Separate rooms

When we first started swinging, Kathleen and I had many, many discussions about what we were and were not comfortable with.  At the top of the discomfort list was the notion of separate-room swinging.  Because swinging is something we want to explore and enjoy together, and because our main source of enjoyment is watching each other, separate rooms just seemed to defeat the entire purpose.

But after eight months and several same-room adventures with other couples, I realized that I've never been able to fully enjoy the experience, because I am always hyper-focused on what Kathleen is doing with the other guy on the other side of the bed.  While I would be content to simply watch her do her thing, it isn't fair to the other woman I am supposed to be entertaining.

We never seriously discussed separate-room swinging until Kathleen's hot little adventure last Friday.  Never mind "separate room" -- Kathleen's adventure took place on the opposite side of town!  After that, we both realized we were comfortable with the notion of separate-room swinging, and would pursue it if given the opportunity.

Well, that opportunity came sooner than expected, as we visited our favorite local swingers party last night for the third time.  And for the third time, we ran into Tracie and Bobby at that party.  It had been a long time since we've seen them, and they seemed very excited to see us again.  At one point during the night, I pulled Tracie aside and told her about the problems I had during our last swinging experience.  She told me that the same thing happened to the guy she was with during her last swinging experience.  She was convinced the problem was her, but she seemed a little relieved when I told her I had the same problem with another couple.  I explained that I get really distracted when Kathleen is in the same room, and Tracie asked if we'd ever considered separate-room swapping.

Within the hour (after much discussion between the four of us), I found myself in a room alone with Tracie, while Kathleen and Bobby ducked into a room of their own on the other side of the house.  Before we even started, I told Tracie not to be offended if I couldn't get aroused.  This separate-room experiment was simply that: an experiment.  And it was highly possible that the experiment could fail.  But Tracie assured me that she was okay with it, and we should just relax and enjoy the experience.

We began by kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands and mouths.  Eventually, we undressed, and Tracie dropped to her knees to take me into her mouth.  It felt incredible, but after a minute or two, I was still limp.  But Tracie kept working at it, and it wasn't much longer before I felt myself growing inside her warm mouth.  As I continued to grow, Tracie became more and more enthusiastic.  She began moaning and bobbing furiously up and down my shaft.  By the time she withdrew me from her mouth to lick my balls, I noticed I was sporting a rock-hard erection.

She continued to suck and moan and jerk me off, taking a break every once in awhile to talk dirty to me.  "You have a gorgeous cock," she would say.  And I would respond by saying things like, "You are so fucking good at that.  I don't want you to stop."  This continued for what seemed like 10-15 minutes.  The longer we went, the more intense and excited she became.  And that in itself was an incredible turn-on for me.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I told her to stop, because I wanted to fuck her.  I strapped on a godforsaken condom (the bane of my swinger existence) and slowly entered her in the missionary position.  As I did, she let out the most exquisite moan.  I pumped away slowly at first, not allowing myself to fully enter her, and then gave her my full length -- to which she responded by thrusting her hips forward with another loud moan.

The harder I fucked her, the more she seemed to enjoy it, so I gave her several quick, forceful thrusts, slapping against her clit with each thrust.  She begged me not to cum, as she wanted to ride me.  But I had other plans.  I withdrew from her, grabbed her ankle, flipped her over, and entered her from behind.  I then grabbed ahold of her ass and pounded away.  And as I did, she practically screamed, "This was SO worth the wait!"

But after awhile, despite the incredible time I was having, I could feel that I was losing my erection.  (It seems as though I can never keep an erection for long with a condom on.)  So I reluctantly withdrew, and began using my hands on her while she was still up on all fours.  She seemed to enjoy this greatly, and ultimately responded by squirting all over my hand.

We collapsed onto the bed, and she seemed totally satisfied.  She told me once again that this experience was well worth the wait, and we lay there for awhile, just catching our breath.  But I wasn't done yet.  I asked her if she could go down on me again, and she happily agreed.  Now lying on my back, I could feel that she was giving a particularly sloppy blowjob, as I could feel a lot of warmness running down my shaft and between my legs.  I could also feel a wetness on my leg, which she was pressing against her pussy.  She seemed to be getting off on blowing me, which only heightened my arousal.

In no time, I felt the unmistakable tingle of orgasm building within me.  I assumed she wanted to ride me, as she'd planned earlier, so I warned her that I was going to cum.  But she had no intention of stopping.  That warning only increased the intensity of her sucking.  Within seconds, I exploded into her mouth.  It came in wave after wave, and the sight and sound of her taking my cum in her mouth was incredible.  She did not swallow, but let it run out of her mouth, down my shaft, and over my balls (which she then rubbed into my balls -- an incredible feeling in and of itself.)  I'm normally not a huge fan of messy blowjobs, but this one was somehow incredibly arousing.

She continued to suck, and didn't remove her mouth until my dick had completely stopped throbbing inside her.  We then collapsed once again onto the bed, completely drained, exhausted and satisfied.

We dressed and opened the door, expecting to see Kathleen and Bobby waiting for us with a knowing pair of grins.  It seemed as though we had been in the room together for an hour, though it was probably no more than 30 minutes.  But when we opened the door, Kathleen and Bobby were nowhere to be found.  We ventured down the hall, and the door to their room was still closed.  So I fetched myself a drink, went upstairs, and tried to occupy myself for awhile.

Although I was okay with Kathleen playing with Bobby alone, I found myself oddly missing her.  We had always experienced these things together, and it disturbed me a bit to have had a sexual experience without her.  I wanted to reconnect with her immediately, reaffirm our connection and share the stories of our experiences.  But she was still in the room with Bobby.  And that, too, disturbed me a little.  Either Bobby had far greater stamina than I had, or they were spending a long time cuddling together in the afterglow.  Either way, it was disturbing.

After another 15 minutes had passed, Tracie and I looked at each other with dumbfound expressions.  "Let's go check it out," she said, and I quickly agreed.  We ventured to the end of the hallway, cracked open the door, and there was Kathleen, on her knees, taking Bobby's rock-hard cock deep into her throat.  It was an absolutely incredible sight, and I would've given anything to keep watching.  But without removing her mouth from his cock, Kathleen reached over and closed the door.

Another 15 minutes passed, and they still hadn't emerged from their room.  So once again, Tracie and I went down the hallway and cracked open the door.  This time, we only saw the two of them lying naked together on the bed.  So we closed the door and gave them another few minutes together, before they finally emerged.

I later learned that they spent a lot of time in the room simply chatting.  And when they finally got down to business, Bobby had a lot of difficulty staying aroused.  In the end, Kathleen jerked him off onto her face, chin and tits -- which is something I would've paid anything to see!

And that is the story of our first separate-room experience.  Given that I was finally able to perform with another woman, I would grade it a success.  If nothing else, going forward, we now know it is an option.  Whether it is an option we prefer over same-room, we shall see.