Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Window Cleaner

Nick soaped the window and then began wiping away the suds with his window cleaner. Would she be there? He was eager to clear the whole window and see what was behind the glass for him today. But part of the attraction was the slow revelation as he made each stroke with his cleaner. He drew it out savouring the suspense. It was like unwrapping a gift. Each piece of tape had to be carefully removed, each fold of paper carefully opened.

With the first stroke he saw her face. His heart skipped a beat as he too in her features. The crystal clear blue eyes above the pert nose and classic red rosebud mouth. Their eyes met and even through the glass he felt their connection. Without even seeing her body he knew in every part of him that she was a sexual being.

The next stroke; his eyes opened wide as he took in her hair flowing over her bare shoulders. He was enthralled by her milky skin. His eyes travelled down to the hint of cleavage  but he couldn't see any more. He paused savouring the tension, fantasising about what would be revealed on the next stroke. In his mind he saw full round breasts sitting pertly on her chest.

He was not disappointed. Her breasts were pert and her nipples stood nicely to attention. With a small smile and a glint in her eye she cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between her finger and thumb. Nick's tongue touched his lips as he imagined putting his lips on her nipple.  In his fantasy he felt his tongue flicking over her nipple savouring how firm it felt. He felt a throb in his groin. Without realising he touched himself.

Another stroke; beautiful milky skin covering her belly.  Her fingers trail downwards stroking almost absently the skin above her pubis.  He placed his own hand in the waistband of his shorts. His cock was throbbing now. He knew she could see the bulge in his shorts.  He was aching to show her how much she turned him on.  But it wasn't time to bare himself fully yet. There was more of the gift to unwrap.

He revealed her pubis. He couldn't quite see the slit between her legs. He watched transfixed as her hand stroked her lower belly. His own hand delved further into his shorts. He was touching his cock now. Circling his hand around the shaft. The strokes were unconscious as he watched her hand disappeared from his view. He saw her body move as she placed her hand between her legs. 

Urgently he wiped away the last of the suds.  He could see her hand between her legs working frantically. There was a glisten of juice around her fingers. Her eyes were darker and he felt the desire in them. Her breasts were pressed against the window and he reached up and traced the outline through the glass.  Her face was almost touching the glass and her hot breath was fogging the window.  

Nick reached inside his pants and pulled out his own cock. He saw her eyes widen and the speed of her hand increased . He stroked up and down imagining her mouth around his cock.  The thought of those red lips wrapped around him made him moan to himself.  They looked into each other's eyes each wanking frantically. Her moans came to him faintly through the glass. His own body responded and then almost without warning his cum splashed over the glass.  She pressed her pussy against the spot and he saw her swollen lips and clit.  Then he saw her spasm and heard a final cry as she echoed him.

They stayed like that for a moment. Pressing their bodies together through the clear, hard barrier. Then it was over. She moved away from the glass. He stayed and watched for a moment as she put her clothes back on and went back to work at her desk. 

He looked down to the street below. Only twenty floors to clean before knock off time.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Making of the Fantasy Files

When Mr Gemma and I started out on this journey we didn't know what we were looking for because we didn't know what we could have. For the first little while we were happy enough to experience sex with a variety of people.  It didn't take long before we started to get our head around things and expanded our shopping list.

The idea of making fantasies come true is pretty central to this lifestyle.  It is one of the most common reasons people start swinging. After we had been playing for a while the feeling of being in a fantasy world was very strong.  I started writing stories about what we were doing. It was like a cross between a diary of our swinging life and some erotica.

After a while we got more adventurous. Our 'bucket list' morphed from a list of sexual positions and acts that we wanted to try to whole scenarios that we could act out.  The Unseen Gift is the story of the first scenario that we acted out as a couple. The experience was mind boggling and it opened our eyes to a whole new world of experiences.  I have never really felt comfortable with the idea of role playing but after this I became hooked.  I loved reading about other people's role play and started to think actively about situations we could act out.

One of my favourite topics for discussion when we met other players was "What is your ultimate fantasy?" This question has uncovered some interesting ideas.  I started writing stories about our fantasies and then about other people's fantasies.

The idea of a fantasy is so different for different people.  For some it is about an act;
"She wears a strap on and she fucks me in the ass while I pound my girlfriend with my own cock...."

For other people it is about a scenario:
"Sitting on the bed, waiting, listening. The fabric of the blindfold is snug over my eyes. The bonds are tight on my wrists, I wait for him....."

For another group of people it is about a particular person;
"Kitty was the epitome of a professional woman  She wore a white business suit with a gold chain around her neck and a minimum of gold jewellery on her fingers......  To Blair she was the perfect woman..."

The Fantasy Files is a series of stories about people living their fantasy. Some stories are fantasies that Mr Gemma and I have made come true.  Some are our own personal fantasies. Some of the stories are my take on fantasies that other people have told to me.

The experience has opened my eyes to a whole different way of thinking about playing. I don't think my quest to seek out fantasies will ever end now.  When Mr Gemma and I talk about wishlists we talk about what experiences we would like to have. But it is more than that. I have an insatiable curiosity about other people's fantasies. What is yours?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Joys of Squirting

In a previous post I mentioned that a visit to Ladies Only Night gave me the kick off to start my journey towards female ejaculation or ‘squirting’ as it is more commonly known. I will take a moment to say that this is not a ‘how to’ post. There are many great articles and videos out there and this is just my thoughts on the journey I followed.
In Mr Gemma’s and my readings on this topic which include various internet forums and articles we have realised that a lot of people out there think that squirting is a myth. Or at the very least something that only certain porn stars have learned to fake. 
After my experience at Ladies Only Night, I was certain that it was definitely not a myth and I had also been convinced that you did not have to be special to be able to do this. You just had to be comfortable with yourself and have a good knowledge of your body.  I would love to say that I went home after my demonstration and practice session and sat astride Mr Gemma and squirted away.  The reality was far from it.
Did I mention the ‘comfortable with your own body’ part?  Mr Gemma has a thing about pee. He loves it. During the first 10 years of our marriage, he tried to convince me to pee on him.  After about 7 years I managed to pee on his foot in the shower!!! Even after I managed to convince myself that it was OK, my urethra had other ideas.  There was no way I could just squat over him and pee unless I was literally about to burst.
What does that have to do with squirting? Well the precursor to squirting is a feeling that you are about to pee.  The liquid comes out of the same hole so that is no big surprise really. However, if you have trained yourself for upwards of 35 years not to pee in public, then it is hard to just ignore that sensation and let things flow!!! You have to be comfortable with your own body and all the things that come out of it.
On top of that, the exact spot to stimulate is hard to locate and once located sometimes hard to stimulate in the right way.  I will also add here that what works for Gemma may not work for Jane, or Dora or any other woman.  What works for Jane won’t work for Dora and, well you get the picture. This is where the ‘knowing your own body’ part comes in to play.  One of the side benefits of this whole process has been the knowledge gained by myself and Mr Gemma about how Gemma’s body works. We didn’t discover all of the triggers on our sweet little lonesome. Certain nights of fantastic oral sex and some damn good hard fucking gave us some very good clues to Gemma’s G-Spot road map.
I am happy to report that squirting has become part of our regular private repertoire. To date I have only shared this ‘party trick’ with very special people. Of course sometimes it just happens, especially after a good long, hard fuck with a particularly nice cock but mostly it is just for sharing with special people.
The main things I want to emphasise to people, especially women, are that this is something every woman can do at the right time and in the right place but you can’t force it. The most important part is to be relaxed and comfortable with your own body and the people around you.  My experience is that there is no ‘trick’ that will work for everyone.  You have to find what works for you. 

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Power of the ......

Some of what I am about to say sounds a little bit like a rant, but like all people who give a rant, I feel it needs to be said.

There is this idea out there that is purported by uninformed people and also sadly by some people in the swinging scene that swinging is really geared for the man.   The general feeling is that most swinging couples are in the game so that the guy can get more sex. Of course these people must be right. Why would a woman want to be able to watch live sex, have multiple partners and express her sexuality freely? A woman is all about flowers, candles, romance, chick flicks and gossip magazines isn’t she?
All of those things are very nice and there are times when they are very important. But REALLY, if that is the best a woman can expect from her sex life, then no wonder there are so many disappointed women out there.  I used to think I was the only woman in the world who liked looking at pictures of naked women in men’s magazines. I most definitely am not. I used to think that only really bad, naughty girls liked to wear short skirts and CFM boots.  I’m not.
Guess what else? I am also not the only woman out there who has a detailed fantasy of being fucked by a bevy of strange men who I have never, will never have a conversation with, go to dinner with or see a movie with. 
Our culture really rams home the stereotype that women are passive with sex. They are not supposed to enjoy sex or use sex to enjoy themselves. Women who do are ‘not nice’ or worthy as a potential wife or mother. We are not always truly encouraged to know and understand our bodies (there is MUCH more to sex than a vagina and a clitoris) and be confident enough in ourselves to tell our partners what we like.
During the course of my adventures I have learned much about myself; what I like, what I don’t like, where the ‘on’ buttons are and also how to say, “Honey I’m sorry but that is not doing it for me. Why don’t you try this?”
I have learned that sucking cock is not an act of submission; rather it is a gift that is bestowed on someone of my choosing at a time and place of my choosing. And it is a massive turn-on. I have learned that the right clothing can be as much a turn on for me as it is for my viewers. And, there are not enough hot shoes in my wardrobe.
For me this journey has been one of the most liberating things in my life.  I was once one of those wives who thought that sex was a chore that women had to add to the already massive list of things to tick off in their day. But even after I learned that I could enjoy sex with my husband without it being a chore, I was still prudish and afraid that the things that appealed to me were ‘not normal’. I always liked slutty skirts and big boots but had nowhere to wear them.  I always liked flirting but was terrified of where it would lead.
Swinging was the icing on the cake for me. Finally I realised that my ideas were not weird, that there were other women out there who liked the same clothes that I did. I found places where I could wear them, and take them off if the mood took me. Gemma the swinging virgin would never have gotten up in front of a crowd of people and taken a spin on a pole. Now, after a year of lessons, Gemma often gives public and private performances when she feels like it.
This Gemma is confident in her sexuality and comfortable with her body. She knows she has a power in her and the thought turns her on massively.
Rant over.



Thursday, March 17, 2011

Soft Loving

When I was in my late teens and early twenties I had a fascination with women. I loved looking at naked breasts and often found myself looking surreptitiously down the cleavages of unsuspecting women on trains and buses. I fantasised often about women’s lips and skin and had an insatiable desire to examine another woman’s pussy. I frequently had crushes on girls that I knew from uni and work.
Of course I never acted on these urges because I was terrified of being shunned by women who thought my ideas were repulsive.  Looking back now I see a whole lot of situations where other women were coming on to me and I didn’t realise. It wasn’t until Mr Gemma and I embarked on our adventures that I found myself in an arena to fully explore this side of my sexual self.
One of the key things for me when we started swinging was to have sex with a woman.  The idea of sex with another man was appealing but it wasn’t very high on my ‘to do’ list.  The very first night we attended a swing club, I shared my first passionate kiss with a woman.  There was no other action that night but that was enough for me.  I was excited beyond belief.  Mr Gemma was infected with my enthusiasm.  The Katy Perry song ‘I Kissed a Girl’ was on the charts at the time and every time it came on the radio, Mr Gemma would sing it to me. 
Kissing a girl is a beautiful thing (I am sure all the men out there will agree with me).  Nothing compares to the softness and pure sensuality of it.  I could sometimes spend hours kissing and fondling a woman, tasting her lips and stroking her soft skin.
Breasts are also something I could spend hours on.  It doesn’t matter really the size of them.  I love to feel them in the palm of my hand and to tease the nipple until it is nice and firm.  There is nothing nicer than the feel of an excited nipple between your lips or teeth if that is what the owner is into.  Breasts are often overlooked by men as they hasten to the ‘real action’ but I have found with other women and myself that some good nipple stimulation can produce some VERY nice results. 
All of the couples we met in our early adventures featured women who liked girl/ girl play and I found my curiosity well satisfied but by no means diminished.  As the saying goes; the more you learn, the more you realise there is more to learn. I was attracted to ‘Ladies Night’ that was run by the female co-owner of the club that we frequent.
It took a while to work up the courage to actually turn up but eventually a friend of mine and I organised ourselves to get along. These nights are strictly women only.  The club owners ensured that the security on these nights is beefed up so that there would be no peeping toms at the back fence or that women coming and going from the venue are safe until they reach their transport. There is no male staff on duty that night and the atmosphere is totally different from a ‘normal’ mixed night.
The club owner and some of the regular customers are very knowledgeable and more than happy to share their knowledge and experiences.  After a couple of drinks and some chatting, the other women start to share their own stories and desires. Of course, one thing will lead to another and we eventually found ourselves practicing our new found knowledge on each other. I won’t go into all the details (the full story will be available in ‘The Fantasy Files’... Coming soon!) I will say though, an all-girl orgy is something to be experienced.
Apart from the immediate experience, the other outcome of that night was my first up close and personal experience of female ejaculation or squirting / gushing. I am here to tell the nay sayers that it is real, it does happen and it is possible for all women to have this experience.  That night gave me the knowledge to start my quest for this ‘skill’ in earnest, but that is a story for another time.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Losing Your Virginity



Thinking about story ideas the other day and I got to thinking about Mr Gemma and my first swing.  There is something about losing your swinging virginity.  Like losing your virginity as a teenager, the experience can really affect how you view the whole concept for a long time. Most people seem to have a few false starts. But if a really fantastic experience doesn’t come along sooner or later, it makes it really hard to justify keeping on trying. Some friends of ours remarked to us recently that if it wasn’t for their first ‘really good’ couple they would have given up on swinging altogether.  Needless to say they are VERY glad their paths crossed.
Our first ‘proper swing’ was also very memorable for us.  We visited a swingers club that we had been to once or twice before and while standing at the bar waiting for a drink, we started talking to this couple.  He was very tall and broad and dressed like a Roman Catholic priest and she was dressed in a sexy air hostess uniform.  It felt great being with people who knew what they were doing and who treated you with respect, not just the next sexual conquest. 
Needless to say, we ended up in one of the upstairs rooms where I experienced my first real girl / girl action before turning my attention to a real man’s man.  The thing that really attracted us to these people (apart from the obvious sexy stuff of course) was that they respected each other fully and that respect also applied to us and our relationship.  Combine that with a very sexy lady married to a big bull of a man who can fuck all night and it was a magical combination. 
It turned out that one romp in the upstairs room was not enough for all of us and we ended up going back to their hotel where we all fucked ourselves stupid for the rest of the night. Mr Gemma and I got home at around 5am and spent the next week unable to keep our hands off each other. 
That night ticked off a lot of things on our wish list. Things we had both fantasised about for a long time. The buzz from it was amazing and it spurred us on to bigger and better things.  I feel bad for people who want so much to participate in the scene but continue to have bad experiences, either because of the people they meet or because of issues within their own lives.  Swinging is definitely not for everyone out there but when you get it right, it is HOT.

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Midnight Visitor Part Two

The adventure continues......
Peter was panting, “You almost made me come by force.”
I stopped moving but kept him inside me, squeezing my pussy so that I could still feel him but not moving anything else.  My hair fell over his face as I leaned down to kiss him and to tease his nipples with my tongue.  We continued like that for a while and then I turned around and rode him the other way.  He gripped my arse and pulled the cheeks apart so that he could see his dick penetrating me.  I leaned forward, enjoying the different sensations and allowing him a good view.  After a while I turned back to face him.  He turned me over so that he could be on top.
His thrusts were powerful and started out slowly in line with the mood we were in at that moment.  I tilted my hips up to welcome him.  Our excitement built up slowly and the tempo increased.  My pussy was streaming out wetness and I could feel surges of pussy juice covering his cock as he thrust.  Our breathing was heavy and my breasts were bouncing with each powerful thrust. 
We looked intently into each other’s eyes.  He was fucking me hard and fast now and I was responding with moans and cries that were getting louder as I became more excited.   His breathing harder and faster and his thrusting intensified more and became more powerful.  The look in his eyes was so intent that I could not look away if I wanted to.  My pussy was gripping his cock so tightly, building up tension the whole time.  I could feel the orgasm building up in him and I responded by squeezing him harder and tighter.  By now both of us were almost screaming in pleasure The neighbours certainly had no doubts about what was going on in this bedroom!!! 
He kept thrusting harder and faster into me.  My eyes were held firmly by his and his body pinned me against the bed as he pounded his cock into me.  My pussy was streaming wetness over his cock and balls and onto the bed.
I felt his cum explode into me as he cried out in pleasure. The feeling of him pouring his cum into me was amazing.   I clenched my muscles tightly as if my pussy were greedily drinking all his cum. I almost gave a whimper when I realised there was no more.  He collapsed against me breathing heavily. We melted together, enjoying the feeling of the post cumming bliss.  In my mind, I relived the last few moments.  A small part of me wished that it could have gone on forever. 
After a short while, I kissed him goodbye and slipped out of the bed.  I now needed to get home to my husband.
Jake, of course, was awake in bed waiting for me.  As I walked through our bedroom door, I felt almost as nervous as when I had first embraced Peter.  I took off my shift and slid naked into the warm bed.  We cuddled together kissing and enjoying the reunion.
“I can smell the sex on you, it is so HOT.” Almost as if he wanted to confirm it, he put his hand between my legs. I spread my knees , letting him feel the wetness of my juice mixing with Peter’s. The effect was instantaneous.  He held me tightly to him and kissed me passionately.  I put my hand on his throbbing cock surprised by how the smell and feel of another man’s cum would excite him.  His excitement sparked off my own and our kisses became more passionate.  I craved the familiar feeling of my husband inside me and I  pushed him down on our bed and straddled him.  Kneeling over him, I eased myself down over his cock. I wanted to feel every centimetre of him sliding into  my soaking wet pussy.  When all of him was inside me, I sat for a moment enjoying the fullness of him being inside me.
“Tell me about it,” he whispered to me.
 I leaned over and whispered the details of the fucking into his ear.  He wanted to hear every detail and I told him about every stroke and every lick.  As we talked I lay against him with his cock inside me.  The muscles of my pussy were firm around him. As I relived the details, I started to grind into him, enjoying the pressure of him against my pussy.     
When I finished telling my story, he  flipped me over so that I was underneath him.   I wrapped my legs around him to push him further inside me.  He whispered to me,
“Did you like the feeling of him fucking your pussy?”
“Yesssssss”
Jake thrust into me hard,
“And did you like the feeling of his cum inside you?”
“I LOVED it!”
The thoughts and images in our minds drove us harder and faster.  I felt a fresh wave of juices flowing out of my already saturated pussy.  Jake groaned at the feeling of hot wetness oozing out of me.  I put my finger on my clit. It was enormous!   I had held back from coming fully with Peter, as I wanted to share this with Jake.  I could feel how close Jake was to coming and I could feel the orgasm building inside me as well.  I moved my fingers over myself gently so that I could prolong it as long as possible, but it was not possible to hold off too long. 
I locked my legs around Babe and as I felt him coming, I joined him.  I had always loved being able to cum at the same time as Jake.  To me it always emphasised our connection. Right now, straight after I had come home from fucking another man, I was as close as I had ever been to my husband.
We seemed to melt into each other as we lay there kissing and stroking each other.  I was complete now, lying beside the man who let me go so I could come back to him.

Thanks for reading everyone. I hope that you enjoyed it.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The Midnight Visitor Part One

I thought I would share this little story about an adventure I had a while ago....

"It has always been a fantasy of mine to have sex with an unknown person who sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night." Peter's idle comment grabbed my attention.

"But how would that happen?" I asked. "I mean she would have to get through the door or something wouldn't she?"

Peter smiled at me, "Well you know living around here, one doesn't really have to be very careful about locking the door." He winked.

I was a little surprised. 'Did I get that right?' I thought to myself. 'Did he just ask me to come and visit him in the middle of the night?'

Later that night I discussed it with my husband Jake.

"Well that was basically an invitation to come over whenever you like," Jake confirmed my thoughts.

The idea sat between us for a while. Part of me wanted to do this. The excitement of sneaking around in the middle of the night in a strange man's garden was very alluring.

Jake and I had known Peter for many months. We had a sexual history that included simple swinging as two couples, a fantastic night on a trampoline when I had experienced my first threesome with two men, and a stolen head job in a swingers club while watching a group sex session. We had a lot of firsts with this man and now I was considering another.

On the night I chose for my 'adventure', Jake and I discussed things briefly,
"Make sure you don't stay too long and don't have a shower before you come home." Like me, he was nervous and worried for my safety, but also excited.

"I will, I promise." We kissed passionately. I decided to wear a lace shift with nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped I didn't get pulled over by the police on my way there! Then I hoped in the car and went.

When I arrived I parked as quietly as I could and went around the side to the door he had told me he always left open. It was locked! So I tried the back door. No success. I was forced to resort to tapping softly on the window. So much for sneaking into bed beside the sleeping Peter. By now the cold and nerves had set in and I was shivering uncontrollably. Peter slipped out of bed and opened the door for me. He put his arms around me and I savoured the warmth of him as we kissed, slowly at first and then with more passion.

"What is this thing you are wearing?" He ran his hands down my shoulders and over my body, enjoying the soft fabric of the shift that I was wearing. He turned on a small light beside the bed so that we could see each other.

"This is amazing," he whispered to me. "I can't believe you are really here."

He led me over to the bed and we sat on the end. He was fascinated with the fabric of my garment, stroking my shoulders and breasts through the lace.

"I am so nervous." Even though I was warmer, I was still shivering a little. I felt like a virgin with her first lover, "I have never done this before."

"It's OK, I have," he said.

I sat looking into his eyes and stroking the soft, velvet skin of his cock. He sighed and pushed his hips out a little to give me better access. It was so full and proud in front of him and I leaned over and took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding down the back of my throat. He moaned softly in response and I continued to suck him slowly. I love the feeling of velvet penis skin running over my lips and tongue.

I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, and then sucked more firmly. In response to his gasps and moans, I turned my head to look at his face. Our eyes met and I could see how much he was enjoying what I was doing. He nodded at me and then closed his eyes and leaned back with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I toyed with the idea of sucking him until he came so that I could taste his beautiful cum. I decided that I really wanted to fuck him and reluctantly let go.

I sat up again and we kissed passionately. I was starting to relax now and moved to take off my clothing. He stopped me,

"Leave it on," His hands stroked my body. "I love seeing you dressed this way; so naughty. I can't believe that you drove over here dressed like this!"

He pressed me to him, kissing me deeply and probing my mouth with his tongue.

"My turn now." He laid me back on the bed and then kneeling between my knees and he bent his head to taste the juice that was starting to drip out of my pussy. His tongue probed around my outer lips. I sighed as I felt the warmth of the pleasure in my belly. I propped myself up on my elbows so that I could watch him.

His tongue probed into my folds seeking out the entrance to my pussy and then gently tracing over the hood covering my throbbing clit. My legs fell open further and he tongue lapped the wetness that was starting to pour out of me. Finally, as his tongue found its way to the hard node of my clit, he looked me in the eye. I put my hands on his head and pushed his face firmly against me. He responded by pressing his tongue hard against my clit. I could feel the intense pleasure radiating out into my body and my cries rose to match it. I wanted it to go on forever but eventually he lifted his head.

The juice from my pussy was dripping down his chin as he smiled at me,

"I think you liked that."

I wasn't able to speak at that moment so I nodded at him weakly. He was standing above me now and I could see his cock jutting out in front of him. Suddenly I had an undeniable urge to feel him inside me. He lay down covering my body but resting his weight on my elbows. His cock was at the entrance of my pussy as if it was smelling and tasting it. I tilted my hips towards him, aching with the need to feel him inside me. He smiled down at me and slid himself easily inside me.

His face showed his pleasure. "Man you feel so good."

"Yes, yes, you say that to all the girls," I teased him.

"No really, some things just fit together." As he pushed further inside me, it really did feel good. I squeezed around him, feeling his length pressing inside me. He was right. Some things did fit together well. He pulled down the top of my shift and admired my breasts. The nipples were firm and erect, anticipating being touched by a tongue. He did not disappoint. He lowered his head and gently ran his tongue over my nipples before taking each one into his mouth.

"You have such nice nipples. Mmmmmm."

He bent his head down to cover my whole nipple with his mouth and tease it with his tongue. A whole new pleasure radiated out from my breast as the nipple hardened in his mouth. I flipped him off me and climbed on to of him sliding his cock back inside me as I straddled him. I loved the feeling of power and rocked my hips, feeling his cock inside my pussy. I increased the speed on my grinding until I was riding him hard and fast. I twisted my hips from side to side, slightly feeling the pressure of him against the nice parts of my pussy.

I became caught up in the pure pleasure of feeling his cock pushing inside me and the waves of excitement washing over me as I watched his face. It wasn't until he moaned,"Don't take it yet!" That I snapped back to the present and stopped.

to be continued....

Friday, March 4, 2011

How Do You Swing?

I was chatting to a friend of mine who is a 'newbie' in the world of swinging about a date that Mr Gemma and I went on recently. I normally don't discuss detail more than "It was good" or "OMG it was so hot! He fucked the skin off me!" or "Well it wasn't so great but you can't win them all." My friend was very curious about the mechanics of things, asking questions like, "So did you fuck him in the same bed as your hubby and the other woman?", "Did you touch the other couple while you were fucking him?" etc. In this particular case Mr Gemma took Mrs Other off to another room while Mr Other and I got busy on the couch. My friend was very curious about how that worked, how Mr Gemma felt being sparated from me etc.


I have to say that we have never come home and said to each other, "Well that was exactly at the same as last time." Even when we were seeing people that we had seen before. There always seemed to be something different that came to mind, a different position, a different configuration, a different part of a body, someone's body to explore.


I have very good memories of two men and one woman all focussing on one lucky lady (the guys got a breast each and Gemma got the pussy if you must know), a pile of bodies stroking and licking parts that came to hand, and a very luscious night in a hotel with a very luscious man. Every relationship has different dynamics. For some people (my friend falls very strongly into this group) a big part of the pleasure is watching their partner experience extreme pleasure at the hands of another. For others (Mr Gemma and I are going more and more with this idea as we go along) being in a separate room allows us to focus on what we are doing without getting distracted by other things happening around us.


We like sex, and we like swinging because we get to try new things all the time. Part of that is getting to try new pussies and cocks which is exciting in itself but another big part is getting into different scenarios; two, three, four, six or more people having sex together at the same time, or acting out 'fantasy' scenarios that may not be possible in a traditional monogomous relationship. In The Unseen Gift Jake meets an unkown, unseen woman in a darkened hotel room. The sex that follows is something he would never experience with his wife. It is not something he wants to do every day but it is certainly an experience he will remember for the rest of his life.


Swinging mythology presents the wife swapping of the 1950's and 1960's and the 'key' parties of the 1970's. Even today the standard idea of swinging among the general population is one of straight 'wife swapping' between the partners of two committed couples. The reality of the modern swing scene is that the only limit to what can happen is your imagination. The trick to having a range of fantastic experiences is to not let your imagination be limited.