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Chapter Two

How We Got Started

Our Introduction to Swinging

My wife and I have always had a terrific s*x life. We were not even married yet when we learned about swing clubs. Yes, we had read about such goings on in sexy magazines but thought there was no way it could be true.

I was in emergency services at the time. At a fire station one night after a call, I was looking at a swinger magazine that had been lying around. This was a magazine sold on street corners with ads from people looking for s*x. This was long before the Internet, where finding s*x would become much easier. The magazine had been around the fire station for some time. A firefighter had gotten it, carefully peeled off an address label from a fire-fighting magazine, and stuck it on the swinger magazine. The label had been addressed to a fire chief, making it appear he subscribed to the thing. It was a typical firehouse prank.

I looked at some of the personal ads in this magazine and noticed an ad for a swing club in a city nearby. They had a swing party every Saturday night. It had dancing, food, and rooms around the house where people could have s*x. It was couples only, with no drugs. People brought their own bottles of wine or other alcohol to drink. I was immediately interested, cutting out the ad, and putting it in my wallet.

I did not want my new girlfriend to think I was a pervert, so I kept the ad in my wallet. I did not tell her about it. (Luck would take care of that for me.) It was only a week later; she and I were on the north coast of California at a romantic cottage on the ocean. We made love, of course, but after, we could hear the people in the next room also having s*x.

We tried to listen at the wall. We even put a glass against the wall to try to hear them better. Not good enough, so we went outside and tried to look into their room at their sliding glass door. They had the blinds drawn, but we could get a glimpse of their feet in bed when the vertical slats moved a little. Exciting stuff for a couple that had never seen other people having s*x. The best part was we were not arrested as peeping toms.

The timing was perfect. I took out the ad for the swing club from my wallet and showed it to her. “If you think catching a tiny glimpse of people screwing is exciting? We can go to this club and watch people f*****g up close.”

She looked at the ad. It was a Friday evening; there was a dance the next night. It only took a little chatting before we agreed to give it a try. She called the club. (The woman had to call by their rules.) We were twenty-four hours away from our first swing club adventure.

Steve and Sally’s was a swing club that had operated for many years in Oakland. It was in a three story Victorian home that must have been a hundred years old. It occupied a gigantic lot right in downtown with a large yard full of mature trees. It was a fantastic place.

By the time we arrived, there were probably forty to fifty people already there. People were attractive and sexily dressed. Music was playing, and people were dancing or chatting. As a BYOB party, most people brought a bottle of wine. It was comfortable and not intimidating. We had only agreed to go there to watch be watched. We had no plans to swap partners anytime soon. This first exposure to swinging was more of a fact finding mission, rather than looking for s*x partners.

As a new couple, the host gave us a tour of the club. The house had a full basement with a fifteen-foot diameter redwood hot tub. The first floor had the main room for socializing, a dance area, and a kitchen. The second floor had a large group room with a mirrored ceiling. It also had several smaller semi-private rooms. The top floor was the attic with a dozen or more spaces. Each with a mattress and an entrance covered only with sheers. In the middle of the top floor was a circular bed out in the open.

We opened our wine, got a couple glasses, and found a place in the main room to sit. We nervously danced a little. We did talk to a few people, but since we did not plan to swap, we did not want to mislead anyone.

A few people had headed upstairs, and a few others had headed to the basement hot tub. We decided to try the hot tub first. There were already naked people in the tub when we got there. Some were touching one another. We were already past my wildest expectations. They had little shelves you could put your clothes. We undressed, and I was sporting a first class hard-on. A couple other guys had boners too, so I pretended I always walk around with my c**k pointing the way.

Once in the hot tub we could enjoy watching all the people coming and going. Other people were touching and we even saw some oral s*x. Exciting stuff we thought, but we had not been upstairs yet. We got out of the tub, dried off with the towels provided, grabbed our clothes, and put the towel around our waist…like the other people. Trying to blend in, we headed upstairs. We figured the group room was the best place to see naughty behavior, and we were so right.

We entered the group room. It was about twenty by twenty-five feet, with the floor covered in mattresses and the ceiling covered in mirrors. There was a TV in the corner playing porn. Alison sat in one corner, and I sat right next to her. We positioned ourselves so no one could possibly touch her. Couples were sitting against the walls around the room. Everyone was naked.

On my right was a guy less than a foot away. He was on his back with a woman riding his c**k. Right there next to me is this hot female getting f****d and loving it. When she finished and slid up off his still hard c**k, I saw her juices or his c*m dripping out of her p***y. You hear people say sometimes. “You’re not in Kansas anymore.” Well, we were so far from Kansas, at this point in time, I did not think half the people in that room had ever heard of Kansas.

The couple next to us finished, and my attention shifted to a couple across the room. The guy was sitting against the other wall; his date was on all four giving him a blowjob. She was young, shapely, and had a beautiful ass pointed right at me. A guy came up behind her, slid his c**k into her p***y, and f****d her doggy while she is sucking c**k. She did not even bother to turn around to see who it was. She took her f*****g and kept on sucking. This guy finished f*****g her, and a couple other guys came over to take his place. They did her doggy also, without her knowing who they were. It was similar to waiting in line at the deli…now serving number 43.

Alison and I were in a high level of horniness and played in the group room in one corner. We f****d knowing others were watching us make love. We also observed others f*****g, sucking and licking. This was a huge turn on for both of us. We were horny for days after the experience.

We loved this place. The building and the grounds were beautiful, the food was delicious, and the s****l energy was fantastic. We would return here many a Saturday night for the next few years. All this time, in our early swinging days, we were only watching and being watched. That was our thing, which we thought would not change. We were wrong, but it would take eight years before we would go all the way with another couple.

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Before the Internet

After our good time at the swing club in Oakland, I purchased the swinger magazines myself and got an anonymous mailbox. My wife and I started answering ads. This was a tedious process. We had to read all the ads, finding the few that might be a match, writing a nice letter, and then waiting for a reply. It was time consuming. Many people never answered back. Those that did may not answer for a month or even more. We would keep the letters in a safe place and answer when we had time. Many times it would be weeks later. It was a miracle we met anyone this way.

It was fun reading the ads with my wife and writing letters together. It always ended up with us getting all horny and f*****g. We spread the letters we received on the living room floor, checked them out, wrote answers, and got ourselves turned on. We spent a couple years at this and only got to the point of having a drink with someone a few times. We did find two couples in our general area with which we connected. One lived in the Bay area eighty-miles away. The other was much closer at thirty-miles to the north.

We met, had introduction drinks or dinner, and played with them. In those days playing meant, each couple was on a different bed with only watching going on. It was still exciting to have someone’s wife strip naked and show us her p***y up close.

These activities were very vanilla compared to our later wild times. It took years before we got through our rookie period and began touching, swapping, and oral. We have blossomed a bit as evidenced by our stories. We did maintain our friendship with these first two couples and see them occasionally today.

Prior to the Internet, swing clubs and swinger magazines were the only good way we found to meet new people. Like almost everything else in our lives, the Internet changed things. It made it much easier to meet people, who were looking for adventure in the bedroom. We had been involved in swinging for about five years when the Internet took off. All of a sudden, we could scan for location, age, preferences, or key words that would indicate a person was looking to play. The computer and the Internet made finding f**k friends easy.

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For the next five years, we were watch only swingers. We attended swing clubs often. We had a few watch only adventures with couples and single guys we found on the Internet. During this time, we went to several swing clubs in southern California, but Steve and Sally’s, swing club in Oakland, was by far our favorite.

As we neared the time to retire from work, we knew we were going to need to make a whole bunch of new friends. Most of our socializing had revolved around work friends. When we retired, we made a concerted effort to develop a new base of friends. We had been around swinging and the Lifestyle for five years by this time; we figured this was an area we would be able to expand our friendships.

The day after we retired, we were driving our motor home to Baja California for a month long dive trip. We brought all the brochures we had on upcoming lifestyle trips and events. Before we reached the Mexican border, we had booked a long weekend, swinger houseboat trip, for the fall.

The boats left the marina and followed one another to a pre-planned cove. This was not a cruising weekend but rather a boat ride to a close private cove. In the cove, we would tie the boats together and party for three days. The boats were close enough together so you could climb over the railings, going from boat to boat. We were still only watching and being watched, with some minor touching occasionally. That would change for the better on this first, Lifestyles houseboat trip to Lake Mohave.

Nettie & Kim On Lake Mohave

We were the only non-swapping swingers on the boat, but we still enjoyed watching the other couples. Our boat mates understood where we were in the Lifestyle. It was the first night out; most of the couples had finished playing for the night. Alison and I were in our sleeping bag on the roof, watching Nettie lick Kim’s p***y. All of a sudden, Alison slipped out of the sleeping bag, crawled over to the two girls, and began touching Kim. I was surprised and fully turned on. I had suggested she try being with girls on several occasions in the past, but it had never happened until now.

Alison began softly sucking on Kim’s n****e while Nettie continued licking her p***y. I could almost see Kim tremble as the two girls working on her moved her to an orgasm. My wife had helped a woman get her p***y off but there was more. Nettie asked Alison if she would like to have her p***y eaten too. I could not believe my ears and eyes. My wife lay on her back, taking Kim’s place. She spread her legs, exposing her p***y for Nettie to enjoy. For the first time, a female’s tongue was licking Alison’s p***y. Nettie was good; Alison loved it. Kim and Nettie took turns licking my wife’s p***y until Alison got off in front of all of us.

I was ecstatic. I was watching this from the sleeping bag. I was so hard I was afraid I would poke a hole in it. Alison came over to me smiling, knowing I would be pleased. I told her I loved it, and I loved her. With my urging, she went back to the two girls to pleasure them as they had done to her. First, she laid Nettie down with her legs spread. I watched my wife’s tongue move to the soft wetness of Nettie’s opening. She made love to Nettie’s p***y with her tongue until Nettie came with my wife’s tongue still in her. Next, it was Kim’s turn. Again, my wife put her tongue in another woman’s p***y and licked her to orgasm. They both loved Alison’s tongue, as would many other women in the future. It turned out my wife has a wide tongue that is just right for giving other girls pleasure.

This experience on Lake Mohave put us in an entirely different position when playing with a couple. Instead of only watching and being watched, we could now participate in girl on girl naughtiness. This added to the activities Alison and I could enjoy together, like trying to pick up girls together on Saturday night.

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After our fun time on the houseboat on Lake Mohave, we never missed one of these swinger houseboat trips. Over the course of the next three years, we spent a week at each of two swinger resorts. From there we visited a nudist resort with some swinger friends and became nudist ourselves. We became proficient at picking up nice single guys from the Internet for m**********n parties. We met Van and Stacy from southern California, who introduced us to all their friends. We begin attending private swing parties at someone’s home. Other than a little girl to girl playing, we were still a watch and be watched couple, as far as intercourse was concerned.

We joined a local nudist resort. It became a big part of our lives. We met many very nice people at the resort, who like us were also swingers. Our closest friends from the nudist resort were Don and Mary. We were with them almost every weekend and took trips together.

Ski Trip With Don & Mary

It was the middle of the winter after we met Don and Mary at the nudist resort. We planned a four-day ski trip to a house near Truckee, California. The house was close to several major ski resorts. The weather had been marginal all week and had snowed recently. We had invited Don, Mary, Van, and Stacy, our four closest swinger friends. A fourth couple was also there. We had been in the Lifestyle for about eight-years by this time and had progressed from our watch only days. We still had not done full swapping with another couple. This was the trip that would change that.

It was snowing when we arrived in the middle of the day Friday. Van and Stacy came up with us to get the house open and the heat going. Don and Mary were to arrive later…driving up after work. It was still snowing when they arrived about eight at night. It would snow day and night the entire weekend. Our skiing plans went down the tube, but we frolicked in the snow, built a big snowman, and played with one another.

We brought several mattresses from the upstairs and put them in front of the fireplace. We would all sleep there. It made a cozy place to play. Don had brought his massage table. When he put Mary on it, he had her spread her legs to show us her pretty p***y. Don said it looked like a flower with its soft petals opening.

Later we were playing on the floor. The girls licked each other, and they sucked the guy’s c***s with lots of touching. Our usual playing would end there with Alison and me splitting off for f*****g. Van and Stacy were long time swingers. They had been swapping partners for years, but were also fine playing within our limits.

We had gotten more intimate, over the years, by letting p*****s and c***s touch sometimes, but there was never any penetration. Don was on his back. Stacy was sitting on his mouth while he licked her p***y. Mary was on all four sucking Don’s c**k. I was behind Mary lying on one side, making sure my hard c**k was rubbing against Mary’s thighs and ass any chance I got. My c**k was close to her p***y, but I had no plans to enter her.

Then with one quick motion, Mary backed up slightly, reached behind her, grasped my c**k, and slipped it into her p***y. She was so wet, and I was so hard…it went in easily. A couple easy strokes and I felt my balls against her ass. It was done; I was f*****g Mary. I had fantasized about this for months. Her p***y was snug, but accepted all of my c**k. No one else in the room knew where my c**k was except Mary and me.

Alison had been playing orally with Van behind me. I motioned her over and pointed to Mary’s c**k filled p***y. I did not say a word. Alison smiled. We had talked about swapping and both knew it was coming. Mary was the perfect partner to make this next step in our swinging adventure.

Later the same night, Alison was f****d by Van with me at her side. It was all comfortable with close friends in a beautiful setting. We could not have planned our entrance to becoming full-fledged swingers any better.

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It had taken us eight years, but we were finally bona fide, card-carrying swingers. We have always been a nice, friendly couple. We do a good job of meeting nice people. People like ourselves, who were looking for friends, s*x, and adventure. The Lifestyle is naughty, and it is fun. We plan to keep right on enjoying it until I cannot make contact with a mature beautiful woman, because our walkers keep bumping into each other. Enjoy our erotic adventure, we did.