I should start at the beginning of it all, so our point of view can be understood. Our names are Angela and Bill, we are what in some circles are referred to as swingers or lifestyle people. Simply put, we like the idea of multiple partners during sex, however for us it is more than just mindless heartless sex. We are not into the fuck and flee sex that so many of our fellow swingers seem to enjoy. We need something deeper, something with more soul to it. We need to establish that mental connection with what we call our playmates. One could safely say we expect more from the couples with whom we choose to be involved.
Now it takes a tremendous amount of trust and love for each other, as a married couple, to even think about being in this lifestyle. This way of life is not for those who's marriages are in turmoil of any kind, it will only lead it to a miserable ending. Beware that this is not a way to fix problems in a marriage. Occasionally though, for those that can be honest with their partner and themselves, for those few who can truly accept this lifestyle, it can make ones marriage even stronger.
Strangely the catalyst for our involvement with this beautiful lifestyle ,was at first glance our constant search for new spicy things to do during sex. Later we started to gear our desires towards Angela's bisexuality and my passion for satisfying women.
One of the largest misconceptions is that the lifestyle is limited to just wife swapping. Now for some, the wife swapping is a major part of the lifestyle. To us life is never that black and white. As for us we always look for the grays, there is so much more fun in the middle of the roads.
Angela and I have only been in the lifestyle for a short time. We had discussed for months what we wanted in the playmates we would choose. What our sexual boundaries would be with those playmate and our emotional involvement. The difficult part, was finding just the right couple. A couple, with whom we shared the same goals and boundaries while still having the initial sexual and mental attraction to each other. With all that said this still was not a part of our first wonderful tryst.
Like many others we went to the clubs, and found one in particular we could feel free and comfortable. We loved going to the Paradise club to watch and talk with other couples who had a similar appetite for sex. The public displays of lust only made us inpatient as we longed to experience the delight for ourselves
Like over anxious children we rushed into the first time. One Saturday night, I believe it was naked twister night at the club. The club was jammed with other horny lifestyle people from the area. All of whom were touching and fondling each other all over the place. Half naked women and men playing like pubescent teens at a make out party. In many ways it was such erotic fun, yet it was kind of sophomoric foreplay at the same time. As adults, we just seem to relish that stuff don't we? We played the game for a bit with each other, fondling and teasing one another. Truth be told we were a little to scared to actually play with other people. How far would we be expected to go, and were would we truly want each other to stop. After playing a bit with each other, we went down stairs to peek into the rooms. It was about 11:30 and that's usually when they lock the doors and people drift downstairs and the action really starts. We loved watching all those horny people fuck and suck each other with total abandonment. That sweet smell of sex that fills the rooms, inviting us with every whiff. Part of each of us wanting this sexual freedom, not as a separate freedom to be enjoyed alone, but as something we could share as a couple. All we needed was the trust in each other and the right couple, not to mention the courage to play.
Much to our surprise nobody was down stairs at all. Generally by that time of night someone is downstairs fucking their brains out. We decided this was a good time to try getting used to being naked around the club. Our excuse would be to give each other a massage with Angela's new oil. Although we knew we would be seen, we pretended that our intentions were completely innocent. Still we loved the erotica and that socially unacceptable part of be naked in public.