*Note: These posts are often composed in advance, and so may not always reflect events in real time. SwingBot does post about events as they happen. Consequently, there may be discrepancies in the stages of our stories.*
Last month, I had sex with a man who was not SwingBot, with SwingBot right there. And I had an incredibly good time.
After much nervousness and many avoidance tactics, BG and I opted to lunge right in. SwingBot had decided to be the generous husband, letting me boff another man. This was his way of getting off the hook of expected performance. He did say that, if he saw an opening, he might take advantage of it. We did not give him much of a chance, though I doubt he would have taken one. He never even removed any of his clothing.
BG and I started by making out. Kissing, for me, is usually more of a sensual act than an affectionate one. It turns me on; I consider making out a great method of foreplay. Making out with BG, our mouths engaged and our bodies tightly pressed together, made desire override uncertainty for me. I still felt some uncertainty, though; his mouth was different, as was his body. I was used to the touch and feel of SwingBot, and this certainly was not SwingBot. Still, we eagerly undressed each other and BG wiped out any lingering hesitations with amazing cunnilingus.
SwingBot and I agreed, at least for now, that we would use protection for all sex — including oral — with our playmates. So, SwingBot obligingly supplied a dental dam. He and I had tried this for the first time the previous night and, while I definitely got some enjoyment, we could see there would be serious limitations and drawbacks. Still, better to play safely. BG had never used one before, but I would not have known that if he had not said as much. His technique was fantastic. I kept trying to fuck his face in response. I am a screamer and he learned that very quickly. I almost felt even more gratitude for the dental dam than I did resentment against it; I probably would have exploded from my orgasms if he had been doing that without the latex barrier.
The dental dam eventually tangled upon itself. When BG suggested the need for a replacement, I suggested that we could just fuck instead. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. We got him a condom and I applied a little pre-condom lube to his penis. He apparently enjoyed the handwork, because he said, \”Or we could just do that.\” No, we couldn\’t… at least, not right now! He applied the condom and entered me with a speed and efficiency that I found startling, but enjoyable.
I normally would not be quite as submissive as I was with BG during that session. He often pinned my hands or arms down. I tested his strength a couple times and realized that I would have to truly fight if I wanted to physically take over. I didn\’t mind, though; I tend to be a follower when doing something new and then become more dominant and forceful when I feel more confidant. So, I let him take control. At one point, he covered my mouth with his hand, but I pushed it away and said firmly, \”Uh uh!\” He took the hint and didn\’t try again.
Aside from being a bit of a follower when doing something new — and swinging certainly counts — I also try to be mindful of my partner\’s needs, particularly when he has to wear a condom. I know that condoms can cause difficulties with erections and performance, so I am willing to let a partner struggling with a condom make the position decisions. (I am not always this submissive; trust me.) So, I let BG pick the positions that would work best for him, like Missionary and Doggie with me on my stomach, rather than all fours. Eventually, though, the condom won and BG had to remove it. Personally, I was sated for the moment. I started to use my hand on him to help his erection return, but then continued to help him climax. One hand stroked his penis while the other groped his butt and lightly rubbed at his anus. My mouth sucked and nibbled at his closer nipple. After he asked if I wanted him to cum and got an affirmative, he released his load over my stomach.
I unceremoniously shoved him away from me, back onto the bed, and hurried to the bathroom for cleanup. He hadn\’t masturbated for three days and shot quite a huge load. After cleaning, I returned and tossed him a towel for his own cleanup. We then lounged naked on the bed for a long time, talking with our still-dressed audience, SwingBot. My brain, apparently still not accepting the situation, opted to bring up lots of unsexy topics. My body was just starting to push my brain back and preparing for a second go when we noticed the time. It was getting late and we had to decide whether to kick him out immediately or in a little while. We dressed and the three of us went to the living room.
We hung out for just a little longer before he left. He and SwingBot shook hands, each standing on the other side of our couch. I perversely thought about being equally formal, but decided against it. I wanted to leave no doubt in BG\’s mind how I felt about our experience. So, when he approached me and seemed ready to just have a hug, I hauled him into a brief goodbye make-out. After BG left, I got ready for bed and then had sex with SwingBot.
I had a good evening.