About Last Night

Sunday morning.  Time to reflect on the previous night’s activities.

We went out to a house party with some friends that we have known for quite some time now.   They are the most gracious hosts ever and really go all out for this party, making special drink shots, setting up playrooms, and providing little niceties in the bathroom for the guests.   The party was an interesting mix of people and there were many many that I did not know.   I used to be so much better at parties about making sure I introduced myself to everyone in the room and made a point of remembering their names.  I don’t know why I ever stopped doing that.   Last night I did go down a line of people sitting by the fire and introduce myself and my husband to each of them, making an attempt to remember their names.  It was a weak version of how I used to be, but it did remind me of how much more fun it is to be the one making the first step.   We did have the opportunity to see a few old friends and remember what we liked about them … and what we didn’t.

One couple in particular is so sexy and attractive and would be a great 4-way connection for me and my husband.  If only they weren’t drunk, high, or both every time we see them.  I just have no desire to be fucked by a cock, that is pertpetually hard due to the little blue pill, and attached to someone who is so high he has no way of ascertaining any subtletly about how to actually make our sex mind-blowing instead of simply functional.  Four way connections are so rare, and it’s really unfortunate that we can’t seem to make it work with this couple.

So let me talk about the fun parts.  :)  Like I said, the hosts are extremely sweet and kind.  We used to have a ton of fun with them, and although the attraction has waned, we still really enjoy their company.   My husband and I decided to find a place to fuck each other.  He was easily the sexiest guy there, so why not fuck him?  Right?   The first place we attempted to find had already been “enjoyed” by a lady who apparently knows how to make herself squirt.   Good for her, but hubby and I looked for a drier spot.  We found a little curtained off area with a mattress on the floor.  It looked clean enough, so we laid down and started kissing.   He pulled out my nipples and gently pulled them into his mouth, while cupping their voluptuousness in his hands.   Then he took off his own pants, freeing his hard cock and sliding inside my wet, waiting pussy.    We fucked in that room as other party-goers walked in and out of the area on the other side of the curtain.    We could hear them talking and I’m sure a few peeked in on the action, but hubby and I didn’t even notice.  We were just in our own little world.  Sex isn’t about exhibitionism for either one of us, and sometimes it even makes us self-conscious to be watched.  Last night, we didn’t even pay attention to anyone that may or may not have been watching.  Soon, I was asking my husband to lie on his back so I could be on top.   I find myself enjoying this position more and more as of late.   I sat up and rode his cock at all the right angles making my clit tingle and my g-spot throb.   I had to slow down a couple times so that he could regain his composure, but the final time, he let me know that I had waited too long and he was going all the way.  I increased my rocking and sliding motion until he came inside me.  Because we weren’t at home and there was no condom or towel handy, we stayed for a bit with him inside me while we decided how we were going to make sure we didn’t leave behind a sticky mess for anyone who might want to play after us.  There is nothing I love more than continuing to fuck a man after he has cum.  A lot of guys, my husband included, find this too intense and usually ask me to stop.  Last night though, after a short time of sitting with my husband’s half- hard cock inside me, he let me know that I could keep “fucking it”.  Mmmmm it felt so fucking awesome to just really finish off and let my pussy subside to its normal state while still filled up with my husband’s dick.  Finally, I was finished and stepped across the hall to the bathroom to clean up and bring my husband something to clean himself up with.

Mmmmm!  Fun!

Later in the evening I had sex with a friend of mine who hasn’t gotten nearly enough action on this blog.  He’s basically one of my favorite current playmates and somehow, I just don’t seem to end up writing about our exploits.   And unfortunately, his story will have to wait once again because I am going to play a couple rounds of tennis with my sexy husband!

Be back soon…..

Party Night

My husband is showering and I’m trying to figure out what I want to wear to this house party we are going to tonight.   The party is an annual event at the home of some friends we met 2 years ago.   They were one of the first couples we met when we really started delving into the swinging scene for real.   Prior to 2008, we just had some fun experimenting with threesomes and some rare same room-soft swapping.

At last year’s party, I had a blast being naughty, flirtatious, and fucking 2 or 3 guys.  I can’t remember.  I have fucked the host, but not in a very long time.  (As in just about 2 years.)

Okay I gotta run.  Hubby is out of the shower with shaved balls.  I’ve tried on 7 different outfits and am back in the first one.  We are out to have FUN!!!!

That Kiss!

I got to experience one of the best kissers I have met in a long time recently.  This is someone who I kissed for the first time way back in March and it never went further than a kiss, but oh my!  What  a kiss.  This guy’s kiss turned me on more than some guys do when they’re trying to give me an orgasm.   Ever since that first kiss in March, I have been thinking about this guy and his kiss and just waiting for the opportunity to indulge again.

On Thursday night, we went out for a little bar meet that we know about.   MrKisser and his wife were there too, but a little bit in a separate area.  When she came by and was chatting with us, I let her know that I was really ready to kiss her husband again soon!  She walked me over to him and pushed me in front of him so she could watch!  I first asked him if he remembered me, which he did.  Then I asked him if he remembered kissing me, which he also did (of course).

We brought our mouths together and I felt everything heat up.  His lips and tongue fit and move perfectly with mine.  There is no awkwardness.  Everything about the way he kisses just pulls me in.  Great kissers have this way of making everything in the room disappear.   It’s fucking amazing!  I kissed him for a bit outside until the second hand smoke started killing me.  Then I kissed him again when we left and this time he kept pulling me closer with his hands.  Placing them on my thighs and pressing our pelvises together.  I didn’t want to stop kissing this guy.  In fact, I didn’t want to stop AT kissing this guy.  I want to find out what it’s like to be with him.  At least I think that’s what I want??  Maybe it would be better to just enjoy his kisses.

Same or Separate Rooms

I assume that for some, the term swinging conjures up images of orgies.  Naked bodies everywhere ; fucking going on among all parties.  My husband and I have been to a house party where that happened.  At one point in the evening everybody moved to the bedroom and soon there were about 8 couples fucking around the room.  Some on the bed, some on the floor, and  one couple in a sex swing.  He and I were a little nervous, but we found a place together on the floor and had our fun together.

More often though, in our experience, swinging is about meeting another couple and actually swapping partners.  A question that comes about is this: same room or separate room swinging?  For many couples/people, the idea of 4 people on a bed together is  huge turn on and part of what makes the lifestyle fun and exciting for them.  They want to be able to fuck one partner while kissing another.  They want to be close to their husband or wife and be able to touch them, hold their hand, or make eye contact while having sex with someone else.  And those for whom bisexuality is part of the experience, the same bed playtime helps facilitate that as well.

Same room, separate beds, is more comfortable for us as a couple.  This works great in a hotel room because there are usually two beds.  It’s a true partner swap because we rarely end up doing anything together, we are just fucking in the same room.  There are pros and cons to this situation.  I love being able to hear and watch my husband with another woman.  I don’t find that I get jealous at all, but for some reason as I write this I feel some jealousy.  Isn’t that strange?  Thinking about it, talking about it, writing about it, I get a little funny feeling; but when I’ve actually been in the situation and had the opportunity to watch him, I’ve really enjoyed it.  I think there are a couple reasons for this.  Number one is that, in the scenario I am discussing, it’s not as though I am lying alone in the bed with nothing to do but watch.  Instead, I am either in the middle of enjoying another man or basking in the afterglow of an orgasm that he was able to give me.   In addition to that, when I watch my husband with another man’s wife, I think I am usually watching “her” more than him.  I like watching how she responds to his excellent oral skills.  Seeing her enjoy the same intense pleasure that I enjoy when I’m with him makes me feel really happy and incredibly lucky.

For all the opportunities it provides to increase the sensory stimuli or hearing and watching sex while having sex, same room swinging also has it’s drawbacks.  First and foremost, there are times that the stimuli can just be too distracting and rather than increase arousal, it can have the opposite effect.  It’s definitely NOT fun to watch your husband pleasure another woman while they guy you’re with goes limp.  Now, I’m not saying that going limp automatically makes for an unsatisfying sexual experience.  I can create a whole other post about ways men can and have continued to please me even when their dick didn’t want to cooperate.  But if the guy you’re with doesn’t know how to handle the fact, it can be really unsatisfying as he either shuts down completely or tries to pretend that he doesn’t notice.  Having his wife and my husband in the next bed going at it with great success can be really annoying and not sexy at all.  I also think that same room sex discourages talking.  I like to talk to my sexual partners.  I like to say sexy things, naughty things, dirty things, normal things, silly things.  I am somewhat uncomfortable doing this when we are in the presence of another couple(s) and I think that diminishes the experience for me.  Perfect example, when a guy loses his hard on with me and we are alone, I can talk to him and let him know that I’m fine and tell him what I’d like him to do instead of fuck me.  I can find ways to quietly arouse him with no pressure.  A lot of times, that solves the problem and after a bit, we can be fucking like porn stars.  When his wife is in the next bed, I’m less comfortable just talking to the guy.  He might not want his wife/my husband to know that he’s having issues and I don’t want to cause embarassment.   When we have same room sex with another couple, I tend to be quieter and less vocal about my pleasure.  I worry about everyone’s feelings.  Am I enjoying her husband too much?  Is it going to make her jealous?   Sometimes I might not be enjoying him at all, but I don’t want to “quit” because it might interrupt the fun being had in the next bed.  I worry that I might say or do something that will freak my husband out.   I think same room sex can create a lot of performance anxiety and that doesn’t generally make for great sex.

My husband and I probably feel most comfortable with separate room swinging which can happen a couple different ways.   It may happen simultaneously at a party where we are in the same house, but just in different rooms.   I really enjoy these experiences because I get the intimacy of one-on-one sex, but there is also the option to hear what’s happening elsewhere.   The one-on-one aspect allows me to fully enjoy my sexual partner on our own timeline.  We don’t have to compete or try to finish at the same time as the people in the room with us.  When we’re done, we’re done.  We can lie there in the bed and talk (yes, I may be sexually liberated, but I still like to talk after sex) or go out to the kitchen to get a drink, sit on the couch or go in the hottub.  Whenever the other couple finishes, they can join us.  Same room sex can sometimes be awkward when one couple finishes first.    In many ways, simultaneous separate room sex can reap the benefits of same room sex while avoiding the cons.

Another type of separate room sex is completely separate dating.  This definitely isn’t for everyone, but it has worked well for my husband and I.    One reason is simply convenience.  We have 3 kids and when we date separately, we don’t need to find a babysitter.  I think it’s important to be at a place in your relationship where you are secure and very comfortable with this kind of playtime.  My husband and I have had really long talks about intimacy and feelings and our sexual explorations.  We are okay with the kind of intimacy created in separate dating, but it might be too much for some.  I know lots of couples prefer their swining to be “just about the sex” and that’s a valid viewpoint.   I think separate dating might be too intimate for these types of couples?  I guess I’m not sure.  Just sort of an assumption on my part.   I could write about this so much more, but this is a blog and there will be more opportunity to discuss intimacy, sex, and swinging in other posts.  Wordpress tells me I am at 1244 words, which may be more than anyone has time to read.

So……

Would love to have some discussion in the comments about your experiences and questions regarding same/separate room swinging.  I do moderate my comments to avoid spam, so be patient when you comment.  I check them everyday before and after work and will approve and respond as soon as I can.

Men Turn Me On

I really love men! In the swinging lifestyle, there is a lot of hype about female bisexuality. It seems almost every woman is bi-sexual, bi-curious, or at the very least bi-comfortable. There is a lot of expectation for kissing and being aroused by women. I have experimented twice with women and it’s not where it’s at for me. I LOVE men! I love the way they look, smell, taste, and feel. I’m not sure when my appreciation for men began, but I remember being boy-crazy from a very young age. Check out Sabrina’s Timeline on the right side of this page and you can see how my appreciation for what boys/men could do for me has evolved over time.

I wish I had more time to blog, but I am off to work. I currently have a crush on two different men I work with. Neither one has any clue because I am very professional at work and would never let on. And I’m SURE neither one suspects how I spend my nights and weekends. The chance to see these men and maybe even indulge in a little mini-fantasy about them makes me happy to go to the office each day. One I actually work with and have actual business need to talk with from time to time and work. The other I just smile and say hello as we pass in the hallways. But the second one has to come near my desk often to talk to the woman who works next to me, so I get to enjoy his tall, dark, bad-boy persona a couple times a day minimum.

Off I go!

What We Do & Who We Are

Lifestyle. Swinging. Wife Swapping.

What is this thing we do called?

First of all “wife-swapping”. I don’t particularly like this terminology mainly because I think it ruffles my feminist feathers. Wife-swapping sounds like something men decide to do with “their” wives. Just like they might do with their tools, boats, or sporting equipment. A wife is not a possession for a guy to swap with his buddy so they can each try out a new model. This term seems to take the female desire out of the equation and that’s not okay with me.

Swinging is great because everybody knows what it means. It’s not a secret-society type word that requires you to be in the know. The not so great thing about it is that it conjures up images of the ’70s; disco, hip huggers, shag carpet (on the floor and between the legs), afros (on black men) and bad perms (on white men) and gold chains. This isn’t too much of a problem for me because I was born in the ’70s and so everything “retro” is cool, instead of dated. I am contemplating purchasing my own domain name and there is a high liklihood that swings, swinging, or swinger will be in the title. Frankly, I like the term swinger, despite, and partly because of, its fun cheesiness.

Lifestyle is a much more sophisticated sounding term used for the same activity. It attempts to elevate this activity above mere sex. I can’t quite wrap my head around it completely because I’m not entirely sure I know how the term lifestyle is defined.

–noun
the habits, attitudes, tastes, moral standards, economic level, etc., that together constitute the mode of living of an individual or group.

I guess what I don’t like about “the lifestyle” as terminology for swinging is that it somehow implies that this lifestyle is the only lifestyle. I agree that how my husband and I navigate our sex life both with each other and with other partners is a lifestyle choice. It’s OUR lifestyle, but it’s not THE lifestyle. I respect people who choose to be in monogamous relationships, just like I respect those who have a life partner and choose consensual non-monogamy with that partner. Both are fine with me. I don’t think that I am somehow smarter or more evolved simply because my husband and I choose to live our sex lives slightly outside the norm.

On the other hand, the term “lifestyle” does work for me in the way that it takes what we do out of the bedroom and into our lives as whole people. In other words, we aren’t only swingers while we are actively participating in sex with others. We are swingers in mind, body, and spirit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Even in the years that we didn’t participate in “the lifestyle”, we were still swingers. Sexual freedom and adventure are part of who we both are as people. This doesn’t change whether we are making love to each other, fucking a random Craigslist hookup, or changing a tire on our car. When people as us how long we have been “doing this”, I tell them since the day we got married. Even though we didn’t have another human being in our bed until maybe a year in, the mentality was there for both of us. Certainly we’ve ebbed and flowed. Each of us has had times where our sex drive has diminished; unfortunately it sometimes seems to happen in direct inverse proportion to the other’s increased libido. Through it all however, we have struggled and rejoiced in each other, and always come out the other side with our relationship stronger and happier.

So, I guess I’m not sure what we really call it. When talking to others, it’s sometimes “the lifestyle”, more often “swinging”, never “wife-swapping.” With each other, it doesn’t really need a label. It’s just what we do and who we are. So sometimes we call it simply “dating”, “going out”, or “seeing” someone. We also use the terms “playing” and “playmate” a lot. Oftentimes, simply having sex or fucking seems to work. I’m curious what others think. Both swingers and non-swingers; those intrigued and those appalled. What do you call this thing we do?

Temptation

Lying in bed, enjoying the day off with my sexy naked husband next to me. Instant messaging with some potential new friends on yahoo instant messenger. They have the whole day free without kids — but we are supposed to be on part-time break until next weekend. We are having a huge family get together at our place on Sunday and promised ourselves that today would be spent getting a bunch of stuff done for it.

Will we be tempted??

UPDATE: 2 minutes later….why does this always happen? And why am I always hopeful that it won’t. The people we were talking to had their faces blurred out. So, we asked them for a couple of face photos. She was gorgeous. He wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. (Aren’t I nice?) So, looks like my hubby and I will be getting our house CLEAN today!

7 Days of Swinging…

I had a very adventurous week last week.  More playtime than I’ve had in a while and all different types.  My husband is generally the one who helps balance me and make sure that we keep this swinging thing in perspective.  I tend to live in extremes - all or nothing.  My husband, on the other hand, is very balanced and understands how to keep the many facets of his life in check.  Sometimes this manifests itself as me feeling like he is stopping me from having fun or putting restrictions on me.  In reality, I think he saves me from myself.  Without him, who knows where I would go, where I would be.  In any case, he has been very open lately and allowing me to have a little more freedom and frequency.  So, it’s been an interesting week.

Last Saturday night, we answered a booty call on Lifestyle Lounge from a single guy whose profile we’ve noticed for a while.  His profile is one that doesn’t rely on a lot of photos or text.  His booty calls are usually one word.  This is a guy who my husband has been wanting to watch me fuck.  He thinks that the guy will know how to push my buttons and show me a really good time.  And my husband likes to watch me have fun.  So, because it sometimes can take a little time to organize the details, I emailed MrOneWordBooty around 10am to see if he was interested.   He said he was, so we made plans for meeting at his place around 9:oopm.  He gave me the address and I was excited to see what would happen.  His profile isn’t one that does a lot for me; meaning I don’t feel instant lust when I view his profile and he’s not one of those must-meet men for me.   My husband and I got on the road a little after 8pm and texted my new potential boy toy.  He gave me no response.  I tried giving him a call.  No answer.  I left a voicemail and sent another text, letting him know we were on our way. He never returned my call or answered my text. We drove to his place, assuming he would be in contact while we were in transit, but we never heard from him. We were stood up! From what I’ve heard, this is a pretty common occurrence in the lifestyle, but it was a first for us. After a while, we decided to go home and just as I was crawling into bed, MrOneWordBooty texted me that he had a family emergency and was hoping we could try again. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though I think he probably could have at least texted me to to cancel. I’ve been waiting to hear from him again either via email, text, or phone call, but so far nothing. And at this point, I’m not interested, whether I hear from him or not.

Sunday night I met up with a guy from Craigslist who answered an ad I placed looking for a boyfriend.   You can see my posts from June 29 and 30th about how that went.

On Wednesday night, my husband and I went to meet our new friend from this post again. I am always a little nervous when I meet a guy for the second time. I’m never sure if he will be as sexy or as fun as I remember. Once I walked in, he was as handsome as I remembered. He is a very clean kind of guy, but not at all in a metrosexual way. His skin is very smooth on his face and entire body. His face is youthful, yet experienced, and he has a strong jawline. His arms are big and strong. And what I especially noticed on Wednesday night was how great he smelled. I don’t know if it was deodorant, soap, or cologne, but I just wanted to inhale him for an extended period of time. Kissing him was so incredibly lustful and that smell just permeated down through my sinuses into my chest and down to my groin where excited my pussy, causing it to twitch and lubricate itself. We talked a little bit about the guy who stood us up on Saturday, and MrFuntoWatch expressed his disbelief that someone would stand me up. We made it to the bedroom much sooner this time than last time. Learning from experience, MrFuntoWatch had an extra layer of protection on his bed to accommodate my gushing orgasmic tendencies. Like last time, he alternated between fucking me and eating me out. We had texted during the week about how he wanted to cum on my tits, so after fucking for quite a while both with me on my back and with him on his, I asked him if he was going to cum on my tits.

That’s when he said the words that just epitomize what I expect from men in the bedroom. He told me that he wasn’t going to do that until he had made sure that my every desire to be sucked and fucked had been fully satisfied. His cock was growing hard in my hand and his invitation to fuck me again couldn’t be declined, so I rode his cock some more. At one point, I was fucking him so hard that his head was pounding the headboard! Intense! Never have I been the one to fuck someone that hard. It was hot. He asked me if I liked his dick in me, and of course, the answer was yes. Finally, I was ready to let him shoot his load on my tits, so I moved to kneel on the floor and he took off his condom and exploded his load all over my tits and nipples. So much fucking fun! And my sexy hubby sat in his chair next to the door watching. The only thing that could have improved the experience is if he would have stroked himself while watching me. Maybe next time!!

So that was Wednesday and you might think I was satisfied and ready for a night off. But the next day at work, Mr TallBaldnHandsome texted me asking me to come over and see him that night. I asked my hubby’s permission and promised that if he gave me the okay to go, I would be “on break” through July 5. I wanted to spend my three day holiday weekend with the family, cleaning house, and just truly relaxing. My hubby gave me the go ahead, so I went to see one of my favorite playmates, who also drives me the most crazy - in both a good way and a bad way. Come back later today or tomorrow and read about my night with MrTallBaldnHandsome.

A Day Without the Kids

My husband and I had several hours today without any kids at home.  It was so peaceful and wonderful and made us think about what life will be like once we are empty nesters.  We’ve had kids since very shortly (aka < 9 months) after we got married, so we barely had that newlywed time.  Instead, we just jumped right into being parents, which is wonderful and stressful all at the same time.   At one point today my husband stood in the kitchen, looked at me, and said with his arms outstretched, “Sabrina, this is what I want.”   We love our kids and we love being parents, but sometimes it is so nice to think about what life will be like when it’s just the two of us.

Readers of this site might assume that swingers, finding a day to themselves without the kids, would automatically go find some people to “swing” with.  And while we did consider going to a private lifestyle pool party, in the end, we decided instead to just enjoy being together.  We didn’t have crazy, wild, noisy sex.  Instead we just hung out and enjoyed each other’s company.

The peace and quiet also gave me some time to think about this blog and what I want to accomplish with it.  I have so many ideas of what “could” be and where it “could” go, but the ideas overwhelm me.  I need focus and vision.  Then I need to execute that vision.  My tendency is to water things down or try to be too vague and overarching.  I tend to think that readers only want to hear about my sexual exploits.   But then I take a look at the sites that I enjoy, the sites that I keep going back to, and I realize that what they all have in common is a real person at the center.   Someone who isn’t afraid to be vocal and real.   I want to do that.  I don’t want people visiting this site to think it’s erotic fiction or that some pervy guy is writing his fantasy of what a swinging housewife is.  I want readers to know me and connect with me in the same way that I know and connect with certain blogs that I’ve followed for years.

So, hang on with me as I embark on being more honest, more true, more me!  The sexual exploits and erotic retellings of our swinging experiences will still be here.  But so will the reality of being me.  Sometimes I’m tired and sex is the last thing on my mind.  Sometimes the house is a mess and I haven’t washed my hair and anyone who knocked on my door would NEVER guess that I’m the sexy swinger they saw at the meet-and-greet last weekend.  Sometimes my husband and I argue about life and sex and housecleaning.  Hopefully I’ll be willing to lay it all out there on this blog.  And hopefully, you’ll all still be interested enough to read.

Monogamy Sucks

Ran across a new blog recently that looks interesting.  Online erotic fiction by a George Pappas.  The blog follows the exploits of a fictional man who tries out being a swinger.  I haven’t started reading yet, but once I do, I will be sure to add some comments here.  I am curious though as to how much of his writings are actually “fiction.”  Here on my site, the stories and experiences are all true.  I maybe change some minor details about the people I meet and play with, but only to help protect their identity.

Monogamy Sucks

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