Swinging Lifestyle

When Shelly moved in with me, we had discussions about my womanizing and how to satisfy sexual appiete provide sexual satisfaction to all involved. We decided the women would be extensively screened and a contract would be required.
All the women that have chosen to join our swinging lifestyle have a variety of reasons. Many have cited the increased safety, quality, quantity and frequency of sex. Some have chose to engage in swinging due to their curiosity. Some women see swinging as a healthy outlet and means to strengthen their sexual skills and possible long term relationship. The question asked Should you be a swinger? We have found the women in our group are tired of the dating nightmare and tired of men with lack luster sexual skills that are incapable of satisfying their sexual needs. It is an activity where Shelly and I have agreed to practice sexual activities out of our relationship, since I’m the only man in the group, it allows the women to explore lesbian sex. The women in our group are 30 years old to 45 years old, the majority have never been married, some are divorced, some are separated, two of the women are married and two are in undisclosed relationships.

The majority of women are from my black book who I have had one night stands with and the others are Shelly’s friends that are curious. All the women have found the lifestyle very enjoyable after trying it. They have found a family enviroment. They are able to exchange ideas in the lifestyle which has made their lives change completely. Every woman decides her level of involvement. All the women have an adjustment period when having intercourse with me
due to my cock size and the number of sessions. This adjustment period is also for them to look for their most comfortable schedule and get involved in it or to leave. Some women cannot swing due to the fact that they cannot separate love and sex. It becomes hard for them to share me with the other women and to have sex so many times.
Ever woman has a counseling session with me and Shelly so they can understand our perspective. This counseling allows them to decide if this lifestyle is for them. Each woman in our group has their own bedroom suite which includes a private bathroom and small sitting room. The rest of the house is for socializing and there is household staff.
Last night was Elizabeth’s first night with me, she is feeling humiliated. After our session she heeded my instruction, she’d climbed out of the bed, only her nightgown covering her and crept down the hall to her bedroom.

Her body, her muscles sore from her time with me, a session she knew had changed her life forever. I laid down on my bed. My mind is clouded, my eyes still level with Elizabeth’s, as if I was still in the bed with her, her body on mine, her heat overloading my senses, sending me over the edge. I’m not caught up, I told myself. I needed her again. I needed to make her mine. I slept peacefully, I knew I will get her back. She’d had a taste of me — no matter how hard she fought against her urges, she’d come back for more sessions. I opened the door to Elizabeth’s room, I eyed Elizabeth from there— her dress is mesmerizing, her blonde hair flowing down in a lush of curls that framed her smile, so inviting, that one would never guess the carnal side that lay hidden deep within her. For one moment before the door opened she turned and her eyes met mine, and in that second a scowl crossed her face, just as the door closed she resumed her act of gentility. My hand grabbed her shoulder and she turned with a gasp, I covered her mouth with my other hand. Her eyes are wide with fear, yet at the sight of me they narrowed in anger. She pulled down my hand and whispered harshly. ” How dare you come in here! Who do you think you are?!” I said nothing. I lowered myself until her eyes are level with mine; my hand first found her lip – she pushed it away. ” Do not ignore me, John.” Still, I’m silent. My hand found her chin raising it up, I kissed her roughly. The moment overtook Elizabeth, she swallowed, watched with fear, with intrigue that comes with a man willing to do anything, willing to take her at my will, touching her without her permission.

Suddenly my other hand is in her hair. My pull is not hard, yet it is firm, a grasp that sent shock waves through her, climbing down her spine, under her dress, to her pussy that is suddenly awash in the flame of heat, she cannot explain. ” John . . .” My hold held her captive. Her eyes are once again big, this time in protest. ” I cannot do this again so soon!” My hand is rooted in her hair and I give it the slightest tug, so that when she followed the pull her ear found my mouth, my moist lips, meeting it with the sensual force that is now familiar to her as my scent — the very thing she longs for.