My Story: Confessions of a Swinger

by Nicci Greene

  I remembered things I had done and imagined things I wanted to do. I then emailed my thoughts and plans to the photographer. We chatted about porn and about how he always wanted to photograph it. We talked about two men and me and how he would love to capture that. His studio was on the other side of the city so when he began to plan it the reality that it might actually happen hit me. I was nervous at first but then excited. He told me he could hire two porn actors and sent me pictures to choose from. In the end I let him pick them. The night before I lay awake imagining what it might be like and I wasn’t disappointed.

  I arrived at his studio and he had the two guys waiting for me. I kissed him at the door when I arrived and he grabbed my ass as we kissed. He was no longer the shy man I met on holiday. He then took my hand and led me to an area which looked like a living room and I sat on the sofa between the two guys who handed me a glass of wine. As I sipped the drink he got the camera ready studying what I was wearing, a short denim skirt, a simple white t-shirt and a denim jacket along with my little strappy sandals I wore for him that night on holiday.

  He looked at me and said, ‘Would you like to take off your jacket?’ and as I stood to do so I placed my wine on the table and his snapping began. With the camera clicking each guy took a leg and began to run their hands up and down as he leaned it for close ups and took my jacket from me. I had no bra on and my nipples are erect and inviting, so much so he couldn’t resist and he felt my left breast before sitting back in his chair.

  One of the guys stood beside me as I winced and moaned because the other already had his hand inside my skirt. We hadn’t even been introduced and his hands were on my pants. The guy standing was then kissing me when his hand slid inside my top feeling me everywhere. He then guided my top up over my head and for a brief moment I paused as the photographer snapped my bare breasts with his camera. I then noticed my skirt was around my ankles as the guy on the sofa was taking it off over my strappy heels.

  ‘Why don’t you sit down?’ said the photographer and as I sat back on the sofa I was naked and had one guy at each side of me so I slid my legs open wide and placed them on top of their legs. I took each of their cocks in my hands. The one that had been standing was rock hard as he continued to play with my breasts and kiss my neck. The other was softer at first but as I rubbed him he got harder and he too began kissing me, licking and flicking my tongue with his whilst sliding his hand between my legs feeling my warm, wet pussy.

  The other guy was sucking on my nipples and I wanted to come, to scream! I looked at my photographer as if to say, I can’t take this! I wanted him inside me, the photographer, someone familiar. I had no idea what would happen next and felt out of control as these young men’s hands were all over me. One of them settled between my legs and his fingers lashed in and out of me, furiously in and out of my pussy. The guys then switched and the hand that had been inside me came out just as I was about to orgasm. It then came up to my mouth letting me taste its fingers before touching my breasts. That was his first feel of my breast and he grabbed it differently than the other, much more firm. He grabbed it even harder when I pulled hard on his penis. His had been the softer of the two before but by then he was pulsating. I concentrated on him as I let the other penis go and he stood up from the sofa. Still standing he lifted my body up so I was on all fours on the sofa and still holding the other penis in my grasp. The guy standing then began to tongue me from behind as I sucked hard on the penis I had been holding and the guy it belonged to lay back looking like he was ready to come.

  He started to recoil and I knew he was going to come; I stopped for a second and looked over to the photographer who was playing with himself. I took his cock again in my mouth and swallowed as he came into my mouth but then I thought, what’s going on? I felt my body shove forcefully forward as the other guy entered me, WOW! The other guy was inside me taking me hard from behind. I had been too busy concentrating on the other and it took me by surprise. So much so that I came myself and as I orgasmed over and over the guy below me sucked hard on my nipples and the other banged me from behind slapping my ass and groping my legs.

  The photographer then came over slipping his hand under my body to cup my breast whilst still snapping with his camera and with his cock out and hard. I slid my hands up and down it as the force of the fuck from behind continued to shove me backwards and forwards. As the other guy finished off all over my back I finally rose from the sofa, weak at the knees and naked in front of them all.

  I wasn’t finished though, I still wanted more so I took the photographer’s cock in my hand and led him into the bedroom.

  I never saw either of those guys again but I did go back to the photographer’s to look at the photographs and fuck him again.

  We were sitting together on that sofa and looking at the pics he had taken on sheets which were on my lap. He hovered, half behind and half beside me, as we both gazed at my naked body and the young men who were touching me. He told me that he had used the pictures to masturbate over and over again since printing them out. I hadn’t intended to shag him when I agreed to go back again but when I saw the snaps I became rather randy and seeing that in my face and along with the photographer’s newly found confidence he wasted no time in sliding his hands around my waist to grope me.

  I sifted through the sheets of snaps with the photographer’s hands feeling me through my blouse. I wanted to take the pics and run. I wanted to show my husband but I knew I couldn’t. I wanted him to be involved in what I had done, what I was up to but I knew I couldn’t tell him. The photographer’s hand slipped inside my blouse and with one swift movement circled down into my bra and under my breast. He groped me and kissed my neck just like he had done when we first had sex but I didn’t want him. I had already had him and although he still wanted me I wanted something more. The fire inside me had been lit and I wanted to feed it. I wanted sex but not with anyone I had been with before. More sex with strangers, more sex with two strange guys, that’s what I want, I thought when my blouse was removed.

  The pictures turned me on but he didn’t as he removed my bra exposing my chest to him once again.

  He pushed me back onto the sofa and I dropped my pictures. He carefully removed my shoes, then my trousers, then my pants and then he entered me.

  I lay on the sofa trying to imagine he was the guys I had in me before but as I lay there and he satisfied himself inside me I began to wonder how I could get my next fix.

  We continued to email for a while after that until I got bored with him. My urge to be fucked had grown greater. I wanted strangers and I wanted it all the time. My husband knew nothing about the photographer or the photos and that seemed to make it more exciting. I knew I needed another fix and then one day I found where to get it;

  The internet.

  Chapter Fifteen – The Internet

  After a while the urge became a need, a want. I wanted sex, not just sex but sex with a stranger, someone new and different. No strings fun was what I was after and I didn’t care how I got it. I had moved on from swinging I wanted more danger and more mystery. I wanted to feel like I did with the guy at my house when he fucked me on the kitchen counter or like I did with my husband’s boss and perhaps I even wanted or needed to do it behind my husband’s back.

  Would he mind? I pondered but then dismissed the thought straight away in case I didn’t like the answer. ‘Probably not’ I told myself instead, without really questioning my actions or thinking too much about it. After being with the photographer I knew what I wanted and that was to meet up with someone and have sex, but how? Was it to be that easy? Before then it had been set up at parties and usually by my husband so I was thinking, could I really do this alone, by myself?

  I asked myself these questions over and over and began finding myself flirting in the most unusual places; with the bank teller at the bank, in a taxi, with the hairdresser even but that wasn’t gonna lead to sex, not to one-time-only, no-strings-attached, sex.

 
; I must have oozed sex appeal as I tarted myself up everywhere I went willing a man to jump me. I became desperate until I finally found an outlet, the internet.

  A wonderful tool for my sexual desires I used dating and social networking sites to chat dirty to strangers which got me really excited and turned on. I would post my pictures and they would drool over them some did unspeakable things to them but it made me feel wanted and sexy.

  I got many, many offers for sex and I was able to pick and choose who I would meet and when. Some were timewasters of course but one guy stood out from the rest. He was from London so I didn’t think we would ever enjoy a full encounter but he sent me naked pictures of himself and I returned the favour. It was fun and exciting but harmless until the messages became more personal and we discussed our lives, where we worked, etc, etc. One day an envelope arrived on my desk and when I opened it there was a plane ticket inside. No Easyjet cheap flight but first class to London. It took me by surprise but it was for the following Friday and it was a flight in the morning and a return that afternoon.

  It would mean taking the day off work but I could be there and back without anyone noticing I was gone. Would that be wise? I asked myself, going to meet a stranger in London god knows where and without anyone knowing I had gone or where I would be?

  Then I thought, fuck it, you only live once!

  As I boarded the plane I began to imagine what it would be like, to meet this stranger and bed him then fly home. I imagined it would be like that Boxing Day with my husband as we went to the hotel room. I imagined we would feel each other and be together for ages satisfying one another before making love. I imagined a scene very like that Boxing Day in the hotel room with my husband but the reality was very different.

  We met in the hotel bar and he was waiting on me. As I arrived he stood to welcome me, kissing me on the cheek and groping my ass. He was not a gentleman like my husband and I guessed it was going to be different as he immediately began talking about sex. His hands wandered up and down my inner leg and I suddenly became aware of everyone around me, ‘You have a room booked?’ I asked finishing my drink. ‘Of course’ he replied as he pulled out the key card from his pocket as if it was a trophy of some kind. We went to the room, went inside and he immediately pounced on me pulling at my clothes to get me naked. I helped him so that they didn’t get destroyed in the process. He fumbled with his own clothes but I didn’t help him, instead I lay on the bed waiting for him. He put on his own condom and was stiff as a board when he mounted me.

  He fucked me, grunting, as I took his weight on top of me. It was so different than my Boxing Day and so different than the way I had played it in my head. I enjoyed it though because by then I just loved having sex. I enjoyed not knowing what to expect and how to behave. I let him kiss me but it was forced and no real snogging took place. There was no romantic moment, no tenderness just a simple fuck. Perhaps that was what I should’ve expected. He was nice to me though and afterwards we chatted for a bit before parting company.

  On the flight home I felt a little disappointed but instead of thinking I would not do that again I thought the opposite. I thought I must do that again and I will keep doing it until I find my perfect moment. I wanted to feel just like I did that Boxing Day, making love to a man for the first time.

  And so I did it again and again. I became more adventurous meeting people anywhere, everywhere. I didn’t care who they were or what they looked like as long as they were available. I wasn’t choosy and that meant many weirdoes. Some people didn’t turn up, some were even too afraid to go through with it but many, many others were just as dirty and as needy as me.

  I remember meeting a man in his office. He invited me round at lunch time and I went there pretending to meet him on official business.

  I knew nothing about him really other than what he looked like and what turned him on. I wore a short black pencil skirt and black stockings. I had a white blouse on with a black lace bra. I’m sure people in my own office could see the black bra through my blouse but I didn’t care and to be honest I enjoyed the attention. I painted my nails black (as he had requested) and when I arrived he made me a coffee. His office was small and compact, just him, his desk and a filing cabinet beside the door. I sat on the edge of his desk hitching my skirt up so he could see my stockings. We talked dirty as we sipped our coffee. He stretched out his hand to feel my stocking and remarked on my black nails. He then got up and came round in front of me parting my legs and sliding his hands up the inside of my legs. He made his way inside my pants and flicked me with his fingers while he stared into my eyes.

  I asked to him to fuck me but he pointed to the door and showed me that people could see in so he told me to go and lean against the filing cabinet beside the door so that no-one could see. I did what he asked and as he approached me I unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes lit up as I unveiled my chest. He licked his lips before shoving his hands down my bra and pulling out my breasts. His body lunged forward pressing mine against the cabinet and his hands fumbled about up inside my skirt. He pulled aside my pants and put on his condom before shoving his cock into me, fucking me hard up against the cabinet. He kissed my neck but not my lips or face. He then buried his head in my neck and fucked me hard all the time pressing my body into the cold hard metal of the cabinet. It was over quick and as he came he pulled away releasing the pressure on my body. He looked into my eyes and groped my tits for a bit while grunting before walking away, back behind his desk and sitting down. I fixed myself and left.

  And so it continued like that and becoming the norm. I would start by chatting on the internet to strangers, then exchange pics, arrange a meet and then have sex before deleting the contact details and never speaking to them ever again. I had no shame and was happy to show them pictures of my pants or my nipples or indeed anything they asked for.

  The desire to continue was the craving that I couldn’t control and I gave myself to many men during that time without considering the consequences or even if I fancied them.

  My favourite though came as a surprise. It was a young farmer that caught my interest. His fantasy was to have sex in one of the barns on his father’s farm and this appealed to me so as soon as Spring arrived I arranged to meet him.

  The day we met was the first week of a hot spell. The sky was blue interspersed only with fluffy white clouds like cotton wool dotted here and there. I remembered the car journey as I drove to our meeting place. I was listening to The Fray, ‘How to save a life’ and singing it loudly and badly as I drove along with the air-con on full whack.

  When I arrived he was stood there at the side of the road waiting. We had been texting each other as I neared my destination so I could find the right spot and so he knew when I’d arrive.

  He was younger than me but still in his twenties. He was fit and wearing a red checked shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His arms were muscley and sexy and I thought I would enjoy having them wrapped around me. I had seen his body before in the pics he had sent me but it was even more delicious in the flesh.

  I parked the car beside him and got out. My nipples which were hard from the cool air-conditioned air in the car drew his gaze towards them as we exchanged pleasantries, mostly about the fine weather.

  He then took my hand and we walked along a gravelled path which became a dusty track of mud cracked hard by the Spring sunshine. As we got closer to the barn his grip on my hand tightened in anticipation of what was to come.

  We entered the barn still hand in hand and both aware of what was going to happen but not knowing how or when it would. He picked the spot and sat down patting the hay next to him for me to sit down too. I was wearing my short denim skirt and a green vest top and he knew from the nipple incident I wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared at my top and I knew he wanted to get his hands inside it. Sure enough as I sat next to him my chest was his first target as he leant over to kiss me.

  My knees were up at first so he slid his hand behind them and around my waist
, under my boobs feeling the underside of them as his arm slid round.

  He kissed me softly at first putting me at ease allowing my legs to drop thus giving him more room to manoeuvre his hand up inside my top. Our tongues lashed against one another much faster than at first and his hand found its way well inside my top. I could feel it slightly cool against my skin making me aware of its movement as he felt my side at first, slowly inching upwards towards the prize.

  As the kissing became snogging it became wet and wild and I felt my hand rise up to his check almost pulling his face closer, pulling him into my mouth. It was then I felt his thumb stroke my breast backwards and forwards as his hand slowly found its way, finding the nipple and finally cupping my breast. He spent time gently squeezing and groping, happy to have his hand there at last after months of looking at my pictures. I pulled him harder toward me until I fell back sinking into the hay and taking him with me. He was still supporting his weight on his other elbow as he started to grab at my breast and then his hand went away but straight across to my other breast, his touch much warmer than before. He massaged my breast gently at first until he started grabbing again as his body began arching towards me. I could feel his hardness rubbing my leg as I sat up to push him off.

  ‘Have I gone too quick?’ he said before realising I was pulling my top off over my head. As he stared at my perfect breasts I could see how much he wanted them but before he could touch them again I began unbuttoning his jeans sliding my hand inside to reveal his hardness to me. He helped by removing his jeans and once we were both half naked I lay back again pulling him onto me. His hands wandered, his mouth wandered too as it kissed and tasted all over my torso. My hand was on his pulsating penis when he started sucking my nipples and then slid his hand up my skirt. I felt his body sigh as he realised I wasn’t wearing any pants! He began rubbing me at first then fingering me before taking off my skirt gently down my legs leaving me lying naked in the hay.