You will remember me as the Jane who really wasn’t sure about getting into this swinging thing but decided to give it a go. I wrote my first piece about that experience a few weeks ago (Jane’s First Swing 22 April) and since them some of you have encouraged me to tell what happened in the rest of the evening so here goes! Having been initiated by Julie and the rest of the girls, I realised that the “big event” - sex with a man other than my husband – was about to happen as I looked up to see Julie’s husband, Chris, gazing down at me and felt his naked body beginning to cover mine. Beyond his head there seemed to be a sea of faces looking at me and, for a moment, I thought I can’t do this! Amongst the sea, I spotted my husband, Steve, who nodded slightly and mouthed “its alright” to me. I wasn’t sure that it was but knew that now was not the time to remember that I hadn’t fed the cats or brought the washing in. Chris hovered above me, knowing my dilemma and it was make your mind up time before his elbows gave way. I shut my eyes, put my hands on his bum and pulled him into me. It was seconds later when I realised that I’d made the right decision. God, this guy was good. Starting slowly, Chris gradually buried all of himself in me and then began to work up speed; all the time seeming to go deeper and deeper. I kept my eyes shut and just concentrated on the effect that Chris was having. He pushed faster and faster into me and, to gather from his breathing, was getting quite worked up. I bucked my hips to meet every thrust and was getting quite worked up too. Then it was all over and Chris was coming deep inside me, collapsing on me before rolling off. I, too, had been close to coming and couldn’t stop myself from giving a slightly frustrated “ohhhhhhhhh” as it had all come to a stop a bit too soon for my liking. Chris gave me a kiss and disappeared, to be immediately replaced by a short dark guy that I’d seen on the other side of the room when we’d arrived. He immediately went down on me and started licking. This was nice but above all it gave me the chance to look round the room. The sea of faces had disappeared and from various angles I could see couples in different stages of undress getting off with one another. Of my husband, Steve, there was no sign. Anyway my new found friend seemed determined to lick until he’d worn me away and I just settled back to enjoy it as, one by one, the couples around me had their fun and then made their way to the kitchen where the drinks were. Eventually I was the only girl left in the room and, like the girl at the school disco tricked into dancing with the persistent nerd, there comes a time when enough is enough. Pulling him gently up by the ears, I thanked my licker, straightened my basque and stockings and made my way into the kitchen. Despite all I’d been through I still felt a little self-conscious standing there in front of all those naked and half naked people but I need not have done. Julie made her way over with Chris and kissed me and asked if I was enjoying myself. Julie explained that there was something that she wanted my help with and told me that Chris was bi. As she spoke she almost absent mindedly slipped a finger in me and explained that at her parties, unlike some others, everything happened: nothing was forbidden. She told me that Chris was bi and fancied my husband, Steve, and did I know how Steve would respond and could I think of a way of encouraging this. Once again my mind was blown. Here was my old friend fingering me and asking for my help to get my husband involved in his bi initiation! I had to admit that I had always had this thing about watching two guys together and if one of them could be Steve…….wow!!! I told Julie that I knew that Steve had very sensitive nipples and that like most men had a thing about two women together. I was sure that if things started that way almost anything could follow. Almost as I said it, I felt two hands come round my breasts and a body squeeze up behind me. To my horror I felt what could only be a prick push against my bottom. Infront of me Julie laughed and said “here, let me help you” and she reached behind me to guide the prick into my still sopping hole. I was mortified. I was being taken from behind without any warning and in front of a whole load of people too!!! In my ear I heard my husband, Steve – for it was him – tell me to make sure that I put on a good show and then his fingers nipped my nipples and pulled me forward slightly so that he could get the perfect angle. After that he just pumped away into me, moving one hand down to rub my clit at the same time. There was part of me that was loving every moment. There was another part of me which was truly horrified that the noise of our efforts had caused all conversation to stop and a semicircle to form around us. I’m sure that it was my husband’s hand rather than his prick or the audience which did it but fairly soon I came to an earth shattering orgasm and was left weak at the knees and the applause ringing in my ears. Fortunately my performance had spurred the audience to perform themselves and they all trooped past me back into the room where it had all started to resume their own fun. Steve went off with someone too. I turned to Julie and told her that I had made my mind up. I would help her to make Chris’ dream come true and grinned to myself when I thought that the surprise that I had just had would be nothing to the one that Steve would be getting……………… Although this is the second part of my experiences that I’ve written up, at Julie’s insistence, for SH, I’m still not sure that I’m giving people what they want. Its all true but the stories that I’ve read here seem very varied in all sorts of ways so I’m not sure whether people want to hear of my events and whether they like the way I’m telling them. Please email me and let me know what you think: whether I should write more or hang up my pen and go back to my rubber gloves.