First Time Swingers 12

How or when it started doesn't really matter, but I'll pick up the story at the point that I suggested to my husband that maybe it would be fun to spice up our sex life a little bit by visiting a clothing-optional resort. I was feeling neglected and was convinced that he didn't find me attractive enough to entice and excite him, and wondered if anyone else actually would. I have a flirtatious personality, but that's just my personality and there's never been any intent behind it. To me it's just being friendly, but as an adult I've learned to tone it down because other people take my actions and attitude in a way I wouldn't intend. My experience brought me to a place where I never would have seriously looked to one side or the other; my desire was and is for my husband and for his attentions to my needs. So when a friend mentioned having visited a place like this, I mulled it over as a possibility just to spark some interest. Hubby liked the idea and we started doing looking online to find resorts. One of the nearest ones to us had a banner advertisement for a swingers website, and it's been a roller coaster ride ever since. I still haven't decided if I'm going to tell the real stories of what happened, or if I'll tell you what would have been more awesome and is more gratifying. Very seldom do those two concepts align in my actual experience, so take that for what it's worth.

The very first encounter was on hubby's birthday. He'd connected with some guy online who lived about a half hour away from us; that's close simply because we're rural and there's just not a lot of folks in our area who play like we'd hoped. We wished for other couples, but most of who was on the sites and making inquiries were single men. Often, these guys are more than willing to follow whatever rules we put in place just to get access to me. Just as often, they're hopeful for any sideways action from hubby as well, in ranges from minimal contact to full access one direction or the other, but that's for later stories because the intent with this guy was all attentions on me.

Well, sort of. The whole premise was that we would go to this guy's house and I would set up my massage table and give him a sensual massage that turned sexy. I'm a licensed massage therapist, so that's not something I do in my practice, but I've done it for hubby of course and he was interested in watching that kind of encounter as much as I was interested in trying it. So we get to this guy's house and we go to set up and I noticed some pictures on the wall. That's when he told us that he's married and she doesn't know that this is going on.

That experience helped us realize that we needed to be more diligent about finding out the situation before just deciding that someone is nice enough to try out. We should've left, but we'd driven all that way and were both anticipating the encounter, so we didn't. We got the massage table set up and I had the guy lay face down on the table. I did my massage routine, more sensual than usual and trying to lean into him here and there. Hubby did a little direction with that and would sometimes come over to the table and make eyes at me, point for me to rub a specific area, or other small things. I had my 'client' turn over so he was face up, and hubby had me take my shirt off.

I did quite a bit of no massage at all, up near this guy's head and shoulders, rubbing my breasts around while he tried to play with them. I moved down his body and did my rubbing and playing, but I was a little confused because his erection wasn't as firm as I expected and I started to wonder if the guy only had one testical. Hubby told me later that since we'd told the guy that there would be no penetration, he'd probably jacked off earlier in the day and was being affected by that.

We'd talked previously about some of hubby's bisexual curiosities, and this was our first opportunity to let him do some experimenting with that. Hubby motioned that I should do more boob rubbing, and he moved down to do some exploring of his own. Just hand stuff at this point, but they were both having a great time when our new friend asked if we could take things to the bedroom. So off we went.

This was when we got most of the classics out of the way. Eiffel tower position, or some people call it London. I'm on my hands and knees on the mattress, with one man in my mouth and the other between my legs. They switched places a time or two, I don't really remember it well anymore, but my hubby has a large enough penis that he tries to let the other guy have his fun first.

At some point, hubby was just watching this guy take me from behind. He didn't realize when the guy finished, though, even though he had stopped and asked about finishing inside of me. We shouldn't have been allowing that, even though I medically can't get pregnant any more, but we were naive and thankfully nothing ever came of that particular oversight. I knew that he'd finished but was still resting inside me, but hubby decided to reach over and help.

The guy didn't have a very big member, and hubby had reached over several times and added his fingers to help ensure that I was getting something out of the encounter. This time, he could tell that I had experienced at least a little bit of an orgasm, and reached inside to get my juices on his hand to taste. Only since the other guy had already finished, what he got a taste of was not my juices at all.

He didn't tell me that had happened until the car ride on the way home. We still laugh about the year he got pie for his birthday instead of cake.