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 Evolving from a Conventional Woman To a Highly Satisfied MFM Lady My true
story



   My name is Diane.  I come from a fairly conventional background.  I had
always thought that any form of public nudity was to be abhorred...  that
people involved in "swinging" or any kind of group sex were sick...  and
that all of my sexual needs would always be satisfied exclusively by my
husband.

   These were my attitudes before I was married, and for the first few
years after I married Sam.

   My first attitude modification happened during a trip Sam and I took to
Europe.  We spent three weeks touring Germany, Austria and Switzerland. 
One of our early stops was at Baden-Baden, Germany.  Naturally we decided
to try a couple of the renowned spas while there.  One of the biggest ones
had two levels...  one for families, and one exclusively for adults.  Since
we didn't have any kids with us, we decided to go to the upper level adult
area.  Naturally we both wore our swimsuits.

   As soon as we entered the large, clean adult area, we were greatly
surprised to find that no one else wore swimwear.  Men and women of all
ages and shapes were using the saunas, steam rooms and pools...  totally
nude!  Frankly, I was the one who felt out of place.  We went back down to
the family area and enjoyed the place.  I thought it was weird that so many
adults casually used the upstairs facilities in the nude.

   The next day we visited another spa called Friedrichsbad...  billed as
the Roman-Irish Baths of Baden-Baden.  This time it was again all nude, but
the men and women had their own areas.  I felt reasonably comfortable going
nude there.

   By the way, if you go to Europe in search of "spas," you are likely to
only find high-end health resorts.  Over there you need to look for
"badens," or "thermes."

   A couple days later we visited Wiesbaden, Germany (just north of
Frankfurt, on the Rhine River).  They had a wonderful "therme" located near
the center of the city, called Thermalbad Aukammtal.  It appeared to be a
municipally operated facility.  It was large, clean, and had really modern
facilities.  Once again, they had family facilities on the main level, and
adult facilities upstairs.  I decided to stay in the family area, but my
husband ventured upstairs.

   It wasn't long before I heard my husband call out to me over a balcony
on the second level.  He said, "You have to see this place," so I agreed to
meet him at the adult level door.  He was nude (with a towel around him). I
still had my swimsuit on.  When I entered I again noticed that EVERYONE was
nude...  except me.  Feeling quite out of place, this time I agreed to go
back and remove my suit before returning.  You know, "When in Rome, do as
the Romans do."

   This place had several saunas of differing temperatures, a very large
two-level steam room, cold plunge, swimming pool, massage area, several
casual relaxing areas...  and a snack bar that served beer, pretzels and
snacks.  With the exception of the girl at the snack bar...  everyone was
nude, men, and women, old and young adult.  Nudity was simply taken for
granted by everyone there.  Even I eventually felt comfortable and stopped
trying to use my tiny towel to cover my crotch.

   After visiting several other "badens" and "thermes" along the way, I
finally reached a point where I was comfortable with my own nudity...  and
that of others around me.  However, while staying at several inns and
motels along the way, we still tended to wear swimsuits when we visited
their in-house saunas, etc.  Much to my surprise, on more than one occasion
while using such saunas and steam rooms (in our swimwear), a guy or a gal
would come in, strip nude in the outer area, enter the sauna or steam room,
and lay on the bench across from us.

   That trip taught me to be relaxed with my nude body...  in limited adult
settings.  I think European people are much less inhibited about nudity
than we are in the US.  Sam and I have since visited a couple nudist
beaches, and I felt comfortable there...  in the nude.

   Then came some of my other "attitude modifications".

   During the early years of our marriage, it was usually Sam who
instigated our sex play.  It was he who seemed to need sexual fulfillment
more than me.  That was OK with me.  I felt I was accommodating his needs,
and although I didn't feel I "needed it" as much as he did, I always
enjoyed our sex play.

   Contrary to many of the letters I read on this site, my husband never
said he wanted to see me have sex with another man.  Nor did he ever
suggest we do any group sex things.

   By the time I reached my early 30s I noticed that it was me who was
initiating sex play more often.  And, when Sam was satisfied and ready to
say goodnight, I often felt less than satisfied.  I seemed to have fewer
orgasms than he did.  He worked hard, long hours, and seemed ready to roll
over and go to sleep as soon as he had climaxed.  Yet, I would often just
be building up to some good sensations...  sensations that were nice, but
not quite at the full orgasm level.  This was not every time, but often
enough that it began to bother me.

   One night when he was done...  and I felt like I was NOT done, I
flippantly said, "I wish you had a twin brother to take over when you are
done with me." He said, "Huh?" Then...  hesitantly...  I told him what I
meant...  that I needed more, extended sexual stimulation than he was
giving me.

   For the next several weeks Sam was more considerate of my needs.  He
made every effort to stimulate me manually and orally BEFORE he entered me.
Often that allowed me to climax about the same time he did.  Then Sam began
to slide back into his old ways...  almost "Wham, bam...  thank you mam."

   Then again during some pillow talk, I mentioned my hunger for more
sexual fulfillment and satisfaction.  A couple days later he brought home
some X-rated videos and magazines.  He said we could watch the videos
together and read the articles...  as a way to "get us hot" even before we
started making love.

   Well, the videos and magazines tended to work, but I still thought the
girls involved in the videos and stories were "sick." Often that feeling
tended to turn me off more than turn me on.

   Finally, one night Sam crawled into bed and...  while playing with me...
told me about an adult club where people soaked in a hot tub, danced and
socialized in the nude.  He said he was sure there was a lot of open sex
that went on there too, but that if we went, we could simply watch...  and
get really stimulated for our own play.

   At first I said no.  I didn't think I would like such a place.  He
brought it up again.  I was again hesitant, but finally I agreed to go and
see what the place was all about.  It proved to be a house-like structure
on the edge of a suburban neighborhood.  There was no evidence on the
outside that this was anything other than one more suburban home.

   At the door a friendly middle age lady greeted us.  She welcomed us into
the living room where we met her husband.  Both were fully clothed.  So
far, nothing to cause me concern.  The man proceeded to explain that the
facility was an on-premise swing club." Oh oh...  there's that word that I
found repulsive...  "swinging." But he explained that some of the people
who visited the club did so simply to meet other people, to enjoy the nude
hot tub, or to socialize.

   He stressed that any sex play between members was strictly between them.
And, he stressed, the rule of the house is "No means NO." So, if anyone
should propose any activity that was unacceptable to us, either of us could
just say "No." Then he gave us a tour of the place.

   We walked back through the former kitchen of the house to an add-on
structure that housed the large hot tub and locker area.  Several men and
women were soaking in the tub.  Then he took us down stairs to show us the
"social gathering room." Several nude couples were dancing to some soft
music that was playing on a stereo system.  There was a bar with soft
drinks and mixers.  He told us that if we wanted liquor, we had to bring
our own.

   Finally, he pointed through a doorway to a dark room that he called "The
Group Room." The entire floor was covered with mattresses.  There was a TV
on one of the walls, playing a porn video, and casting the only light in
the room.  He said any one or any group of people could go in there anytime
to play as they wished.  Nothing more was said.

   We went back upstairs.  Along the way Sam said he would like to try
their hot tub.  "Are your game," he asked.  The hot tub part seemed OK, but
I didn't know about the rest of the place.  I finally nodded my OK, and Sam
paid our entry fee.

   In the locker room we stripped and grabbed towels before walking
together to the tub.  They must have been 6 or 7 people already soaking in
the oversize tub.  Even with us joining them there was room without me
touching anyone.  Having already dealt with my nudity-in-front-of-strangers
issues, I began to get comfortable.

   The people were friendly and talkative.  They varied in age and body
features.  We could not always tell who was with who...  but it didn't seem
to matter.  One lady started talking with Sam while the lady on my other
side began talking with me.  When she (Cindy) learned that this was our
first time at "The Club," she told me that she and her husband came about
once a month, and that she really enjoyed the adults-only environment.

   She talked me into getting out of the tub so she could more thoroughly
show me around.  We wrapped towels around ourselves (fortunately they were
large towels this time), and I told Sam I would be back.  She started by
showing me a part of the upstairs area I had not seen.  It included a room
where (for a fee) one could get a massage.  Then she pointed out two
"closed door rooms." She said those were bedrooms where couples (or more)
could spend some time in private simply by closing the doors.  A closed
door meant, "Do not enter." One of the doors was closed.

   Then we went downstairs again.  This time she pointed out that several
alcoves in "the social gathering room" were fully carpeted (floors, benches
and walls).  The lighting was low there, but we saw couples reclining in
those spaces in various love-making positions...  some just necking, some
involved in intercourse, and one where a woman was sucking on a guy's dick.
I noticed that his dick was rather large for her mouth...  and quickly
looked away.  I was a bit embarrassed.  I had never seen other real people
engaging in sex acts before (other than on porn videos).

   I asked her about "The Group Room." She smiled and said, "That room can
be the most fun of all.  Come, let's look inside." She took my hand and led
me into the large, darkened room.  Soon our eyes adjusted to the darkness,
and we could see small groups of people intimately playing together, on the
mattress-covered floor, in various corners of the room.  Then we stepped
out.

   When we got back to the hot tub we dropped our towels and slid into the
comforting water, still talking about what we had just seen.  She confided
that she and her husband enjoyed going into "The Group Room" just to make
love with each other while watching all the action around the room.  She
said it was such a turn-on that it made their one-on-one sex even better.

   By that point Sam was listening and joined the conversation.  He asked
where her husband was.  She looked at me and said, "Remember that guy
getting the blowjob downstairs?  That was him.  He's just enjoying himself.
It doesn't bother me...  as long as he recovers sufficiently to take care
of me later."

   Sam just looked at me.  All this time Cindy had been very discrete with
me...  no sexual advances, and nothing more than typical girl talk. 
However, at this point Cindy looked at Sam and said, "Would you like me to
do for you what that other gal is doing for my hubby?" Sam didn't quite
know what to say.  He just looked at me for a second, and then said, "We're
here just to enjoy the hot tub." Cindy smiled at Sam, then at me...  and
then said she was going to get a drink.

   "Woo...  I wasn't expecting that," Sam whispered to me.  "Bet you would
have liked to take her up on her offer," I said.  "No...  no...  that's not
why we came her," he quickly replied.  "But I have to admit that I am very
turned-on and in need of relief," he continued.

   I thought about it for a moment then said, "Follow me." We got out of
the tub, toweled off, and I led him to "The Group Room." "Are you sure you
want to go in there," he asked.  I took his hand and said, "Just follow
me."

   After our eyes had adjusted to the darkness we found a back wall where
no bodies could be seen.  We sat down, backs to the wall, able to see the
images on the TV screen, and occasionally able to see the minimally-lighted
groups of individuals playing on the floor across from us.

   As we sat there taking it all in, I reached over for his dick.  It was
hard.  I slid down and started sucking his familiar rod while playing with
his nuts.  He leaned down and said, "That guy laying on his back has a
woman bouncing up and down on his cock while another gal has her crotch
pressed against his face!" I didn't reply.  I just kept sucking him until
he exploded.  I used my towel to wipe him off.

   Sam slid down next to me and began to neck with me.  Every once and a
while we lifted our heads and looked at the various sexual activities going
on around us.  "I can't believe this," he whispered.  He began to suck my
breasts as I laid my head back down.  I was lying on my back.

   Soon I felt hands gently pulling my legs apart and caressing them.  I
thought it was Sam.  I was quite ready to have him get me ready for some
hot sex.  The environment was getting me turned-on too.  About that time I
felt a face press against my crotch and a tongue begin to lick my privates.
Instantly I realized it could not be Sam...  he was still sucking on one of
my breasts.  I started to stiffen up and close my legs.  There was a body
in the way, and the tongue kept licking.

   I raised my head a bit and whispered to Sam, "Someone is licking my
pussy!" Sam lifted his face off my breast long enough to look down across
my body.  Then he put his mouth near my ear and said, "It must be by twin
brother." I giggled a bit, thinking back to what I had said several weeks
earlier.

   Obviously Sam did not mind that some other guy (a guy neither of us
could really make out or recognize) was licking my clit and pussy.  Sam
went back to sucking my breast and playing with my other one...  so I began
to relax.

   My mind began to swirl.  There I was...  nude...  on my back...  with my
husband sucking and playing with my breasts as he has done so many times
before...  with flashes of light from a porn flick minimally highlighting
others in room who were engaged in various sex acts, with occasional moans
evidencing sexual pleasure...  my legs spread apart...  and an unknown guy
laying between them, now dipping his tongue inside me.

   Although the scene was contrary to my previously-held attitudes, I just
closed my eyes and let my body revel in the many enjoyable sensations that
were working their way through me.  Without intending to, I found my hips
begin to lift and press up against the actions of that unseen tongue.  They
really felt good!

   Soon Sam left his place against my breasts and moved up to kiss me.  "I
can feel your body respond to my twin brother's efforts down below.  Do you
like what he is doing?" he whispered, while running his hands through my
hair.

   I could not answer.  I did like what the guy was doing...  but I could
not bring myself to admit it.  My body did it for me.  They guy's tongue
and fingers had found my most sensitive turn-on spots, and my body began to
twist as I moaned my pleasure.  Sam accepted my non-verbal answer and
simply hugged me tighter against his chest as my body quaked through an
intense orgasm.

   Moments later I felt the man pull away from between my legs.  I guess he
left the room.  Sam just showered my face with several small kisses before
saying, "I think we need a good soak."

   He lifted me to my feet and we stumbled out the door.  Back at the hot
tub, Cindy and her hubby were already soaking.  "Welcome back," she said,
as we slipped down into the hot churning water.

   The four of us chatted for several minutes.  I never did tell them what
had happened in "The Group Room." Cindy and her hubby (Steven) were very
nice people...  not the kind of "sick" people I had envisioned as swingers.
Cindy did correct me when I used the word "swingers."

   She said, "We don't see ourselves as swingers.  We see ourselves as
sexually open, but we don't attend swap parties, and we don't lie on the
same bed and have sex with others.  Rather, we just enjoy coming here every
so often to enjoy the highly-charged sexual environment.  Of course,
sometimes Steven brings another guy home to join him in making love to me.
I always enjoy that."

   Well that opened an entirely new conversation...  Steven bringing
another guy to share his and Cindy's bed.

   Cindy said some of the same things I had been saying...  that she was
not always fully satisfied as a result of one-on-one sex with her hubby. 
He didn't seem offended by her admission.  He just said, "As you gals get
into your 30s, you seem to have much more capacity for sexual pleasure than
a single guy can satisfy."

   He went on, "I have gotten to a point where I really enjoy watching
Cindy enjoy having another guy pleasure her and cranking up her libido so
that he and I can take turns screwing her to higher and higher levels of
enjoyment.  The other guy give me a break after I have shot my load... 
gives me time to regain a hard-on so I can take her again after he has shot
his load."

   Sam and I just exchanged glances, not wanting to be judgmental...  and
not really knowing how to respond.  Sam finally asked Cindy, "How do you
feel about being in bed with two guys?" She blushed a bit, but she quickly
admitted that she "loves it."

   Later Cindy and I took a powder room break.  While we were alone I
asked, "Do you REALLY like it when Steven brings another guy to your bed?"
"Oh yes," she said, "it is during those times that I enjoy my sexuality
more than at any other time.  I mean...  I love the sex that Steven and I
have alone...  but it is seldom as intense as when another guy is joining
Steven in playing with my body."

   I was quiet for a moment.  I still had not told her what had happened in
"The Group Room." Finally she took my hand and said, "Diane, if you have
never had another guy screw you while your Sam holds and kisses you...  you
just MUST try it!" We made our way back to the hot tub where Sam and Steven
were still talking.

   Cindy and Steven had to leave...  to get home and relieve a babysitter.
Before they left I got Cindy's phone number and told her I would call
sometime.

   After they left Sam said he was hot from the tub, and suggested we go
downstairs and dance for a while.  We made our way downstairs.  There
seemed to be more couples on the dance floor this time.  We cuddled our
towel-draped bodies into a dance position and began to sway with the music.
Eventually Sam's towel dropped, and with a smile on his face, he simply
kicked it aside.

   I noticed that Sam's dick was hard again.  It was pressing against me.
"Maybe we should take care of this thing," I said, winking at him, as I
wrapped my hand around his dick and began to tug him toward the stairs. 
"Where are you going," he asked.  I told him I would show him the rooms
upstairs.

   One of the rooms was open.  The light was out, so I didn't think about
closing the door behind us.  I pushed Sam down on the bed...  on his
back... legs dangling off the end.  I dropped my towel to the floor...  and
began to suck on his stiff dick.  He just rested his head back and enjoyed
my ministrations.

   This time I didn't want him to come in my mouth.  I wanted him inside
me. I climbed on the end of the bed and straddled his crotch.  As I did so,
Sam lifted his hips and pressed himself inside me.  Even though I had
enjoyed a wonderful orgasm an hour earlier, I enjoyed the familiar feel of
my Sam's dick working inside of me.

   We rode each other that way...  slowly.  Then as I bent over to kiss
him, he began to increase the pressure of his upward strokes.  I guess I
saw shadows of people at the door, but we were too deeply involved to care.
Suddenly the room was dark.  Someone had closed the door.  I felt a pair of
hands rubbing my back as I rode Sam to his climax.  I don't know if Sam
knew...  at that point...  that someone was in the room with us.  It was
dark.

   Then Sam spoke.  "Do I feel someone here?" He had felt his legs being
bumped by those of our unseen guest.  "Yes," came a deep baritone voice. 
"Now that you have filled your lady...  may I take her to the next level?"
the voice continued.  I didn't know what to do.  I just stayed there, legs
spread around my hubby's hips, his softening dick starting to fall our of
my opening.

   "Yes...  yes, of course," Sam replied...  to my surprise.

   From behind me I felt a pair of hands gently lift my rump a bit, causing
Sam's dick to fall out of me.  Instantly I felt the head of another dick...
a hard one...  press against me.  With Sam's and my juices filling my
cavity, the new dick slipped right into me.  The unseen man began to pump
within me.

   I laid my head on Sam's chest and just let the man behind me have his
way with my body.  It did not take long before my partially-stimulated
nerve endings began to respond.  My body was liking what it was feeling.  I
began to push back a little, against the inward thrusts.

   "You OK?" Sam whispered to me.  "Yes...  I guess so" I replied, with my
face partly buried in the hair of Sam's chest.  He put his arms around me
and hugged me tightly as my body bounced from the strokes being taken by
the man behind me.

   "Oh Honey....." I said.  "I can feel it building up deep inside me...  a
bundle of sensations that feel real good."

   Then it hit.  I pressed back...  hard...  against the dick within me.  I
momentarily lost my breath and I know my pussy muscles clenched tightly
against the unseen dick.  My body shook.  I squirmed within Sam's arms.  I
hit a peak of climax that just seemed to go on and on...  and then I fell
flat against Sam's chest.

   The man behind me held my hips tightly as he released himself within me.
My body quaked a few more times as I felt his fluid spray within me.  When
he was done, the man quietly opened the door...  left...  and closed the
door.

   Sam and I just stayed in each other's arms, cuddling and kissing for
another 15 minutes or so.  When we finally decided to leave the room, we
decided it was time to go home.

   At home we showered before heading for bed.  Sam held me in his arms and
said, "Are you OK babe?  Did you enjoy yourself this evening?" I didn't
know how to reply.  I wondered how HE felt.

   Finally I said, "Well...  "I think that between you and your twin
brother, I am one fully satisfied woman tonight!" Then I kissed him deeply
and held him tight.  After a long pause I asked, "How do you feel about
what happened tonight?"

   "Babe...  I had no idea you had so much sexual potential in you.  I was
thrilled to see you get so much sexual satisfaction tonight...  and to be a
part of it with you," he said.  "By the way," he continued, "based on that
deep baritone voice of his, I don't think that second guy was my twin
brother...  but that's OK."

   Sam and I talked a lot over the next few weeks about our night at "The
Club." Our own lovemaking seemed to be more intense since that night.  Sam
showered me with lots more oral sex before he ever attempted to slide
himself into me.  I almost had to beg him to screw me.  We both seemed to
enjoy our sex life at a higher level.

   I even called Cindy and ended up having coffee with her.  This time I
told her everything that had happened at "The Club." She hugged me and
commended me for modifying my attitudes on sex...  particularly as they
applied to having another guy join Sam in giving me pleasure.  She assured
me I would not be sorry...  that she certainly enjoyed those times when
Steven treated her to doubled sexual attention.

   About two months later we decided to visit "The Club" again.  This time
Sam was specifically on the prowl for a guy to join us for some MFM fun. 
We had been talking with a couple in the hot tub when the wife was invited
to join a guy in "The Group Room".  Her husband said, "Go have fun," and
she left.

   After more talk with him (Ryan), Sam asked him if he would like to join
us in one of the upstairs rooms.  He said, "Absolutely!" This time we
closed the door and left the bedside light on.  They guys positioned me in
the middle of the bed and lay on either side of me.  As they sucked my
breasts and ran their hands over my body, I just laid back and enjoyed the
doubled attention.

   I was MUCH MORE relaxed that time.  I ended up sucking my hubby as the
guy ate my pussy.  Then they took turns screwing me.  I think we all
enjoyed ourselves.  Later we met Ryan and his wife back at the hot tub. 
She made a point to tell me Ryan had enjoyed himself, and we were welcome
to invite him to join us any time we wanted.  She said she would have other
things to keep her busy (I learned later that she has her own lover and
welcomes some free time to spend with him).  She gave Sam a card with
Ryan's number on it.

   Since that night Sam and I have met with Ryan several times.  Typically
we meet for dinner before retiring to a motel room.  Actually, I like the
leisureliness of just having three of us together, rather than going to the
busy "Club."

   Ryan has also introduced us to two other guys who he knew to have
extensive MFM threesome experience.  One is a French gentleman who loves to
give me extended oral loving while Sam holds me in his arms.  The other is
a younger guy (probably 21) who I learned later is also the special lover
of Ryan's wife.

   I have discovered that (a) I REALLY love having two guys playing with me
in bed at the same time, and (b) that I especially love necking with my Sam
and laying in his arms while the second guy is filling my pussy with his
dick.  Sam says he like that position too, so he can watch and study my
face and eyes as I reach and work my way through a climax peak.

   What can I say?  My earlier-held, highly conservative views on sex have
obviously been substantially changed.  Am I sorry?  Absolutely not!  I
believe that I enjoy my femininity far more now than I ever did before.  I
certainly feel more sexually fulfilled.

   I also feel that the love Sam and I share has deepened.  He claims he
"enjoys sharing me," and that he "enjoys seeing me experience such intense
sexual release." He says he always feels like he is part of me while I am
being elevated to such sexual peaks, and claims to have "absolutely no
jealousy."

   He doesn't evidence any jealousy.  Since that first night at "The Club,"
I have always encouraged him to get himself a blowjob or a screw from
another gal there.  He has wondered off a few times, coming back to tell me
he got a blowjob, but he claims he wants to save his main hard-ons for
me... so he can play inside me after a "guest" has spilled lubricant within
me.  Who am I to complain?
   Diane.