A Swinger's First Time Story

My partner "Paul" and I had been together for many, many years off and on. Coming from a home of several failed marriages I refused to get hitched myself, whereas he wanted to, so occasionally we hit an impasse and took a break. But being in love, we always reunited after only a short while apart, this last - and hopefully final - break, "Paul" made a concession that if I would at least open myself up to the idea of marriage in the future that would be enough for him.

But just because we weren't married didn't mean we didn't act married. Particularly in the bedroom. We had HAD a very robust and satisfying sex life but now it had become rather pedestrian. After our last break up-make up, we didn't experience sex out of this world like we were accustomed to. It became a routine, and we lost the "spark" somehow. The whole "touch me here, I do this to you, I bend this way, you say this, we climax, then turn on Game of Thrones" was way too common.

We wanted to add spice, something to shake it up. Toys weren't the answer, we'd introduced them into our relationship a long time ago.

Role play was a helluva lot of fun, and I really got into that. I would spend hours planning ideas , scenarios, and roles for us to play. I would work on my outfit , it had to be sexy but be a tad realistic towards the game we were playing. But "Paul" didn't like it. He would do it for me, and it did help add some zest to our sex life, but if it's mainly one sided it defeats the purpose.

We tried porn, which shockingly left us both underwhelmed. At first we both found it just not sexy. But then we came across an actress - Brooke Lee Adams - we both found to be incredibly pretty and sexy, who didn't just hold our interest with her body but held this presence about her that we liked. We had a LOT of fun watching her, and that added a LOT of sizzle to our bedroom. But after a while the doubts of "Is Paul turned on because of her? Does he think of Brooke when he fucks me?" crept in. Not at first, but over time , and after many many movies, I came to think I was just "stunt pussy", a stand in for Brooke in his eyes. Resentment built up and our sex life took a worse turn. In all reality porn hurt us more than helped.

I brought up a threesome, which predictably he was all for. We even started looking at escorts to make arrangements. But I chickened out. I don't want my first girl on girl experience - and I really do want one - to be a contest where I'm also trying to please him too. I want it to just be her and me, so I can relish the experience fully without distraction.

It was a friend , "Sally", who brought up swapping. Over iced tea and chicken salad, I told her of our frustrations in the bedroom. Mind you she wasn't the first I confided in, merely the first to offer swapping as an alternative. "Sally" told me her husband and she had that issue, it's the familiarity with each other. They needed the excitement back again. They tried swapping and love it! She said some couples don't stay in the lifestyle, they just use it to ramp up their sex life then get out. She mentions that's what I would be interested in, but she and her husband continue to swap.

I was skeptical, and when I mentioned it to my partner so was he. Although like most men he would love to see a woman between my legs, watching another man put his cock inside me wasn't something he wanted to see. And although I was ready to share him in a threesome, to look across the room and see him thrusting inside another woman didn't sound appealing.

We both said no quickly to the idea and moved on. But the thought still lingered. And lingered. And was getting a little turned on thinking about it. After a week I called "Paul" on his cell while he was at the Redskins game and asked "Are you still thinking about this?" He said yes, and I told him so was I. When he came home he took me into the bedroom and we had amazing sex. Best in a long, long time. We lay there afterward and he said it before I could:

"Let's do it."

We set ground rules. Neither of us wanted to watch the other get fucked, so we would have to be in separate rooms. That eliminates strangers, because I wouldn't be comfortable screwing someone I just met--I've never been a one night stand kind of girl, well at least not til now. We did want to do it in our house, that much was certain.

We began looking for candidates, friends or acquaintances we found attractive who might be willing. That reached a dead end fast as we realized 'how the hell are we going to ask them into our bed'? The solution was to go back to the source, "Sally", and ask her advice.

"Sally" surprised me when she suggested her husband and herself. I politely said no, she's one of my closest friends and secondly as busy in the swapping lifestyle as they have been I don't think I want her husband for my choice. Call me prudish if you wish. She mentioned an acquaintance from college, "Misty"; she had a miscarriage over a year ago and her boyfriend and she were having real trouble with intimacy. "Sally" suggested swapping and they tried it and it seemed to work well for them. She mentioned she would contact "Misty" on our behalf.

A few days later "Misty" contacted me. We had a polite conversation catching up, then spoke openly about swinging. She'd done it twice, once amazing and once not so great. The last experience was so poor she was hesitant to get back into it, but felt comfortable with me and would try again. Besides, she quickly added, "I've always thought Paul was insanely hot."

Since we hadn't seen each other in a while, we were going to have a couples night out to get acquainted, but no sex. That night went well, really well in fact. "Misty" and I got along very well, she fawned over "Paul" like the insanely hot stud muffin she thought he was, and I had fun with her boyfriend "Jack". When the night was over "Misty" sent me a text to confirm next week it was on.

I wasn't nervous until they walked in the door. "Misty" looked gorgeous, and I felt doubt hitting me fast. "Jack" kissed me on the cheek and spoke often of how amazing I looked , which helped, but I couldn't take my eyes off of "Misty" and her predatory glare at "Paul".
We enjoyed a quick, light dinner. The conversation was pleasant , but it was obvious we were here for the main event. "Misty" and I had made arrangements that we would just take the man we were swapping with by the hand after dinner when we were ready and lead them to the bedroom. "Misty" wasted little time as she grabbed "Paul" and led him to the guest room down the hall.

I glanced at "Jack" and he anticipated the same thing but I countered with "More wine"? We sat drinking for another twenty minutes as I tried not to think of my partner having his way with a very attractive woman in the other room. I grabbed another glass, drank most of it in one gulp, then grabbed "Jack" by the hand and led him to my bedroom.

"Jack" is a good looking guy. He's also one helluva kisser, I know because as soon as we got to the room he planted his lips on me. The clothes were off shortly thereafter and soon I was on the bed in missionary while he fucked me. It took maybe five minutes I think to get that way. It took maybe two for "Jack" to reach orgasm. I didn't make a big deal about it, I thought being inside a new woman he was nervous and off his game, but round two he'd knock my socks off.

There was no round two. He gave me oral sex after he came and was exceptional at it, but he was done for the night. I laid there naked hoping to entice him for more, continuing to push the thought of my partner fucking "Misty" out of my head, but he wouldn't budge. He was a quick shooter and with only one bullet it seems.

We agreed the night would end at midnight, so "Jack" and I spent the remaining hours talking . This isn't what I envisioned when I said I wanted to swap. Finally midnight was upon us and I jumped out of my room and into the hallway. To my surprise I saw "Misty" waiting on her man. When she saw me she gave me a big hug and said "Thanks I really needed tonight." Uh yeah I guess you did sister...

After saying good night to "Misty" and "Jack", I walked into the spare bedroom to find "Paul" still lying in bed, naked and resting. Did they fuck until time ran out??? He smiled as I walked in. I thought I'd be livid with him, put some pants on at least, doesn't he know the internal shit I'm going through? Instead I really wanted to have sex with him. I suppose some of it was not being satisfied during my swap but honestly I think it was the competition in me, to show him I'm a better fuck than "Misty". I didn't stoop to that level but damn my body really wanted me to.

I told him we were not doing that again, and I started crying. I told him I couldn't stand him being with another woman. He told me why didn't you say so in the first place . I'm a woman that's why. Sometimes I don't understand me either. He wanted to hold me but I wouldn't let him, he had "Misty" all over him. I made him take a shower.

We talked a lot the next morning. We agreed to see a sex therapist. But I couldn't handle him with someone else. That's my cock it belongs to me. He took the opportunity to say if we were married this wouldn't even be an issue.

So we've made an agreement - I want to see a therapist to get our sex mojo back, and he wants a ring on my finger. Now we both get what we want.

Just a Swingin': My First Time Swinging

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