Our First Threesome: Holly’s Story

Happy New Year.  Holly here.  If you’re following along, you’ve read Ian’s excellent post about our New Year’s Eve threesome.  I’ll try not to just repeat what he wrote, but I wanted to share some of my own thoughts, both about our super sexy weekend and about the current status of our new relationship.

New Year’s Eve day was nerve wracking and exciting.  I spent most of the day listening to Life on the Swingset, my favorite swinger podcast and fantasizing about how the evening would go.  Vanessa was supposed to arrive around 7, so around 6, after a shower, I tried to lie down for a half hour nap.

After about 10 minutes, I gave up on the nap.  My head was filled with the imaginary picture of the three of us on the bed, watching our movie and the moment when cuddling would turn into something more.  Sleep was not going to happen.  I got up and went into the bathroom, put on my dress, applied just a little bit of makeup and put a couple of pins into my hair.

Ian poured us each a shot of Bushmill’s Irish Whiskey, my favorite alchohol, to calm my nerves (and his too, I think).  Before too long, we saw the headlights of Vanessa’s car pull into the driveway.  Ian went out to help her with her overnight bag and I waited anxiously inside the door.

As soon as Vanessa entered the house, I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the mouth, softly at first and then a little harder, touching my tongue to hers and stroking her hair.  Her lips were so soft and she smelled wonderful.  I was still a little nervous, but Vanessa looked so beautiful and seemed really happy to have arrived that I felt more excited than scared.

We poured some wine and I chatted with Vanessa while she made cornbread muffins to go with the chili I had made in the crock pot earlier in the day.  The three of us visited and waited for the muffins to bake then sat down at the kitchen table for chili and cornbread.  Already, I was having a wonderful time.

After dinner, we cleaned up a little and all changed into “something more comfortable”.  Ian wore my favorite pair of his black boxer-briefs, Vanessa changed into a gorgeous little leopard print teddy/nightie with a lovely slit up the thigh  and I wore my super comfy and sexy black lace nightie.

Ian already had the movie cued up- Amelie, a quirky French film that I liked in college and we climbed into our giant bed, Ian in the middle and Vanessa and I on either side.  The movie was funny and we enjoyed just watching and cuddling for 20 minutes or so.  Finally, I could wait not longer.  I slowly moved my hand down to Ian cock and started stroking it outside of his boxers.  He was hard almost instantly and as I pulled his boxer-briefs down past his ankles and feet, his erect cock looked gorgeous and delicious.

Now this is moment that I find most interesting when I look back on the evening.  Here we were, three of us, half naked and cuddling in bed.  I thought I would have been more nervous or self-conscious to start sucking my husbands cock in front of another woman.  Ian and Vanessa have known each other for a long time, but Vanessa and I had only met a few times before this night.  I liked her very much from the start, but its not as though I knew her incredibly well.  Despite all of this, I didn’t hesitate for a moment to take Ian cock deep into my mouth while Vanessa looked on and stroked his chest.

Vanessa seemed just a little unsure at first and asked me to tell her how Ian liked his cock sucked.  I told her that Ian likes a lot of tongue and sometimes just a tiny bit of teeth and then I watched her take my husbands cock into her own mouth.  Ian had told me that Vanessa had not been sexually active for some time, but you wouldn’t have know this to see her suck his cock.  She was a natural and it was immediately apparent that Ian was enjoying himself immensely.

We both sucked his cock, sometimes both of us licking his cock and balls at the same time, sometimes taking turns, one after the other, taking his cock into our mouths.  Vanessa seemed eager to please and was clearly having fun.  I thought Ian was goingn to cum down her throat within minutes, but he held back and so I asked him to fuck me.

Ian placed me on my back, a few pillows under my ass to give him a better angle, and then slowly, but forcefully, put himself inside me.  Vanessa began playing with my breasts and I felt maybe more turned on that ever before in my life.  Ian and I had been talking about this moment for almost as long as we’ve known each other, even before we knew Vanessa would be one we would eventually be our third.  This fantasy, this idea, of having Ian fuck me while a beautiful, sweet, smart, sexy woman watched and participated, was actually coming true!  I was wild with excitement.  Vanessa began playing with my clit while Ian fucked my pussy and I was writhing in the throws of an orgasm in very little time.

Like Ian wrote in his post, the exact order of events gets a little blurry after this point.  In my memory, the rest of the night is like one of those television montages where I can see clips and images of everything that happened, but I’m not sure exactly when it all occurred, or how often, or for how long.  That said, there are a few things I remember clearly.

The most amazing thing I remember, and something I will never forget, was the sensation of eating Vanessa’s pussy for the first time.  I have kissed girls, touched my tongue to their, stroked their hair, but that’s as far as I’ve every gone.  Licking and sucking on a woman’s pussy was probably the thing that scared me most.  I love women and find them beautiful and sexy, but until I actually tasted Vanessa gorgeous pussy, I had no idea what that would be like.  My greatest fear was that I wouldn’t like it, that I would finally be faced with my first live pussy and it wouldn’t be as exciting as I had hoped.  Well, let me say this very clearly- that fear was totally unfounded.

How can I describe it?  I guess for you men out there, this isn’t new information, but ladies, let me tell you, a pussy is like nothing else.  Vanessa was bare shaven and I could tell her pussy was wet.  Her pussy felt so soft and warm and inviting.  I licked up and down, feeling her out with my tongue.  I flicked my tongue in and out of her hole and then licked and sucked her clit, which was swollen with desire by this point.  I could feel her writhing and grinding with pleasure which only turned me on more and made me suck and eat her more greedily.

Everything felt so amazingly natural. There was no awkwardness, no fumbling.  We all took to one another as though we had been fucking multiple people at once our whole lives.  I watched my husband fuck a beautiful woman right in front of my eyes, in my own bed, and I LOVED it.

The next morning, Ian and Vanessa were awake a little before me.  Ian begain to fuck Vanessa again and still in a sleepy haze, I kept my eyes closed, half asleep and just listened.  Vanessa’s little moans and sighs aroused me so much that I had to roll over and watch.  Vanessa was on her back, knees drawn up to her shoulders, her beautiful breasts bouncing between them.  I watched Ian push in and out of her, listened to both of their grunts and moans and suddenly was overwhelmed with a desire to touch myself.  I asked Ian for permission and started rubbing my wet pussy and clit.

While I played with myself and watched Ian and Vanessa fuck, Ian instructed Vanessa to lick my pussy.  Her tongue found my clit right away and while Ian played with my breasts, I had what was possibly my hardest and longest orgasm of the whole time the three of us had been together.

We all kissed and hugged and then got up to enjoy some coffee left over cornbread muffins.   We kissed Vanessa goodbye and like Cinderella’s coach turning back into a pumpkin, our magical night and morning had come to an end.

There is more to say.  A big topic which will need more elaboration, and maybe another guest blog from the lovely Vanessa, is the thought that we may have blended over into the world of polyamory.  While Ian and I are and will always be each other’s primary, there is no question that Vanessa is much more than just a play toy.  We both feel very close to her and I feel like it would be impossible to continue playing with her without allowing for a true relationship to develop around our playing.  We’ll explore this more in a later post.

Hope you all had a safe and happy New Year’s Eve and here’s to a super sexy 2011.

Kisses,

Holly

Swinger First Date: Holly and Ian Meet a Potential Third

Holly here, with a recap of last night’s date with a potential new partner.

After much discussion and debate, Ian and I made a date with Vanessa, the super cool lady Ian works with.  We decided it would make sense to just get together and have a few drinks before we made a date to actually “play” together, as I had only met Vanessa once, and hadn’t really gotten to even talk to her that time.

Ian and I have been texting with Vanessa for the last couple of weeks and we told her that this meet up would just be social in nature.  She told us she was a little nervous.  I felt surprisingly calm.  Not that I wasn’t a little nervous about Vanessa liking me, but I feel so secure in my relationship with Ian, that I knew nothing could really go “wrong”.  Worse case scenario, the attraction would not be there for all of us and we would simply have a nice night of drinks.  Nothing to lose, right?

Well, to make a long story short, the attraction was DEFINITELY there.  Ian and Vanessa were both already at a table when I arrived at the bar and I was blown away by just how hot Vanessa looked.  Her hair, her face, her breasts (just slightly showing), her great ass in her cute jeans- I was kind of overcome!

The best part of the whole night was that Vanessa was not only hot, she was FUN.  We chatted as naturally as old friends about work, family, music, the holidays and then had a wonderful discussion of the lifestyle we’re all venturing into. It all felt so easy, so light and fun, but with a wonderful hint of something slightly dangerous- in a very good way.

We talked about ground rules, about the idea of friendship first, about the fact that no matter what happens with us in the bedroom, we will always respect one another and listen to each other as people, not simply sexual objects.

I have had some concern recently about Ian and Vanessa’s working relationship, but we discussed the fact that the two of them will continue to be friends, even if our sexual relationship ends at some point.  I know how much Ian values her friendship; they have worked together and been friends for a number of years.  I want Vanessa to know that her friendship with Ian is important to me too.  I want him to have good friends, both men and women.

The beer got the best of me, and I excused myself, promising that I would eagerly await our next meeting.  Vanessa gave me a sensual hug and kiss goodbye and headed home.  Ian followed about and hour later, sharing that he and Vanessa had shared a good, long kiss and had made a tentative plan for the three of us to get a hotel room in the next week for our first threesome.

Now, a day later, I’m still turned on by all the flirting and sexual tension of last night.  I genuinely like Vanessa, and while, at first, I felt like this threesome was more about Ian’s attraction to Vanessa than mine, I’m now realizing how much fun its going to be for both of us.

I know that I am not a lesbian, as I love and crave the company of a man, specifically Ian, but as I explore my bi-curiosity, I realize more and more just how nice it will be to kiss, cuddle, lick, nibble and in every way “be” with another woman.  There is something sweet about Vanessa, something definitely sexy, but at the same time tender, that I can’t wait to explore.

I’m nervous as hell about our next meeting.  It will be a first for all three of us.  There is still a great deal that is unknown, but after last night, there is not part of me that doesn’t want to see what happens, that isn’t thinking every minute about Vanessa’s lips, Vanessa’s hair, Vanessa’s breasts and wanting to experience them for myself and see Ian with her too.

And so, the adventure continues.  Keep reading, and let us know what you think!

xxx,

Holly

 

Unexpected Swinging: Holly’s First Kiss

Holly here. I know its been a while. It’s so cliche to say, but our vanilla life has been pretty hectic these last few months and we’ve had to put our swinging life on hold for a bit.

Even though we haven’t been seeking it out, a swinging adventure came to us, yesterday, without any warning.

Ian and I were enjoying some beer at our favorite local dive bar, chatting with our favorite bar tender, when two very attractive young women, one a petite blond, the other a thin brunette, came into the almost empty bar. The only other people there, we immediately began chatting with them and found them both to be incredibly cute and outgoing.

A few drinks and some shots later, the girls were full of fun and feeling a little mischievous. I liked the brunette especially and she and I seemed to really hit it off. We talked about her anxiety at applying for graduate school and I encouraged her not be worried about her application. Because the bar was so empty, she hopped up and sat on the actual bar and started talking to Ian, stroking his shoulder while they chatted.

Meanwhile, the blond went behind the bar and started flirting with the bartender, who didn’t mind the attention at all. They danced together, grinding on each other and grabbing each others’ asses.

After some time of this group flirting, the girls went out to get something from their car. Before they walked out, they hugged Ian and me and the brunette said how much she liked me. On her way out the door, she turned and said, “When I come back, we’ll make out”, referring to me. I laughed and said, “yes, definitely”.

True to their promise, the girls came back a few minutes later, still ready to party. They came over to Ian and me at the bar and the brunette said, “Ok, so are we going to make out now?”

Now, I must confess, as interested as I am in swinging, I’ve never actually kissed a girl. Well, that’s now changed.

I smiled and said “sure”. The brunette wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, opening her lips just enough for her tongue to meet mine. We stayed like that, kissing and rubbing each others’ backs for a good three or four minutes. I’m sure I was blushing, but she just smiled and winked at me.

Next it was Ian’s turn. Ian very politely looked at me to make sure I was ok with what was about to happen. I smiled and nodded and the blond girl leaned in and kissed Ian full on the lips. Ian grabbed the back of her head and enjoyed ever luscious minute of it.

The girls both laughed and went on their way, but not before we got their phone numbers. I think we may be calling them up sometime soon, just to see if they want to go out with us sometime.

So, at the end of the night, I had kissed my first girl and Ian had gotten some sweet tongue from a hot little blond. We made our way home, and reminiscing over our experience, had wonderful sex (three times in fact) before we collapsed into bed.

We’re moving into a new place and we’re hoping to ramp up our adventures in the next few months. We’ll keep you informed. Give us some love! Tell me about your first kiss with a stranger….

xxx,

Holly

Ian’s take:

WOW!! To watch Holly locked in a passionate embrace with a hot young thing while my natural dominant side was exposed to the tinier of the two was an amazing experience. We also, after the fact, when I professed that I would like to fuck her playmate (currently we are a soft swap couple only) discussed that Holly would be OK under certain guidelines that I do just that. We are in the talking phase of this, and of course her feelings and wants come first, so we’ll see.

I love her more now than ever.

WOW!

Swinging Online: Ian and Holly Join Some Dating Sites

I mentioned before that Ian and I actually met on ALT.com.  In hindsight, this was a total fluke, as neither one of us thought we were looking for any kind of long-term relationship, and low-and-behold, we’re now engaged!

We’ve dipped our toes into swinging with our two visits to Trapeze and are excited for our next chance to get back there.  In the meantime, we decided it was time to get online and start checking out some different online swinging communities.  Ideally, we’d like to focus on one, or maybe two sites that work the best for us, but in the name of “research” we’re currently signed up for six different sites.  I know.  Ridiculous.  We’re only paying for one, the other five are the type that either have a free option or give you a free trial period.  We’ll give it a month or so and see which sites work the best for us.

The first site we joined, the only one we have a paid membership on, has already made us some friends.  A really nice-seeming couple contacted us a few weeks back and we’ve been emailing with them, Ian emailing the man and me emailing the woman.  We all seem to have a number of things in common and now it’s just a matter of finding a time to get together.

This first connection seems really promising, but since then, we haven’t gotten much of a response from any one else.  Of course, there have been a good number of single men contacting us, but we’re not really looking for that right now.  A surprising number of couples from other states, some pretty far away have contacted us, but neither Ian or I travel much, so we’re kind of looking for locals only.

If anyone has any suggestions as far as which sites are worth our time and which ones are not, we’d really appreciate it.  Is the online dating/swinging site the best way you all have found to meet other couples?  Show us some love and give us some advice!

Our Relationship First: A Night Just for Us

It’s been a long week. Real life can be a real bitch sometimes and by this past Thursday night, both Ian and I were pretty much wiped out. For reasons I may or may not get into later, Ian and I don’t have as much privacy these days as we’d like and we both decided that what we really needed was a night to ourselves, away from phones and houses and family, away from the club and the blogs the dating sites.

We found a great deal on Priceline.com for a night’s stay at a 4 star hotel downtown in Atlanta, packed a bag and headed off. After checking in to our room, we headed up to the rooftop bar. It was wonderfully quiet and empty and we found a table next to a window with a gorgeous view of the city, all lit up at night. Neither one of us are big drinkers, but we each ordered a different glass of good scotch and sat for a couple of hours just sipping scotch, taking in the view and enjoying being with only one another. We both felt our moods lift. Life is inescapable, and Ian and I actually think our life is pretty damn wonderful, but the change of location and time with each other was a welcome break from the normal busyness.

Down in the lobby, we bought a slice of chocolate cake from a little cafe and took it back to our room where we opened a bottle of Shiraz, showered and climbed naked onto the bed. Ian let me watch Criminal Minds, one of my guilty pleasure shows and we ate cake, drank wine, watched trashy violent television and felt genuinely happy. The episode ended and new one started. Ian asked if I wanted to keep watching and I said I did, but after about 10 minutes, I got a better idea.

I moved the plate of cake off of the bed, turned off the television and tossed the remote control on the floor. Ian looked at me with questioning eyes. I’m not usually the one who initiates sex. I kneeled in front of him on the bed and pushed him back onto the pillows. For the next twenty minutes, I pleasured Ian with vigor I don’t always feel. We’ve been listening to a number of podcasts about sex techniques, but I tossed all the rules and suggestions aside and did what felt natural to me, letting Ian’s small intakes of breath and moans guide me. That’s as much detail as I’ll share right now, but suffice it to say, we worried at points that the neighbors were going to complain about the noise!

The point of all of this is simply to say that Ian and I both know that our relationship is what really matters. We are both really excited and turned on by the prospect of swinging with other couples and our relatively tame adventures so far have been sexy and fun for us both, but in the end, we know that our relationship is what really matters and it was good to take a night to focus on nothing but each other.

We’ve got our first “couples date” coming up, with a really nice couple we’ve been emailing together. I think we’re both pretty nervous, but nights like last night remind us that we are good together, and hopefully any other good couple will see the strength in our connection and that sexual connection and energy will make it easier for us all to have a really good time.

Ian’s Take
As usual, Holly, puts so well into words what I am thinking. This week has been rough and it was so nice to shut out the entire world, though for only a short time, and reconnect with just each other. A beautiful hotel room, an empty bar with a fabulous view, some killer scotch and a woman I would travel the ends of the earth to be with. Couple (sorry for the pun) that with a friskiness I don’t see far enough of and all the cares of the world melted away and the only thing that mattered was me and Holly.

Swinger Ethics: Morality and Swinging

As we’ve mentioned, Ian and I are very new to the swinging lifestyle. We’re learning as we go and we know there will be questions and situations that will be difficult to navigate, but we’re trying to both keep an open mind and do what seems right for us.

Now, to be clear, Ian and I are both pretty open minded about sex. There are some things that we don’t want to do ourselves, but we totally respect other people’s right to do what they want, so long as no one is being abused or hurt (against their will). Sex is an awesome gift and it’s up to each individual to decide what is right for them. That said, getting involved with other individuals or couples can bring up some difficult questions.

Our first ethical dilemma came a little sooner than we expected. Our first night actually hanging out and playing at the club, we met a couple who we both thought were really nice and attractive. Because it was our first night, we had decided we weren’t going to engage in anything sexual with anyone else, but we enjoyed watching them play with each other and being watched by them.

During some casual conversation, the couple shared with us that they are both married- to other people, who don’t know that they are together or that they are swinging. We took this information in without comment. Ian and I want to take marriage pretty seriously, but its not our life and we don’t feel we have any place to judge. A little later in the evening, the couple mentioned that they would really like to play with us next time we run into each other at the club. We talked about the possibility of “soft-swinging” with each other, meaning we would have sex with our own partners all in the same private room. None of us made any promises, but we agreed we’d talk about it again next time we all saw each other.

In the moment, both Ian and I were pretty flattered that this couple wanted to play with us and as they were both incredibly friendly, we were friendly back and lead them to believe we were at least somewhat interested. It wasn’t long though, the ride home in fact, before Ian asked me how I felt about the fact that they are both actively cheating on their spouses. We both talked about the fact that while its one thing for us to be non-judgmental and friendly to this couple, it might be another thing to actually engage with them in sexual activity. Would we be apart of their cheating? The obvious answer seems to be yes.

There is a small part of me that just wants to do it anyway, that wants to just pretend like I don’t know about their unsuspecting partners sitting at home, not knowing that their spouses are out having sex with multiple other people. I want to tell myself not to be a prude and to let their marriages be their business. I don’t know the whole story and maybe somehow what they’re doing is totally justified.

But the truth is, that’s not how I feel. Again, I don’t want to be hypocrite and I don’t want to make assumptions about this couple or their individual marriages. At the same time, I just don’t know if I can stomach knowing that I am enjoying sex play with someone else’s husband and wife, without their knowledge or consent.

I think that’s what appeals to me about the swinging community. From what I can tell so far, most of the couples involved in swinging are committed to one another on some level, or at the very least are not actively cheating when they engage with other couples. I want this to be a community of willing and open adults, people who love sex and love people, who don’t want to hurt anyone. This is probably pretty naive of me, I know. I know there are plenty of people who don’t see things the way I do, and I don’t expect them to, but when it comes to the way in which I use MY body, I think I have the right, maybe even the duty, to keep to my own ethical rules.

Am I being close-minded here? Am I being a prude? Is this just something I have to get over if I want to be a swinger? My gut tells me no, that in the Lifestyle, just like anywhere else, I have an obligation to myself to do what I feel is right, but then how do
Ian and I politely turn down this super-cute, super-friendly couple?

Ian’s input

Babe, I think Mr. B’s comment hit the nail right in the head (which is getting to be a pattern). Don’t EVER compromise your morals and beliefs. We had this talk at length and I feel exactly the same way. I don’t ever want to think that I am, in any way, harming someone’s relationship; whether they are a willing couple or we have the knowledge that one or more of the players is cheating. I love you.

Sweet and Sexy: A Little About Ian

Ok, its Holly here again. Ian has given me permission to be his official sex biographer and share a little about his life before we met. We’ve both shared everything with each other- the good, the bad, the deliciously sexy and the…well…not so much. Here’s what I know about Ian:

Ian was a bit more sexually uninhibited when he was younger than I was. He had sex for the first time at the sweet young age of 15 with his first real girlfriend. As could be expected of two teenagers, the sex was pretty forgettable. What wasn’t forgettable was his steamy affair with his sexy high school Spanish teacher, two years later. Honestly, I was a little scandalized when I heard about this one, but Ian really isn’t prone to exaggerate or make things up and when he talks about Senorita Whoever, he gets this tiny little smile in his eyes that I absolutely love. So, while some may say she took advantage of him, I don’t think he’s any worse off for the experience.

For three more years Ian lived as a free man, dating and sleeping with a few girls and generally living the life of a healthy late-teenage man. Sadly, this freedom couldn’t last. The way Ian explains it, he just thought getting married was one of those things you had to do and being the incredibly responsible guy that he is, Ian found himself a wife. She was perfectly nice, from what I can tell, but was one of those people who see sex as a tool for making babies and not much else. There’s no need to go into the gory details, but a horribly large number of emasculating, almost sexless years later, the marriage ended, leaving Ian with some deep bruises to his psyche and years of pent-up sexual need.

Not long after the end of his marriage, Ian met a smart, sweet, sexy girl online who lived a state away. They struck up a friendship and this girl talked Ian back into life and into the world of the living. With her encouragement, he started looking into BDSM online. By learning about Domination, Ian was taking back his power and as his relationship with this girl deepened, he was rediscovering his own sexuality all over again. They never met in person, but Ian was closer with her than probably anyone else in his life to that point. She saw him down the road the recovery and gave him encouragement and advice as he began to enter into BDSM play. The mutual support they were able to give each other was what got Ian through some rough times, and speaking as his soon-t0-be-wife, I am forever grateful for what she did for him.

The path of BDSM was a fairly intense one for Ian at times. Eager to assert himself, he found another woman online who was interested in a Master/slave relationship and for three months or so, Ian got live out a fantasy of being a true Master. Predictable drama ended that experience and Ian found himself back online (Alt.com) looking for more than just a plaything. It wasn’t long after that we met online. He still had, and has, the desire to have some control, sexually and otherwise and that works out really well for me, because I really like to submit. It doesn’t always work that way though. We generally make decisions about everything together and even in bed, as we grow to trust one another more and more and share deeper and deeper sexual desires, we’ve discovered that we both like at least a little taste of both roles. Ian’s still the Dominant, and I like that. I think knowing he’s the Dominant one makes it all the more sexy when I fuck him in the ass with a strap-on (tee hee hee!).

Ian told me the second or third time I was with him that he didn’t plan to get married again unless he knew it would actually be forever, and he didn’t think that was ever going to happen. That’s why I knew he was pretty serious when he brought up the idea of our getting married about six months ago. Never having been married, this isn’t something I was going to go into lightly, but Ian is this crazy kind of amazing guy who you just want to fuck and cuddle and submit to and tease and kiss and love all at one, all the time. Sex is really important to both of us and I think (hope) that by exploring all these things together, and keeping that all-important honesty in our communication, we will have a lifetime of tender conversation, hot sex and good laughs ahead of us.

Nice and Naughty: A Brief History of Holly

The fact that Ian and I are now embarking on this swinging lifestyle is interesting for a number of reasons.  One of which is that we actually met on an alternative lifestyle site, but back then, we both were looking for BDSM play partners.  Even more amazing is that once we met, we actually found we had an incredible amount in common outside of sex and our relationship has grown so much that we decided we want to be married to each other for the rest of our lives. Crazy, right?

For me it is beyond crazy.  I’m a good girl and always have been.  Yes, maybe you could say I’ve been a “closet freak”, indulging in all kinds of fantasies in my mind (and I have a special fondness for some pretty kinky literotica stories), but pretty sexually reserved with other people.  I dated some through high school and college, but never took any relationship very seriously and rarely slept with anyone I dated more than a few times.  Most of my best friends were guys and as “one of the guys” I had all the benefits of male companionship (beer/video games/someone to kill roaches) without the hassle of relationship drama.

Throughout all of this safe, easy, platonic fun, I found myself fantasizing about all kinds of sex and was especially drawn to the ideas of BDSM submission.  I read all kinds of wonderfully erotic stories about naughty school girls being spanked (and more) by their professors and unassuming women being forced into pleasuring police officers or doctors.  This lead to stories and videos of a slightly more sadistic nature, with women being chained and gagged, spanked and whipped.

Moving to a new city after college, I found myself too timid to go out and meet the kind of men who might share my interests.  For over a year I pleasured myself while reading stories of women turned into slaves and watching movies of the girl-next-door getting fucked by a group of men and women.  I fantasized about both men and women and admitted to myself that while I had no experience to tell me if I was bi-sexual, I was at certainly bi-curious at the very least.  During all this time, I was actually pretty happy to be on my own.  I’ve never been the kind of girl who needs a man in my life to feel ok about myself.  I had a great job, bought my first house and had a number of pretty good friends to spend time with.  After about a year and half of this celibate, vanilla outer-life, something kind of snapped inside me.  I needed sex and I needed it soon.

Being a child of Jobs’ and Gates’ 80’s, I turned to the trusty world wide web to find some like-minded adults who might share my kinky desires.  At first it was enough fun just to take some sexy pictures of myself for my online profile (I was using Adult Friend Finder and Alt.com at the time) and then indulge in some adult chatting with men and women on the site or on instant messenger.   I met a number of fun Dom-inclined men (and a few women) who were willing to teach me a little about the Dom/sub lifestyle and give me some idea of how it could work in real life.

My curiosity was peaked by all the things I was learning, both about the Dom/sub lifestyle and about my own sexual desires.  I decided I was ready to take it the next level and make some play-dates out in the real world.  I somewhat nervously went on that first “date”, with a man  with whom I actually shared a few acquaintances.  Knowing that we knew a few people in common, I felt a little safer and we had some wonderful playtime, complete with handcuffs and a paddle.  I was kind of “high” on the new-found freedom I had found in submission and followed this date with a couple more like it.  On one hand, I knew I was being a total slut, on the other hand, I was connecting with a part of myself that had been ignored for way too long.

It was at the end of this little sex-spree that I met and chatted with a man online who said he was an experienced Dom/Master and would love to talk to me about his lifestyle to help me see if I might want to pursue it for more than just a night.  We emailed and chatted online and eventually exchanged phone numbers.  I remember the first time I heard his voice: it was so sweet and kind and sexy.  Little did I know that within a year, I would be engaged to marry this man, in a happier, healthier relationship than I have ever known.  Yes, that final internet Dom was Ian himself and that first phone conversation unexpectedly changed my life.

After an amazing first date, Ian and I began exploring our sexual fantasies.  At first we were both very interested in a Dom/sub relationship, but very quickly it became something kind of different.  Ian and I made this incredible connection and spent long nights talking about not just our sexual desires, but our lives and our passions and our hurts and our wants.  We made each laugh. (We still make each other laugh)  Ian held me when I cried.  We still maintained the basic idea of Dom and sub, but as time passed, we knew we were ultimately on equal footing in the relationship.  Ian values my thoughts, feelings and decisions and I value and admire his.  I still call him “Sir” (or “Daddy”) as a sign of my commitment and respect and our sex life is still wonderfully hot and kinky, but for all intents and purposes, we are like any other modern couple.

So that brings us to now, where Ian and I are ready for the next phase of our sexual exploration.  We are deeply committed to each other and are even in pre-marital counseling to make our communication skills as good as they possibly can be.  We have discussed that divorce is simply not an option for us, so we will spend the rest of our lives doing anything and everything we can to make each other happy and keep our relationship healthy.

In the meantime, the sex is pretty great too!

******Public Service Announcement********

If you, like Holly, are thinking about meeting play partners online, be smart and be safe.  Always meet somewhere public first.  Use your common sense and if you feel like something’s off, politely get the hell out of there.

Our First Visit to a Swinger’s Club : Ian and Holly Go Out

Ian and I had been interested in finding a sex club for some time.  We’d found one that was focused on the BDSM lifestyle, but we weren’t sure that was for us at this time.  After some months of research, Ian found what looked like a great club, Trapeze, here in Atlanta .  Our luck was good and it turned out to be not far from home, so we decided to make a visit.  Ian called and asked about tours.  The incredibly friendly staff at the club invited us to come on a Wednesday night to take a look around the place and learn how it all works.  So, with some nervousness, we drove to the club last Wednesday and had our first look inside a swinger’s club.

My first impression was that it reminded me of Las Vegas.  In a good way.  The club was beautifully lit with great dance music, not too loud but loud enough to make you want to dance.  The main room had a dance floor, complete with stripper pole, a nice array of small tables with chairs, a huge wrap-around bar and a tantalizing buffet line.

Past the first room, we were taken through an intimate lounge area with chairs and a lovely red velvet bench area.  This lead us to the locker room, where guests are given a locker with towels inside.  Past the locker room is the towel-only area.  All guests must be dressed in towels or lingerie past this point.  This area has a number of rooms.  There is a group sex room, for couples only, with pleather-covered beds and wedges.  There are also a number of private rooms, for couples or groups, with locks on the doors to provide the option for privacy.  Beyond this area is the pool and jacuzzi room.  There are three inviting jacuzzi tubs, big enough for about six people and one large pool.  Around the pools and jacuzzi’s are lounge chairs and couches.

Everyone we met on our tour was incredibly friendly and at ease, which helped us feel immediately relaxed.  After our tour, we went ahead and signed up for a membership.  We couldn’t stay and play that night, because Ian had a long day ahead of him, but we were eager to go back.  Taking the tour was a great way to get over our nerves and see the place where we expect to be spending a good amount of time in the future!

I’ll post soon about our first actual night at Trapeze. We’re eager to hear what you have to think about all this, so leave us some love!

Ian’s Input

Holly is correct when she mentioned the relaxed and clean facilities and friendly staff.  Everyone has been extremely cordial and helpful.  The manager’s tour was thorough and insightful and the bar staff is top notch.  The food is excellent and plentiful, with many things to chose from.  There are also numerous flat screen tv’s playing assorted porn continuously.

Piercing Down There: Holly Gets Some Private Bling

Holly here.  So, now that my lovely little pussy is getting to see and be seen, Ian encouraged me to live out a long-time wish for a labia piercing.  Crazy, I know, but I’ve always wanted one and since Ian is the only man who’s opinion really matters to me, when he said he thought it would be hot, I mustered up all my courage and went out to find a piercing.

Ian got a great recommendation from his tattoo guy for a place here in town with an excellent reputation and friendly staff.  We made an appointment for last Friday evening and even though my stomach was doing fips, I walked right in and filled out my paper work.  My lovely piercing professional took me into a room and measured my labia and we discussed exactly where I wanted it placed.  After that, we went back out to the main room and I picked out which color of barbell I wanted.  Ian thought I would pick red, as that’s my favorite color, but I really like the pretty blue one.

I steeled my nerves and followed my piercer back to the back room.  Ian wanted to come too, but I thought I would be even more nervous if he were watching, so I went it alone.  I took of my pants, laid on the table and closed my eyes.  The piercer pinched my labia a little, to make sure there wasn’t any kind of strong nerve connection at the spot.  She told me to take a deep breath and then told me to exhale as hard as could.  The pain was, well, intense.  VERY intense.  But, sort of like a booster shot, it was over pretty quickly.

Now, I have a pretty little blue stud peeking out of my pussy.  It will take a couple of months to heal completely and then I can change the barbell to a ring, which Ian and I both think will be super duper cute and sexy.  I’m still pretty sore and it feel a little weird when I sit or stand or walk, but its not bad and will only get better.  I love walking around with it.  Its like my own sexy little secret.  I was in Publix last night and I caught myself looking at other women and thinking, “I bet she doesn’t have her pussy pierced” and smiling to myself.

I love that Ian encourages me to go out and do all these things that I’ve fantasized about for so long.  Swinging is something we both want, and the piercing kind of is too, but ultimately, the piercing is for me and I love it.  Ian makes me feel so free, like I can do anything.  He doesn’t judge or think I’m weird, he just smiles and tells me to go for it.

Here’s the final product.  I’m a little bruised, but that will go away soon.  Enjoy: