Returning to the Play Scene, Making a Cumback [Group]

It had been a few months since my husband and I got out to play with other couples. Our last adventure was New Year’s Eve where we swapped with two couples; we chatted with them a bit since, but things ultimately cooled as winter set in and we became busy with work. Spring rolled around, and we each had a renewed sex drive, ready to get back out and be naughty. We were both worried we were rusty, concerned we wouldn’t be able to enjoy the evening as much as past experiences.

We eased into it by heading to the bar Thursday night to meet up with a couple we’ve chatted with before. They’re very chill, and one should always meet couples without expectations. We chatted and eventually the night ended with us swapping for some hot and heavy make-out sessions in the bar. My husband and I fucked so hard that night, confirming this was still something that very much turned us on.

My Night at a Swinger’s Club Part Three: The Insatiable Man [Group]

We were still seated on the couch, naked, beside our new friends we just finished playing with. Both the wife and I had our hands wrapped around our husband’s erections, stroking slowly as we took in the multitudes of other couples having sex in the room, the sounds of women’s moans mixing with the soft club music.

Before long, my husband whispered in my ear that he’d like to seek another couple for play. We thanked our friends for the fun we shared and wished them a good evening, then wandered to a darker room on the floor with walls covered in mattresses as well as the floor. Almost as soon as we walked in the room, a couple entered behind us; the husband asked if his wife could blow my husband, and we both nodded. My husband got down on the floor and the wife crawled over him to take him all the way in her mouth.

My Night at a Swinger’s Club Part Two: Our First Soft Swap [Group]

We were sitting on the couch, relaxing after our fun just moments earlier, when one of the couples with whom we really hit it off came into the play area. We waved and smiled, hoping they’d sit with us but not stressing about it. We watched them walk around the floor, checking out the action, before they finally made their way to the couch beside us.

The couch is long and can fit perhaps 6-8 people side by side. There were already two other couples playing beside us when our new friend’s sat on our other side. The wife and I were sandwiched between our husbands, my right leg laying slightly over her left since the couch was quite full by now. We had running commentary on the different sex going on in the room, but I was more focused on figuring out how to initiate with them.

As mentioned previously, my husband and I are new to this scene, and this couple were veterans. I asked if it was okay that my leg was touching hers and she said yes, and then I asked if they did soft swaps; they do. Her husband leaned over at that time and asked if he could touch my breasts. I said yes and suggested his wife and I switch spots on the couch so my husband could also play with her chest.

My Night at a Swinger’s Club Part One: Fulfilling a Fantasy [MFM]

My husband and I starting talking about swinging this year, and we finally made a visit to a local sex club last week. We had a great experience so we made a somewhat spontaneous plan to visit again this weekend when the stars aligned with our babysitter’s availability.

I wore a simple red dress with an illusion neckline, offering a teasing glimpse of my cleavage, with black thigh high boots. I opted to go braless and wore a lacy red g-string. We arrived at the club, got a drink and snacks, then chatted with a handful of couples around the room. A few drinks later, we decided it was time to get undressed; my husband stripped completely and wrapped a towel around himself while I removed my dress and boots before we walked into the play area.

We sat down on a couch and acclimated to the room, watching the few couples around us, commenting on the porn that was playing on the TVs on the wall.

“I wish there were more couples playing”, he said to me.

I replied, “Maybe we can entice some to come over?”

He fucked my stress away [FM]

It was a rough day in our house. Toddler had a fever, and she wasn’t going to bed easily; she exhausted me all day. A friend had been in town and was leaving for his cross-country flight home. I told my husband he should get a chance to see him off, so they were out for dinner and drinks. I texted to let him know about the trouble. He ended up leaving early and bringing the friend home so he could help with bedtime and relieve me of my duty.

As my caring husband helped our daughter back to sleep upstairs in the nursery, I poured myself a large glass of wine in the kitchen. The stress of the day and evening weighed on me, and I had an urge for it to be fucked away. I wanted my husband to pound me so hard that all my stress would just fall right off. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it bad.

I left the kitchen and walked to the living room to sit beside our friend on the couch. We chatted, and all I could think about was how I wanted my husband’s hands on me. Fingers inside me. Tongue licking. Mouth sucking. Teeth nibbling. Bodies pressing.

It took me ten years, but I finally let my husband blow his load down my throat [FM]

My husband works odd hours and odd days; the first night he’s home with me tends to be a night of celebration in the bedroom. It starts like most: the toddler goes to bed, and the mood in the air immediately changes; we go from parents to lovers. Last night was no different. Drinks were poured. We sat in our spots on the couch and gave each other knowing looks.

Slow jazz played on the tv while we sipped our drinks and discussed random topics, but it always comes back to sex. He makes me feel like the sexiest and luckiest woman alive.

We finished our drinks, and he got up to use the bathroom. “You better be upstairs when I get done”, he said to me. We have a playful relationship. Lots of smiles and giggles. We’re fun together. I took the last few sips of my drink and exuberantly ran up the stairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. While I waited for him, I slipped out of my pants and made the bed. He finally came in, and we shared a smile as he approached me, undressing himself, seeing the surprise I had been hiding under my clothes earlier: a new lace bra to match a pair of panties he purchased for me recently.

Sharing our night with another couple over sexts [Group] [photos]

My husband and I have been toying with the idea of swinging. As part of our toe-dipping, we’ve been having conversations with couples online. That is, all four of us are in the same group chat. They’ve started as harmless flirts, a teasing photo, and light discussions of what we’re into, assuming we eventually meet and do a swap.

One couple we recently started a chat with are close in age to us, but they seem more experienced and wild. They’ve been in the lifestyle for years, incredibly open, both bisexual (my husband is bi), and each have their own wild set of tattoos. They like to have a good time wherever they go. My husband and I only recently became “wild” (I almost can’t remember what it was like to be “vanilla”), but we still weren’t sure we were on the same level as this couple. Last night changed that. For the sake of the story, we’ll call them Lana and Bruce (names changed).

My husband and I were sitting side-by-side on the couch drinking our drinks, so naturally the online conversation turned towards drinks we like, simple and innocent:

Me: I like sweet wines, they match my personality

Orgasm after orgasm, thanks to a new toy in the bedroom [FM]

It’s only been 20 days or so since I came into a sexual awakening. Since then, my husband and I have had some fun each night he’s home. Sex dominates our late night discussions once the little one goes to bed. The night before last, I had a special package come in the mail, a new vibrator. As long as my hand, pink and ribbed. I tried it out the night before and couldn’t wait to incorporate it into our next evening of fun.

Last night, we started chatting about threesomes – it’s next on our bucket list to try. I started drinking some wine, which tends to make me dangerously flirty. No one is safe around me when I’m tipsy. I slipped into a cute dress so we could take photos for our swingers profiles. We started perusing some of the sites we joined, and I sent some flirty messages to folks who matched our criteria.

Strongest Orgasm Ever From My Husband’s Fingers Alone [FM]

My husband and I were fooling around one recent evening; I had just finished blowing him and still had the taste of his cum in my mouth (read previous post if interested). Afterwards, I decided the fun wasn’t over yet and had him follow me to our bedroom.

I was still wearing the dress in which I caught his attention earlier in the evening, but I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. We laid beside each other on the bed and made out while he teased me, sliding his hand up my knee and hips, underneath my skirt, running a finger down along my thighs, then right between my legs, wet with anticipation. He stuck just a fingertip inside me. The simple touch gave me goosebumps; I moaned into his mouth.

He continued that way before sliding in a finger and rubbing exactly where I needed, just enough for me to gasp before he pulled out. Back in, I gasped again, then out. In, gasp, out. Each gasp interrupted our deep kissing. He then slowly slid in two fingers and rubbed with just a little more pressure. I let out a deep long moan. He slowly increased the pressure and speed, and my body responded.

I Needed to Know How He Tasted [FM]

For days, I had thoughts running through my head of what I wanted to do with husband. I couldn’t be near him without salivating. We finally had a night available, but there was a risk he wouldn’t be up for anything after three long days at work and little sleep. The day of, I sent him an early morning text to let him know I was thinking of him and had a relaxing evening planned.

He was asleep in our bedroom when I got home giving me some time to prepare. I was wearing a dress that I knew he liked and chose to wear nothing else underneath.

I heard the tell-tale signs of him getting out of bed and making his way downstairs. I sat on the couch in a way that looked like I was just lounging, but I had my skirt hiked up strategically exposing my thigh, hoping to catch his attention.