Introduction

 

We are Jon and Alison. We have been swingers for more than thirty-years. This book documents our swinging adventures and the people we met along the way. I originally planned to change names of our friends to protect the guilty. The problem was the changed name might match other swingers. Even fake names like Mortimer and Gertrude may actually be swingers somewhere. Therefore, to confuse the reader as much as possible, I have made up some names, mixed up couple's names, and in a few cases used a real name. All in an attempt to protect the identity of the participants and keep the reader as confused, regarding identity, as much as possible.

I have been careful to conceal the identity of relatively famous people. Unfortunately, there are no movie stars, major politicians, or sports figures in these stories. I am sure there are swingers in those professions, but I have not knowingly been aware of any such participants.

We have met a few important doctors, a state assemblyman, several school principals, army special forces, airline pilots, fire & police chiefs, a participant in the Tour d' France, many teachers, a retired secret service agent, several navy officers, a PTA official, an ex-NFL football player, a centerfold, a minister, a stripper, and a playboy bunny.

In most cases, the places and geographical locations are as stated. If I have used a fake name for a location, I will tell you so.

There is a great deal more humor in swinging than there is in normal lovemaking. Maybe humor can compensate for a little nervousness. I have found, when swinger couples are comfortable enough with each other, they enjoy a little chuckle now and then. I have included the humor in my telling of our stories. These are stories of how people behave when they feel secure with one another, and they are in erotic surroundings with other nice people.

Chapter One

Naughty Fun

 

Clair

 

We were at the home of George and Julie for dinner and playtime. Greg and Clair were also invited. After dinner, the six of us enjoyed each other in the normal swinger pile of naked bodies. Clair is a shapely, very pretty blonde. She is not a model, but she has been naked in several sexy magazines.

A little later in the evening when things were winding down, my wife, Alison, and Greg had fallen asleep on the bed. I was with Clair in front of the fireplace. The room was dimly lit with a few flickering candles and the glow from the fire. I was fucking Clair doggy style, in front of the fireplace, with George and Julie lying on their tummies watching us.

The warmth of the fire and the glow on her ass was very sexy. I did not think there was any way this could be more intimate, but I was wrong.

Clair lifted her head, and looking back at me, over her shoulder, said, "Put it in my ass."

She did not even say please, but she was not going to need to ask me twice. I withdrew my cock from her pussy. The soft lighting from the fireplace illuminated her ass. I spread her cheeks and saw her small puckered rear hole. I doubted my thick cock would fit in it. With our friends watching, I lubed her asshole, stroked a generous amount of lube on my cock, put the head of it against her ass opening, and gently pushed. To my surprise and delight, it went right in...her ass stretched to accept me.

I gave her a few gentle strokes until my cock was all the way in, and my balls had touched her pussy lips. I was fucking her in the ass as she moaned and played with her clit. Her ass gripped my cock with each stroke; she was on the verge of coming. I was giving her an orgasm from fucking her ass. She loved it, and so did I. As she started to come, I went over the edge also, and we were lost in orgasmic delight.

This was the first time I had enjoyed anal sex with Clair. I would repeat the pleasure at her butt several times in the future. It was always wonderful but never as perfect as the first time in front of the fireplace...how could it have been?

 

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The above story with Clair is a true story of a fun time we enjoyed as swingers. We would classify Clair and her husband Greg as Horizontal Friends. "Horizontal friends" is a term used when talking about swingers. It is the opposite of vertical friends. We play with our horizontal friends lying down and thus the name. Everyone else is a friend or a vertical friend.

The terms Swinging and The Lifestyle, are essentially interchangeable. Swinging has probably been happening as long as people have been having sex. Once you are in a loving relationship with your partner, conditions are right with another couple, and all the planets line up, you might take the next step to intimacy. It has happened countless times in the past. We have developed unbelievable closeness and bonds with others we have shared intimacies and nakedness with.

Our stories and adventures are not presented in chronological order. Rather they are loosely grouped by the swinger event, location, or activity. As you read about swinger places, you will find stories of our adventures. If I am talking about a swinger/lifestyle week at some resort, the stories there will either have occurred at the event or tied into that trip in some way.

It is easy to meet naughty friends at some swinger event, but every once in a while we have met someone at an unexpected time. It does not happen often, but when it does, it is very special. These situations are known as lucking out. One such erotic surprise occurred on a SCUBA diving trip to Cozumel, Mexico...where we met Candy.

 

 

Candy Was Dandy & Liquor Was Perfect

 

We traveled to Cozumel, Mexico with our vertical friends, Ned and Margaret. This was a weeklong trip at a diver's hotel. We were in a group with other divers for the entire week. We did not know any of the other divers.

One of the divers in our group was a cute, single, young female named Candy. She was a dedicated diver. We would learn later that she does not drink alcohol for a month before a dive trip.

In the interest of safety, when SCUBA diving, you always dive with a buddy. Candy, being single, dove with one of the dive masters from the dive company. The diving was spectacular in one of the world's finest dive locations.

On our second day, Margaret got a migraine headache. She was unable to dive. With Margaret back at the hotel, Candy and Ned were paired as buddies for diving. Margaret's headache would continue for the rest of the week. Candy, Ned, Alison, and I would become a dive foursome, as well as having breakfast, lunch, and dinner together each day. Very innocent really, four people getting to know one another, while enjoying top notch diving. Margaret did not dive until the end of the week.

When diving for a week it is important not to dive on the last day, so your body can get used to normal pressure before flying. This is a normal twenty-four hour period for safety. We used our twenty-four hours non-dive day for sightseeing. The five of us took a ferry to the mainland, rented a car, and drove to a couple nearby Mayan ruins. In itself, this would have been a great day of sightseeing, but it also gave us a chance to talk to Candy more and learn more about her.

Candy was in her twenties and turned out to be a stripper. She worked in a gentlemen's club in New Jersey. She would put on her show; if guys paid extra they could go into a back room with her. They could get a personal lap dance or other exotic service. No sex was involved, only nude or almost nude dancing. She was medium height, with nice titties, and long black hair. Along the course of the day, we told Candy we were swingers. We also told her we had been to strip joints and swing clubs on a regular basis.

That night, back at the dive hotel at dinner, we talked about the first class diving we had experienced. While chatting, I remembered a dive magazine that contained a picture of a female diver underwater. The diver looked like Candy (same color dive outfit). I was sorry I had forgotten it in the room. After dinner when Ned and Margaret had returned to their room, I asked Candy if she would want to come to our room to see the dive magazine. This could not have worked out better if I had planned it.

In our room, I opened a bottle of an after dinner liquor. The three of us began sipping the fine liquor and talking more. Our chatting turned to Candy's line of employment. She admitted she had a fantasy of a woman coming into the club and buying a private lap dance. In her fantasy, Candy would take the woman to the back room and dance for her. Her fantasy would end up with her and the customer licking each other's pussies.

It did not take me long to figure out the evening was moving in a hot direction. I poured another round of drinks, while we talked a little more about her fantasy. In one of my more brilliant moves, I suggested to Candy that she did not have to fantasize about this anymore. I could pretend to be the manager of the club; Alison would play the part of the female customer.

We cut up some notepaper as money and a ticket. The three of us began role-playing to fulfill Candy's fantasy. I, as the manager, pretended to sell Alison a ticket. She took a chair in front of Candy and enjoyed the show (me too). Candy did her stripping dance. She removed all of her clothing except a small pair of panties. My cock was fully erect.

Then my wife told Candy she had a ticket for a private dance. Candy put my wife flat on her back on a bench in the room. Candy proceeded to give a very erotic dance, removing her panties, and putting her pussy right in my wife's face. Then it was full-blown fun. The girls licked each other and sucked me.

We would finish with me on my back with my cock buried into my wife's pussy, while Candy sat on my face with my tongue in her pussy. It started as Candy's fantasy and ended up as one of mine.

Candy told us one of her gimmicks to get money is to collect dollar bills from the male customers and tear a small hole where George Washington's head is located. She then puts the dollar on her nipples. She can get fifty dollars on each nipple. When Candy saw Alison's big nipples she said, "Wow, those are seventy-five dollar nipples."

Our friends, Ned and Margaret, never had a clue to our romp in the hay with Candy, even though our faces were locked in an uncontrollable smile all the next day. Candy lived in New Jersey, and we lived in California. These were the days before the Internet. Even though we exchanged cards and letters for a couple years, we drifted apart and lost the connection. She is probably a middle-aged grandmother today, with guys still gladly paying to see her pussy.

 

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It is always fun when a seemingly non-erotic situation turns into something more. Meeting Candy and going from strangers, to friends, to playmates over the course of a week was fantastic. We have had times when things did not turn out as we planned, but every so often, a situation came along that far exceeded our expectations.

This was the case on one of our trip to a wild resort in Jamaica. This lifestyles friendly resort, near Negril, Jamaica, attracts swingers from all over the country, as well as all over the world. Over the years, we have had numerous erotic times at this resort, including meeting a very attractive couple from the Midwest...Doug and Christie.

 

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Doug & Christie

 

I had taken a nap after dinner one evening at the resort in Jamaica. When I woke up and came to the bar, I found my wife, Alison, talking to a nice looking couple. They had been chatting for a while. The couple was not into swapping partners, but Christie wanted to find a girl to fuck Doug while she watched. I could watch also, but it was only a watching date for me with no expectation of doing more. I was fine with that. We began our swinging adventures with only watching, and I still found it exciting. I liked the idea of watching a guy fuck my wife with the other wife watching also.

They went on about the limitations of the fun. I assured them I was Ok with it, but they were not sure. I took Christie up to the midnight buffet. She had coffee and I had a bowl of soup, while she again emphasized my limited role in this play session. I told her, "Look Christie, I'm not even going to ask you to do more. I don't want to put you in the position of having to refuse me." I told her I could give her a back rub or foot massage, which was the truth. She seemed to believe me. We went home to bed with a playtime set for the next day at noon.

This was different and exciting. As the noon hour approached, we showered and got ready. We were both nervous and anxious for noon to get here. We arrived at their room right on time. We had brought a drink with us. The four of us sat on the bed, clothed and chatting. We all got naked with Doug and Alison on one side of the bed. Christie and I were on the other side. Christie is an attractive woman with very large titties. I was sorry I had not included her titties with my offer of a back or foot massage, but I was going to stick by my word.

Doug and Alison were touching and getting into it a bit. I was rubbing Christie's feet while we watched. My cock was hard as a rock. Doug was a little nervous; he was not as hard as he would have wanted. My hard-on was not helping him much.

I told Doug and Christie I had taken a little blue pill before coming over. It helped give me an erection. Doug had never used one of the erectile dysfunction pills before (better known in the Lifestyles as pecker pills). We chatted about the drug for a short time. I offered to get one for him if he was interested-which he was. I made a quick dash to our room and returned with the blue, pecker pill for Doug. I told him it takes thirty-minutes to an hour to work. Waiting for the pill to kick in, he began licking Alison's pussy.

I continued massaging Christie's feet and the back of her legs. Christie was turned on watching her husband, and she was enjoying my attention to her. She liked it so much I got a little bolder, moving my hand up to behind her knee. I thought that would be it; I was not going to break the promise I had made her.

Christie was getting so aroused, she had conveniently forgotten the agreement from the previous night. She began rubbing my neck, arm, and back, making sure her leg was in easy reach for me to go higher in my massage. I still played it cool. Doug and my wife were moving slowly, but Christie and I were kicking up the pace. Christie moaned and rubbed her titties against me. I moved my hand to her inner thigh. I still did not know where this was going. We were already way past what I had expected but there was no turning back now.

I still took my time moving toward her pussy, but Christie wasted no time and started stroking my hard cock. That was it; all bets were off. I touched her pussy lips as she kissed me. My wife and Doug had not gotten to second base yet, but I was rounding third and heading for home.

Doug and Alison were watching as Christie handed me a condom. She lay back with her legs spread and pussy waiting. I hope the spouses enjoyed the show. I gave Christie a good fucking, then rolled her over and did her doggy style. She loved it. I was not paying much attention to the other two but suspect they were enjoying themselves also. What began as a watching only fuck session, between her husband and my wife, ended up as erotic sex between Christie and me with them doing much of the watching.

 

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These adventures with Clair, Candy, Doug, and Christie occurred at a time in our lives when we were experienced swingers. It was not always like that. We began with only watching couples have sex and did not swap partners until eight years after attending our first swinger's party. We were the slowest moving swingers we have ever heard of. It took us five years before we even did anything oral with another couple. At those times in our lives, we enjoyed going to swing clubs and swinger's events, with no thought of doing more. It is surprising we got into swinging at all. Like many things in our life, we just lucked out.