Every photo and video clip you see throughout my site was taken during my personal swinging experiences or those of my friends. I'm anxious to share my experiences, answer your questions, and maybe offer some advice to people going down the road I've been down already. Maybe you can even give me some tips and ideas for my own use!

You say you want to know my "stats"? I'm in my forties and happily married. Dave and I have been married for many years now, and we're very much in love. I'm 5'3", 125 lbs., have blonde with greenish eyes, and I measure 36-26-36. I have long, sensitive nipples, and I'm shaved except for a small wisp above my pussy lips.

The vast majority of my life is strictly conservative, mid-American apple pie stuff. However, that life is not the real me. The real me needs strange cock in my mouth. I need to have the stranger slide his cock deep in my pussy. If I'm relaxed enough, he can slowly enter my ass. Before he leaves me, the stranger must let me taste his seed as he jerks off on my face and into my mouth. Oh yes, I also love it when he cums deep inside my pussy.

My swinging needs are rooted early in my marriage. I had only been with two men before Dave, and I never considered enjoying other men after getting married. But Dave always enjoyed watching me tease other men when dancing or just talking . During one especially hot sex session, about three months after our wedding. Dave suggested that after I was done with him, I should go out and look for more. Fantasizing about that suggestion brought very intense orgasms to us both. I guess I can "blame" my husband for sowing the seeds of swinging in my mind.

I was still insecure about hunting for strange cock, though. Dave eventually took the lead, inviting his best friend Larry to help him satisfy me. Dave and Larry gave me the double fuck I had dreamed of. That night it became obvious that my husband was  a true voyeur at heart. He loved watching me get fucked by another man. It also became obvious that I am a "performer" at heart. I loved showing off as I sucked the cum out of Larry's cock.

My next swinging experience came on one of those nights when I went out with the girls. We had gone to the local male strip club, my favorite place. I was dressed to kill in a tight, low-cut dress, no bra and sexy black lace panties.

My body felt hot as I waited excitedly for the show, downing strong drinks. When the show started, I was very active as usual, undressing dancers, mopping foreheads, shoulders and chests, administering fluids, etc. Just watching the dancers sensually strip, glistening with sweat, their hard bodies grinding to the music, made my pussy pulse. My favorite was a green-eyed dancer performing as a policeman, and then as a construction worker. By the end of the show I was so hot that I was ready to jump on anything hard.

As I left the club, the green-eyed dancer walked my way. Our eyes met, and I knew what was going to happen. We said nothing, but began kissing as if we had always been lovers. His hot, wet tongue slipped in my mouth, tracing my teeth and teasing my throat. His eyes sizzled with desire for me, and my legs were like jelly. We quickly left the club and found a secluded nearby alley.

He laid me on the ground, kissing me and freeing my breasts from my dress. He rained kisses and licks upon my lips, neck and breasts, and his talented fingers stretched my nipples a good two inches. My hands ripped his clothes off and I felt his hot skin, beginning to do some nibbling of my own. His cock was beautiful, rock hard, and looked  delicious. It was also the biggest cock I'd ever seen at that point in my life, and I wanted it inside me desperately. I sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue all around the hard shaft, while my hands milked his big, cum-filled balls. He moaned and slipped off my panties. My dancer slowly eased his eight inches in my hot, sopping wet pussy. It was pure torture, and it was pure heaven. He just kept sawing his big cock back and forth into me at a slow, tortuous tempo, making me gush juices of pure sexual excitement. Without missing a beat, he rolled me on top of him and I proceeded to ride him hard, looking down at his big cock and full balls until I began to shake and tremble with a tremendous, earth-shattering orgasm.

My dancer had yet to cum, but we soon took care of that. I got on my hands and knees and he slid his slippery cock back into my pussy from behind. His big, strong hands spread the cheeks of my ass wide apart and I could feel his gaze burning into my puckered asshole. He increased his tempo, and the sound of his heavy, low-hanging  balls slapping ferociously against my ass mingled with our lusty moans and the sounds of nearby traffic. Within minutes, he shot his load deep inside me as I came again, screaming with pleasure.

We caught our breath and dressed, and my dancer kept my panties as a souvenir. As we got our bearings, we realized that our every movement was silhouetted in oncoming traffic lights!

I got home at about 4:00 A.M., nervous and feeling somewhat guilty. There was still sperm leaking out of my pussy. I knew that Dave would be suspicious, and I couldn't decide if I should tell him exactly what had happened. There was still doubt in my mind. I showered and got into bed, my pussy still throbbing from the pounding it had enjoyed.

Dave rolled over and we began to kiss. One again the heat again rose in my body as I reflected on what I had done. I felt like a complete slut, and I couldn't deny that I actually liked that feeling! We entwined tongues, and he slipped his hard cock into my sopping cunt. We fucked like animals, and soon Dave shot a huge load into me. Laying there with the sperm of two men sloshing around inside me, I felt so hot, so full, so satisfied.

The next morning, Dave asked if I had enjoyed myself the night before. I was still unsure about blurting out that I had been fucked, but he told me he had already knew. Not only was I so wet when we fucked, he said, but there were weeds from the alley in my hair (I guess the shower didn't get them), as well as an awful scrape from being fucked on the hard ground. (I still carry that scar on my back to this day, BTW!)

As I told him about my dancer, his cock burst through his boxer shorts, indicating his approval, and we fucked right on the kitchen floor. I knew then and there that this was a lifestyle I was going to enjoy for many, many years to come.

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I got into swinging to live out my fantasies, and to satisfy my husband's at the same time. It's a step I've never regretted for one minute. If you're ever in the Maryland/District of Columbia/Virginia area, let me know. I like to meet men, couples and females. I still have my fantasies to fulfill!

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