You may ask how a nice girl like me started to swing.

I had done the boyfriend girlfriend thing but my boyfriends liked to play with their toys (cars, games and football} and ignored me, but they always expected me to be there when they wanted me. They wanted me to show off and bed me.

I did think about picking up men when I wanted them in bars, but I was afraid I would pick up the wrong man.

That is why I looked for a swinging site. I was really nervous when I first joined the chat rooms and it was sometime before I found someone I liked. Yes, I am a swinger, but I still have to like a man. He has to inspire and entice me. The first man asked what I was wearing, that was before I discovered I could block them. Many asked to see me on camera but would not open their camera. Those cameras that were open were men playing with themselves,  really.

I took my time selecting my first partner. When I did I told him to open his camera so I could screen shot him, I never ask to see a man before I am almost sure I want to meet him. I told him it was so I knew who I was meeting and who the police would be looking for if I did not get home. Some refused to do that but the first one told me it was very smart.

When I arrived at the pub he brought me a drink at the bar and we sat in a corner. I was careful to take my drink from the barman, I always am.

"Can I take a picture?" I asked.

"Yes, that is very sensible. May I take a picture of you?"

I arranged my hair and tipped my head in what I hoped was an attractive way.

We finished our drinks and left.

His flat was simple.

"I have never done this before." I told Jed.

"You said, don't worry, we don't have to do anything tonight. We can put the TV on if you like."

"I don't think I would like porn."

"Just normal TV."

"Perhaps some music?" I asked.

"See if there is anything you like, would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you, is this alright?"

"That's fine." Jed put the disc in the player.

I sat on the sofa beside him. I had been with men, but I had had more time to get to know them. He put his arm around me.

"I'm sorry where in the little room?" I asked, escaping his embrace. 

I sat on the loo, yes I did need to be there, but I was thinking about what I was about to do.  I had thought about it many times, but now I was about to do it. I was about to allow this man I hardly knew to have me. I wanted to be very ready for him, so I licked my finger and played with myself. I did not let myself cum, but I knew he would find me wet.

I pulled my panties up, then took them off. I looked in the mirror and undid two buttons on my blouse and arranged my hair, then for good measure undid another button.

I took a deep breath and went back to Jed.

"Are you OK?" Jed asked.

"Yes thank you." I sat beside him.

He looked at my cleavage framed in my long hair and we kissed. It was as good a kiss as I had ever had. His hands roamed and it felt good. I knew I was doing the right thing.

"No knickers?"

"I thought they would get in your way." I told him.

I admit I felt naughty taking them off and letting him make that discovery.

He kissed me and took his time, but he was always ahead of me, when I was searching for his chest he had found my breasts, when I was searching for his manhood he had already discovered my pussy.

He decided when to take me to bed, he took me three times. He asked me to stay the night but I refused. I did not want to be asleep and vulnerable. 

When I got home I had to cum once with my toy thinking of him. I did send a message thanking him, but did not want to meet him too soon, I did not want another boyfriend. I will always think of Jed as very special; he always will be in my thoughts.

Back then I wanted sex, but behold that everything was for my men. Now I still want sex, but my way at least fifty percent of the time.