This blogging thing is fun. I have enjoyed all the responses and reactions. It does encourage me to want to write more.
I have also enjoyed looking around at some other blogs.
Showed it to my hubby, who shook his head and laughed.
"Just so you dont use any names," he said.
Cant blame him there.

He is a great guy.
It is strange how this has worked out. We are actually much closer and more loving than we were before i became a slut :)
Im using the word "slut" in a positive sense, meaning simply a woman who enjoys sex...

Today is Wednesday, and thats the day we both have some time off in the afternoon, and we usually spend that time having sex. Or at least in bed together enjoying each other. Its pretty rare for us to have a third party for wednesday afternoons. its our time.
we also dont have kids at home, and that helps.

One piece of advice for anyone struggling with their sex life, ... is to NOT do it at night when you go to bed. Youre tired from the day, out of energy, and are not as sharp mentally ... so there is less of you available to put into it. and it is true, that you get out of sex what you put into it ...
Mornings are great, as well as an afternoon when you can steal the time. You have more energy to put into it, more creativity, usually less stress ... so its just better.

Today was no exception. It was great, just me and hubby loving on each other.
After we both got home and had a light lunch, we headed for bed.
We lay on the bed together naked and kissing for a good while.
I really like kissing. Its probably my favorite thing. He has leaned that and takes time to kiss as long as I want ... got him trained lol.

eventually he reached down and softly fingered my pussy lips. they dampened and then got wet. i just love that when we are kissing.

i was also stroking his dick and enjoyed feeling it get hard in my hand... started anticipating.

Then he kissed his way down to my pelvic area ... and started licking my pussy. around the edges at first and then plunged his tongue into the wetness .... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
he is an excellent pussy licker. There may be guys who can fuck better, - from a purely technique standpoint - but there is not a better pussy licker on the planet im convinced.

i started to feel myself ready to come, and grabbed his head and pulled it into my crotch. oh it felt good.
he must have licked me for a good 10 minutes and I had an excellent orgasm ... he kept licking me until i had a second one.

then he lay beside me again and started kissing me. i could taste the wetness of my pussy on his lips. thats an aquired taste, but ... its kinda nice.
he seemed more aroused than usual and wanted to get started,
he got on top of me and slipped his dick into my wet and waiting ... dare i say eager ... pussy.

he knows just how i like it. nice long slow strokes at first, with kissing ! ..
he gradually picked up speed and i was getting very aroused again ..
I just relaxed and enjoyed having my husband laying on top of me and his dick thrusting in and out of me ... the faster he got the better it felt.

I never come while my husband has intercourse with me .. but i do get aroused and love it.. After awhile i felt him start to tense up and knew he was about to come.
I wrapped my legs around him tight, dug my heels into his ass and held on ... the strokes got faster, he moaned, and soon i felt his come filling me up. I just love that ..
now no one else comes inside me, so there is one area where it is exclusive.

he continued to thrust in and out for a minute or so as his dick slowly went down.
then he kissed me and used his fingers to manipulate my clitoris and take me to another orgasm. That was very sweet.

so i was very relaxed .. and fulfilled.
even though i enjoy sex with other men, i still love it with my husband. He is happier too ... he no longer has to beg, plead and cajole to get laid :) ..
all he has to do now is ask !
and he has someone in bed who wants to do it now, not just someone putting up with it.

he went back to work for awhile and i got back on the computer
and now we are here and it is now :)

thats about it for now.
i would say that while i enjoy writing about my sex life ... i am not necessarily recommending that anyone try this ...
but there are lots of swingers out there, more than you might imagine.

jana

Maybe I have this thing working now. Using a different browswer seems to help. So we shall see.

I was thinking about how all this got started and thought i would write just a bit about that.
I had been relatively repressed sexually for many years. I sort of vaguely enjoyed sex with my husband, but really didnt care if we did it or not. He tried hard, but ... i guess i just would not allow myself to "lose control" and enjoy it.
It was good. But one orgasm and I was done. Enough for at least a week. IF he was very nice and if i was in a good mood, i would give him a blow job, maybe.

But there came this time when we were separated because of a job situation. We were living 1500 miles apart. Long story, but we really were in a flux situation and only saw each other once a month or so for a weekend.
I got pretty lonely.
And during this time, my husband was trying to get me to loosen up. He took me to dances and even encouraged me to dance with other men. He liked seeing that, he said.
He also encouraged me to talk with him about sexual fantasies on the telephone, and even got me to the point of enjoying phone sex.
So for that i can blame him. He did at least point me in the direction of being more open sexually.

I got involved in a garden club while he was gone.
There was a gentleman there who paid a lot of attention to me over several weeks. Ok, i enjoyed the attention and his company.
After a few months when he started suggesting that we have sex, i blew my top. But ... at the same time i was intrigued, and lonely. having phone sex and talking with my husband about my fantasies didnt help matters. IT became more difficult to get this guy out of my mind when i had to go to sleep at night with a wet pussy after talking with my husband on the phone .

NOw this man was honest. He just wanted to get laid, there was nothing else to it forh him, and he was clear about that. He was a gentleman though, and was never pushy. But he persisted, and it just got harder to say no.

I agreed to meet him at a hotel room one night, but I chickened out at the last minute.
He tried again a month or so later, and this time i was determined to go through with it.
I was just terribly lonely and needing some attention. It had been three months since i had seen my husband, and about a year and a half since we started this living apart business.

There was just something about this, that I had to try.
I had had sex with only one other person besides my husband, and I was 49 years old. The combination of loneliness, and someone pursuing me, and a midlife crisis, was just too much to overcome.

So the fateful night finally came.
After the garden club meeting, i agreed to meet him a at a hotel. He gave me the room number and we drove separately. I sat in the parking lot a long time trying to get my courage up.

Finally I went and knocked on the door, and of course he let me in with a smile.
He tried to get me to relax with a couple of drinks and offered me a massage.
I stripped down to my panties and laid on the bed on my belly. He then started to massage me. My arms, my shoulders, my neck ... it all felt very nice.
For a long time there was no hint of sex as he continued to massage me from my shoulders down my back.
I relaxed more and more as the alcohol also started to kick in.
I was about to fall to sleep when i felt him softly kissing my back, and that was just too nice.

Soon there was a finger rubbing against my crotch through my panties.
I felt a level of warmth arise there, and I didnt say a word or move when he quietely took my panties off.

he kept kissing my back, stroking my back, my body, and ocasionally letting a finger just barely touch the edge of my pussy.
I was getting very hot by now, and so very relaxed.
his finger kept at my pussy lips and i was getting very wet and horny.
I couldnt believe it, but i actually was yearning for him to fuck me.
I dont think i had ever felt that much desire to just be fucked.

He took off the rest of his clothes, laid down beside me and turned me over. He started kissing my lips softly, and his hands were stroking my body which just made me even more horny.

I reached down to touch his dick, and it was sort of hard, but not real hard. He asked me to stroke it some so I did.
I rubbed it and it got harder while he continued to kiss me.
His lips felt very good on mine.

"are you ready" he asked.
"yes" i moaned.

with that, he got on top of me and slowly lowered himself onto me, and i felt his dick slowly enter my pussy.
My pussy was soaking wet and it eagerly received his dick.
It was average size, about the same as my husband. He slowly entered me and was very gentle with it.
I appreciated that, and wondered what the hell i was doing letting another man fuck me.
What would my husband say?
Would he "just know" i had been unfaithful?
how would i ever face him?
would he leavem me?

THese questions raced through my mind as i felt his dick slowly go in and out of me.
I was still wet and it was feeling good.
He gradually picked up steam and after about 10 minutes of faster and faster stroking, i forgot the questions and started having orgasms.
Now I was used to having one, but this time I had two back to back.

I expected him to come and that would be that ...
but he didnt
he just kept on fucking me.
My husband could go 10 minutes or so and that was what i was used to.
But this guy didnt seem to be anywhere close to being ready to come.

I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed as he kept humping me.
It was feeling very good.
I had never had someone keep fucking me after i had come .. it was very good.
He just kept on pumping me for a very long time, at least half an hour .. I had several orgasms in that time, and was almost unconcious from all the emotions that were going on, and all the sex.

He stopped after awhile and asked me to get on my hands and knees.
I had never let my husband do me "doggy" but now i was in such a daze i would probably do anything.
So he entered me from the back and stroked me for another half hour or so.

I was pounding the pillow with my hand and screaming. I couldnt believe i was hearing myself scream "fuck meeee"
It just felt so good.
Just to be fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked.
I did not know there were people like this ... that could just keep on going. I had more orgasms than i had had in years combined that night.
I didnt know it was possible that i could have multiples, or that i could get to a state where i just kinda stayed orgasmic.

He pumped me for at least an hour.
I was exhausted.
Finally he stopped and told me he had always had a hard time coming and asked me to finish him off with my hand.

I sucked him for awhile and then finished him off with my hand. He came right on my hand.

We laid there together for awhile.I realized that I had been in bed with him for two hours. My eyes were opened right then and there to what is possible sexually.

Nothing was ever the same after that.
We got together after garden club just about every week, and it was the same every time. He would fuck me for at least an hour.
and i always finished him with my hand.

That first night he fucked me without a rubber, but after that we always used one.

About a month later i was with my husband, and it was so strange. He was shocked when he got me in bed and i was one hot bitch ... he didnt complain though, i just told him i had missed him. He was pleased and surprised that i let him do me doggy and sucked him dry twice ..

My husband kept pushing the idea of opening up sexually, and he suggested we consider swinging. I did some research and thought it might be fun, especually now that i had become something other than what i had been.
You could call it liberated i guess ?

A few months later he was able to move back here for awhile. I had never told him about my lover, and i was still having sex with him weekly as well.

My husband suggested a threesome once, and I agreed on the condition that i could pick out the third party. Of course, i picked out my lover. At that time my husband had no idea that this man had been fucking me weekly for almost a year.

It wasnt until much later, after several threesomes, and a couple of couples that i confessed my infidelity.
By that time his sex life had improved so much, and i had made so many of his fantasies come true - including seeing me with another man - that he readily forgave me.

soon we moved from there, and started a new life in Kansas .

now we are living happily ever after as they would say.

another one

We had been swinging for about a year. We have gone to some clubs, but mostly we ended up doing MFM threesomes. Husband loves watching me with other men, and of course, I love being with other men. Once he got me started, there was no stopping me.

We gradually got into it. First we went to dances, and he encouraged me to dance with other men, and always talked about how he enjoyed that. It did always make him horny. After a night of dancing, we would go home and have wild sex with each other.

From there, we visited clubs, soft swinging, just touching and so forth. We swapped with a couple of couples at clubs. We finally tried the internet, and were amazed at the internet swinging world. We found there are countless single men willing to service the ladies for MFM threesomes.

We started talking with some of these men, and met with some of them, and had good times. I have enjoyed the variety of having different men in threesomes. My husband also enjoyed watching me have sex. He really enjoys sharing me and the whole threesome experience. Sometimes he just watches and other times he participates.

We had several of these encounters and they were, for the most part, good. Of course, we did not play with everyone we met. Probably half or less.
Nothing prepared me though, for the experience with Warren, a guy who became my Wednesday afternoon regular.

He was a big man, 6 foot 6 and about 270 pounds. He was also well endowed and the experience changed my whole perception of sex and of penis size.
I am about 5-5 and 140. My husband is 5-10 and 185. He is average in penis size, and I’ve always said size doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t in the overall sexual picture, because big is useless if he doesn’t know how to use it. I’ve also found small ones to be rather effective. It all depends on how it is used.
But until we met Warren, I had never even seen a penis more than about 6 inches long. Most of my experiences, and there had not been all that many, involved men with a 6-inch or so long penis, and I enjoyed them.

I had never really thought about huge penises, and never really even thought about tales of big ones either. The subject never came up when we met Warren. Like all the other single males we met, we had talked some on the internet, and he seemed very nice. We both liked him from our internet chat and a couple of phone calls, so we decided to meet in person.

As usual, we met at a restaurant and talked. He still seemed very nice. He was very handsome and his physical size was impressive. We enjoyed an hour or so visit. He was very patient and not pushy. He seemed to actually enjoy our company whether it involved sex or not, and that was a plus.

We met again, and again, we just enjoyed conversation, and he seemed fine with that. He was also very charming and had a great sense of humor.
After our second meeting, I decided that I would like to invite him into bed with us. Husband approved, and so we set up a meeting at a hotel. That is how it usually goes. One or two meetings, and then we decide if we will do anything. I am a slut, but im not easy.

The day came to meet, and we met him at a restaurant near our hotel. We met there so he could accompany us back to the hotel. Just seemed to work best that way.

I was nervous of course, but he was very charming. Met us at the restaurant, and was very relaxed and confident. I was pleased that he was not pushy at all. He put himself on my timetable and went with the flow. After some time chatting we went back to the hotel.

Once in the hotel room, there was the usual awkwardness that is always there the first time with someone. Our friend seemed relaxed though, and it helped that he was totally not pushy and waited for things to develop. We chatted in the hotel room for a bit. Hubby took my hand, placed into Warren’s hand, smiled and said “have a good time.” Husband then sat in a chair and got ready to watch.

Warren and I exchanged a kiss. It was nice, and I was a little overwhelmed as this giant of a person put his arms around me. His kiss was very good, long and passionate.

He asked me to undress for him, which I did. I thought it a bit unusual that he wasn’t undressing as well, but I didn’t mention it. I slowly took off my blouse and bra. Then slowly stepped out of my pants and underwear and stood there naked in front of the two men.

I could see Warren enjoyed what he saw and that made me feel good. It is a very nice feeling to stand naked in front of men, including my husband, and see their approving look. He laid me down on the bed and kissed me a little, and only then took his shirt off. He had big muscular arms and a muscular chest. It was impressive. He lay down beside me and kissed my neck, then my chest, and softly licked the nipples of my breasts. His tongue felt so nice around them, and he sucked on my tits some. They seemed to fit nicely in his mouth since they are not so big.

His hand gently stroked my belly, and found its way to my pubic area. A finger very gently went over the outline of my vagina opening. The touch was so light that I could barely feel it, but that felt so good, as his kisses massaged my breasts. After about 10 minutes of this I was getting aroused and thinking about how I was going to enjoy being fucked by this man. It was obvious he had some sensitivity, and was interested in pleasing me.

His hands also massaged my legs, my hips, and my breasts. I was being touched all over, which was very nice. I was getting more and more aroused.
Then he took his pants off and what I saw was really scary.

He had the largest penis I had ever seen in my life. It seemed to hang down from his crotch forever. It was not exactly limp or hard. Somewhere in between, but was huge to me at that moment. It was about nine inches long, but looked longer to me at that moment. It was also very thick. All I could think was, that there was no way that thing would fit in me. I guess he could see the terror in my eyes, and I was seriously thinking about backing out.
He told me not to worry and promised to be gentle. He said he has had this experience before with women, which is why he tries to delay taking off his pants.

I looked over at hubby, who was smiling. He looked at me as though to say it was all up to me. Warren took me in his arms, gave me a very warm kiss, and looked into my eyes.

He said he would do nothing to hurt me, and would stop at anytime I wanted.
I was aroused by all his nice foreplay, but I was also scared of this monster between his legs. I’ve never been into pain, or even rough sex particularly.
He kissed me again, and as his fingers started exploring the edges of my pussy, I felt myself too weak to protest. I put my arms around him, held on tight, and responded to his kisses with my own passionate lips against his.
With his kisses, and his hands doing magic on my pussy, I was getting so aroused I could barely stand it. I was slowly forgetting about the huge dick I had seen and was thinking more and more about how I wanted to feel something between my own legs.

He stood for just a moment, and turned his back to me, as he put on a rubber. I could see hubby’s surprised look as he saw the aroused large penis that was about to ravish his sweet wife.

I still had not seen his penis erect, and probably that was a good thing.
Warren laid back down beside me and began kissing me even more passionately. He also started massaging my pussy more with his fingers.
With one finger inside me, he found my clitoris and started manipulating it. My pussy was so wet it was soaked and I was almost orgasmic with his finger rubbing against my clitorius.

As I moaned and sighed, he whispered “are you ready baby.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me,” I said with a moan.
He continued to rub my clit for a moment, and then got on top of me.
Soon I felt something pushing against the opening of my pussy. It felt like a baseball bat, but wasn’t really that big. I was so aroused I was soaking wet, and that lubricated the rubber enough to where I was ready.

Slowly he pushed against me, and slowly his big penis made its way inside me.
The first few inches felt fine as he eased his way in. But then I realized how thick it was, and it didn’t stop where they normally stop. I felt his penis go where nothing had ever gone before. He went all the way back to my cervix. The thickness was also a bit incomfortable. It didnt hurt, but I definitely felt filled up “down there.”

Once he was all the way in, he paused and asked me how it felt.
“Are you ok,” he asked. "Yes” I whispered. What else was I going to say to a 275 pound man who was lying on top of me and 9 inches of his manhood buried into my body? It was too late to turn back now. I just laid there, feeling strangely good, but also a little scared. It did hurt, but it also felt surprisingly good.

Very slowly he started going in and out of me. It felt very good, though I had never felt anything so large inside me before. It was also hard to breathe with all his weight on me. I felt totally overwhelmed in the moment.
But that big dick soon started pumping in and out of me, and I started feeling even more aroused. Before he put it in me, I was about to have an orgasm. After only a few strokes I started to feel like coming. Its good that happened, because it alayed my fears a lot and I started getting more and more into it.
He kept the long even strokes going. IT seemed like a very long time, just continual motion of this big cock rubbing against my clitoris.

I came again. And a third time. I screamed, and he started pumping me harder. I wondered why I had been frightened at the site of this big cock, when I went into another orgasm.

After about 20 minutes of this, and me in a state of sexual euphoria, he started to breathe much harder and his strokes became faster and shorter.
It hurt but it also felt good, as he lunged all nine inches into me with all the power his 275 pounds would muster.

He came with a great orgasm, shooting into the rubber that was inside me.
He stroked me a few more times, and I felt his large penis start to subside.
I was nearly unconcious from being stroked for nearly 30 minutes by a huge dick, as well as having 275 pounds on top of me, which literally took my breath away.

In a moment or two, he got up, and went to the bathroom to take the rubber off and clean up. My husband laid down beside me and held me. I just relaxed in an amazing state of post-orgasm euphoria. I was breathing hard from being tired, and just trying to catch my breath.

My husband was also very aroused by what he had seen, and he almost immediately started to fuck me. I was still soaking wet and stretched, so his penis went in me very easily. I was still in a state of wonderment as my husband’s dick stroked into me. It was a good way to come down from such a high I had experienced.

I noticed Warren back beside the bed and watching my husband fuck me.
He continued until he came inside me. I had a small orgasm while he fucked me, but I was still in a state of near exhaustion from the Warren experience.
After my husband came, he rolled over beside me.

I saw Warren on my other side, with a new rubber on his hard nine-inch long dick. He was ready again, and looked at my husband as if to ask permission.
Hubby smiled but did not move, indicating his permission.

Warren got on top of me again, and slowly inserted his big penis into me.
Again I was stretched. It hurt as I felt my body being forced to expand to accommodate his dick. He pumped into me with those long even strokes as hubby stroked my face and hair with his hand.

Again I went into an orgasmic state, and Warren fucked me another half an hour at least. My husband started to fuck me once Warren finished, but I was just too tired, too worn out.

My pussy was in pain now. I could not stand anything even near it.
We all got dressed and chatted some more. I was in a daze of sorts, and Warren just chuckled. He was obviously pleased with himself to have totally rocked the world of this woman, and I couldnt blame him. Hubby has also enjoyed the spectacle. I literally had trouble walking back to the car.
My pussy hurt for three days.

About two weeks later we hooked up again and had another wonderful sexual experience. From there we started meeting weekly, Soon my body adjusted and it didnt hurt any more at all. It was just wonderful sex from that point.