Navigating an Orgy as a Poly-Minded Swinger

 

Every swinger goes through phases. Sometimes our game is on point. The chase of fresh meat seems thrilling, we’re on the same page as our partner, our confidence soars. The rush of adrenaline and desire felt from reciprocated flirtation makes us feel alive. Other times it loses its appeal. The game is more work than it’s worth. Or we’re content and the desire simply isn’t there. Or other stresses and distractions push it off our list of priorities. There are a variety of physical, mental, and emotional facets that play into swinger mojo.

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve felt like a swinger in the past year and a half. I’ve attended multiple parties, events, and orgies. I rarely turn down an opportunity to shoot Fireball and dance naked. I’ve enjoyed being a voyeur, deriving pleasure from others’ pleasures. The atmosphere entertains, despite my lack of sexual participation. The company never disappoints socially. I reflect on how I got to this point. (Refer to Venturing Into Polyamory.) And wonder if and when being a swinger will again feel natural.

My husband and I attended an upscale Chicago swinger party recently. The difference in this event compared to others in the recent past is that my second love, J, was present and hosting the after party. At times socialization, flirtation, and various other stimulations distract me enough that I unintentionally neglect my husband. It’s a lesson I continue to learn. I’m a work in progress. This time I was focused on preventing a repeat disaster. Must introduce my husband and me as a couple. Must engage in conversations as a couple. Must check in with my husband intermittently when we do find ourselves in separate situations. Must show him attention and affection throughout the night. One would think these things come naturally for a wife of fourteen years. Sometimes they don’t. Often times it requires a conscious effort on my part to make my husband feel just how special he is to me. A friend who knows me through and through provided a fitting explanation. “You’re not selfish, but your strong sex drive makes it difficult for you to be empathetic to other’s needs.” And also, “Letisha thinks with her dick.” Our therapist even suggested allowing me alone time with J right away to help normalize my one track mind and deter uncomfortable group situations.

After two hours of mingling with new like minded friends, we gathered the hottest potentials to keep the party going in a more intimate setting. A spotless sleek 46th floor downtown condo. Floor to ceiling windows, overlooking Lake Michigan. Complete with disco lights and a high quality sound system. It was an interesting mix of people. One single girl, one single guy. One slightly mismatched soft swap couple. Five or so couples with little lifestyle experience. And the four of us. Both together 20 years give or take, swinger level 100. Drinks and chatting went on for quite awhile. Not surprising for a swinger party with as many newbies and strangers. Socializing was enjoyable, but I’ve come to realize how difficult group scenarios are for me with J in attendance. He and I spend a few days together every two or three months. I crave the intimacy we share when we’re alone. I dream about it from the time we part ways until we’re together again. So after a couple hours of partying, I’m itching for him to take me to a private space and lock the door. But these occasions don’t allow for that. So we make the most of it. Thankful to be together. He more easily than I. He gently reminds me that we will have our time, that we have spouses to consider, that it’s not always about me or us. He does so from a place of love, not criticism. He recognizes my questionably problematic tendencies and steers me down the path of consideration. For this path, although less immediately gratifying, paves the way for future endeavors. His thoughtfulness makes me swoon. And in the moment, when I can see, smell, touch, and taste him…irritates the hell out of me. I want what I want and I want it NOW!! It’s that boisterous vagina of mine. Rarely looking out for my best interest. What a cunt!

The party is set on cruise control, coasting in vanilla land. J’s wife, with her appealing combination of experience, class, and promiscuity gauged the need for an ice breaker. Perfect time to drag out the Sybian. Always intriguing and exciting for newbies. Who doesn’t get turned on watching a girl grind her clit on a vibrating strip, moaning while a dildo oscillates inside of her? Intensely powerful, at the mercy of the decided controller. They knew what they were doing when they made that purchase. A pick up line and a party starter. A wise investment. She volunteers to ride first, a proper hostess gesture. J suggests I take the controller and I gladly comply. She picked her dildo of choice from the vast array of flesh colored attachments and secured it in place. She slid her panties down, tossing them to the side, and lifted her dress briefly as she straddled the Sybian. She aligned the modest sized lubed toy with her small opening, resting all of her weight on the saddle to take in every inch. Her clit found the ridges of the vibrating strip and she tilted forward just slightly for optimal pressure. Her eyes are closed amidst a room full of quiet, wide eyed voyeurs. I started the vibration and rotation slowly. She’s still at first, acclimating to the sensations between her thighs. She makes a few mmm sounds and I dial up the intensity a bit. As her pleasure heightens she bows her head and braces herself on the front of the saddle. Her soft blonde hair falls forward veiling her face and I run my fingers through it massaging her scalp. Her moans rise as I amplify the settings. I pause at each level, allowing time for her to savor the mounting fervor. She peaked within minutes, an indiscreet orgasm noted by deep breaths of gratification and relaxation.

I then take the controls for a sexy newbie girl’s inaugural ride. And soon after jump in the saddle myself. Naked, of course. I chose the attachment with two cocks. Nothing better than having both my holes filled. My husband summoned the dials and whispered dirty things in my ear. He described a scenario of me getting DP’d by J and himself. Not difficult to envision as my pussy and asshole were being stretched by revolving dildos. I directed him several times to bump up the intensity as I slowly climbed that mountain. My eyes remained closed to retain focus. Cumming is no easy task for me, but I’m not a quitter. Those slow building orgasms are well worth the wait. Right as I was about to peak I urged him to max out the power. To which I lost all control. Piercing moans, shaking thighs, and my juices puddling below. My husband’s words were the perfect contribution to that glorious orgasm.

He needed some attention at that point and had spent much of the evening chatting up the unicorn. Sweet, classy, reserved. Opposite of me—just his type in the swinger world. Her modest, professional dress hugged her fit, feminine curves. Standout burgundy lips. Too shy to use the Sybian in front of a crowd, but requested my husband and J accompany her to the bedroom for a private toy ride. She wasn’t a fan. Overstimulation or perhaps nerves. My husband salvaged her pleasure by fucking her pussy with that big cock of his. From what I gathered they enjoyed each other.

When he rejoined the party he asked if I wanted to make that DP fantasy a reality. With his sexy depiction and my squirting orgasm fresh in mind, how could I resist? I guided his raging cock into my pussy and laid on his chest, face to face. (He’s been inside of me thousands of times, for over 17 years, and it still feels just right.) He gave me a few strokes before J came up from behind. We paused briefly as he rubbed lube on my naughty hole. I felt his warm body closing in on mine. His firm tip pressed against my tight asshole. There’s a slight sense of urgency in his breath and movement. And although he’s not perfectly aligned, he presses vigorously, knowing my hole will stretch and take his girth. I’ve come to love that bit of discomfort. Just a few seconds. I can’t help but tense up. The light pressure of him guiding his tip to meet my ass. The sudden push. The slightly painful stretching of my tissues as they’re forced open. I clench around him as he drives it in. I feel his weight on top of me and his depth inside. Two little holes all filled up. Immobile, pinned between two men, feeling used like a whore as they pound away. I savor the sensation. The incredible pressure of one cock ramming against another through my thin sensitive walls. Instead of the walls giving a bit as they do when penetrated individually, they take a deeper massage as the amount of flexible space is lessened by the adjacent tunnel being filled to capacity. DP has always been a fabulously stimulating experience, but this time was different. More intimate. Embraced between the two men I love. The contrast in the needs and desires each fulfills in my life. Seemly that my husband, having gifted me with three beautiful children, was fucking my pussy. And J my ass, as our sexual relationship is largely defined by my submission. A tangible reminder of the love that surrounds, captivates, and completes me.

The party continued with a sex swing, two flogger demonstrations, and a small orgy with the few remaining couples and singles. I made a half-assed attempt to have sex with an attractive newbie guy, but I might have scared him off after a minute of kissing when I suggested he bend me over the chair and fuck me. That approach doesn’t always appeal to newbies, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m just me. The right ones will respond instinctively, without effort or hesitation. I didn’t take offense to his “I need a break” excuse. Random sex is something I can take or leave these days. It was available, seemed fun in the moment. A why-not kind of thing. Not at all disappointing he didn’t act on my demand. I was satiated.

I coined the night a success. I participated in an orgy! And felt comfortable doing so. The first time in a long time. A refreshing feeling to still have a place in this lifestyle. Of no importance that I only had sex with my two loves. The poly-swinger dilemma I’ve been over analyzing the past year was irrelevant. We each participate for various reasons, but the allure is parallel. Vitality is at the core of it all. And for me, I feel most alive cultivating two meaningful, loving relationships. I am a polyamorous swinger. I have a place.

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