Greetings from Los Angeles!
Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2024 12:48 am
Hello, all! I'm new to this Forum, but not to the lifestyle. My journey was a winding road, beginning with a strict religious upbringing which precluded any premarital sex. Standard, right? Well, circumstances caused me to keep my virginity well past the average age, repressing my sexual desires as best I could. My career choice as a freelance artist working from home was disastrous to any social life, and I remained all alone as my siblings all married and moved away. Online dating was an exercise in futile frustration, my preferences always involving interracial (I'm a black man who loves white women.), and in my growing impatience, I sought gratification at least sexually by venturing deeper to more adult dating sites. That's where I was shocked to find profiles posted by married women. Now, due to my background, a married woman was not just off-limits, she was "sacred." Whenever I spotted an attractive woman at the supermarket or wherever, the sight of a wedding ring on her finger caused me to quickly turn away, and clear my mind. But I allowed myself to puzzle over why married women were seeking dates. Curiosity got the better of me, and this led me to search out if it was all part of the swinger lifestyle, something I assumed was a fad that faded away with the "Free Love" 60s and 70s. I learned that it was indeed real, and alive yet in this modern millennium. I had let the lure of possible fornication with married women to send me tumbling down the rabbit hole into the Swingers Wonderland. By then, I had known some single white women. But to lay with a married white woman was an experience I yearned for more and more.
Prior to April of 2023, I'd been away from the lifestyle for quite some time, yet I have very fond memories of meeting some fascinating people years ago. On one lifestyle site, I recall corresponding with a mature white couple before meeting one afternoon at their place. I was prepared for it to be a casual introduction to gauge our in-person chemistry, no more than that. If our chemistry was just as good as it was online, we would schedule another visit. But after a relaxing chat in the living room, right off the bat, they escorted me to their upstairs bedroom where we all undressed and became instantly intimate. Our MFM encounter began as a standing "dance" of foreplay, centering attention on the wife. I didn't object as her husband recorded our kinky play on video for their personal use. He would participate more fully soon, reclaiming his wife after sharing her with me as their guest. But for that moment, that beginning, the husband was content to occupy himself by taking explicit photos as I joined his beautiful wife in their marriage bed. Sensing my self-conscious discomfort due to so many fast firsts, she was quick to put me at ease with her gentle touch. This woman has such a great personality, an amazing body, and a warm smile that makes her eyes twinkle. I cherish the memory of her spreading her naked legs wide in welcome to me on the bed, her pale skin almost glowing in the sunlit room. I mounted her in Missionary, lowering my pelvis to hers for a gentle and deliberate grinding of our genitals together, mingling our scents. And then, I slowly entered her warm, moist vagina with my stiff and throbbing erection, no restrictions. She widened her thighs even more as I settled my body weight down in between them. She took me in her arms, and as I adjusted to the deliriously kinky situation, I was mindful to spread my own legs to allow her hubby a better camera angle, capturing my first penetration of his loving wife. She took me, balls deep, and I paused to savor how wonderful it felt, enhanced by the sweet, sweet sin of our taboo contact. It was way better than a handshake! "Mmmm... So very nice to meet you..." I heard her softly moan. I could only echo her sentiment as I let my penis loiter a bit longer, saturating my organ's flesh with her vaginal wetness. And then, we began our blissfully kinky coitus. Bareback sex with a married woman I'd only just met an hour before. This is what's so distinctly thrilling about the swinger lifestyle, this type of naughty freedom. All the shattered taboos intensified the unbelievable pleasure. The shameless immorality of our sex only heightened the primal eroticism, all the more because this was such a wholesome and innocent-looking couple. There was absolutely nothing trashy about the lovely wife. She had no slut fantasies to act out. She was of modest dress, no make-up; she was an earth-mother type, everything all-natural and pure. As we fucked in that quiet bedroom, our euphoric climaxes were peaked by the newness of our copulating, and its surprising immediacy that afternoon. Indeed, our acquaintance was still so young, yet we were already establishing our friendship with a foundation based solely on sex. And no one had taken a single sip of alcohol! We all retained complete control of our senses. It was so special when her husband leaned in to kiss her during our coupling, further demonstrating their solid bond. He dearly appreciated her. And he was allowing me to appreciate her, too, allowing me to express my admiration beyond mere words. The shared wife... With my rhythmic and forceful thrusts, I hoped to cause this happy wife to exhale the orgasms I gave her straight into her husband's mouth. For my part, it was so fulfilling to partake of that very special adultery, consummating it by ejaculating freely and deeply inside his wife's pussy in a lengthy series of exploding eruptions, fully emptying myself into her.
Prior to April of 2023, I'd been away from the lifestyle for quite some time, yet I have very fond memories of meeting some fascinating people years ago. On one lifestyle site, I recall corresponding with a mature white couple before meeting one afternoon at their place. I was prepared for it to be a casual introduction to gauge our in-person chemistry, no more than that. If our chemistry was just as good as it was online, we would schedule another visit. But after a relaxing chat in the living room, right off the bat, they escorted me to their upstairs bedroom where we all undressed and became instantly intimate. Our MFM encounter began as a standing "dance" of foreplay, centering attention on the wife. I didn't object as her husband recorded our kinky play on video for their personal use. He would participate more fully soon, reclaiming his wife after sharing her with me as their guest. But for that moment, that beginning, the husband was content to occupy himself by taking explicit photos as I joined his beautiful wife in their marriage bed. Sensing my self-conscious discomfort due to so many fast firsts, she was quick to put me at ease with her gentle touch. This woman has such a great personality, an amazing body, and a warm smile that makes her eyes twinkle. I cherish the memory of her spreading her naked legs wide in welcome to me on the bed, her pale skin almost glowing in the sunlit room. I mounted her in Missionary, lowering my pelvis to hers for a gentle and deliberate grinding of our genitals together, mingling our scents. And then, I slowly entered her warm, moist vagina with my stiff and throbbing erection, no restrictions. She widened her thighs even more as I settled my body weight down in between them. She took me in her arms, and as I adjusted to the deliriously kinky situation, I was mindful to spread my own legs to allow her hubby a better camera angle, capturing my first penetration of his loving wife. She took me, balls deep, and I paused to savor how wonderful it felt, enhanced by the sweet, sweet sin of our taboo contact. It was way better than a handshake! "Mmmm... So very nice to meet you..." I heard her softly moan. I could only echo her sentiment as I let my penis loiter a bit longer, saturating my organ's flesh with her vaginal wetness. And then, we began our blissfully kinky coitus. Bareback sex with a married woman I'd only just met an hour before. This is what's so distinctly thrilling about the swinger lifestyle, this type of naughty freedom. All the shattered taboos intensified the unbelievable pleasure. The shameless immorality of our sex only heightened the primal eroticism, all the more because this was such a wholesome and innocent-looking couple. There was absolutely nothing trashy about the lovely wife. She had no slut fantasies to act out. She was of modest dress, no make-up; she was an earth-mother type, everything all-natural and pure. As we fucked in that quiet bedroom, our euphoric climaxes were peaked by the newness of our copulating, and its surprising immediacy that afternoon. Indeed, our acquaintance was still so young, yet we were already establishing our friendship with a foundation based solely on sex. And no one had taken a single sip of alcohol! We all retained complete control of our senses. It was so special when her husband leaned in to kiss her during our coupling, further demonstrating their solid bond. He dearly appreciated her. And he was allowing me to appreciate her, too, allowing me to express my admiration beyond mere words. The shared wife... With my rhythmic and forceful thrusts, I hoped to cause this happy wife to exhale the orgasms I gave her straight into her husband's mouth. For my part, it was so fulfilling to partake of that very special adultery, consummating it by ejaculating freely and deeply inside his wife's pussy in a lengthy series of exploding eruptions, fully emptying myself into her.