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Posted (admin) in Swinger Stories on May-11-2008

OK, I’m feeling like an old hand at this now with a few parties under my belt, but there are sometimes funny things that happen, or at least interesting stuff.

I got back from a weekend get away with my “host couple” which involved a couple of parties in the northern part of lower Michigan. I had an amazing time, the best yet I think. Mostly because I think I am just relaxing far more in advance, rather than when I get there.

The first thing, which I thought was both unusual, but very sweet, was aswinger-story.jpg woman attending the first nights party with her husband. There were five couples, an odd guy out, and myself. She was in a wheel chair, and didn’t have the use of her legs. She was in her late 30s, maybe early 40s, and seemed to know at least one couple there. I’m wasn’t well known to most of the folks at that point, and I’m still trying to remember folks, not that I guess I could repeat their names here anyway. The day started with food and at least two football games and some boating actually, as it was a lake house we were at. Well things starting to get busier that evening, and the woman in the chair and the one couple they seemed to know well, came into the large room, which I was “busy” with the solo male in the second bed there. What was sweet was that they laid her onto the bed, and undressed her, and all three made love to her… <| Continue… |>



 
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Posted (admin) in Swinger Stories on May-11-2008

My first swinging experiences were while married to my now ex-husband.

I had gone into the lifestyle feeling beyond bi-curious but definitely not ceswinger-story-swinger.jpgrtain about anything. Our first time with another couple had not included anything between myself and the lady, it just kind of worked out that way. Actually, that is how things worked twice more after that. My bisexual urges were getting stronger, the desire was definitely there.

The week following our 3rd experience (3rd couple), the femalecalled and invited me to lunch. She didn’t work, I did. I met her at a Steak and swinger-story-swingers.jpgAle - we had wine with our lunch. By the time I called into work with some excuse about why I wouldn’t be back, we were about to drink the third glass of wine. Two sips into it, she suggested a bubble bath and some champagne at her home might be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon (which was one of those hazy, rainy afternoons made for just such activity). Think that was one of the fastest exits from a restaurant I’d ever done.

Logistics dictated that both cars had to be driven, and following herhome was delicious tingling torture. We actually did manage some time in that bubble bath - but the champagne and ever increasingarousal made us realize we might drown if we didn’t move into the bedroom… <| Continue… |>