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.
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.
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