S. and I have a special and beautiful thing going on since more or less a year. It has been evolving from a somehow casual encounter to a gradually more and more intimate physical and mental connection. As we were gradually opening to each other, sharing our fantasies and desires, experimenting a truly open, joyful and satisfying sexual life, we started fantasizing and getting excited by the idea of a threesome and/or a swingers experience. So, yesterday I finally left all hesitations behind (there weren’t much in the first place, tbh) and we went to a swingers club. It was the first time for me and I never thought I’d do something like that in my whole life, but the feelings of intimacy, openness, excitement and safety that I experience with S. made me feel like this was a natural step forward for us, a way to intensify each other’s pleasure and give life to fantasies that thrill and connect us.
Our car ride was fun; we read and commented the messages I sent on reddit looking for advice and the answers by “my fan base” as he calls it ? (the story on how and why I started posting on reddit is another fun one indeed). We also talked about expectations on our way there, as I was a little concerned because it wasn’t the first time for S., and I felt “unexperienced”. But, as always, we found our common ground in the beauty and uniqueness, for us, of our relationship, and once again agreed to leave all expectations aside.
So, with the only purpose in mind to have a good time together, and with the curiosity that you could imagine on a child’s face entering an amusement park (that’s how S. describes my attitude towards the whole thing ?) we got in.
I was actually thrilled and amused already from the dressing rooms, I was happy to see that S. was excited as well and intrigued to see what that night would have brought us. There weren’t many people inside; it actually helped me feel more comfortable and at ease. I immediately liked how people seemed at ease with their bodies… Body-shaming has been a constant part of my life and so, even if I think my body is beautiful, showing it has always had its difficulties for me. I can’t deny the feeling of liberation I experienced. All in all, it seemed way more *normal* than many other situations… We took a bath in the hot tube, making out, talking, looking at other couples. We’d been fantasizing and piling up excitement about being there over the last few weeks, so I was filled with anticipation. Being intimate with my man in the soothing hot water while careless of other people around was both playful and exciting. I played in the hot tub – like a child actually – and right after I was aroused and had S. sit on the border of the tub and blew him in front of other couples ? To me, the most amazing feeling was how incredibly natural did it feel to do so…
We then explored the whole place, upstairs there was still not much going on and I felt at first a little intimidated by the fact that the lights gave the place an atmosphere that felt more somber than intimate. We went back downstairs. Since it was my first time there, I was merely enjoying the fact of being in a very “open minded spa”, going from drinking wine to bathing naked with my man, touching and caressing each other. The sensation of his hands on my boobs in the hot water was so intense and provocative that after a while I wanted to be with him (again) and we went upstairs (again!?) , where we chose a room and were together, with the curtains wide open. I really didn’t care at that moment if someone was going to join us or not… Sex with him is one of the most deep and exciting experiences for me, no matter where, but I really enjoyed the possibility to be loud, and most of all to hear him being loud while I went down on him… I also was excited by the possibility of being seen by other unknown couples, although I must say that I found single men peaking or even sneaking in the room very unsettling and a bit creepy… but I was pleased to see that the code in place to respect everybody’s whishes was very well respected so it was enough for S.to say them “no” to put me again at ease. I had the impression that he also was feeling a little tense, maybe because the situation itself is always a bit disorientating, but I was so pleased that in a moment we were able to completely, passionately connect and be, even in the middle of strangers, absolutely with each other.
On our way back downstairs, we saw a group of 6 (that we had previously noticed and renamed “teenagers on a school trip” ?) having sex all together in a room with cages and no curtains, and it gave me thrills on my back… I felt really aroused by the view. It was awesome just to see people enjoying their bodies with no taboo whatsoever. Anyway, I was starting to think that maybe that was all for the night and, honestly, I was feeling good with that. For a first time in a swingers’ club, I thought breaking the taboo of having sex “in public”, walking around naked and being “naughty” with my man in the hot tub was more than ok… Just experiencing the existence of such a place and enjoying the fact that I was actually comfortable there was enough of a discover. So, we had some more wine, I entertained my sight on women’s bodies and boobs, feeling excited, fun and at ease. There were a lot of young couples, and we started, as we usually do, to make our sociological explanation of it (we are very inappropriate social thinkers). We took another bath and I thought that was going to be the last act of the night, but once in the water we started again making out, caressing, doing each other massages, touching…. one of the things I adore about what S. and I have going on is this deep physical connection we have and how we developed it over time – it grew together with our relationship. It is so intense now that I can cum just by French kissing him. Once he almost made me came by just licking my boobs, I was upon him, my boobs hanging on his face, and he was kissing and licking them relentlessly and so intensely that when he started fingering me, I was all ready to explode. Everything is so intense with him… so (end of the excursus) after a short while we were again desiring each other so badly that we went upstairs again (also, there was the concrete possibility at that point to be thrown out by the security ?). We saw a room with two beds divided by a cage, and a young couple having sex on one of the beds. We went on the other bed and started having sex too, while looking at them. They were looking back at us and it was arousing. I felt so excited by hearing them moaning, hearing the lady screaming and watching her boobs while her man was fucking her from behind… and the more I looked at them and heard them, the more I wanted S. badly, the view and the listening was a terrific amplifier of my desire of him, I just wanted more and more of him, his body on top, his dick in my mouth and inside of me… everything become a trigger for the desire of a more incredibly intense pleasure with him. While we were happily having sex, one of the guys from the school trip came upstairs… He looked at us a good while. I smiled at him while giving a hand job to S., enjoying being provocative and slutty in front of my man… I still don’t where this came from, what side of me did the situation woke up… But S. seemed to appreciate it… I invited the guy to join us, because I wanted to give life to a fantasy that S. had shared with me many times already – he wanted to see me fucked by another man. I felt completely ready to do this for him, I wanted him to get aroused and excited by the view, I wanted to give him all the pleasure he’d asked me for…
So…I was utterly disappointed when we realized the guy had come upstairs with the whole group and they were making an unexpected democratic poll on whether to join us – all the 6 of them? – or not!!! And finally decided to go away because the ladies were tired! I was so disappointed! It sounded like such a lame excuse! The only thing that made me smile and cheer up was that S. told me he was so satisfied and excited by the look I gave that guy… I think he appreciated and enjoyed this slutty side of me… one that came unexpected to the both of us… I didn’t know I was ready for that – but in that very moment I felt I wanted to do that, I wanted so badly to let my man see me fucked by another guy, and maybe even blow him while the other guy was taking me from behind…
While we were chilling, half talking, half kissing, starting to share feelings from that day (I already mentioned we are inappropriate social thinkers), while our hands were softly caressing each other’s skin, a couple stopped at the entrance of the room and asked us if they may join. We looked at each other, smiled, and told them to do so… Unexpectedly, and just when we were ready to call it a night, we actually “did it”! and we had our first experience as a swinger couple together…
From that moment on, I couldn’t be able to say what happened in what order. My memories are linked to very specific sensations, flashbacks, and images that suddenly reappear and fill me with pleasure… The other woman’s hand suddenly on my man’s cock; me and S. looking intensely into each other’s eyes while I was going down on the other man, and the other woman was blowing him; reaching for my man’s hand behind the other man’s shoulder while he was fingering me; making out with the other woman while our men were taking us… It was such a boost of pleasure, excitement, passion, to see my man taking another woman, first from behind, then laying down on the bed… I made out with the other woman while my man was behind her, that was so hot and intense… I remember me and S. licking her boobs together, our tongues touching… and then smiling at each other… (during the process, I found out that I actually like women’s boobs a lot… I kept caressing, grabbing, and licking the other woman boobs any occasion I got…) We were so filled not only with pleasure, but also with joy… Being in this situation had been a fantasy of ours for quite some time, but to actually realize that we were both enjoying it was exciting beyond compare. When the other guy took me from behind, I looked S. in the eyes, while he was having the other woman… I could somehow feel his cock becoming harder into her; he looked so horny and hot… I remember desiring to feel my man’s cock inside of me so desperately I spread my legs more to let the other guy rougher and harder into me, as it were a way to transfer all my desire… The more I was desiring my man, the more I was letting the other guy fuck me hard.
At some point, me and the other women were down on my man and I felt so happy to give him this pleasure… We were licking his cock together and he was moaning with satisfaction. Then I took the other woman’s head by her hair and gently pushed her more down on my man… Another thing we had fantasized a lot before… and was finally happening! And, even for a short while, I also blowed him while the other guy was having me… I was overwhelmed with pleasure; my whole body was filled up with excitement… I was excited by my man’s pleasure. The more I could hear him moan, see his face and eyes filled with lust, the more I was turned on. I just adore the way he turns on while having sex. Seeing him losing control, driven by pleasure and lust, drives me so completely crazy and horny. We were so connected the whole time, constantly keeping eye contact, looking for each other’s hands, and kissing on other people’s bodies. At the end, the other couple suggested to move to the hot tubs. I reached for S. on the bedside, and we embraced one another intensely, completely reconnecting, knowing in that very moment that this experience had been so incredible, and so incredibly easy, for both of us… I felt I just had sex with S. in a manner that was more intense, connected, intimate, explosive, passionate than ever. Even if there were other people, I felt such a deep sexual connection with my man that is very hard to put into words but filled my whole body the whole time.
What happened next, once back to the bar and the hot tub, was actually very fun/embarrassing … Let’s say that I’d prefer to avoid the small talk and not to find out that much about the real life and personality of the guy I just let inside of me… and S. maybe longed for the somehow somber lights in the rooms… Definitely we now had not only spicy and sexy memories, but also ironic and taunting ones… Which is good though. To also have something to laugh about…
All in all, I’d say this first experience was perfect. We let all expectations out and set us to just enjoying a good night together in a relaxing place, which actually happened, so all that came after was welcomed like a wonderful surprise. The whole experience was for me one of a deeper, more intense connection with my man, a way to take pleasure in his excitement and to be more intensely with him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/idho00/first_time_swinger_group