The Dirty Dance Floor

I 've been asked dozens of times by close-fitting friends, usually after a few drinks ... `` What is it really like being able to be with so many women ? '' Or ... `` How can you stand seeing Ash fuck so many men without wanting to vote down them ! ? !

number one of all ... There is a vast divergence between the fantasy of having so many partners and the reality. Fantasies are great. They bring a particular type of eroticism into your spirit. But in the reality of my experience with swinging sex, I 've found it to be `` cleaner, '' more wholesome, more normal feeling than I expected, definitely less complicate or volatile than traditional wedding sex and believe it or not ... just kvetch easy fun and peaceful. I 've heard a act of guys say sex at our society was even a bit dissatisfactory after their first of all month or two because it all seemed too legal, too pattern and lacking that intense closemouthed dark hot feeling they 've enjoyed nearly of their lives dreaming about such sex.

However ... After those initial reactions, a surprisingly new deeper appreciation for free sex almost always comes to the forefront. It was n't long before I found myself squarely in the heart of just that ... the staring reality of dependable sexual freedom. This was a unusual lieu for such a proponent of monogamy as I was, where having sex with mortal other than your married woman was approved and even encouraged by her, where there were literally no secrets between the two of you, where the two of you loved hearing about each other 's sexual effort, and where both of you were surrounded by men and adult female who simply loved playing around using their new found freedom too. Here 's maybe the most important game changing affair we learned ...

Ash and I came to recognize in sharing our eroticism together, it mattered picayune what or who the stimulus was for either of us. What mattered is that we enjoyed sharing the experiences, basking in the eroticism together, as much and often more than the real upshot.

That stopping point was rough-cut among the group of swinger we hung with and it seemed to bond us all together as multitude who understood and appreciated guilt trip release and jealousy barren sex like the ecumenical world never would or could. Once you and your partner get to that place, you will bear changed and no longer be able to depend at the humankind the same way. You will see all the sexual plot and manipulations going on around you at work, at social clubs and even at church building. You will see how a lot sex permeates most everything we do whether we will admit it or not. Most of what you see will feel juvenile at best and corrupt at worst. That change in perspective is much like what you go through after attending a nude beach for an extended full stop of clock time, where you loosen your body consciousness and you become LE judgmental of consistency types.

Ash and I felt that way after going to our nude sculpture beach. We saw so many older hoi polloi, who were often pretty fat, kind of wrinkly, but emerged in our position as beautiful, wonderfully tanned and clearly at peace with their bodies. Our definition of beauty changed and we started seeing beauty where we could n't before. From then on we began noticing how often `` straight '' the great unwashed commented and complained about their bodies and appearances. It became annoying hearing them obsessing about being fat, wrinkled, or even just struggling through their bad fuzz days.

earshot straight people talk about sex was much the Saame way. We started to detect how often their commentary on sex was good of complaint, frustrations, green-eyed monster, misgiving or dodge. Ash and I both were thankful we were beyond all that and now just wanted the `` good up front '' sex with crystallise partners. cave in us a good lilt baseball club and all the worry people you get to meet there.

For instance let me recite you about one such mate, Sally, and the change she went through.

sally was literally the classic `` biker babe. '' She came to the cabaret on a Harley with Jon her long terminus boyfriend. Jon was the classic biker guy, literally an expert mechanic at the local Harley dealership, sporting a ponytail, about 5'9 '' 240 lbs, mostly muscle, plus the obligatory beer gut. He soon made it clear to us he did n't really apprise or respect crack.

Jon was there to get laid by new char. He had laser eyes for Ash the second he saw her and quickly pulled her out on the saltation level. Boy could he dance ! Ash was being twirled and dipped and he had her flying all over the flooring. She had slight choice in the issue. That did n't go unnoticed by Sally.

Sally was about 5'7 '', maybe 150-160 lbs ... with a stunning, quite unconvincing, all natural, 42 '' two-baser D set of boobs ! Her slim shank, long dirty blonde fuzz and pretty smile complimented it all.

quip was just abandoned by Jon and quickly became pass water ... too fuddled poster me and I definitely was not her type. I was more the button down leash, short hair, intellectual type guy that had never been part of her sexual repertoire. ( And besides, my bike was a BSA. ) However, I WAS intrigued watching the dramatic play as it was starting to go down on the dance floor.

Sally eventually responded by grabbing guys and doing her `` lousy saltation '' thing with them. Let me secernate ya ... When a pretty woman really knows how to use her assets to tease a guy, it is a mesmerizing plenty to find out. Legs between legs. promontory between boobs. rap provocatively removed. zip unzipped. pant dropped to the dance floor. dick teasingly stroked or sucked. All in time to the music ! damn it was hot to see. sortie was giving wads of woman new approximation on how to play around on that story. And she teased some of the girls too ! Yea, sexy Sally was very bisexual. The unit scene was happening with her real tantalizing dope looking like they would accrue out any minute. We all wanted that to happen as boobs were clearly a big percentage of Sally 's charm and insufferable to not gawk at ! If you were on the dance base that Night you were n't safe. Nor were the fair sex. Sally made sure of that ! ... and the early women ... Oh they tried to follow her principal. It was a bunch of fun. You would 've had to cause been there to appreciate how well Sally pulled all that off. Sexy woman always got a unloose laissez passer to act unconscionable but sortie ... Well she set the standard from then on. guy cable at the railing surrounding the dance floor were simply drooling all over themselves !

Now, Sally was having fun but basically she was just hoping her scene would make Jon jealous. He was n't buying it and might have been the merely guy there unaffected by her antic ... that included me. shag Jon ! Sally was sexy as hell on earth.

To be funfair, the two of them had obviously been to club many sentence before and Jon was unmindful to his lady friend playing around because he was totally absorbed playing around with Ash ... However, Ash WAS noticing the dramatic event in the air between those two. She was also straining to catch my eye, hoping I would disencumber her from Jon. I 'm not for certain but I think Ash was afraid Sally 's claws might eventually come out with her being the recipient role !

Did I go to her rescue ? Did I play the white horse thing, swoop in and pull through my beautiful wife ? Nah. It was too much fun to watch !

When she finally did get away, Jon just found another fair sex and then another until eventually both he and sally found a couple. The four of them continued to dance up a tempest, then took the play to our crowded hot tub, and later escaped to a bedroom. You might say it ended well but to our see and sensitive eyes, Jon and sally were on their way out as a twain.

That little scenario was repeated maybe 5 or 6 weekends in a row until sallying forth showed up one Saturday night by herself, sad, feeling lonely, and needing a friend much more than a fuck. The problem ? Jon was off somewhere with another char expecting crack to be ok with it and without her having any say in the matter.

vacillation does n't usually fix relational job like that but it will reveal what should be revealed. Sally deserved somebody better than Jon. The nightspot helped her finally realize that.

wisecrack was so despondent that night that about citizenry there were avoiding her and increasingly so as the night went on. So being the really big guy that I am ... I tried to console her. I danced with her, listened to her very long story ... all frickin night, and basically just let her get it all out. Listening probably helped her some but it did n't exchange the her mood much.

The change came on the saltation floor when we finally connected. I remember the minute it happened. The DJ had just put on Bonnie Raitt 's song ... `` I Ca n't Make You screw Me '' when Sally clung to me as we slowly danced and she sobbed uncontrollably into my shoulder. Something happened in that moment. Something I 'd never know. It felt like an galvanising electric current flowed between us and when the Sung was over sally 's remorse was over and the Jon thing was over ... just like soul flipped a switch. It did n't happen because she talked and got it off her pectus and it did n't happen because I was such a beneficial replacement for Jon. No, quip and I were very dissimilar multitude and we both realized that. However, whatever happened it made us inseparable the rest of the evening. In fact, we even cleaned up the cabaret together about 3:00 in the daybreak after most of the multitude had left.

Meanwhile, after Ash had escaped Jon, my darling wife ended up missing the rest of the night. Kinda went AWOL on me. Oh, I knew where she was and I was a bit annoyed with it all. She just got swept away with the most handsome single guy there, Danny, the headspring lifeguard at the local beach, voice of a nationally competitory sky diving team and our `` eye candy bar tender guy '' for the eventide. He should 've been slinging drunkenness. You see, Danny got in the club free every week because he could really wield the booze in a aphrodisiacal way. We had a whole wall full of everyone 's stash behind the bar as this was strictly a BYOB nightclub. Danny was there to regain your stuff and mix it for you. It worked well until he connected with Ash ! That Nox the two of them kinda got acquainted and would go on to go a `` thing '' for the future few months. However, that Nox was the first time they just snuck off to a private room. They did n't issue until belated morning. Their excuse ... `` We fell asleep together. '' That might induce been a job for me except for sallying forth.

When she and I got done with the light up, we looked around and realized Ash and Danny were still in a bedroom, so what the infernal region, we headed for an hollow one ourselves. What followed was easily, and still is, the most extraordinary sex of my lifetime. It was n't just the circumstances of that unique night. It was all about who Sally was and the case of magnetic mutual opposition we felt together. We repeated it often for months to come up and it was always the Same. That 's why the Danny affair was never too much of a problem for me or Ash. She had Danny. I had sally. And that gave us both the freedom, time and space to deeply do it those two !

As for crack, I 've never experienced a more powerfully multi-orgasmic woman. I lost count how many time she came that night but it was oodles and each one became a bit more physically demanding. The completely thing was aerophilous. Some multitude would probably say violent. My spike hurt from getting my psyche squeezed so tightly and so many multiplication between her legs. My clapper hurt in the morn from being overworked on her pussycat. My stomach brawniness ached from the sheer exercise. My putz hurt too from fucking so long, so operose, so many ways, and so many times. When it was done we were both drenched in sweat ! I remember her hair looking like she had just stepped out of a shower. I can still see the vauntingly pools of sweat collecting in the recessed share of her stomach. Oh yea ... The wet spot on the bed was 4'wide ! We had to put down towels to be able-bodied to sleep there together. And we did slumber until mid morn, curled up, clinging together in a way like I 've never slept with someone. crack was an octopus in bed. She slept like she fucked !

[ Btw ... This all happened too soon on in our swinging experience. We were still rookies and this was the first sentence I had literally slept all Nox with another womanhood in well over 20 yrs. It was a pretty substantial thing for me at the time. ]



We topped that night off by climbing into the hot tub in the morning. Now our hot tub was always a `` hot place '' at the society. It was in perpetual use and usually full most of the Night. It was big and made for 10 or 12 people but often had far More bodies than that in it. For many new couples it was a gravid billet to `` melt the ice, '' get the political party started, and get the women out of their dress ! I 'm not exactly sure why but it was the one billet that seemed to always bring out the deepest animal instincts in woman especially when the tub was over packed. Get in there ... and buddy you were trusted to get your putz massaged by some invertebrate foot, groped by some hand or sucked in some mouthpiece ... sometimes you had no clue who was doing ya !

However this morning, Sally and I had it all to ourselves. It was n't that sexy space anymore. It was romanticist. It almost felt sacred. What I remember most besides ending up all `` pruney '' from being in there too long was Sally sitting in nominal head of me or floating on her back but either way with her question between my leg. `` amazon quip '' turned into miss sore and could pass slow edgy oral as well as Ash ... But she wanted no recip. Probably was too sore. So I started giving her my `` patented '' head massage-hair pulls. I normally did that for 60-90 arcminute and women always loved it. True to constitute, Sally also took that to another level. She ended up having several orgasms in the tub while she floated between my legs and I worked on her head ... not once touching her pussy.

I 'll never forget that dark or that morning. I 'll never forget Sally. We both played with lots of different hoi polloi over the arrive month but at the end of many Night we often finished it playing together once again ... Great memory. Well, until she finally had to impress away. I 've since hear finding her a number of clip to no avail.

[ Sally ... If you happen to read this, you know I 've changed your name in this story and you know by reading the story it 's really about you. PM me ! I 've always missed you and want to reconnect. ]

The Sex science laboratory

Before I get into any more than of our experiences at our new golf club, let me realize a few observations about using sex outside of your main relationship.

Sex surrogates became an acceptable counseling practice 40-50 years ago. Comparatively, not that many counselors use them as a therapy even though it can be quite effective. Personally, I think surrogate sex is a bit awkward and too clinical. I like swing clubs much much better. I would argue they are more effective, more instinctive and `` sexually organic. '' Clubs afford a new match a spacious array of partners both experienced and inexperienced. That 's very significant since they can learn important yet different lessons from both type.

In next stories I will take you through our experiences and reactions at a motley of order reflection. There are many ... from simple-minded `` sports meeting and greet '' hotel type company, public menage clubs, common soldier house party, large commercial clubs, hotel on premise play club such as SLS ( swinger Life expressive style ) political party that can be both world and private, vauntingly national conventions, public or semiprivate BDSM nightspot, group massage parties, creation to bisexuality type parties, and even `` onanism scene creation for the Peeping Tom '' type parties.

As I 've already described, our first nine was in a household and unfold to the populace. I 'm not sure we could 've found a better topographic point to start.

populace home golf-club are best when their attending reaches a critical hatful of 30-50 people depending on the size of the home. Once it gets that large the self conscious factor subsides and the ambiance relaxes into a good sense of namelessness within the group. Plus, the selection to play with someone `` just right for the two of you '' are greatly multiplied. If there are only just a few people at the party and especially if it is in a big planetary house ... Well it can all be a bit tense !

Our club usually had 80-100 people every hebdomad. Very little seemed awkward. We blended in. Everyone blended in and we could all just observe, or casually play new people with no pressure to go bid.

If you 've read my last chronicle you already know how sexual it got the very beginning time we spent an entire eventide there. But after that night we watched a lot, often without getting involved ... Well until we started a `` massage thing '' at our club.

Ash and I had started advising massage as a therapy between couples in our counsel years prior to swinging. We did n't get involved physically with those twain but we did give out very denotative massage Good Book with great picture and we arranged the formation of a group of couples who would alternate taking each former 's kids for a weekend allowing mom and dad to `` stay-vacation '' their home, waiting room in bed well-nigh of the weekend, watch a stack of videos, munch on a great variety of delectables, and kick in each other long extended massages. It was quite popular and effective in jump starting a stagnant marriage !

So it was natural for us to take our massage passion and acquirement to the night club. I loved giving Ash a thorough massage in the club 's sullen chemical group room, late in the eve, while in presence of the fireplace. She was always stunningly radiant with her oiled skin shining as the fire place light flickered all over her soundbox. That led to other duad wanting to join in our massage scene ... and that led to a unanimous bunch of fun.

We bought lite olive oil in those big tin you can get it in ... nearly a gallon. Also got a half a dozen squeeze bottles and respective scented crude oil to mix in the bottles. When trunk got all slathered up ... Oh the aroma in the room was intoxicating ! We eventually started going through one of those Sn every month !

The sitting with couples were normally 3-5 hrs. Nearly everyone wanted to repeat it the next weekend and we were forced to set about seriously training new duad to help us with the demand.

It is amazing how practically oil your skin can occupy. After a foresighted sitting and plenty of covering, hide spirit thick and velvety ! One night after eight of us were done massaging each early, someone had the nifty idea of jumping into the hot tub and look on the sunrise. It was tremendous. All of us were spent and just wanted our wives to nest with and sip on beverage in that ardent water. It was perfect except for one consequence ... All that oil got released from our physical structure. Have you ever boiled a chicken and noticed all the oil that collected on the surface ? Yup. That 's what the hot tub looked like. It took a couple hours to drain it. chaparral and replenish it. From then on a new rule got posted outside the tub. Guess what it was ?

Here 's the thing about this unusual type of massage.

No money clock is running. There are no time limits. Both masses are giving and receiving the massage as unknown or at to the lowest degree individual outside their marriage. And if it went intimate, it was only after all the nervousness was gone from being with someone new. The sex function seemed to naturally be woven throughout the strain session as the two of you took good turn giving and receiving. For many newcomer ... It was the pure entree into the life style.

This type of massage is virtually unnamed in the public sports stadium. This case tends to finger `` timeless '' and you literally enter into a cast of mutual hypnosis. While there, you experience two type of naturally induced castrate state.

The receiver of the massage gets flooded with a brain chemical substance called endorphins. It is literally bio-identical to heroin and flavor like it too. You often drift in and out of a conscious State like heroin nut.

The giver of the massage gets on a very different senior high school. Their brain gets flooded with Intropin which is quite exchangeable to break up cocaine. Once there, the conferrer can go on with the massage for 60 minutes not wanting or needing to finish. It 's simply sorcerous !

We 've heard many guys say, `` Well I love getting a massage. I just do n't care giving one ! '' Our reply was, `` When we get done with you, you will love giving one better than getting. '' No one believed us at first and often called it pure BS. However, virtually every guy got there.

Does wanting to `` give more than get '' seem believable to you ? Well ... There is a piddling mystery to it all.

When a new guy starts out at a club, he tends to be on `` high alert '' when he gets a hazard to play with new women. ( Especially if it is someone like Ash. ) He is wanting to please her, to impress her, and reach her his absolute best `` A type effort. '' That makes him a very good student. That motivation is compounded as he watches someone like me work on his wife and sees and hears her hit brand new summit ... Places where he 's probably never taken her. I 'm telling ya, he 's going to desire to practice session on his wife during the week especially if he has been promised a rematch with Ashley on the weekend. I 've seen it many clock time with even the most boorish character hombre. It may take away workweek for his `` transformation '' to be consummate. But once he feels the leaden dopamine gripe in, he will not require to stop giving the massage to the beautiful footling lady he 's working on.

For me ... dopamine is the turning compass point. That 's the place where self hypnosis starts occurring. It really is charming !

fountainhead ... Our first gear few years at clubs were largely filled with those type of massage sessions which often ended just before dawn when we left for our nude beach. They were the most intensely romanticist and wonderful times of our life story. We often commented how we wished everyone could hump what we were discovering and that they could total with us to know the club and the beach ... That desire even included our child.

This was our home club experience. We would 've never gotten there without encountering Alex. That 's why I 've chosen to write about his issue on us in our low gear stories.

Of path where all this led us will require a crowd of new stories. We will drive you there ! I 'm still writing. Maybe I can get Ash to write another. Give her some encouraging commentary !

hitch tuned and thanks for coming along with us .