Most women would run for the hills if they found out their new boyfriend was a serial cheat.
But when Terri Ellwood discovered her date had been unfaithful to his ex-wife more than ten times, she had a very different reaction.
Lee Blackley told her the only way he could remain “faithful” would be if she allowed him to sleep with other women.
Desperate to make a go of it, Terri AGREED — and promised to be there while he did it.
Now the pair both regularly sleep with other couples and, as they prepare to tie the knot this year, the bride-to-be admits becoming a swinger was the only way to save her relationship.
Terri, 26, says: “I love it now but at first I wasn’t so sure.
“I really liked Lee and was devastated when I found out he’d cheated on every past partner.
“I didn’t want to end things and I knew he liked me too.
“He asked if I could come round to the idea of swinging.
“I thought it was just for weird older couples but when he showed me all the attractive young couples on swinging websites, I thought I should give it a go.
“Now I’m happily a swinger with Lee, and I’m safe in the knowledge he’ll never cheat — unless I’m in the room.”
Terri, from Lowestoft, Suffolk, first met engineer Lee in February 2015 after joining dating site Plenty of Fish.
The two hit it off and just four weeks later, met for their first date.
Terri, a retail worker, thought she had found the man of her dreams, until Lee, 30, made a shock confession.
She says: “We had been talking until the early hours and getting on so well, then Lee just blurted it out.
“He told me he had never been able to be faithful to any girlfriends, and even admitted having a secret ‘cheating’ phone to organise his late-night hook-ups.
“I was gobsmacked. Lee was adamant he wanted to stay with me but admitted he struggled to remain faithful, sexually, due to such a strong desire to sleep with other women. I doubted how we could ever make this work.”
Despite Lee’s confession, Terri gave him a chance and the pair made their relationship official in April 2015.
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Practice of engaging in group sex or the swapping of sexual partners within a group, especially on a habitual basis.
But six months later, Lee called Terri with a very surprising offer.
She recalls: “Lee said he wanted to be with me but asked if we could bring someone else into the bedroom for a threesome. It was totally out of the blue.
“I wanted Lee to be happy and I’d always been open-minded but the idea of being with someone else made me nervous. Lee was really patient and understanding.
“We discussed it for hours, how it would work, who it would be with. I ended up being intrigued by the idea.”
The following night, Lee showed Terri a swinging website where they could find a potential third person to join them.
She says: “I really enjoyed looking at the different women with Lee and when we both found one of them attractive, I was actually excited to message her.
“She wrote back saying she was interested and I knew I wanted to try it.”
Two weeks later they met her in a hotel, with Terri feeling “terrified” Lee would “like her more than me”.
She adds: “But as soon as I met her, I felt at ease. After chatting and flirting a bit we started to become intimate in the bedroom.
“It was such a thrill when Lee watched me with her, and I really enjoyed watching Lee too.
“When we went home Lee and I sat up for hours talking about it — what we liked and what we didn’t.”
Despite it being their first time, Lee was keen to introduce more people to their relationship.
She says: “We signed up to swingers websites to meet other couples and a few months later, we had our first foursome. It was just as thrilling as the first time.
“We now meet couples a lot more as we find it more enjoyable — and with another couple, there is more fun for everyone.”
Terri and Lee attend swinging parties every six weeks, always using protection — although it takes a lot of planning to find someone to share their bed.
Terri says: “Most of it is done online. We choose together.
“If one of us doesn’t fancy them then we have a rule where we can veto them.
“You don’t just go to a party and that’s it. When you meet couples you message each other and have a social meet beforehand to warm up to the main event — just like dating.
“We have a few regular couples we meet at hotels.
“It took a while to get used to sex parties.
“At first we just watched but now we are getting more involved and I love it. I’m a totally different person when I’m there.
“So far we’ve been with just over ten different couples between us, and we’ve swung everywhere — hotels, houses and even a caravan.”
Despite Terri and Lee’s free attitude to partner sharing, they have a set of rules they both must abide by.
She says: “When it comes to sex, we do everything together: that’s the most important rule.
“We never meet anyone on our own and we always message as a couple.
“It’s important that he respects me.
“I never thought I’d be OK with seeing my boyfriend have sex with another woman, let alone be comfortable with him seeing me sleep with another man. It’s centred around trust.
“I would not be OK with Lee meeting someone on his own. I would consider that cheating.”
Other stipulations include no kissing and the couple are only allowed to swing away from their home.
Terri says: “I made the rule early on that kissing isn’t allowed — and we never meet anyone in our home.
“Our bedroom is sacred to me. I don’t mix swinging but our private relationship is in our house.
“Sex with just the two of us is still the most important thing to me. It’s vital to have your own intimate relationship alongside swinging.”
Facts and figures
Two million people in the UK swap partners to spice up their sex lives
60% of swingers say swinging has been beneficial to their relationship
Clubs, holidays & websites are available for swingers to set up partner swapping
10% of swingers have an STI
Now, more than two years after Lee’s cheating bombshell, the couple are happier than ever.
Lee has no intention of straying — in fact, they are planning their wedding for October.
Terri says: “I’ve never been more in love. I sometimes get jealous and worry other women are better than me, or more attractive.
“But Lee is quick to reassure me that I’m the one he loves. I can’t wait to tie the knot — but it’ll definitely be just the two of us on our wedding night.
“I love sharing my man with other women but now I know it’s me taking him home.”
Lee says: “When I first met Terri, I knew she was the one for me.
“I could have kept on lying to her but I knew that if I was dishonest, it would all come out in the end.
“I know cheating doesn’t get you anywhere but in a bog-standard relationship I’m always looking at ways of making it exciting.
A Glasgow adult nightclub has vowed to continue its sex parties despite fears of the coronavirus.
CJ’s in Glasgow has limited its capacity to less than 100 revellers
each night in an effort to combat the spread of the virus, which has so
far infected 31 people in Glasgow.
The club promises ‘a fun enjoyable night out in safe and comfortable surroundings with a relaxed atmosphere’.
They say events scheduled this weekend and throughout next week will go ahead.
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And bosses have reassured regulars that measures have been put in
place to reduce any potential risks, including placing hand sanitizer
dispensers at different locations within the venue.
A statement on a sex site from the club’s owners reads: “CJs parties
will still be going ahead and extra measures have been put in place to
reduce any risks.
“Hand sanitiser dispensers have been placed on the wall at the
entrance outside the cloakroom, at the top of the stairs before you
enter playrooms and in the kitchen area.
“We are asking guests to please make use of these along with washing your hands before and after play.
“We will be restricting parties to less than 100 guests until further notice. Swing safe as always.”
I started working as a legal intern, not even a junior attorney, at
the law firm of Verbreennung, Stechen, and Wunderhintern in the fall
after my graduation from law school. The dress requirements were
strict. Women were to dress in a manner that emphasized their
femininity. I don’t mean slutty. But the dress code emphasized
dressing like a professional woman.
Women were to wear dresses or
skirts and blouses. No pants suits allowed here and high heels were
required. Hosiery was optional, and was recommended, but not
pantyhose. Only thigh highs or gartered stockings were acceptable. If
garters were worn, the guidelines stated that panties should be worn on
the outside of the garters.
From the above rules, it was no
surprise that the senior partners of Verbreennung, Stechen, and
Wunderhintern, were not politically correct. They were far from it.
The firm had been formed in the late nineteenth century by three
immigrants from Germany whose successors kept the firm‘s name to the
present day. Hence their German surnames.
I was assigned to work
with Mr. Verbreenung; Mr. Walter Verbreennung. Walter, as I will call
him, was a dominant. I don’t mean a dominant in the BDSM sense of the
word. He was sexually dominant. It didn’t take me long to discover
why some of the dress guidelines were in place when I became his sexual
submissive.
From the first day we met, I found Walter very
attractive and sexy. His voice resonated in me, and the intensity of his
eyes made me weak-kneed.
Like the other partners, Mr.
Verbreennung worked long hours and required his staff to work the same
hours. That included me. The difference was that I was essentially his
personal assistant. True, I did my portion of legal work for him, but I
also took care of his personal desires and needs. Including his
sexual desires and needs. For him, sex was a means of relieving
stress. I can’t remember how many times I was on my knees giving Mr.
Verbreenung a blow job and being fucked on his desk, over his desk, on
the couch or over the arm of the sofa in his office. I was more than
glad to oblige his desires and really enjoyed our trysts.
Walter
had been trying to get me to try anal sex for about six months after I
started to work for him. First, it was a casual question along the
lines of, “What do you think?”
Although he was a dominant
sexually, he didn’t immediately force himself on me. I had told him I
was an anal virgin and I didn’t think I’d like it. When he would ask,
“Why?” I would tell him that most of what I had heard from other girls
that I knew was negative and that I really didn’t believe websites that
stated things like, “If it hurts, it’s being done wrong.”
Walter
kept telling me he loved my long legs and tight butt and promised me
that someday I would get his cock up my ass. He kept increasing the
pressure for me to submit. To put it bluntly, Walter didn’t like the
word no.
More recently it had become more of, “I really need for you to let me fuck you in the ass, Meagan.”
What
didn’t help his cause was that Walter was endowed with a much larger
cock than normal; eight inches long and nearly two inches thick. Even
vaginally it hurt from time to time, usually when he gave my pussy a
hard, fast pounding.
One evening, as we were eating a late dinner
at one of the local restaurants near the firm’s offices, Walter brought
up the topic of anal sex again. Usually, we ate dinner in the office
ordering food in. Tonight, though, was different. It was our one year
anniversary of working together. Walter had said he wanted it to be a
special occasion. I soon discovered what he meant by “special
occasion.”
“Meagan,” he started, “I know your ideas about anal
sex. I know you’re an anal virgin. I want that anal virginity. Do you
understand what I’m saying? I want that virgin ass of your!”
I could tell from his tone that this conversation was on a different level than the previous talks we had had about anal sex. “I
know you’re afraid,” he continued. “But you’re a grown woman, and I
want to you start taking it in the ass like a woman. I want you to take
it in the ass for me, honey.”
I should admit at this point, that
though I had resisted him to date, I had talked with other women interns
in the firm. It seems that all the partners routinely practiced anal
sex on the interns that worked for them. I discovered that I was the
only anal virgin left in the firm!
I also found out that while
their first attempts at receiving anal sex were definitely quite
painful, they admitted that it did get better once they learned to fully
relax instead of fighting the cock. They also told me they were able
to experience some incredibly intense and powerful orgasms from anal sex
after they started getting fucked in the ass on a regular basis. That
certainly got my attention!
After listening to Walter, I acquiesced. “If I let you take my anal virginity, will you be gentle with me?” I asked innocently.
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“Meagan,”
Walter started to reply, “That’s an immature attitude. When I fuck you
in the ass, it’s going to hurt. Most girls, most women whose anal
virginities I’ve taken, have cried or sobbed during the experience.
There is no way to avoid it. Meagan, losing your anal virginity is going
to hurt. It’s not going to physically injure you, but you will find
you probably won’t be able to walk or sit down on your ass comfortably
afterward for a couple of days. At least that’s been my experience.”
“You mean I’m not the first anal virgin you’ve taken, Walter?”
“No, I’ve had three others before you. They walked out of the office after their butt fuckings and you will too.”
I
bit my lip, somewhat nervous and afraid I will admit. “Alright, I will
let you fuck me in the ass. My place or yours?” I asked.
“Neither,”
Walter replied. “I want to fuck your virgin ass in my office, bent
over my desk. But first, we need to stop at the pharmacy and get
something we’re going to need.”
After paying the bill for dinner,
we started to walk hand-in-hand towards the pharmacy just a few blocks
down the street. I have to admit that although I agreed to let him
‘deflower’ my butt, I was afraid and told him so. He gently squeezed
my hand in response.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of Meagan.
It’s natural to be nervous and apprehensive, but there’s nothing to be
afraid of. After it’s over, you’ll be glad you took it in the ass.
Trust me.”
Upon entering the pharmacy, we walked to the aisle labeled “Sexual Products.” We walked past the condoms. “We
don’t need those?” I asked. As I said, I wasn’t entirely ignorant
about anal and practically every website that I visited emphasized the
need for condoms.
“No, Meagan, we don’t,” said Walter. “I’m
going to shoot my load in that tight little butt of yours.” He let out a
little laugh as he was saying it.
Once we got to the lubricant
section, Walter carefully scanned the shelves. “We’re looking for
‘Astroglide’,” he said. “In my experience, it provides optimum
lubrication for anal sex.”
Picking up four tubes of the lubricant,
we proceeded to the checkout counter. The clerk scanned the tubes;
“$5.79, $5.79, $5.79, 5.79,” she said. “That’s $24.90 total,“ the clerk
said. “Looks like you two are going to enjoy yourselves tonight,” she
added smiling.
“Meagan is going to get her ass fucked for the
first time soon, Robin,” Walter replied, swiping his credit card at the
same time.
“You know her?” I asked.
“Oh yes, quite well
actually. To be honest, I took her anal virginity several years ago. As
you can see, it didn’t kill her taking me in her ass. It’s not going
to kill you either Meagan.”
It was now quite late at night, after
10:30 P.M. Entering the firm’s office building, it was dark and except
for the guard at the entrance desk, deserted.
“Good evening Mr. Verbrennung, Miss Meagan,” the guard said as Walter led me by the hand to the elevators.
“Good evening George,” Walter said. “Miss Meagan and I have some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of.”
The
elevator doors opened, and we walked in. Walter pushed the bottom for
the 10th floor. Walter kept holding my hand and noticed that my
breathing was quickening and I swear could hear my heart pounding.
“Relax
Meagan. Just follow my instructions and let it happen. We’ll get
through this together. Tonight’s a big night for you. You’re going to
become a complete woman sexually.”
As he finished, the elevator
door opened and he squeezed my hand even tighter. We walked down the
hall to his corner office. Swiping his access card, the door ‘clicked’
open, and Walter pushed open the door for me. “After you,” he said.
As
I entered my nervousness increased. “What have I agreed to?” I asked
myself. I wanted to do this but was definitely very apprehensive about
what was to come. I bit my lip and allowed Walter to lead me to the
inner office. Again he swiped his access card and door ‘clicked’ open.
Walking
in, he turned on the lights near the sofa but left the overhead lights
off. I walked over to the large glass windows that gave a spectacular
view of the city lights down below. As I was viewing the scene, Walter
proceeded to his desk. Clearing his desk, I watched as he opened two of the tubes of Astroglide and placed them on the edge of the desk.
Walking behind me, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear “I want your anal virginity. I want your ass.”
I
turned at his words and gazing intently into his eyes, our lips moved
closer and closer together until they met. My tongue began to twirl
inside his mouth, exciting our passions. I could feel his hand behind
me, sliding down to my skirt and squeezing my butt as he pulled me tight
into him. My tongue danced in his mouth, and both of us were getting
extremely excited. We could hardly restrain ourselves now.
Walter
broke our kiss and moved behind me, pulling me tightly into him as he
began to caress my breasts through my blouse. I could feel his huge,
stiff cock pressing against my ass.
I gasped loudly “It’s so big.”
“Yes, Meagan, it’s big,” he replied.
He
began unbuttoning my blouse and slipping his hand inside to cup my
breasts through my bra. “It’s long, and it’s thick, and it’s going in
your virgin ass in a few minutes. Would you like that, Meagan? Would
you like to feel your tight virgin ass getting split apart by my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimpered softly.
“Do you want to see what you’re going to be taking up your ass?” He asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered again. “Show me.”
“First,” Walter started, “I want you to take your blouse and bra off. Show me your breasts.”
I
nervously yet eagerly finished unbuttoning my blouse. I knew there was
no going back now. As I slid it off my shoulders, I placed it on one
of the big chairs that faced the couch.
Walter moved and squeezed
each breast eagerly and firmly. I gasped loudly. Suddenly he pinched
my nipples. I gasped even louder.
“That’s it,” Walter said. “Just relax and let it happen.”
He
began suckling on each breast, concentrating on the nipples. I started
purring softly. I grabbed his head and ran my fingers through his
hair. “Yes,” I whimpered, “Oh yes! That’s it, suck my titties.”
I
could barely restrain myself now. I reached down and slid my hand down
his trousers taking his hard, stiff cock between my fingers. His cock
reacted to my touch by giving a jerk which brought a smile to my lips.
After a few more moments, Walter pulled away and went to the desk.
Taking his shirt and tie off, he placed them on the chair with my blouse
and bra.
He motioned to me to join him. As I walked over to him,
I traced my fingers down his bare chest and then began kissing him
again. Again, he broke the kiss.“Get on your knees, Meagan. I want you
to see you what you’re going to be taking in your ass in a few
minutes.”
Nervously, I slid down to my knees. My heart was pounding hard now.
“Unzip me. Suck my cock.,” Walter commanded. “Get it good and hard for your tight virgin ass.”
I
did as he asked. His huge cock was fully erect. As I freed it from
his pants and undershorts, it sprang forth like a monster. Grabbing it
in my hand, I started twirling my tongue around the head. Precum was
seeping from the tip, and I eagerly tasted his saltiness.
“That’s it. That’s it,” Walter moaned. “Now put it in your mouth. Suck it, Meagan.”
I
did as he ordered and eagerly began moving his cock in and out of my
mouth. As I did, he reached behind my head and guided my mouth onto his
cock.
Walter’s speech was slurred by his increasing moans of
pleasure. “Oh yes, that’s it, suck it good. See how long it is
Meagan. See how thick it is. Think about how good it is good it is
going to feel when I ram it up your virgin ass.”
His remarks only
heightened my nervousness about what would come. I continued to eagerly
suck his cock, eliciting more precum. I started to nibble on the shaft
as I caressed his balls.
“Yes! That’s it. Suck it! Don’t stop!” Walter ordered.
His actions were becoming uncontrollable.
He began trying to force it deeper into my mouth, and I started to gag. Walter relented. “I’ll have to teach you deep throating,” Walter moaned. “But not tonight. Tonight I have other plans for you.” After
several more minutes of sucking his cock, Walter asked me. “Are you
ready to take it like you’ve never taken it before? Are you ready to
take it where you’ve never taken it before?”
Nervously, I responded, “Yes.”
He
looked down at me, brushing the hair away from my face. “I think you
are,” he said. “Stand Up!” he ordered in a commanding tone.
Fearfully,
I did as he asked. Again he brushed my hair from my face and kissed me
gently on the forehead. “Relax,” he said. “Just do what I tell you.”
“I will,” I told him.
He
led me to the other side of his desk. “Meagan!” He said in a
commanding tone. “I want you to unzip your skirt! Unzip your skirt and
let it fall to the floor.”
I hesitated for a few moments. “I’m scared,” I whimpered.
“Don’t
be scared. I told you, there’s nothing to be scared of. Unzip your
skirt!” He waited for just a moment, then in a commanding voice
ordered, “Unzip it now!”
I slowly reached behind and began to
unzip my skirt. My heart was pounding. It felt like it was going to
leap from my chest. My breathing quickened, became shallow. I reached
the bottom of the zipper track.
“Let it fall to the floor,” Walter directed.
Releasing my skirt, it slid off my hips and landed in a soft ‘whoosh’ on the floor around my ankles. He
moved around me, eying my body. “Mmmm,” he commented, As His eyes took
in my lingerie; Ivory lace panties outside of a matching ivory lace
garter belt, holding up the nude-colored sheer nylon stockings.
“Very nice.” “Very nice indeed. Your garters will frame you ass nicely as I take your anal virginity and fuck you in the ass!” I could detect Walter’s palpable enthusiasm and his excitement, and I bit my lip in expectation of what would come next. “Now
Meagan,” Walter began. “Take your panties down and step out of them.
Bare your butt for me because you’re going to get fucked in the ass.”
I
had resigned myself to what was about happen. Sliding my hands down to
the waistband of my thong panties, I slowly slid them down my legs. I
then stood back up, wearing only my garter belt, stockings, and high
heels.
“Step out of your panties,” He ordered. I did as he
requested and he reached out with his hand. I offered him mine. He
then led to the front of his desk. In a soft voice, he told me “Now, be a
good girl and bend over my desk. Show me your butt so I can fuck you
in the ass.” As he told me those words, I felt his hand on my
shoulders, gently but firmly ‘forcing’ me to bend over the edge of his
desk. I could see him pick up a tube of the Astroglide in my peripheral
vision. Unscrewing the cap, I felt him squeeze a large amount of the
lube down the crack of my butt. I gasped as I felt the coldness of the
lube.
“Just relax your butt,” he said.
“It’s kind of cold” I answered back.
“Don’t worry Meagan,” Walter replied. “In a few moments, your little butt will feel as if it is on fire.”
Suddenly,
I tensed up as he slid a finger into my butthole, forcing the lube
inside and coating the inside of my sphincter. I began moaning as he
slowly slid his finger back and forth, coating the rim of not only my
sphincter but also deeper inside my anal passage. He picked up the
bottle again and squeezed more of the lube down the crack of my butt.
Again I felt his fingers, not just one this time but two and then
three. I moaned again. His fingers felt good, very good. I felt
myself relaxing as I felt him move his fingers slowly back and forth,
spreading the Astroglide liberally.
I was so relaxed from his
fingers that it took me a few moments to realize that they were no
longer inside of me. Turning my head and looking over my shoulders, I
could see Walter squirting the lubricant on his long, thick cock and
coating the entire length with his fingers. When he was finished, he
moved behind me.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks!” He ordered.
Nervously, I did as Walter said.
“Now
you listen to me!” Walter began in low but firm and commanding tone.
“I’m going to take your anal virginity. It is going to hurt quite a
bit. I want you to hold still and take the cock in your ass like a big
girl. Show me how a big girl loses her anal virginity.” Suddenly, I
felt his cock as he rubbed up and down the length of my butt crack
before centering it against my sphincter. I instinctively tensed up.
“Don’t
tense up!” Walter commanded firmly. “If you fight my cock, it’s only
going to hurt more. Just relax your butt. Take it in the ass like a
big girl.”
Walter began to press against my sphincter. I grabbed my butt cheeks with clenched fists as he started ‘forcing open’ my sphincter.
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“Ouch,” I whimpered. “Please, it hurts. Be gentle.”
“I know it hurts,” Walter replied. “That’s normal. Just relax and let it happen. Don’t fight it.”
He
continued the pressure against my butt hole. Suddenly my sphincter
opened up to admit his monster. I experienced burning, searing pain
that surged through my body.
I arched my back and screamed out in “OOUUCCHHH” as his cock entered my butt. My breathing became shallow and quick.
“Breath!”
I could hear Walter tell me. “Breath and relax your butt for me.” He
held still for several seconds until the initial wave of pain passed.
When he felt me relax a bit, he grabbed my hips and began to ‘force’ his
cock deeper into my butt.
I squeezed my cheeks with clenched
fists again and whimpered soft “ouches” in between gasps and moans.
“Please! You’re tearing my ass open,” I whimpered. “Please you’re
splitting me apart,” I said as I continued to whimper “ouches” as he
went deeper. “Please,” I begged. “It burns! It stings.! Please, be
gentle.”
“I know it’s hurting. That’s normal. Just relax your butt.”
“Please, I can’t take it,” I replied “Please!”
Walter
tried to encourage me. “You can take it. You’ve taken four inches up
your ass so far. You need to take all eight inches up your ass. Don’t
fight it. Relax your ass; take it all the way up your ass like a big
girl.” He continued to push his cock deeper and deeper into my butt.
Inch by inch his cock was ‘destroying’ my anal virginity. Inch by inch
his cock was ‘deflowering ‘my virgin ass. I bit my lip and began to softly weep as the burning, stinging pain increased and began to overwhelm me.
“It’s
all right, Meagan,” Walter told me as he continued to try and verbally
encourage and support me. “You’re taking it so well. Such a big girl
taking it in the ass. Just another inch and it will be all the way in
you.”
Suddenly, he gave a strong, powerful forward thrust, ‘forcing’ the remaining inch up my ass. I screamed out loudly, “OOOUUUCCCHHH!” as I arched my back. I tried to push him back with my hands, but he pushed them away.
“Keep
your hands away from your butt,” he commanded. “Just relax. It’s all
the way in your ass now. You’re no longer an anal virgin,” he told me.
He
held still for a minute or so, giving my butt time to get used to its
intruder and giving me time for my breathing to return to normal.
“That’s it, Meagan,” Walter said. “Just relax and get used to the cock
in your ass. See how good it feels. See how it fills your tight little
butt.”
By now I had lost all track of time, but I later learned
from him that only about three minutes had elapsed from the moment he
began to put his cock in my butt until I had taken the entire length.
As
soon as felt me relax, he pulled his cock back until just the head
remained in the butt. I gasped loudly as I felt the pressure and to a
large extent, the pain, lessen. He held still for several moments,
allowing me to get used to the new feelings. Suddenly, unexpectedly
and without warning, he grabbed my hips slid his massive cock back up my
ass. I gasped and screamed out, “OOUUCCHHHH!” loudly again.
“Relax your butt, I’m going to fuck your ass now. Just relax and take your buttfucking like a big girl.”
Again,
he waited for just a moment before pulling back again and then, sliding
it back into my butt; this time a little bit quicker than the first
time. Again an intense burning, stinging sensation overwhelmed me.
Pulling back again, he plunged it back into my ass for the third time.
Then for a fourth time. And then a fifth time. And a sixth. Each time
I let out “ouches,” the loudness and intensity of which varied. These
were interspersed with more pleasurable sounding moans and gasps as he
starting buttfucking me with a regular rhythm. Although it still was
hurting, the sharpness and intensity of the pain began to lessen. I
found myself able to relax somewhat as he continued to fuck me in the
ass.
Walter could feel me relax and began buttfucking me a little faster and a little harder, the pain increasing “That’s it, you’re taking it in the ass so good.” He told me again, “Such a big girl taking in her ass.”
“Please, slow down” I gasped. “Give me time.”
Walter
continued his thrusts. “The faster and harder I fuck you in the ass,
the quicker I’ll cum and shoot my load in you,” he told me. “Just relax
your butt while I fuck you in the ass. You want me to cum in your ass,
don’t you? You want to me shoot my hot load in your butt don’t you ?”
“Yes!” I replied. “Fuck me in the ass until you cum!”
He
began to pick up the pace and strength of his thrusts. My ass was on
fire. I started to sob heavily as the burning and stinging overwhelmed
me.
“That’s it, just a little bit longer,” he said as he began ramming his hard cock into my butt without mercy.
I
began to scream, “OOUUCCHH,” “OOUUCCHH,” OOUUCHH” he quickened the pace
of his thrusts. I could hear his balls slapping against my butt with
each forward thrust; I could feel my butt cheeks reverberating from the
pounding. My sobs and my “ouches” were filling the office.
“That’s it, take it! Take it hard!” Suddenly and unexpectedly, Walter gave a hard forward thrust burying cock deep in my ass. As he did, I could hear his loud “AAARRRGGGHHH” then his yell of, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
As
I felt his last powerful thrust, I screamed out “OUCH” again and then
as he came, my own “AAARRRGGGHHH,” exploded out of my mouth.
Within
in few moments, I could feel his cock shrivel up and slip out of my
ass. I remained bent over his desk; out of breath, gasping for air.
Gradually my breathing and heart rate became more regular and, after
several minute recuperating, I was able to stand. Suddenly, I felt his warm, sticky seed oozing out of my butt.
He
quickly handed me a towel and washcloth from his private bathroom.
The warm washcloth especially felt good on my sore, tender butt hole.
“Meagan, that was fantastic. You took in the ass so good. Just like the big girl you are. Now you’re truly a complete woman.” He then asked me a few questions.“So what do you think of your anal experience? Think you’ll want to do this again?”
I
answered “I don’t know. Give me time.” My butt was still stinging and
burning, although not as much as when he was buttfucking me. I reached
back, rubbing my sore, tender butt.
He then asked, “Did it hurt as much as you thought it would?”
“More,” I replied, “A lot more, especially at first. It hurt so bad.”
“That’s
normal. The first time is the hardest. I have to tell you though; you
were such a big girl about it. I can’t tell you how well you took it
and how good it felt fucking your tight ass.”
Walter then went to
his office refrigerator and brought out a bottle of wine and two
glasses.“Let’s celebrate the loss of your anal virginity tonight,
Meagan.”
After emptying the wine, both of us eventually both went
home. When I got to my apartment, I took a hot shower and then
collapsed into a deep sleep. The day had been exhausting for me.
Monday morning, when I got back to work, it seemed that all of the other women in the firm could sense a difference. When I took my place in Walter’s outer office, he came out and asked me “How does your ass feel today, Meagan?”
“It’s still a bit sore and tender,” I told him, lifting myself up and rubbing my butt.
“Well I have a solution to that problem,” he replied. “How about another anal lesson tonight.”
“Tonight?” I asked.
“Tonight,” he said in a commanding tone again
Knowing what I was in for, I swallowed hard before replying. “Tonight then” I answered.
“By the way, Meagan, do you know what my surname means in German?” Walter asked.
“No,
I don’t” I replied, thinking to myself that I probably should have used
some initiative earlier and found out the answer to that question.
Fiona is a woman in her late twenties who lives on the East Coast with her husband Eric and their three-year-old.
So, we’re talking because you recently had a new experience.
My husband and I went to a swingers club for the first time!
Everything starts with a simple approach…
How long had you guys been throwing around the idea?
A couple months — we talked about it a lot, but stopped short of making it an actual possibility. Then very recently my husband was just like, “Let’s just do it, we keep talking about it, I found this place in Atlantic City.” And we decided to go for it, and we went on Friday, and it was awesome.
And you’d never done anything like this before.
Not at all. I had experiences of being drunk and sort of fooling around with a friend and a boyfriend, but I’d never had sex with more than one person at a time, never really had sex with strangers. I only had one one-night stand ever and it was awful. So the idea had crossed my mind in fantasy, but not as something I actually wanted to do.
How long have you and your husband been together?
Married for almost four years and together for just about five.
So what was that transition moment like, from fantasy to all of a sudden you’re staring at each other like, “Okay yeah we’re gonna do this.”
Well, I should say here that my husband and I both have pretty serious trust issues, which is a big reason why this seemed like a potentially bad move. We’ve both had issues with being cheated on, and that stuff sticks to you forever. And he’s quite a bit older than me and has a lot of experience that I never had, and for a long time I was pretty protective of my fantasies: even if I expressed them in the moment and it was hot, afterwards he’d feel weird about it, so I kind of shut stuff off.
So oddly this wasn’t even on the table as a fantasy until I embarked on a bit of an emotional affair with an ex of mine. Afterwards we were working through it and trying to be really honest with each other about sex, and it opened up a new door in terms of what we were willing to talk to each other about.
Like what?
Like me saying, “I actually might be attracted to women.” Aside from making out with friends I hadn’t had any experience with that, so the realization came slowly. And I told my husband and the next day he called me at work and was like, “I want you to know that, if this is something you want to explore, you should be able to do that.”
My first thought was, Oh, that’s cool, and my second was like, Very sweet of you but that’s insane that you think a woman being bisexual is this very specific, like…
Yep. Never met a guy who wasn’t like, “Sure, bang your friend, that sounds great.”
Like, you’re not asking me to explore all the men I haven’t fucked. I don’t think they realize there could be an actual emotional threat.
So he says this to you and where did your mind go?
Well, I shut it down. I didn’t want to go outside my relationship, but my husband wasn’t really getting that picture — in accepting these things he was learning about me, he had a hard time understanding that he was included. But my whole fantasy life includes him. Or at least, once I opened up to him, it made it much easier for him to be part of every narrative. Some of the more self-destructive things embodied in certain fantasies changed once I told him.
Anyway, I’m in therapy, and we’ve gone to couples counseling, and eventually he did understand that he was part of this. We were able to be on the same page, and articulate sexual fantasies that surrounded each other.
For you, how much does wanting to have sex with other people have to do with wanting emotional things from other people?
I don’t see my sexual desires as in any way separate to my emotional desires. I also feel like I have sex and self-destruction pretty well tied together — my sexual history is typically complicated, full of wrong people and wrong reasons, and I’ve got this desire that my husband doesn’t have at all, to keep tabs on people, to know that I’ve had some impact on their life. Which is messed up.
And totally natural. So you guys get on the same page, and?
We talked about swingers clubs, but we thought it’d be too much too soon. Our sex life was getting incredible anyway — we were going to a lot of sex stores, trying new things. But then after awhile my husband was staying stuck on the swingers club as definitely something he wanted to try, and after awhile it had just come up so much that we needed to try it.
And it was obviously not like we had to go all in. There was so much talk about open communication and saying what we’re okay with and we’re not. Either of us could stop it and leave any time. We talked about ground rules — no getting anyone’s phone number, no doing anything without asking the other person. We both had the idea that maybe this would not really go far, and either way we’d end up sleeping with each other at the end of the night, and that’s what mattered.
All right, so night of. What happened? What’d you wear?
We have a three-year-old; she was already set up to sleep at my friend’s house for the night — my friend takes her once a month, which is the best thing ever for a friend to do — and the anticipation was great. We went to this thrift store that doesn’t have a dressing room, and I found three little black dresses, and my husband picked the one he liked the most, a little tank dress that flares out at the waist like a ballerina dress or something, way shorter than anything I’d wear in real life, with a scoop back. Luckily it fit when I tried it on at home. Black heels and a chunky necklace and that was my deal. My husband wore, like, whatever. Jeans. They have it easy.
But also boring.
True. So the club opens at 10 — my husband wanted to go later, which is, you know, the normal thing; I was nervous and wanted to scope it out. So we went early. And the club is BYO, I think that’s sort of standard — and we waited till Atlantic City to go to a liquor store, and my husband doesn’t drink anyway, and by the time we got to a liquor store we could only get wine or beer, so I got some shitty-ass bottle of white something, so I was already like, “This is terrible,” and we pulled up and we see this couple outside in their fifties and the guy has a full-on ’70s mustache, and I was like, “Well, this is exactly what I imagined.”
You were already expecting you’d be on the younger end.
Yeah, I think the general age is usually thirties to forties.
Do you have like a mental cap of what age of dude you’d be comfortable having sex with?
Not at all, I didn’t think it would really get to that point. I figured maybe I would have sex with my husband in this weird public place and that would be hot and maybe there would be a lady and that would be great too.
Okay, so what was the club like?
We were immediately greeted by a receptionist, a much older woman who looked very much like she did not want to be there. You have to sign a release form, it costs like $75 for a couple.
What are the rules about that kind of thing?
Single women get in free, single men have to pay $100, and they only allow 10 single men on a Friday night. No single men on Saturdays.
Makes sense.
Yeah, they’re strict, everything is written out — at any point if someone says stop you really, really have to stop, and if you do anything untoward you’re getting banned. They are very aware of the potential problems. And there are essentially club bouncers walking around the whole night.
God, what a job that would be.
So we walk in, there’s a big TV behind the bar playing porn, a dance floor and a DJ who is only playing songs that are very literally about sex, just totally hammering it in.
“HAMMERING IT IN” LOL
There were maybe two other couples when we walked in and I was trying really hard not to make eye contact, but then I felt guilty, because I was like, I should check people out — and then our bartenders (male, which I wasn’t expecting; I was expecting boobs) made me feel really comfortable. One of them showed us around all the rooms upstairs, all these rooms with beds and swings and stripper poles and those things you can bind people’s arms and legs to, and a locker room, and this room with a big bed and a contraption you can attach a dildo to, and this room with like bench observation seating, a room with a mirrored wall. In every room there’s a corner with a cart with towels and sheet sets and a bin to throw the used stuff in, and condoms.
So the idea is you meet someone at the club and move upstairs.
Yeah, I think there’s no nudity on the first floor. It’s more like a regular club down there.
Did it feel like that?
Well, it was pretty empty when I showed up, and the porn and the bad DJ made it more sort of like a bad idea of a regular club. And as the couples started filing in, all the men looked either old and creepy or serious New Jersey meatheads, not my type: the women were much more diverse in their appearances but even then it took me a long time to see anyone that I was remotely interested in.
My husband, on the other hand, was totally into it as soon as the bartender showed us around.
So how’d you ease into things?
We sat on the side of the dance floor, I had a glass of wine, we hung out for awhile. A lot of people knew each other already, it seemed. I was pointedly not making eye contact with anyone, and then finally this one woman — the one I’d thought was most attractive — started dancing for her husband, and finally a Prince song came on, and she and I and this other women got up and danced like it was high school, and then more people came in, and my husband just suggested we go upstairs and fool around.
We scoped the scene out — you know, lots of people having sex, lots of people watching — and we started making out in one of the side rooms. Then my husband was like, “Let’s go out where the people are,” and we sat down in the main room and started fooling around and I started giving him head in front of a bunch of people, and then I got on top of him — I actually kept my clothes on then, and all night too — and anyway, this woman I’d danced with downstairs came in. She was really cute, this light-skinned African-American woman with a bit of an accent, and her husband was this giant black man, like a friendly bear of a human. They came in and she was like, “Would you like to suck my husband’s dick?”
I liked that she approached me, rather than her husband. And I looked at Eric and he was like, yeah, go for it, and she went and got him. And we just started doing things — I actually ended up going down on her, which was the first time that had ever happened for me. And then she asked if she could do stuff with my husband — I think they tried to have sex but he hadn’t used a condom in so long that he couldn’t make it happen. And then another guy came in — he was wearing a hat, which I did not appreciate — and asked if I would suck his dick, so I was going back and forth between these two guys for awhile.
I am loving this story. Very rapid acceleration just now.
In the moment it was just like, “I’m doing this with my husband,” and the ideas I’d had about which people I’d want to do things with sort of went out the window. All I cared about was how they approached me. So then we sort of finished, went downstairs, got another drink.
Did it feel as chill as it’s sounding?
Yeah, nothing felt weird about it. The ladies were joking around, every one was so positive, complimenting each other, you’re running into people in the bathroom.
True sex-positivity seems like the absolute only way for this to go.
Totally, but I have had really little actual experience with people who are like that. I grew up in a really Christian home, my husband grew up Catholic and with all the guilt in the world. I feel like I’m just now learning to talk to some of my friends about sex, even if I’m personally progressive.
Okay, so you go back downstairs, I imagine you’re just like on fire.
I was giddy. It was crazy. My husband went outside to smoke, and I talked to a few people, and then my husband and I went back upstairs and this is when it gets even crazier.
DOES IT NOW
So we went into the weird torture room, and it was just the two of us and we started having sex in there. My husband was behind me and this guy showed up and stood in the doorway watching, and I didn’t want to look at him but my husband was into it, and then a couple more people started watching and we were like, “Okay, I guess we’re performing.”
Then my husband was like, “Does anyone want to get his dick sucked? Wanna do that, babe?” And so the random guy who had been in the doorway just whipped it out. He was actually really wonderful and very gentle and polite. And also he had a pretty big dick.
Excellent, good for him.
And then another guy came in, and so I was doing that too — and like, I think my husband finished, and asked one of them if he wanted to have sex with me from behind. So I think I wound up giving head to three guys, and two of them had sex with me for like a minute each. Finally I was like, “I’ve been giving head for an hour and I’m going to tap out now.”
And that was definitely the most insane series of events of the night.
Your ethos here is inspirational. Just like, all in. So you didn’t have to verbalize these finer points of consent you’d talked to your husband about?
In the first room it was like that. “Do you want to do this, is this okay, can they do this,” etc. But in that last room we were just like, we are just doing this. After he finished, I took a second and was like, “Are you done?” And he said, “Are you? It’s up to you, it’s totally fine with me if you want to keep going.” So I did keep going for a bit, and then I was done too.
And then I hadn’t gotten off at that point because I have to do it myself.
HAHAH oh my god. I can’t imagine how horny you must have been at that point.
Yeah, so we went off into a room, and then I got myself off there, and we had sex again, and another couple was doing stuff next to us — and then a girl joined in, and she was going down on the other girl and her boyfriend was having sex with her for behind, and we were like, “And this is how our night is ending.”
And so you were never uncomfortable?
There were two different guys who approached me asking me to fool around with their wives — I wasn’t into it, I didn’t like being approached by the husband, and I don’t think my husband was feeling it with them either. But those things were totally fine and comfortable. More like, “Maybe later, we’re doing stuff by ourselves right now.”
What did you talk about on the drive home?
We’re driving home at like 2:15, and my husband is having that feeling where you finish watching porn and you realize you’re sort of disgusted and you feel a little bad about it. He finally was like, “Are you okay with the fact that I offered you to give head, without asking you beforehand?” And I was like, “No, that was super hot.”
I wanted him to call the shots — I was into that. It’s part of our fantasy.
He thought that you didn’t really want to do it?
Well, to be fair, I generally have a hard time saying no. We’d talked about how if I didn’t answer a question he asked me it would mean no. But he did really read me correctly, even if he was worried he hadn’t.
After that, for the next couple of days, we went at it like teenagers. Just days of having flashbacks every half hour, of like “Holy shit, we did that.” It was wild and awesome. We’re both still dealing with these residual feelings of guilt, like Is this normal, should we have been that comfortable with it, but also who cares, it was great. Eric was like, “It was really awesome to see you as your own sexual person that is independent of me.” And I loved that. We pretend that our sex lives before didn’t exist, or you block that out about our partner, but seeing your significant other in this way was really awesome.
Are you going to go back?
Definitely. There’s one actually right in our neighborhood.
It still doesn’t feel like a demographic I “belong” to — in whatever subculture I’d be placed into, this doesn’t really seem to exist. Or maybe this is just across all subcultures. The club was racially mixed, a diverse range of ages and looks. But the dominant theme does seem to be older married couples.
And I’m also still thinking about aspects of this. I know it’s a little reckless, that you can’t be completely protected sexually. But you do crazy reckless shit when you’re single, and the idea that once you’re married all this stuff just goes away and you’re a wholly responsible person…
Yeah.
I think we were responsible in all the important ways within the context of our relationship, anyway.
Any helpful tips you want to leave people with? Tips for first-time swingers?
Communication is the most important thing before, during and after. You cannot try and have your partner be a mind reader. Also, if you drink, you should, but do not get drunk. I was worried about that, in terms of consent and inebriation, but no one at the club seemed out of it. Just do whatever you can to mentally prepare yourself for all of the possibilities. Any ground rules that you need to set, set. Just know that you yourself can change those ground rules in the moment, too, if you find that you need to — and make sure you’re clear with your partner about that, and vice versa.
