Back in the Saddle Again

When we first ventured into the world of swinging, I pictured this vast underground network of couples and select singles scouring the internet, hungry to meet horny couples like us.  As it turns out, swinging is a much slower-moving, methodical, thoughtful exercise than one would think.  We joined Adult Friend Finder back in December or January, and in three or four months, we've managed to meet just two couples face-to-face for drinks.

The first couple to meet us, Gina and Ron, were friendly, outgoing, relaxed and attractive.  Gina, in particular, caught both my eye and Kathleen's, both in pictures and in person.  I was anxious to be with her, and Kathleen was equally anxious for me to be with her.  In fact, we both thought that Gina might be the one with whom Kathleen would finally get to share her first truly bisexual experience.

After meeting them for drinks, both Kathleen and I felt that we definitely enjoyed each other's company, but that it would most likely be a platonic friendship, as there didn't seem to be any "sparks" whatsoever between us.  When we returned home, we sent them a quick note to let them know we enjoyed meeting them.  And after a few days passed without hearing from them, we assumed they had decided to move on.  It happens.

But to our surprise and delight, they eventually replied, and said they, too, enjoyed our company and would like to meet again sometime.  Kathleen and I are both very shy by nature, but we've been trying to be more assertive lately, as it seems to fit better in the lifestyle.  So, we replied that we would love to meet the following week, and that we would be open to simply meeting for drinks or "playing" -- whichever was comfortable for them.  This was a BOLD move for us.

We then waited for several days.  After not receiving a reply, we wondered if maybe we had scared them off.  But after three or four days had passed, they replied, and suggested we meet for dinner.  It was such a casual invite, with no mention of our offer to "play," that we both assumed it would be another platonic get-together.  Truth be told, we enjoyed their company so much, we were fine with that.

We met last night for dinner, and as usual we enjoyed their conversation and company.  And as usual, neither one of us received any "vibe" whatsoever that either of them was interested in us, sexually.  At the end of the meal, we sat around the table for another 10-15 minutes, chatting about the weather, movies, sports -- anything but sex.  We fully expected them to thank us for another wonderful evening, and we'd be off on our separate ways.  Then, out of the blue, Ron asked if we'd like to go back to their place.

Ka-ching!

Now...it has been a long time since "The Incident," yet it is still fresh in my mind.  I obsessed about that incident for weeks thereafter, picking apart every minute detail of what had transpired, tossing out theory upon theory to explain what happened, and searching my soul as to the cause of the incident.  And after weeks upon weeks of soul-searching, I was no closer to solving that mystery.  But I was determined to bury it in the past, relax, have fun, and just enjoy our next experience, no matter who it was with.

Nevertheless, as we followed Gina and Ron home last night, The Incident itched away at the back of my brain, in a place where I could not reach it.  No matter how much I convince myself, no matter how much effort I put into "relaxing," it is always there, itching away at the back of my brain.

We arrived at their place, and Ron prepared some very potent margaritas for the four of us.  We then sat around their livingroom, engaging in more small talk.  After 45 minutes or so, Ron finally broke the ice and suggested laying out a mattress in the middle of the livingroom in front of the fireplace.  All four of us then lay on the mattress, and Kathleen and I began to make out.  I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that we were alone in the room.  Kathleen slid her hand down my pants and fondled me.

But there was no reaction.

Uh-oh.

It was happening again.  Kathleen unbuckled my pants, slid them down around my ankles, and wrapped her warm mouth around my cock.  I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried to relax.

No dice.

At this point, I began thinking two things: 1) how do we escape from this situation with a shred of dignity?, and 2) how are we going to go back to living a "vanilla" lifestyle after sharing this incredible experience for the past few months?  Because there was no way I was going to put myself in this situation again.  Clearly, I just wasn't cut out for swinging.

But then...I opened my eyes and noticed Gina had reached over and was slowly caressing Kathleen's body.  And Ron's arm was doing the same.  The line had been crossed.  So I reached my hand over and began caressing Gina's body while Ron was going down on her.  And (cue the Hallelujah Chorus), my dick finally began showing some signs of life.

I wasn't yet fully aroused, but I was well on my way, when Kathleen stopped what she was doing.  Ron flipped Gina around and began fucking her from behind, while Kathleen knelt in front of them, caressing both of their bodies.  Taking her lead, I then knelt in front of Gina, hoping she would give me some head while her husband fucked her.  Sure enough, after she spent some time kissing Kathleen, she began sucking my cock.

After awhile, Ron stopped fucking his wife and made his way over to mine, while his wife continued to suck away at my cock with a thrilling sort of hunger.  She was so eager, and so enthusiastic, that I felt myself quickly coming to the verge of orgasm.  So I gently nudged her away, and said, "Your turn."

She laughed, and lay down in front of me.  I then began gently licking and sucking her pussy, while I could feel Kathleen stroking my balls from behind.  Gina began moaning, and really began to enjoy herself when I worked my way up to her clit.  As I began working my tongue harder and faster, I inserted a couple of fingers in her soaking-wet pussy and began to stroke her from the inside while my mouth and tongue worked the outside.  Incredibly, within seconds, she was telling the entire room she was going to cum.

After bucking around furiously for a moment, she eventually settled down, with my tongue still pressed hard, but still, against her clit.  By this time, Kathleen had flipped Ron onto his back, and was showing him her unique oral skills.  His intense moaning was enough to put a smile on my face, as I knew exactly what he was feeling at that moment.  At one point, he was moaning so loud, I actually thought he came in her mouth.  But he was simply enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Gina was still lying on her back, reveling in the afterglow of orgasm.  Eventually, when enough blood had rushed back into her head, she ordered me to lie back and relax, while she went down on me.  Although I had returned to semi-flacidness when she began, her quick tongue and unusual eagerness had me back at full erection within seconds.  And once again, I felt another orgasm approaching quickly.

I don't know why this happens to me in swapping situations, but it has happened almost every time now.  Normally, it take me quite awhile to work my way up to orgasm, but in the few swapping experiences we've had, I reach that point at an embarrassingly early point -- sometimes before I've ever become fully erect!  It's just yet another one of those swapping mysteries that I may never solve.

Forced once again to ask Gina to stop, I squeezed my cock, trying to stop myself from coming.  Thankfully, it worked.  As I lay there squeezing myself, I noticed that Ron had taken a very bold move that I would have never thought to do in a swapping situation for the first time with a new couple: with Kathleen lying on her back, Ron straddled her face and was fucking her mouth.

Inspired by this incredibly bold act, I assumed this act was now in play for both of us.  So, with Gina lying back in a perfect position to be straddled, I did just that.  And to my absolute delight, Gina REALLY got into it.  As I fucked her mouth, she began moaning loudly -- which only heightened my enjoyment.  At one point, she grabbed my ass and forced me to fuck her mouth harder.  Once again, I could not do this for very long before I felt that annoying, intrusive orgasm quickly buiding within me once again.

So, reluctantly, and while cursing my own dick, I pulled out and asked her if I could put on a condom.  "Sure," she said, rather casually.  While searching for one, I lost a bit of my hard-on, so after unwrapping it, I returned to my former position, straddling and fucking her face until I was sufficiently hard.  I then strapped on the condom and entered her, hearing that exquisite moan upon the moment of entry.

I couldn't help myself at that point, so I began fucking her hard and deep -- which she really seemed to enjoy.  I know how Kathleen loves the sound of hard fucking, and I knew it was driving her crazy at that moment.  I then switched it up, and fucked Gina while grinding my pelvic bone into her clit (a move I had just recently learned drove Kathleen nuts.)  Gina responded with more loud moans of approval.

While I fucked his wife, Ron had disappeared, and then reappeared with a condom of his own.  He soon began fucking Kathleen, missionary-style.  I continued fucking Gina while watching Ron plow my wife with her legs spread high in the air.  It was absolutely intoxicating to watch.

After fucking Gina for a bit longer, I began to get distracted by a number of things: the action taking place to my right, the fact that my mouth felt like a cotton ball, and the intuitive sense that Gina's endurance for fucking had been exhausted.  I eventually stopped fucking her and began slowly massaging her clit with my fingers.  After awhile, I moved back into position with my mouth, while Ron flipped Kathleen onto all fours and began drilling her from behind.  Incredibly, just as Ron began to shout the loudest orgasm I've ever heard, Gina had one of her own.

It was an incredible, amazing night in so many ways.  In retrospect, it was probably the most enjoyable swapping experience I've had to date.  Most importantly, it was a step in the right direction.  It took me awhile to get there, but the important point is that I eventually got there.  And I'm getting better at this swinging thing.  I now have no doubt whatsoever that I will eventually get to the point where swinging is as natural to me as sex with my wife.  And I look forward to the day when I am just as relaxed, and enjoy myself just as much, in swinging situations as I do in private.  Baby steps.  Baby steps.