u/Quiet-Huckleberry544

My wife and I finally went to a swingers' club where they had a "no touching" policy. By the end of the evening, she was talking to a few other wives and exclaimed that she was going to give me oral sex, which sounded sexy, but nothing more. She's very sexy, and the other husbands immediately perked up. We fucked that night, talking about how she sucked hot cocks while their wives gave me cunnilingus. After several such attempts over the next few days, she said she'd changed her mind, but knowing her, she was just nervous and wondering what I'd think.

That Monday, we were in New York, and she was breaking necks in a black minidress and loving the spotlight. I told her that knowing that guys wanted to fuck her turned me on. As long as she told me about it, there was no jealousy issue. When she decided to go out to watch a football game with her girlfriends that night, she was dressed sexy. Heels, denim miniskirt, cutoff T-shirt from the USA. She asked if I thought guys would like to fuck her, so I told her to find out. This led to a long conversation that ended with her being willing to flirt, dance with guys, kiss, and grope. I would have let her perform oral sex, but I'd already seen her lines, at least sober.

She's already left, and I'm hard as a rock. I'm glad she's not writing, except that she said she might be back later than she thought. I can't wait to hear what happened, and I can still see those bare, long legs walking out the door.

I hope to ask about the next steps tomorrow!

UPDATE

Oh my, that went better than I thought, but it almost flopped. She met up with some friends and said they'd gotten hit on and talked to a few guys, but she didn't feel comfortable doing anything with them. So, after the U.S. victory, they drank shots and went to the parking lot to go home. But when her friends left, she returned alone and started talking to the guys sitting next to her. She's 42, and they were both in their thirties. They asked why she came back, and she replied, "I gave her a pass for the night and I didn't want to waste it." She said they kept looking at her legs and ass like they were animals ready to pounce. They drank a few more shots to celebrate and started dancing, which ended with her grinding between them, feeling their hard cocks through their pants. They grabbed her ass, and at one point, she grabbed a bigger guy so she could move him and feel him rubbing against her ass. Then he spun her around and started making out and groping her on the dance floor. She got upset and said she had to go, but he promised to walk her to her car.

When they got to the car, she said it felt like high school, remembering all the masturbation and fellatio she'd done in the car, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to rush things. They started kissing by her car, and he lifted her skirt so he could rub her pussy and finger her. He pulled out his penis and started stroking it, and she wanted to draw a line, but she was still considering sucking his cock when he suddenly started ejaculating on her shoulder and stomach. They kissed, got in the car, and drove away.

She got home at 1:30 and told me all about it, and I sat on the edge of the bed the whole time, while she stood there, stroking my cock. She pulled up her skirt to show me that her panties were still on the side because he'd been fingering her. She played by herself the whole way home, thinking about what had happened. It was so hard that I asked him if he was as hard as me, and she replied, "Yes, and bigger." I grabbed the back of her head, smiled, and said, "You little slut." She knelt down and started sucking my cock. In less than a minute, I came down her throat and asked how she liked it. She admitted it was hot and said she felt more comfortable when I wasn't looking. Then she said if it was okay, she had his number. I said that was great, and to send him a picture of her breasts, we'll see what he says tonight.

She's still asleep, and I had an erection all night. There are so many things I want to say and do, and I have so many crazy fantasies, but I'm trying not to scare her.

If yes, who was it and what was your age?

Note: This is my true experience and my story, as I remember it. While people will have different opinions, I will say that I strived for this, wanted it, and I'm still happy about it. This is going to be a long post, but I wanted to share this. I'm a closeted, bisexual, 40-year-old man.

In 2000, I was a teenager, 19 years old. My parents had separated about four years earlier, and I was living with my mother in Savannah, Georgia, while my father moved back to New York to live with his family. My mother worked a lot; I was a "second family" to both of my parents, as they had children from previous relationships. My parents were older when I was born—my mother was in her early 50s in 2000, and my father was closer to 60. My mother worked in an office, regular hours Monday through Friday, earning good money. But she also helped a friend who ran a restaurant, keeping her busy most evenings and all weekend. My mom was from the "old country," Romania, and for her, as a teenager, being alone most days, and even some nights, was normal, and therefore for me too.

One weekend, my dad came to Savannah to visit me. During the trip, he surprised me with a computer. I had no idea that the computer would lead to one of the strangest, funniest, and most memorable experiences of my youth. Back then, AOL was a way to stay connected; it was the Reddit of its time. I had a computer in my room; my mom didn't know how to use it, and I usually downloaded music, searched for funny stories, read articles from around the world, and emailed friends. She didn't know I was watching porn, searching for sex stories, and reading "taboo" articles. Eventually, I found AOL chat rooms, specifically an M4M room in Georgia. In that room, men posted stories, information about their city, and sometimes pictures of themselves. From a young age, I was curious about sex. I would see ads in the room for "girls who go wild." Or I'd watch HBO late at night when the R-rated shows were on. Growing up, I was exposed to both heterosexual and homosexual people, and it never really bothered me.

Reading conversations about experiences and desires, I began to fantasize about men and women sexually. I'd often masturbate and play with my butt, eventually penetrating it with objects from my room. After a few weeks of reading the conversations, I finally wrote on the board: "Savannah, Georgia - 18M." Messages from guys started pouring in. Not knowing what to expect, not really knowing why I was doing this, I read private messages that included everything from "hey" to "I don't live in Savannah, can I move in with you..." hahaha, there were so many. The message caught my eye. It was from a guy who told me his name was Jon and where he lived – in a town about 10 minutes from my house.

It was early Sunday morning, and Jon and I chatted for a while. The conversation moved from getting to know each other to sexual fantasies. I told him I'd never been with a man, didn't tell him I'd never been with anyone, neither man nor woman, and he asked me about things I wanted to do. I didn't know much, so I recited a few things I'd read and mentioned pictures I'd seen online. Then I asked him to tell me what he liked and what he thought was sexy. He suggested, "Why write when I can show you in person?" My heart skipped a beat at the thought. He knew I lived with my mom and suggested we meet at his house. I told him I didn't have a car. But the truth was, I didn't have a driver's license, and I was nervous about going to someone I'd never met—I was young and stupid, but not stupid, hahaha. I assured him that my mom never gets home before 7:00 PM, and it was only 10:00 AM, so we had plenty of time to meet. I gave him my address, and he said he'd be there in about 15-20 minutes, and I blushed at the thought of it. I ran around the room, throwing away all the unripe clothes I'd found in the closet, and then went to brush my teeth… why? I have no idea.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on my door twice. I ran to the door, put my hand on the doorknob, shaking. My thoughts were racing, and I immediately felt regret, nervousness, and anger at myself. I pulled my hand away from the doorknob and went to the window next to the door to look out. When I was finally able to recover, I saw a man looking at me, our eyes met, and he smiled. Standing, I reached for the door, but it was already opening… my mom hadn't closed it (as she often did) when she left. I stood in the doorway, paralyzed, as he closed the screen door behind him and walked over to me, closing and locking the front door. My knees were shaking, my hands falling to my sides.

I, 21, have experienced a lot of trauma in my life, which, thankfully, my wonderful boyfriend and I talk about and work through together. I love sleeping over at his place, but the problems arise during sleep. I have a history of sleeping next to men and can never sleep next to anyone. At one point, we jokingly mentioned sucking him to sleep, lol, but honestly, it sounded like a good idea. The first time we tried it, I sucked his cock for less than two minutes before falling asleep with it in my mouth, lol. Since then, we've done it every time I sleep over, and it works like a charm every time.