glowing from my third amazing experience of the day, we went visiting different houseboats to see if we could hook-up with still more people. We found about 20 couples crammed into one houseboat watching a DVD of “The Puppetry of the Penis,” a comedy routine by two guys who do impressions using their penis and testicles. Most of the guys in the crowd were feeling pretty good after a few drinks of liquid courage, and some of the guys started putting on a show of their favorite impressions! My husband got the courage to do the “boomerang” which consisted of pulling his dick one way and his balls the other, making a wide angle in the shape of a boomerang. Others attempted the hamburger, the loch ness monster, and many of the other impressions performed by these “artists.”

When we first arrived at this boat, we found a way to sit next to the youngest couple (just a few years younger than us) on the trip. It also happened to be their first lifestyle activity (I would have been blown away if this was my first experience!), and her name and my name were the same (which got my husband extra excited!). Her husband asked what happened to the sexier outfit I had been wearing earlier in the day (which made me feel good that he had noticed me!), and my husband asked if he’d like me to change back into that outfit. His excited response motivated me to leave and honor his request! After the men’s penis show, we followed them and another couple up to the top of one of the boats to play. For each of us (her and I), it would be the second time being with another woman (and we had the same name…weird, huh?). We had barely begun kissing when she popped her head up to announce “one rule—no penetration!” I was with her husband, and you could tell he was disappointed at her limitation. I so wanted him to “accidentally slip” and put his cock inside me, but he honored his wife’s request. We had so much fun, that her limitation didn’t seem to restrain us much. We got into the 69 position, got into 3somes, everyone spoiled a lady (we took turns) so that five mouths were on one person at a time…all under the stars with the moon’s light reflecting off the still water. Can life get any better than this?

We slept well our last night on the lake, and awoke early to eat and start cleaning up the houseboats and head back to the marina before the high winds picked up. I snuck up to the top of the boat while everyone else was busy downstairs, and one of the guys came up to join me. As we were talking, we started touching each other and then I knelt down and started to give him a blow job…until I noticed him looking across the deck and he said, “here comes your husband.” It was fun to have snuck away…and then gotten caught! But I felt a little embarrassed by it, and got up. My husband said to the guy “you shouldn’t have said anything—you cut your blow job short!” He wanted to surprise me while I was thinking I was getting away with something.

Just as our captain had told me, I emerged from this trip a very different person. I had progressed so far, being with another women for the first time, having a lengthy erotic experience alone with another man without my husband being by my side, feeling attractive after so many men (and some of the ladies) kept hitting on me constantly for several days, and making love to several people in the space of a few days. I had moved from the titillation of something new and exciting, to feeling comfortable and confident that I could have a great time with many partners in this new society that we were now well accepted in. In our conversations traveling home and for a few nights after, we reviewed the highlights of the trip, and speculated about what new surprises the lifestyle may yet have in store for us. And we revisited our rules (even though I had a great time alone with our captain, I felt jealous at the thought of my husband doing that without me present and told him I didn’t want him to do that!). This wasn’t the last time we’d expand our boundaries and explore new territory.

First Group Play

My husband had joined a lifestyle website to do research before that fateful trip to the desert, and now that we were a couple participating in the lifestyle, he modified the profile and started posting pictures (mostly of me) since profiles without pictures get very few responses. Some people said they were no longer part of that website, but we could see them on another site. So over time, we ended up on several different swinger websites.

While our early attempts at emailing people and asking if they’d like to meet met with very few positive responses, we kept taking the first step to try expand our possibilities. One day, we got a request from another couple to join them and a third couple. We were kidless that day (as were they), so it appeared the stars had aligned to make this possible for all of us (the other couples had even more difficulty getting away to play than we did).

After arriving, we sat in the living room of the host’s house socializing for a while. Then the third couple left the room for a minute, and came back with very little on. Things started to steam up a little, and finally we moved into the bedroom. Since we were still somewhat new and hesitant, the other two couples swapped, so my husband and I hooked up. I was a bit concerned that maybe they didn’t like us, or that we would only be voyeurs, being a soft swap couple watching the others go at it. But then that third couple managed to get me involved. My husband was still left out, so he grabbed a camera to take pictures. Eventually, one of the ladies invited him over to give him a blow job while she was being penetrated from behind.

However, I was stuck in a 69 position with one of the guys on top of me, and I felt trapped and powerless which turned me off. It also didn’t help that I didn’t like the way he kissed me. My husband said he kept an eye on me and didn’t notice that I was stressed. When I finally escaped, I gave my husband our signal “I need a drink.” However, he was finally starting to get some action, and so he brushed me off and said, “go ahead and get one.” I then became insistent, as he wasn’t paying attention, and I said again in strongly measured words “I NEED A DRINK!” Finally, he got the hint, apologized and pulled away from his play partner, and joined me in the kitchen where I told him of my experience.

While I had mixed feelings about the day (we liked the third couple, and continue to have fun with them a year later), we learned from that couple about how to get the party started and get everyone involved when you have several couples playing. Later on, I was able to get some advice from some more experienced people about how to handle an experience that you aren’t comfortable with (it wasn’t enough to have a safe—or panic—word or sign). I learned some tricks about limiting the depth that a penis could be pushed into my mouth, and how to stop a guy from being too rough with my breasts. Someday I’ll share more of my secrets about how to prevent what starts out as a fun activity from turning into a nightmare. In a year’s time I only needed to use them a few times, but thankfully I knew some defensive maneuvers so I didn’t have my whole night (or longer) ruined by someone who wasn’t a sensitive lover.

We’ve heard many stories from new people who seemed to jump too fast or try too hard, and without enough preparation ending up having an experience they’d rather forget—or worse, and very bad experience (and yet they kept persisting until they had good experiences!). Somehow, we’ve had many wonderful experiences. Even though my husband complains about me being too hesitant, he’s also complimented me on having an intuitive sense of when some things just don’t seem right, and we find out later that we were glad we never hooked up with certain couples. However, there was also an experience (tell you later!) where my husband kept a close eye on things because I was infatuated but he saw red flags. All the more reason to be involved in the lifestyle as a couple or with a partner who looks after you…and why single ladies tend to stick close to a favorite couple who will look out for them.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Swinging - A Bad Rap

During our family trip, we stayed with some friends for a few days (she was my best friend after high school). I was dying to tell her about our new adventures. She noticed that I was considerably happier than I had been in previous years, and seemed to have a lust for life (she was stuck in the married with kids & bills rut). After a few days, we told her and her husband what we were doing. At first, she had lots of questions (Aren’t you worried about disease? Are you worried one of you will find someone else you love even more and end up splitting up? Etc.). Even after answering her questions and telling her some of our stories, she still wasn’t comfortable with our activities.

We were very surprised that she reacted somewhat negatively. She was a very open-minded person. She came from a similar (very conservative) religious background as us, but when she became a flight attendant, she behaved wildly (making up for lost time?). She lived with her boyfriend before they got married. We suspected that she still took advantage of opportunities while working / traveling even though she was now married & with children. But she had a hard time dealing with the news.

We’ve since learned that many people, even if they seem to be open minded and actually have multiple sex partners, have difficulty with the idea of swinging. Even if they live in a lousy marriage, many tend to have a closed mind and won’t even consider the possibility. My husband thinks it’s because people have a romantic notion about marriage, and there’s lots of underlying religious issues too. He finds it interesting that most people will be titillated by stories of affairs, wishing they could have fun on the side as well (many do), but also wrapped up in the drama of the cheating and lying. So if many people are willing to consider having an affair, or look the other way or are empathetic to friends who have affairs, why wouldn’t they be open to a healthier situation—where there is no lying or cheating, where both people participate and support each other, and get to have the benefits of an expanded pool of lovers?

Maybe some of the resistance has to do with an old notion of swinging. Some of the “vanilla” people (people who aren’t participating in the lifestyle) we talk to think of orgies with strangers when they think of swinging. While this may be true for some (the more hardcore swingers), it is certainly a small minority. Most of the people we know in the lifestyle are very cautious and have many restrictions or rules that guide their play. Some are only voyeurs or only engage in female / female play (the guys may watch, and then play with their own spouse at the end). Others will soft swap (stay with their own partner, but have sex next to another couple and watch each other make love), in some cases allowing some touch between the couples or even oral sex. Others will full swap (switch partners), but will not do group activities (more than two couples on the same bed). Some may be into fetish or extreme activities. Most are respectful of other people’s boundaries (although they may not be interested in playing with others who prefer a different level of intensity or like different ways of playing).

As a result of this spectrum from soft to hard, and the many variations of play, there is often tremendous diversity in a crowd of swingers. Some need to socialize many times with another couple, the stars need to align, and magic happen at just the right moment before they are willing to submit to an intimate encounter. Others are ready to play the moment you ask. I usually need liquid courage (3 beers and I turn into a slut!) to be comfortable with someone the first time. Unless, of course, they are an absolute gorgeous hunk or if I’ve had the chance to get to know them well and feel comfortable with them as a quality person.


Some people have written in online lifestyle forums that they wish the world would be more accepting of alternative lifestyles, and want to follow the homosexual community’s example of being proactive to reduce society’s barriers. Others think that part of the excitement of the lifestyle is that it is considered taboo by society, making what we do special and distinct from what most people consider normal and proper. What bothers me is that most people don’t understand how liberating the lifestyle is, how much it has helped me grow and improve my self confidence, and how much more fun I’m having now that I’ve got many new friends who are willing to share their knowledge and talents to make sex even better than it was before. Some things improve with age, and maturity certainly helps one enjoy sex much more (if one can only decide to climb up out of the rut and experiment).

And the greatest paradox of all—it has made my love for my husband so much stronger than it was before!


And I look everyday at my many vanilla friends and people at work who live miserable lives because they won’t even allow for the possibility (for them, the world is still flat, and the earth is at the center of the universe).

Swing Clubs



We had heard about a club north of Seattle, New Horizons, that has been around for decades. Since we have family there, we thought we’d visit. In August, we had a family road trip that included a stop in Seattle, so we made sure to time it for the weekend when they were open.

We left the kids with my grandmother telling her not to stay up waiting for us since we’d be out late (she did anyway!). When we arrived at New Horizons, we found a large building that appeared to be a cross between a lodge and a spa. We were escorted to the back lawn where we listened to an orientation about the lifestyle. We were impressed by the care they took to make sure the women were comfortable with being there, and made it OK for them to say “I’m not ready for this yet.” They knew how important it was that people (particularly the women) enjoy themselves, and not feel like they are being forced to doing something they really didn’t want to do.

Next, they provided a tour of the facilities. We fell in love with the place. The grounds were spacious and beautiful, and being located in Seattle, everything was very green. Towering pines surrounding the property (which is used for weddings during the day) and you could see the stars overhead at night (well, at least in the summer!). There was a water feature and little hiding places if you wanted to take a walk on the wild side. Several blow up beds were scattered about the spacious lawns if you wanted to make love under the stars. There was also a yurt for those who wanted to reserve a special room for a private gatherings or sleeping quarters.

Inside, they were preparing a tasty buffet dinner and we sat in their restaurant / nightclub area which was tri-level where all the guests ate together. We enjoyed that opportunity to socialize, getting to know others (which was important for us to consider going the next step) without loud music getting in the way like happens too often in bar settings. Then they had some party activities to further break the ice, recognizing the new people and those celebrating special occasions (anniversary, birthday, etc.). It was nice to get to know a little bit about some of the others there, and exciting to watch friends of those honored line up and one-by-one offer a special “congratulations” in front of the whole crowd. It all made for a very welcoming, friendly environment.

Then they lowered the lights and started a dance with a live band. We danced to a few songs, then moved on toward the locker room to change into sexier attire. We went to the outdoor Jacuzzi where we were able to get better acquainted with six other couples. One couple was particularly nice and we had a lot in common with them (length of marriage, age of kids, etc.). It wouldn’t be the last time we saw them that night.

Next we wrapped towels around us and wandered through the couples play area. One area had a maze of beds and cubby holes, making me feel like a kid again. Since I was still a bit shy and concerned about keeping control over my environment (I didn’t want someone uninvited to join in with us—it was important for me to get to know someone before being comfortable with them touching or kissing me…or more), I found a little cubby hole just big enough for the two of us. The environment was erotic, and knowing that other couples were walking past and peaking in as they walked by, and others were just feet from us—above us, to the side of us—and hearing their happy sounds as they had orgasms, made for a very hot time with my husband. In addition to the sexy ambiance, my husband and I had been on the road for two weeks with kids, so we hadn’t had good sex (sex while standing in the shower was rather limiting) for quite some time. So the moment was extra special! And it was so nice to be in an environment where you could completely let loose and express yourself vocally, unlike being at home with the kids just down the hall.

When we had finished playing, we continued meandering through the play area watching the other sexy couples play as we walked by. We walked into the orgy room and marveled at the brave souls who felt free enough to play in a group setting with several couples and other couples watching them. That seemed so advanced to me and I just couldn’t imagine doing that. We went back to get some desert, and then stopped by the Olympic sized pool. Of course, everywhere you went, there were other sexy couples to check out and then talk with your partner about whether they would like to hook up with them. Next, we explored the outdoors (now that it was dark). We made out near the fountain and gazed up at the stars.

Eventually we made our way back to the couples play area, and when we stopped by the orgy room again, the couple we connected with earlier in the Jacuzzi approached us. “We’re in the next room, would you like to join us?” My husband looked at me for my response (he’s always interested!) and, in a bit of a panic, I quickly reacted “why don’t we go over to that top bunk bed over there,” as I pointed nearby. So we went up to this tiny bed in a safe place with little head room before hitting the ceiling. Certainly no one else would be able to join us there!

Both of us ladies laid down, our arms & legs touching since it was tight quarters. The guys climbed on top, starting first with some kisses and then moving quickly to giving us oral sex. It seemed somewhat like a team sport—synchronized fucking or something like that. It was neat to feel her and hear her respond to my husband as I received pleasure from hers. Receiving oral for the 2nd time from someone who wasn’t my husband was electrifying—a mixture of the excitement of getting away with doing something that most people considered wrong (and enjoying it immensely) as well as the thrill of being with someone new for the first time. Soon, I was in another world, lost in my passion. Almost as if on cue, the guys moved into position for sex. This was the first time in 20 years I would have a different penis in my pussy, which was amazing…incredibly exciting! The thought of what we were doing was almost as exciting as the actual pleasure from the act itself. After about a half hour of exploring and stimulating each other’s bodies, we rested in each other’s arms and visited some more, and then went back downstairs to get something to eat after our workout. We exchanged contact information. They had a website that tracked lifestyle activities in the area, and had put together some information for first timers or newbies that was very helpful.

We left that night having a memorable evening. We talked about everything that happened. My husband was glad that I finally went all the way, but questioned my choice of play areas. His play partner especially liked getting fucked from behind, but the headroom was so small it didn’t allow him to kneel in a position to do so. We loved the club and looked forward to returning someday soon, and we looked forward to even more exciting opportunities in the future!

After we returned home from our trip, we went to some local clubs in the LA area. Since I was still a bit insecure, I’d tell my husband “no” when he’d suggest we go meet another couple. I guess I thought things might move faster than I could control so I was a bit nervous. At one club in downtown LA (
LACouples), I would lead my husband to a cubby hole that overlooked two small play areas, and I’d unscrew the light bulb so no one could watch us. At another club near our home, I would only play with my husband the first few times we went. I loved dressing up sexy, dancing, and making love to my husband while we watched others play (known as soft swinging). But my husband was anxious to deepen our involvement.