Men tend to form a pack, while a woman is much better at moving alone.
But when two women team up, no man will have the presumption to choose or decide how to behave.
She will silently have to accept a game that she will not be able to lead, commanded by two friends
Among the most widespread erotic dreams in the male world, in adulthood, is that of a relationship with a young, sexy, attractive secretary, who tends to be a nymphomaniac.
This fantasy is partly due to the cinematographic representation of the 80s in which actresses (every country had their characters) knew how to perfectly interpret the part, but also because the dynamics of the relationship is particular and places the male in an advantageous situation.
First of all, because the secretary is subordinate to her role (and this helps to feel less insecure and less judged) and also because the girl's availability is practically "always available" in environments and situations that are far from their family situations.
To hang out with a lover in the evening requires many excuses, but having sex during working hours is certainly less problematic.
Furthermore, the idea of having a beautiful woman, always horny, in the office helps us make that place, in our imagination, more livable and which would place us in a condition of envy on the part of other colleagues.
Oh yes… men are definitely more sexually insecure than women, but it would be stupid to argue otherwise !!
And why not go back to playing as a couple by repeating the situation of the boss who treats his partner like a secretary?
Know that it is certainly an extremely welcome game for them!
I’m not an exhibitionist. And while I enjoy sex, I’m not into anything out there or over-the-top.
Which is why I was surprised to find myself, a few weeks ago, having sex with my husband while a group of strangers watched.
Out on a dinner date out a few weeks ago, my partner and I were cruising around the streets with a post-meal ice cream when we came across Sydney’s Couples Club.
Curious, we Googled it when we got home to see what that discreet unmarked door was hiding.
Turns out, it’s a sex club and its monthly First Time Friday night was coming up. On a whim, we decided to check it out.
It felt like less pressure to visit during a time when we wouldn’t be the only ones who had never done anything like this before.
We didn’t necessarily go with the intention of swinging, swapping partners or even “playing” (as the site described) with others - we were just curious and keen to explore something sexually new.
We love visiting strip clubs together (who doesn’t love a gorgeous woman dancing around?) so we knew we’d be comfortable with nudity, but laid out a few ground rules before we went.
For us, we decided if we felt like it, we would be game to have sex in front of others. We weren’t up for letting others join though, and agreed if it was something either of us wanted to do in the moment, we could talk about it afterwards and go back for another visit to possibly pursue.
The Friday finally rolled around, and I had a glass of wine while getting ready for the evening.
I put on a new set of Agent Provocateur lingerie and sent a selfie to my BFF (who is a psychologist and was also super curious to hear about our experience) before we grabbed a bottle of champagne and hopped in an Uber — the club is BYOB, but there’s a bar you bring your alcohol to so a bartender can serve it to you.
As soon as we arrived, we were buzzing. After climbing three flights of red carpeted stairs, were reached the entrance where we were told the house rules: simply approach others you’re interested in, but if they put up a palm, it signals “no”, and vice versa.
Other than that, the jacuzzi, outdoor terrace and play room were our proverbial oyster.
We headed to the bar to have a glass or two of champagne first and take in the scene. Several screens showed various porn movies, there was a stripper pole in the middle of the room, and the bartender was in fishnets and underwear.
Several other couples were hanging around the bar, and within moments, a woman was bent over and being spanked. It was more humorous than sexy, and everyone seemed to be trying really hard to look natural and comfortable.
As we finished our drinks, a dancer entered and cleared the room to perform a striptease on the pole.
An older man loudly whooped and yelled throughout the entire performance, but it wasn’t anything crazy and we decided we wanted to go downstairs to see more.
Several open yet separate rooms had various beds and couches scattered about, and most were occupied with couples having sex or several people tangled up in each other.
Props like whips and paddles decorated the rooms, and there were attachments against some walls to tie someone up with.
My partner and I saw a small, empty room containing one small bed and looked at each other and shrugged. “Why the hell not?” we thought.
I jumped on top, and during the time were we in there, a steady stream of people approached to try and join or just watch.
For me, I wasn’t particularly turned on by that, but wasn’t bothered either as obviously it came with the territory.
After we got dressed and left, we agreed we were glad we went (and came), but did it more for a good story than it being something either of us were really into.
Every person and couple has their own preferences and fetishes, and if exploring with others is your thing, it’s definitely worth checking out.
A beautiful woman knows how to eclipse your every thought, leaving only one alive. Only one…
Ravenously one.
”Well, everything starts with my wife Irene – my muse and the guardian of our home comfort. With all these years of marriage behind, I’m still into her. And I’ve started admiring her body even more, having by now studied it better than the one of mine. We make a perfect match in bed, both of us are always satisfied. Yet I have never thought it is bad sex that kindles desire for new people.
When my business partner Eric started seducing me, I thought I’d just turn it into another secret date that Irene would never know about – the way I was doing in previous relationships. But something there stopped me. Probably they were the soft eyes of Beth, his wife. I wouldn't want these eyes to look at me with anger and reproach. And I decided my sex with Eric shall happen only if Beth either approves it or joins us in.
It took me some time to think it over. My desire to Eric was still there without ebbing, so one day I took my chance. I said I wanted to have sex with him and his wife. Eric smiled back and replied: “But first this shall be you and Beth. I want you to be my gift to her. And I want you to present me with Irene”. These words made me feel choky. The fantasy of coming as a present to my friend’s wife was the most effective aphrodisiac for me. I was looking at Eric with appreciation, though nothing has happened yet. Because his idea was much better than the one I had.
I knew that arranging a threesome or a quad was not an easy task at all. Where two can find common ground, a third one may come with some nuances. While the proposed decision was brilliant. We start with sex in two; and if we make a match, we can play further on.
This is what actually happened. Beth was shy until her first coming. But this impaired neither sex nor the orgasm. As to Eric and Irene, I don’t know how things happened between them. I remember myself talking her into this first try; her initial respond was indignation and she would not talk to me for a couple of hours. But then she changed it into curious looking at Eric during our joint dinners. Eric and I, we are partners in running a restaurant and thus we sometimes dine together, the two families.
I don’t know when she changed her mind; I guess this happened when I was away. But one day she told me about her date with Eric. She said she enjoyed it. I was glad to hear this. It was a different kind of excitement, not the same I felt the moment I was offering my best friend to her. And it occurred to me that what aroused me most was the process of proposing something new, daring and unusual. And so I took the next step: suggested we should have sex in four. Irene agreed at the drop of the hat. This time I did not have to persuade her into.
The next day I made the same proposal to Beth and Eric.
I shall mention here the issue that may seem boring, but for me this was an essential point. All of us had our tests before the Night. This made us wait a little bit for the event so longed for, but on the other hand it gave us some extra time to think over the details. The dating was arranged in our house. We don’t have children and thus there’s no need to keep to bedroom sex only.
In order to avoid eventual awkwardness of the night’ starting point we prepared some erotic games. It was rather easy now that Irene is an expert in event management. Of course she does not have orgies listed in her professional track record, but she knows the ropes in managing groups of non-structured people. We didn’t play the spin bottle or strip poker or anything of the kind. Right from the start we followed the dark side of our desires. Each of the four was fulfilling desires of other participants in plain sight. The desires had been listed beforehand, we broke them down into three categories: pleasing, exciting, igniting.
I’m not here to describe the process proper, I would only say we enjoyed it. We proceed dating in four, and we plan taking joint trip to a swingers’ resort. Sometimes a two of our four meet alone. No one keeps record of these dates. When in secret, things become even more spicy.
We have planned a joint holiday to meet new couples looking to swing. We are interested in learning other swingers. But since we are people of name in our hometown, extra attention is not something we want.
We’ve been in contact with other swingers on forums and in apps for swingers, and they told us we are nowhere near to soft swing couples that we used to refer ourselves to. We thought that soft swing implies occasional dates with one and the same couple. While real swinging stands for multiple couples, meetings always in four and leaving no space for sex in two. But it turned out that soft swing stands for two couples having sex in one room without partners swapping. Seems strange ‘cos I think this is just usual public sex. I mean, if a couple makes love in park you cannot call it soft swing. But anyway, since we practice partners swapping and in general arrange ourselves in intricate combinations that feature four people we are cool, hard swingers. Seems funny. But now I know for sure that soft swing couples are not our match J “.
John.
This story prompts us to experiments and introduces new ideas to the dreams that we already have. This is why we love reading about fulfillment of somebody else’s fantasies.
LIFE IS SHORT…
