Follow along for our adventures into swinging

The Evolution of Us

Lewis and I were always sexually adventurous. We met young, but we grew up fast, exploring our boundaries together from the very beginning. He was the one who introduced me to my first orgasm and my first sex toy, setting the stage for a connection that was always about more than just the basics.

Then, life happened. We had kids early, and the chaos of parenthood naturally tamed our wilder side. While we always made time for intimacy, the "adventurous" parts of us took a backseat to the everyday hustle of raising a family.

Rediscovery

Twenty years later, I found myself reading… a lot. If I’m being honest, I was exclusively diving into romance novels—the kind where the sex is frequent and the kinks are varied. It didn’t take long to find my "holy grail" genre: reverse harems. I became obsessed with stories where the woman is the absolute center of the universe, worshipped by multiple men who exist solely to make her feel incredible.

Here’s the thing about me: my self-perception has never been great. I’ve never seen myself as attractive, let alone "hot." For twenty-three years, Lewis has spent every single day trying to drum it into my head that I am sexy and beautiful. But as anyone with low self-esteem knows, changing your own mind is the hardest battle of all.

The Spark

Those books, however, started changing something inside me. They turned me on so intensely that I began acting completely out of character. I started filming myself and sending him videos; I’d drag him upstairs at random times of the day, unable to wait. We were having the best sex of our lives, fueled by me whispering the plots of my books into his ear.

We started experimenting with new toys, and the chemistry was off the charts. Then came the turning point. As I was describing a particularly heated foursome from my latest read, Lewis looked at me and suggested we go to the bedroom to "roleplay" the scene. I’ve never moved so fast in my life.

The moment the door shut, we were a blur of hands and teeth, tearing at clothes. He pinned me, his hand trailing down my body as he kissed my neck.

"If you enjoy reading it this much," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "how would you feel if we actually did it? You, being worshipped by three men… all of us touching and kissing you at once?"

I thought I would hit my limit right then and there. As his kisses moved lower, I fell back onto the bed, my legs pulled up and wide. He worshipped me like a man starving, both of us completely undone by the mental image of me being shared.

He pushed two fingers deep inside me, mimicking the rhythm of the story, his thumb circling my clit with agonizing precision. Just as I felt the tension peaking, a cold, wet sensation met my ass. He began to work one of my toys—against me, stretching and pushing it inside, creating so much pleasure until I couldn't breathe. The combination was too much; my body buckled, and I came with a scream. Still trying to catch my breath, lew pushed me up the bed, grabbing my favourite pink dildo he slowed slid it inside me all while there was still another toy filling my ass. I had never felt so full, the sensation was so intense and it felt so good.

Lew’s whispers returned to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he alternated between soft kisses and sharp bites on my neck. I was lost—drowning in the heat of it. "Imagine two dicks filling you," he rasped, "while we both touch you, kiss you..." It felt filthy, yet the thought sparked something electric.

As he moved both toys in tandem, the friction and the sheer fullness pushed me past the brink. His dirty talk was the final catalyst; a second orgasm hit me so violently I swear I saw stars. As I began to drift back down, Lew didn't let up. He kept the toys moving slow and agonizingly deep. "Ready for a third?" he murmured. Before I could catch my breath, he wound my hair around his fist, tilting my head back to meet his gaze as he slid his cock past my lips.

"There you go... feeling all three now, my dirty little wife." I could only whimper around him, the sensation of being completely occupied driving him to pick up the pace. He pushed deep, claiming the back of my throat, and I was utterly lost—full in every sense of the word. I felt like I might actually combust.

I took over the dildo myself, the rhythm frantic as Lew’s groans grew ragged. "Does my wife like having all three holes filled?" he choked out. That question, paired with the overwhelming pressure, sent us both spiraling. Hot jets of salt and heat filled my throat, and I swallowed every drop as my final orgasm tore through me. I was spent, vibrating in the afterglow of a fantasy that suddenly felt like it could one day become a reality.