The Beginning [M,F,M,F, swinging, oral, lifestyle]

My first post… this is so exciting.  Oh, where to begin, where to begin. I guess the beginning of the adventures is as good a place as any.  But first, a little background.  

S and I have been friends since we were 12.  I was not-so-secretly in love with him from the first time he spoke to me in gym class. “Hey.  Are you new?” So romantic of him to notice, amiright? When we finally started dating at 16, I was ecstatic! We were blissfully happy.  No straying; barely even a wandering eye. We were each other’s first and only. I mean, while our friends were living out their crazy college experiences, our private parts actually stayed private.   (Ok, well except one little story which I’ll tell you guys at some point.) We watched our drunk, partying, slutty friends with half disdain, half pity, and… possibly half envy. We got married the summer after graduating college.  

We’d been kinky and experimenting solely with each other for about 8 years when we somehow caught wind of a nude adults-only Caribbean resort. Hey – no clothes!  That sounds like a GREAT 3rd wedding anniversary trip!  

The trip

Picture this. About an hour after getting off the plane, two shy 24 year olds hesitantly folding their clothes into a chair back and quickly disappearing to the necks into a huge hot tub.  Watching in shock as three attractive middle aged men come up for air from between three women’s legs. Blink in disbelief as the men quickly dispute who lasted underwater longest, pat each other on the backs, each switch to a different woman, count down, and dive back down between the very happy women’s legs.  This goes on for a while, as apparently it’s very difficult to actually declare a winner in a muff-diving contest.  

Suddenly, one of the men comes over to me. “Your turn!”  I look at S. He looks at me. He kind of shrug-smiles. I look at the man and kind of shrug-smile.  And… yup. Apparently it was my turn, because he’s suddenly underwater and his tongue is on my pussy.  One of the women makes her way over to me, pulls S closer, and starts kissing both of us. (In case you weren’t keeping track, that’s now three simultaneous tongues on two sets of my lips.)

Once the man comes up for air, we chat, their friends make their way over to us, and just like that, we’re a part of their group. That day, we learn about swinging, aka “the lifestyle”; we learn about feeling free and sexy and sexual and wild; we learn that we love watching each other please and be pleased, whether it’s by us or someone else; we learn that this is DEFINITELY the lifestyle for us.  In the week we spent there, we hung out with the whole group, but mostly played with the original couple who came over. (In fact it’s now 16 years later, and we’re still friends.) As exciting as the instances of playing with other people were that week, our favorite thing was just how free we felt. Our shyness was gone. We were flirty and fun and outgoing and we just felt SO FUCKING GOOD about ourselves, each other, and our relationship.

We left this hedonistic place completely different people.  We had eaten the juicy forbidden fruit. We had opened Pandora’s naughty box.  We had let the seductive genie out of the bottle. All the metaphors, and there was no going back.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/njmqfm/the_beginning_mfmf_swinging_oral_lifestyle

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