My [F]irst time at a swingers club

Disclaimer: I’m not a swinger. I’m currently in an open relationship with my partner but this story isn’t about her. It’s about the time that I visited a swinger’s club as my college friend’s plus one a few years ago.

You may have read a little about he and I in a previous story. But we had chatted and flirted here and there and this was before my relationship became open. He needed a date to the biggest night of the year- the Halloween party at a swinger’s club. I was very nervous but I got permission from my partner and the two of us went together.

The drive up was nerve-wracking and I was self-conscious about the outfit I had chosen. [(This One)](https://imgur.com/a/fneLwvX) We got a good chance to catch up and by the time we got there I felt a lot more relaxed. We entered and were given a tour by a ‘host’ couple. 13 rooms all with their own bathroom, swings and contraptions and a hot tub and a dance floor (complete with stripper pole and cage) were just some of the amazing things there.

[FM] Spanked for being a bad girl by my boss

If you read my previous story, you’ll already know that I have quite the thing for daddy-types. https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/muuue4/i_29f_gave_a_daddy_in_the_supermarket_a_nice/ And plenty of you suggested that I might deserve a spanking for such a teasing act that I committed in the supermarket in that confession. So I think it’s only natural that I tell this story from my past.

I was 19 at the time and only a freshman in college. I’ve always been quite a sexual creature but up to this point it had been mostly in my fantasies and through self-care. My boss was the quintessential dad-bod kinda nerdy kinda cool type that I’ve always had fantasies about pretty much as far back as I can remember. He and I got along super well and it wasn’t really a secret in the department how well we got along. Everybody knew that we were friends despite him being my boss and despite him being at least 25 years to my senior. But I also felt like there was an undercurrent of sexual tension. I don’t know if everybody else noticed that or not.

I [F] made a lonely daddy’s day with my thong

There’s something about that married dad vibe that a guy gives off that really turns me on. You know the type that I mean. Of course there’s the obvious things you might notice- the dad bod, a wedding band, kids in tow. But it can also be more subtle than that. You might pick up on the vacant stare leftover from his wife’s incessant nagging. Or you might notice the way his eyes light up when he sees you smile at him in the way his wife no longer does. Maybe you get the vibe from the hungry glances he doesn’t think you’ll notice as he thinks about what he could do to you that his wife won’t let him.

This one had them all.

I love being able to bring a little excitement into those kind of guys’ lives. It must be so hard to go through every day wanting something that you simply can’t have anymore. But still they do it, dutifully, and find their releases wherever they still can. Reddit, PornHub, Instagram- it doesn’t matter. None of it substitutes for the real thing. If I can be a tiny ray of that *and* keep them out of trouble at the same time, then why the hell not.

29[FM] How I Lost and Got Humiliated by the Boy Who Had a Crush on Me

A pic of the thong in question…. [https://imgur.com/a/fIGby9m](https://imgur.com/a/fIGby9m)

Consider this the expositional inset at the beginning of a movie that covers 10 years of history in 3 minutes….

I met Jake as a freshman in college. He asked me out. We went out on a date. He didn’t touch me. I asked him to cuddle in bed with me. He did but still didn’t touch me. I left to study abroad. He waited. I came home. He brought me flowers. He didn’t hold my hand. He was too scared. We both painfully moved on.

Five years pass and we reconnect.

Another five years pass. I’m in a long term sexless relationship with my girlfriend that I still love very much. The shy boy who wouldn’t touch me in college is married now. And we talk a lot. We talk about sex. I live vicariously through him because he’s touched plenty of girls hands. He’s cuddled in plenty of girls beds. He and his wife are swingers and I get off on hearing him brag about his conquests to me. I hear all the details in the stories where I wish *I* was the center of his attention. I desperately try to come up with the easiest way to break to my SO that *I* want to be a swinger too. I want what I can’t have and it’s what he has.