Hello were a couple who have never swung before but are extreamly willing to try it. Trouble is having never done it before we wanted to hear about other peoples first swinging experiences both of us are excited but at the same time nervous about what to do want to hear both good and bad first experiances cheers GnJ
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Hello were a couple who have never swung before but are extreamly willing to try it. Trouble is having never done it before we wanted to hear about other peoples first swinging experiences both of us are excited but at the same time nervous about what to do want to hear both good and bad first experiances cheers GnJ
May be you 2 could enlighten me, what swinging all about
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ahhhh, nerves ! Fine line between fright and excitement. For us the nerves are an absolute necessity.....
nervous, hell my very first time was a unmittigated disaster for me, I was so nervous I could not get the lil man to stop hiding. Luckily for me, my talents in other forms of pleasuring the female body stood upto the test so for her the evening was highly enjoyable.
In truth I did enjoy myself, watching her cummin so much
It does get easier, when it gets as natural as putting on your clothes (thats unatural for me btw, I like being naked) then its time to stop and think. There should always be a touch of nerves and lots of excitement, at least thats what I believe
In truth I did enjoy myself, watching her cummin so much
It does get easier, when it gets as natural as putting on your clothes (thats unatural for me btw, I like being naked) then its time to stop and think. There should always be a touch of nerves and lots of excitement, at least thats what I believe
Scared witless, I was shaking like a leaf, like being a virgin again and doing it for the first time. The main concern I had was that I would freeze up or that I would have a jealous fit at seeing my husband with another woman.
I will not go into how we decided to swap and what led to us contacting this couple, it is a story all by itself; suffice to say we turned up at the house of Bob and Sarah one evening with the intentions of all being to swap.
First thing is getting together proved no easy matter, we both had kids for a start and arranging baby sitters proved a real hurdle, also the question of having the kids in the house, was that practical, ethical, possible? In the event both sets of kids were farmed out to a third party. Then there were the periods to consider, the first weekend we managed to arrange I came on early, the second she did. But finally we got it sorted.
Bob and Sarah had laid on a meal which we enjoyed but made it all so bloody surreal, we had eaten with them before, and they with us, the conversation went everywhere except what was intended; I wondered if they had changed their minds and did not know how to tell us, I wondered if I had changed my mind!
The evening was awkward to say the least, since then Mike and I have always arranged some sort of signal both with each other and with the other couple when meeting for the first time, for instance we will say you will be staying in the guest room, after the evening chatting and getting to know each other go to bed together, if you want us to join you leave the door open, if we decide it is not going to work out we will go to our room and shut the door. No embarrassing speeches, no puzzled looks wondering do we or don’t we?
Anyway later in the evening we are sat in the living room dinking wine and the silences are getting longer and more awkward, but the wine was doing one thing, it was silencing my nerves, I was looking at Bob and thinking “Take me, now!†and glaring at Mike thinking “Do something, say something!†Finally I had had enough wine to reach critical mass and loudly announced I was going to the bathroom, I gave Bob my best come to bed look and walked slowly upstairs, confident he was coming after me, panting.
Zip. I waited and waited, just the sound of conversation below. Irritated I went to the bathroom and touched up my makeup, when I stepped out I bumped into Sarah waiting outside. “Have you changed your minds?†She whispered at me. I shook my head, she took my arm and pulled me into their bedroom and shut the door, we both said “Why isn’t someone doing something?†Looked at each other, then just started giggling. “Bloody men,†I said. “Years Mike has been on at me to do this, now he just sits and talks
“Up to us then,†Sarah said, but she looked uncertain, I realised it had to be up to me. “Stay here,†I told her. I went back down stairs, I snagged a rose from a vase and handed it to Mike. “Take this to Sarah, second on the left at the top of the
After a puzzled pause Mike took it and went’ I settled into the armchair opposite Bob, picked up my wine and pondered how I was going to get him moving, but I barely got a sip before there was this blur, the wine glass was knocked out of my hand, my legs were hauled up into the air and I slipped off the chair onto the floor with Bob on top of me.
When we paused to draw breath I suggested we go upstairs and he led the way. I had expected we would go and join Mike and Sarah but to my surprise he took my hand and led me past the door to the spare bedroom. As we entered it I clearly heard them through the joining wall, Sarah was moaning and the bed creaking frantically. I stood in sudden shocked realisation, “My husband was fucking my friend Sarah!â€
I was outraged and furious, I was all set to charge in there and sort them both out, but as I turned I felt Bob’s hand in mine and seemed to hear another voice “Was that not the general idea?â€
I calmed immediately, it was the first and only time I have ever felt anything remotely like jealousy when it comes to swapping. On the contrary, hearing them like that was suddenly a huge turn on and I think Bob got a lot more than he anticipated. I heard it go quiet next door and just knew they were listening to us now, that too was a fantastic boost and spurred me to greater efforts.
The night pretty much went on like that, first the delicious noises in the next bedroom revving me back up, then making plenty for them to listen too. But when I suggested to Bob it was time we all got together he seemed surprised and even shocked and said we should stay in separate rooms.
Really I was very slow on the uptake, but this was new to me, I automatically assumed Sarah had made the restriction. But the next day when talking to Mike about it all in great detail he told me Sarah had wanted us together too but that Bob had only agreed to swapping on condition he did not have to see his wife with someone else.
It was a lesson we learned hard before that relationship ended, despite what most would assume it is not usually the man who is the force behind a couple deciding to swap, and that sometimes one partner is virtually forced into it against their will. We swapped twice with Bob and Sarah and Mike and I enjoyed them very much, even given that restriction, we even had Sarah alone wile Bob was away. For us it was the start of a much better marriage and a hugely improved sex life, but for them it ended up with a separation that narrowly avoided dragging us all into the divorce courts and the Sunday papers.
The lesson we learned was simple enough, swapping can make a good relationship brilliant, but it cannot mend a damaged one.
I will not go into how we decided to swap and what led to us contacting this couple, it is a story all by itself; suffice to say we turned up at the house of Bob and Sarah one evening with the intentions of all being to swap.
First thing is getting together proved no easy matter, we both had kids for a start and arranging baby sitters proved a real hurdle, also the question of having the kids in the house, was that practical, ethical, possible? In the event both sets of kids were farmed out to a third party. Then there were the periods to consider, the first weekend we managed to arrange I came on early, the second she did. But finally we got it sorted.
Bob and Sarah had laid on a meal which we enjoyed but made it all so bloody surreal, we had eaten with them before, and they with us, the conversation went everywhere except what was intended; I wondered if they had changed their minds and did not know how to tell us, I wondered if I had changed my mind!
The evening was awkward to say the least, since then Mike and I have always arranged some sort of signal both with each other and with the other couple when meeting for the first time, for instance we will say you will be staying in the guest room, after the evening chatting and getting to know each other go to bed together, if you want us to join you leave the door open, if we decide it is not going to work out we will go to our room and shut the door. No embarrassing speeches, no puzzled looks wondering do we or don’t we?
Anyway later in the evening we are sat in the living room dinking wine and the silences are getting longer and more awkward, but the wine was doing one thing, it was silencing my nerves, I was looking at Bob and thinking “Take me, now!†and glaring at Mike thinking “Do something, say something!†Finally I had had enough wine to reach critical mass and loudly announced I was going to the bathroom, I gave Bob my best come to bed look and walked slowly upstairs, confident he was coming after me, panting.
Zip. I waited and waited, just the sound of conversation below. Irritated I went to the bathroom and touched up my makeup, when I stepped out I bumped into Sarah waiting outside. “Have you changed your minds?†She whispered at me. I shook my head, she took my arm and pulled me into their bedroom and shut the door, we both said “Why isn’t someone doing something?†Looked at each other, then just started giggling. “Bloody men,†I said. “Years Mike has been on at me to do this, now he just sits and talks
“Up to us then,†Sarah said, but she looked uncertain, I realised it had to be up to me. “Stay here,†I told her. I went back down stairs, I snagged a rose from a vase and handed it to Mike. “Take this to Sarah, second on the left at the top of the
After a puzzled pause Mike took it and went’ I settled into the armchair opposite Bob, picked up my wine and pondered how I was going to get him moving, but I barely got a sip before there was this blur, the wine glass was knocked out of my hand, my legs were hauled up into the air and I slipped off the chair onto the floor with Bob on top of me.
When we paused to draw breath I suggested we go upstairs and he led the way. I had expected we would go and join Mike and Sarah but to my surprise he took my hand and led me past the door to the spare bedroom. As we entered it I clearly heard them through the joining wall, Sarah was moaning and the bed creaking frantically. I stood in sudden shocked realisation, “My husband was fucking my friend Sarah!â€
I was outraged and furious, I was all set to charge in there and sort them both out, but as I turned I felt Bob’s hand in mine and seemed to hear another voice “Was that not the general idea?â€
I calmed immediately, it was the first and only time I have ever felt anything remotely like jealousy when it comes to swapping. On the contrary, hearing them like that was suddenly a huge turn on and I think Bob got a lot more than he anticipated. I heard it go quiet next door and just knew they were listening to us now, that too was a fantastic boost and spurred me to greater efforts.
The night pretty much went on like that, first the delicious noises in the next bedroom revving me back up, then making plenty for them to listen too. But when I suggested to Bob it was time we all got together he seemed surprised and even shocked and said we should stay in separate rooms.
Really I was very slow on the uptake, but this was new to me, I automatically assumed Sarah had made the restriction. But the next day when talking to Mike about it all in great detail he told me Sarah had wanted us together too but that Bob had only agreed to swapping on condition he did not have to see his wife with someone else.
It was a lesson we learned hard before that relationship ended, despite what most would assume it is not usually the man who is the force behind a couple deciding to swap, and that sometimes one partner is virtually forced into it against their will. We swapped twice with Bob and Sarah and Mike and I enjoyed them very much, even given that restriction, we even had Sarah alone wile Bob was away. For us it was the start of a much better marriage and a hugely improved sex life, but for them it ended up with a separation that narrowly avoided dragging us all into the divorce courts and the Sunday papers.
The lesson we learned was simple enough, swapping can make a good relationship brilliant, but it cannot mend a damaged one.
