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 Diary of a VERY Liberated Lady

   I (Joan) have been following Ann's adventures for the past couple of
years...  through reports of her activities which were written by her
husband.  This report (from a very real woman) was written by her... 
primarily about the two weddings she and her hubby had.

   Received in May, 2006

   By Ann

   My hubby said I should write this to share with some of our friends.  So
here goes!

   Mostly just the bare facts, I guess.  I don't know if you could strictly
call it cheating on my hubby most of the time, as I usually tell him all
about it now, although at first I thought I needed to run around behind his
back, like I'd done with all my boyfriends before him.

   When we got married, we had two weddings.  We wanted to have swingers at
our wedding, so he said why not have a swingers wedding party (our motto
was "Cumm and Share the new Couple!"), and then a family wedding later so
we could have some real fun first and then satisfy the family at the other.
I was just barely 19 when we had the first wedding, and then a month or so
later we had the other.

   My hubby and I had been together for over three years when we got
married.  I had been a teenaged runaway who'd gotten pregnant, gone home
and had them (twins!).  Not long after I gave up the babies, I went to a
big party where an old boyfriend was going, and net my hubby-to-be.

   We hit it off, although he was from out of town.  He came to visit me a
lot, and I visited him.  I finally moved in after 6 or 7 months.  I guess
you'd say I cheated on him back then.  With him so far away and me horny, I
saw my old boyfriends, their buddies, as well as girlfriends who I would go
out with, trolling for guys, etc.

   Anyway, he figured it out, and I admitted to some of it then.  I'd done
a 3-sum with a friend's karate instructor and her one night.  I had had a
lot of fun, but felt guilty for some reason.  I drove all the way to see
him and admitted it to him in person (while naked, which I thought would
help).  With me there telling him in person, he didn't seem to mind what
I'd done.

   Eventually he got me to tell about more of what I was doing and had been
doing for so long.  He liked it, and I felt better letting him know.  I
didn't tell him about it ALL, at least not until later when I'd moved in
with him (guess I thought it'd be harder for him to dump me).

   Anyway, he was house-sitting a big place at the time, and I said I'd
move in and help pay expenses.  So I did...  with a girl friend (ummm, more
on that sometime!).  The first day I answered the phone, and it was some
swingers wanting him to join them.  I wasn't exactly sure what swinging
was, but I had an idea, especially when they wanted me to join in too!

   I was intrigued as it all sounded like fun, but I wasn't sure what to
say.  My boyfriend/hubby-to-be asked if I didn't have fantasies about extra
guys, etc.?  I sure did!  So we started doing that, then swapping with
couples after doing 3-sums with some of his friends.  It was ALL fun to me.

   So for the next 3 years we swung 4 or 5 times a month at least,
generally more often.  We decided to have an open relationship (as he told
me, how was he going to control me when he was at work anyway!).  So I
dated around a lot.

   At first I didn't tell him about ALL my dates, some were just "Hi,
you're cute!  What are you doing now?" kind of thing which I'd done since I
was 12 or so, and which if the guys were smart, they would pick me up on
that.  So I'd have a little afternoon or morning fun and go on my way.  I
figured I didn't have to tell him about those, as they were just quick
little fun times with new friends I often never saw again.  We did our
swinging too, of course.

   Then one time after an especially long weekend for me (several dates on
Friday while hubby was gone, then early to a swingers party on Saturday,
which went on until Sunday, then meeting more swingers on Sunday night so
that Monday morning we were having breakfast with our new swinger friends
we met the night before).  My hubby looked at me and said, "You know I
REALLY love you, such a wonderful weekend we had!  I don't think I'll ever
find another girl like you!"

   Then we had to both hurry off to get to work.  During that day my hubby
called me to say, "Lets get married as soon as possible." I said, "You
bet!" It seems one of the guys he worked with had his girlfriend get hurt
over the weekend, and she didn't have any insurance since they weren't
married.  My hubby wanted to get me covered under the insurance he had
through his job.  So that's why he decided to marry me after all.  But then
the job he had didn't last, but at least we were married.

   We haven't regretted it since then either.

   About our weddings, etc.:

   My hubbby thought it would be a great idea to do portraits to send out
to all our friends, along with the wedding announcements.  So he borrowed a
nice camera to do it himself.  He set things up, even borrowed some lights.
He had talked about going out to the woods to take them, but it rained that
day, so we just did it at a friend's house (we were still house-sitting,
not in our little trailer).

   He had me put on a little makeup, and do my hair and nails.  Then he had
me sit down on a stool.  He took a couple shots of me, then put it on the
borrowed tripod, and took some of us together.  Then he began unbuttoning
my blouse then said, "Ok, get undressed," and he undressed too.  I asked
what he was up to and he said, "Now's the time for the nude portraits... 
for our more open-minded swinger, etc.  friends!"

   I was a little shy at first (it was morning and I wasn't totally awake
yet).  My hubby said, "Oh, come on!  Bill took all that video and shots of
us last week in bed with him, and you were telling him 'Take one like
this', and 'Now, like this', as you turned one way and another." He pointed
out how the month before when we were at a party I just had to be front and
center in with all the other couples, so I could see myself with the other
guys there on the TV while they videotaped things.  I had to admit that was
fun, although I'd had a lot more to drink and smoke that time!

   My hubby had chosen the blouse, and told me not to wear a bra or panties
underneath, so it wasn't hard to get undressed.  He told me later the
reason he wanted it done in the morning while we were house-sitting was
that I wouldn't have put on a bra or panties, so there wouldn't be any
impressions on my body from them when he did the nudes!

   So there I was, naked in front of the borrowed camera on the tripod.  He
came over, arranged my hair a little, picked some blouse lint off of my
tits and out of my pubic hair (I don't like to shave, but that's a long
story).

   He 'fluffed' my tits a little, tweaked my nipples to give them a little
pinker, then he took a comb and combed my pubic hair, trimmed it a little,
and then had me spread a little to show my clit and pussy lips.  He pulled
on my pussy lips, and rubbed my clit a little to get it bigger.

   I was already wet before he did that, as all the other times before when
I was naked in front of camera, a lot of fun things would follow, often
with the camera still clicking away.

   I have to admit when we're with nudists (and especially swingers!) and
they have a camera, it does begin to get me wet (my hubby pointed this out
to me).  So with him playing with me to get me to look right 'down there',
I sure got wet.  My hubby-to-be complemented me on how nice my pussy lips
looked, too, once he arranged them.

   So he took shot after shot of me, then (using the timer) he came over
and took some of us both.  I like most the one of me holding his cock and
balls in one hand as I smiled at the camera.  He didn't think that I should
get him up and hard for our formal nude portraits.  I asked how formal
could it be with no clothes on?  He said that my nice pearl necklace made
me look formal!

   Well, as I expected, he got turned-on too toward the end, and using the
timer on our friends camera, he took some 'formal' sex photos (I was still
wearing my pearl necklace!).  This caused a problem getting them developed.
The hardcore shots had to be developed by our friend (when his wife wasn't
around).  He was very kind about developing them and making lots of prints
for us to mail out.

   We had to invite him to our swinger wedding (I umm, showed my
appreciation for him developing ALL the shots for us quietly late at work
one night when he and I were alone, while he made the prints).  He couldn't
make either wedding - swinger or straight.  He said what would he tell his
wife as to why he 'knew' me so well?  But we worked out some time together
now and again since then!

   He did the non-nude, the nudes, and the action shots too.  I did most of
the addressing, although hubby helped stuff the envelopes with the photos.
He was very careful to make sure the non-nudes were in a separate stack,
and he told me to use those for our straight wedding announcements.

   There were a LOT of envelopes of both types so I sat down, had a few
drinks as I went along (and, umm, some smoke).  I did both the straight and
swinger/nudists announcements about the same time.  I sealed them up and
mailed them away.  Not long after we got a call from a cousin of my hubby's
(a younger cousin who I admit I thought was very cute).  He said he REALLY
enjoyed the photo with it.

   Then he asked me, "What are you doing for lunch today?" He was off work
(or had taken off from work) when I said I wasn't doing anything.  I met
him for lunch, had a drink or two (or more!) with him.  He asked if I
wanted to go back to his place?  I sure didn't mind that idea.  It was a
very enjoyable afternoon!  (I remember thinking I'd need to check out a few
more of my hubby's cousins...  if they were all as good in bed as this one
had been).

   He said he'd been fishing with a teenaged nephew of my hubby's, and he
told me I was lucky that that the nephew had opened the wedding invite
before his mom got home!  I got a call the next day from that nephew, and
ended up having another very pleasant afternoon with him while he skipped
school (his mom was away for a few hours at the dentist).

   I guess you'd say these situations were cheating, as I didn't tell my
hubby for a LONG time about these afternoons, even though we had agreed to
tell each other about all our fun times alone.  I wasn't sure how he'd feel
about what I'd done.  A day or so after that we got a call from one of his
aunts who said she was NOT coming to our wedding after the photo she found
in her son's invite!  She hasn't spoken to us since (although I've since
gotten to know her son real well!).

   Lets just say that my hubby was not happy.  It seems I had accidentally
sent out some nudes of me along with the invitations to our `straight'
wedding.  Later on he noticed that I had sent them to just the cute uncles,
cousins and nephews (on both sides too!).  Have to admit that a couple were
opened by the wrong people, but on the whole it all ended up being a lot of
fun for me.

   Now our family all knew we were 'nudists', at least (and since a couple
of the cousins had to brag, most of the guys knew I was a lot more than
just a nudist!).  This caused some family problems, but also meant I made
some nice close family friends!

   All that mixing up of nude and non-nude portraits caused SO much
trouble. But even my hubby said it sure made our weddings a lot more
interesting!  (We had over a 150 prints done of two different nude poses of
us together, and they all were mailed eventually, which should give you an
idea of the number of people we knew at the time).

   We didn't invite EVERYONE to the swingers wedding, as we wanted it to be
a hands-on (penis in, too!) kind of thing.  For that matter, we weren't
sure where we'd have it.  My hubby knows that when I've had a few, and
swingers are around, my clothes don't stay on (and as he says: "And a few
more and it doesn't matter if they're swingers...  as long as they're
cute!").  But we got calls immediately from some of my past boyfriends that
I'd invited.  They said they knew of a hall we could have our swingers
wedding in.  It was right next to a motel.  They said that we could do what
we liked in the hall, then go to the motel.

   My hubby worked most of the week before both of the weddings, evenings
mostly.  Since I don't like to be alone, I had quite a few dates that week
as `last flings.' To be truthful, I wasn't yet telling him ALL that I was
doing, and I was afraid that if he knew just how many dates I was having
just a few days before our wedding, he might get upset.

   I was having 2, 3, 4 or more dates each evening for about a week before.
Some were double dates or more (a date with 2 or more guys at a time).  So
I saw over 30 guys in that week before!  That wasn't all the guys I wanted
to see either.  A lot of others were married and couldn't get away even for
a quickie with me.

   I had a bachelorette party on Thursday before the wedding on Saturday.
Some of the girls that we knew in swinging got together and paid some
well-built black guys to dance for me.  I went over to this girl's house
where they were, and lets just say that I had a lot to drink (and smoke,
etc!).

   The girls knew I liked black guys, and these guys were great.  I helped
the three of them undress, and then they got me undressed too.  I have to
admit that my swinger girlfriends got quite an eyeful as I couldn't keep my
hands or mouth off those guys once they were undressed.

   Usually those guys got down to only a little g-string, but they let the
girls touch if they wanted.  Boy did I touch.  I found out later that they
were told I was up for ANYthing they wanted to do, and were given extra to
be pushy.  Plus, they were told to bring condoms!  So they had an idea what
was wanted from them.  I have to admit they were very enjoyable.

   I got them all hard at once.  They got coins from the girls who were
there (they and I were naked by then!), and they did an odd man out to see
who went first.  The winner kept trying to get me to roll a condom onto
him. Eventually, I did, as he wasn't going to do me unless I did (very
frustrating, I'm not much on that!).  And as it turned out, it broke
anyway.

   I helped the other two get their condoms on too, and they both broke
inside me too!  Those black guys seemed to really enjoyed taking me in
front of the group of white women, and I know I sure enjoyed it.  They took
their time fucking me so that as the last one finished (and we discovered
his condom had broken too), I was quite sweaty.

   I was still going though, and I said, "Hey, how about more!" Since the
first black guy was hard again, he moved between my legs, fumbled with a
condom for a minute, and then said, "Oh the hell with it!" and shoved into
me without it.  The next two did use condoms, and they both held up (I was
quite juicy by then...  as you can imagine!).

   So around 3 am they started dressing and were handed their tips, etc. 
They said they had never enjoyed a party so much!  I got their numbers, and
it wasn't the last time I saw those 3 black guys!  Plus several of my
girlfriends got their numbers from me too, and I know they saw them on the
sly, cheating on their husbands who didn't approve of them seeing guys on
the side...  much less black guys!  So, it was quite a nice bachelorette
party.

   I've always liked black men as I've said, and as it turns out my hubby
likes to see me with them.  That Friday night was my hubby's bachelor
party. He had talked about it when some of his friends brought it up.  They
weren't sure who they'd get for a swingers' bachelor's party.

   Now to be truthful I'd done such parties in the past (mostly when I'd
been dared to do them), and then surprised the guys I worked with just how
far I went on the first one I did).

   I was planning a date that night with some of my boyfriends.  But a
night or so before, I got a call from a girl friend that did topless
dancing etc.  She knew I did bachelor parties for fun, and as it turned out
she couldn't do this one.  Could I step in for her?

   I told her I had a date with some boyfriends, and asked if they be
welcome.  She said sure, they'd probably fit right in, as this was a wild
group.  So, I thought, "Hey, I'll be doing a bachelor's party the night
before my wedding!  And at the same time my hubby is having his!  Great!"

   So my girlfriend came over before hand to help me get ready.  She had
some lingerie she was going to let me have.  She shaved me, got my nails
done, and even got me a really nice blond wig that looked like her hair. 
She helped me douche and take an enema (she knows how far I go on my
bachelor parties!  She always says I go too far, and do too many guys when
I do them.

   She gave me extra lipstick, and put on some of my makeup.  I didn't look
like me, really.  I looked more like her, which was the idea, as she was 21
and I was only 19.  I was going to use her IDs for the event, since I was
expected to drink.

   When I was done perfectly, she left.  She just HAD to work that evening
she said, and was glad I was able to 'fill in' for her.  I thought it would
be fun.  (I found out later the reason she backed out was that she heard
that almost all the guys at the party were going to be black, and she
thought the tips wouldn't be very good.  It was also a set-up as she knew
that it was my own husband's bachelor party!)

   She had been smoking with me and drinking, so when one of the guys
showed up to take me to the party, I was messed up, but looked real good, I
thought.  This black guy took me to this little hall, and I was taken in
through a back door, with a raincoat over me.  I sat in a little room for a
few minutes, and he had me take a few more shots from the bottle he had
with him, and lit up another smoke that he shared with me.

   I'll have to admit I was turned-on.  I love doing that sort of thing,
and thinking about being naked in a few minutes in front of a bunch of
complete strangers, and then throwing myself at them sexually, was getting
me really excited.

   He had me get in a box that was on wheels (it was quite a get-up), and I
was wheeled out.  The box was set on a stage, and I they did a drum roll...
and I came out of it.

   They had lights on me, so I couldn't see anyone at first.  So I started
dancing to the music, until I had off all but my heels, hose, and
fingerless gloves.  I went down to the audience (dozens of guys).  I wasn't
sure who was who by then with all the smoke, pills and liquor, so I started
just letting my own nature take over.

   I do what I call 'full service lap dances,' and I started doing a black
guy in the front row, unzipping him, pumping him a little, going down on
him, slipping a condom on him, and then sliding him into me.  I did another
black guy after him.

   Then there was this white guy next to him whose pants had already been
taken off by the guys.  His dick was up, so I backed up to him.  Both the
black guys had come in me, and both their condoms had broken.  I remember
looking between my legs at this white guy's cock as I aimed it, and seeing
the cum dripping out of me onto his cock.  Then he thrust up into me.

   I was enjoying it when I looked back at the guy.  I was shocked to
realize it was my hubby-to-be!  I wasn't sure what to say.  He still hadn't
realized it was me (with the make-up and wig etc.  that I had on).

   I was doing a lap dance lineup - a group of guys get in chairs with
their pants down, and their cocks up, and the girl goes from one to the
next.  I did them one after the other.  Without revealing myself to my
hubby, I went from him to the next one, and then the next one.

   I don't remember much after that for a while.  I do remember much later,
being on a table on my back with guys going between my legs.  I looked up
and saw my hubby doing me (Mr.  Umpteenth they were calling him).  It was
then that he recognized me.  I was naked, my legs were splayed apart, and a
pool of cum had formed between my legs.  By that point my blond wig was
gone.

   After he was inside me and someone turned some lights on me, they wanted
his reaction to seeing me like that.  By that time my boyfriends who'd
shown up had been telling the others that it was me...  his bride...  who
was doing the bachelor party.

   He finished in me.  Then he went off to sit down, as more guys fucked
me. He said later that he was a little upset at first, but then he said,
"Hey, that's MY girl!" and he really got into it.

   By then it was real late, and he suggested I go home with five of the
black guys who were there.  They were glad to have me, and carried me naked
out to their car.  I spent the night in the arms of a bunch of black guys
that night.

   The next morning they delivered me to the hall where I was to be
married, where I found my wedding gown and some girlfriends to help me. 
Also there were several boyfriends wanting last minute quickies.  So after
I dressed, I told them to come in one after the other, after I sent away
the girls.

   There were at least four of them, then a pause, and my hubby came in. 
He did a quickie with me, wanting me to go down the aisle with his cum in
me.  He marveled that the cum from the night before was still so fresh!

   After he left, two more black guys did me.  Then I went to the bathroom,
where another black boyfriend followed me in.  I bent over for him, and let
him take me quickly.  I then went straight from his arms to my wedding
ceremony!

   I wore no panties down the aisle, and I remember how my thighs slithered
back and forth as I was so full of cum!

   We had intended this to be a swinger's wedding - any and all to share
the two of us at our 'reception'...  although it mostly turned out to be me
being shared around.  There weren't that many couples that showed up. 
Although a lot of couple friends showed up, a lot more of our single male
friends showed up for that ceremony.

   We lost a couple of couple friends when they realized just how many
singles we were seeing too (or at least me!).  These couples sat through
the ceremony, and complimented me on my nice tits that I showed off during
the ceremony (they didn't realize that my top falling down to show them off
wasn't entirely intentional).

   Then as one after another single male guests came up and groped my tits
(that kept being displayed by my top that wouldn't stay up).  They also
kissed me, some even pulling out their cocks (one guy was so turned-on that
he came when I touched him, and he spurted on my wedding dress...  he was a
wedding crasher who'd been told by one of my boyfriends that it was going
to be a really wild wedding.

   This guy had gotten quite turned-on seeing me go around mostly topless.
Then when a couple other guys whipped out their cocks, he did too.  Then
when I just touched him, he spurted on my dress.  Since I've never had it
cleaned, his sperm is still on it.  I even wore it, with his sperm on it,
at my open, family wedding!  I dated him some later on, but he's such a
quick spurter, I stopped seeing him after a few dates.

   Anyway, as I was being surrounded by guys with their dicks out at our
swinger wedding reception, some of the others there asked the guys to 'put
'em away.' Like I said, several of the couples we'd been friends with left
when they saw all this display of single guy cocks.  We'd planned to have a
real party later at the motel across the parking lot, but not AT the
swingers reception.  The hall manager who'd been paid off to look the other
way, had been told that there'd be some female nudity, a little fun, and
we'd move on to our motel (he was invited, but didn't show up at the motel
room).

   Anyway, like I said, we cut the cake then, and as my tits were out
again, my hubby smashed a piece of cake against my left tit.  My hubby then
started eating the cake off my tit, and he let others do the same (some
sucking on my non-cake-covered tit too!).  I have to admit that it was
quite sensuous.

   Eventually my hubby wiped off the cake that was left on my tit (people
told me all the rest the night they could taste the cake on my tit).  We
had a guy spinning some music for me, and so I JUST had to dance.  And of
course I wiggled out of my dress 'somehow', then while dancing with a black
boyfriend (naked like that), he bent me over and slipped into me.  But as
everyone dancing stopped to watch us, my hubby stopped the guy after only a
few strokes in and out (I guess technically he was the first male of my
newly wedded life, but I don't count it as he didn't cum [I don't think]).

   My hubby made me put my dress back on, which was a downer as by then I
was SO turned-on.  That black guy followed me around, and I knew he wanted
to finish what he had started.  I danced with another guy.  Then the black
guy broke in, led me to a table for the gifts, and wanted to give me a gift
(of a wad of his cum, I guess!).

   I was ready, that was sure, so I pulled up my wedding dress, laid back,
and he slid into me again.  Unfortunately right at that moment, the hall
manager popped back in to get the cash from the bar (the bartender sure got
an eyeful!).  So there I was, in a public place (they couldn't lock the
doors of the hall), with my wedding dress hiked up, and a black boyfriend
between legs going at me, my hubby standing by looking anxious...  when in
walks the guy to shut down the bar.

   My hubby made me stand up.  So although the guy had his suspicions about
what I was doing, I (at least) had my dress back down, and my top up. 
Although there was a big black guy with his cock out, still shiny with my
juices from where he had been in me.  The hall manager told my hubby we
better shut this thing down "NOW!" So we all trooped across the way to the
motel, me with my tits out again, of course.  I had SO, SO much fun at that
wedding!

   Then the black guy who'd been in me twice already without cumming, got
what I'd promised I'd let him do...  which was to finish in me.  So as soon
as I walked into the little motel room, I hiked up my dress, laid back on
the little table, and the black guy got between my legs.  That left me on
my back...  with him in me...  greeting everyone as they came in.

   I have to admit it was fun doing that.  The black guy took his time
cumming in me while one after another our swinging friends trooped into the
motel room.  They also got the connecting room, which was good, considering
the number of people that showed up and came through!

   Most of the couples that had stayed came too.  I remember that they
started making everyone come and go through the connecting room so we could
have our fun there.  This one woman undressed, and I remember that after
she undressed, she began kissing me as my hubby got undressed, moved behind
her, and fucked her as she kissed me, while the black guy continued fucking
me.

   So I guess you can see how our swinger wedding went.  It was even more
fun then I thought it would be, what with my boyfriends lining up a nice
private hall where I could be me, and also setting up other things for me
to do, which they knew I wouldn't be able to say no to (my hubby says I
don't know how to say 'no,' but I do sometimes).  Our `Straight' Wedding:

   After the nude portrait mix up, my hubby was of a mind to cancel our
straight family wedding, but we'd already bought the gown (and used it at
our swinger party wedding).  He thought I looked so good in it, and he
wanted our families to see me in it.

   He made me put back the stays in my dress so my top wouldn't drop down
so easily (funny how I didn't put all that many of them back!).  He
reassured everyone that called that the 'nudist' portraits were a 'big
mistake', etc., and that our wedding would be fine, etc.

   He'd made a point to make sure that our swinger/nudists friends didn't
know about our straight family/friends wedding, and that our straight
family/friends didn't know about the swinger party wedding.  For the most
part, this worked for the swinger wedding party, but somehow some of the
guys found out about the family/friends wedding we were planning a month or
so later.

   They wanted to show up.  My hubby warned them that they had to 'play
nice', or at least wait until we got back to the 'wedding night' motel room
that our families had pitched in together to pay for us.  We promised that
we'd tell them where our room was, and that they'd be invited later on.

   Well, my family and his wanted the traditional bachelor and bachelorette
parties.  They even set them up for us.  Now there are members of both our
families who are very familiar with what kind of lifestyle we were living,
and we were warned to not be too wild!

   Several of them who knew me said I should have a bachelorette party. 
With so many family, non-swinger friends and co-workers being there, I
thought maybe they were right.  Anyway,they were both set up by other
family members.  As the bachelor and bachelorette parties went on at the
same time, I didn't dance at this second bachelor party for my hubby.

   We had these parties the weekend before the actual second wedding.  As
word got around about what happened at our parties, we got some calls from
family and friends that they did NOT plan to attend.  I know I got a lot
more attention at work the week after the first party.

   Those who were invited got back to work and let it be known what I did
at that first bachelor's party.  My hubby had worried about what I would do
in front of those girls from our families, neighbors and co-workers.  I
guess he was right to worry.  I eventually lost my job (and my hubby, his
job), but neither of us liked those jobs anyway.

   My Second Bachelorette Party:

   We both got ready together for the family party.  I had him not wear any
underwear, but he made me wear a bra and panties under my dress.  Plus, he
made sure I took condoms, in case I were to sneak away for some fun.  He
begged me not to drink or smoke anything before...  and to please, please,
please be more careful about what I did at the party.

   Well, on this I didn't end up having a whole lot of choice.  Right then
his sister and a couple of my nieces showed up.  They knew exactly what
kind of lifestyle I live, and what I will do if things are right.  So on
the drive over a niece lit up some smoke, and my sister opened the tequila.
We all had chugs from the bottle, and they made sure I took one chug for
each of them.  I was pretty lit-up by the time I got there.

   To my surprise, it was the same hall we'd had the swinger party wedding
in!  I was led in, and I looked around.  All my sisters were there, as well
as my hubby's sisters, as well as cousins, nieces, friends, co-workers. 
etc.  I was very surprised that my oldest sister showed up, as she'd gone
and been born again.  She was the first to leave, and didn't talk to me for
a LONG time after that wedding!

   They set me in chair away from the tables where the rest of them were
sitting.  They had spotlights aimed at me, and they loosely tied me to the
chair, and even blindfolded me.  The music started, and the girls all
applauded as the dancers came out.  I could hear them moving around me. 
Then they began rubbing against me as I sat there tied up.  I could feel
that they both had hard-ons as they rubbed against me.  I knew I was going
to enjoy the night!

   They had already danced around for all the girls.  They took off my
blindfold.  It took me a moment to get readjusted to the bright lights.  I
then saw who they were.  They were too young brothers who were neighbors.
And, as the saying goes, they both had 'known' me (if not together).  They
were just recognizing me too.

   I knew they had some odd side jobs, but they hadn't told me about this
one.  They both looked shocked to realize it was me, and this was with us
not even that close to home.  One whispered, "Do you want to go on with
this?" I said, "Oh, yes!" so they began to dance.

   The way they were dressed made them look like twins, although there was
about two years difference in their ages.  They had on what I found out
later were their matching high school wrestling stuff.  The top and bottom
were one piece shorts, but they'd made it so that it laced up the sides for
both of them with two pieces of nylon twine, tied top and bottom.

   It seems that if you untied the top and the bottom, then pulled gently,
the nylon twine came right out...  so that the thing would come right off
them.  I was amazed how much they resembled each other, although I knew one
was better hung then the other one, and I could tell that from the tight
fitting wrestling thing they were wearing (and also that they were NOT
wearing the cups they wore when they wrestled).  I have to admit that I'd
wanted to get them both together with me sometime, but I wasn't sure I
wanted them in front of all these other girls I knew.

   They danced around in front of me.  Then they stood in front of me, put
the ends of one set of ties in my hands, and had me pull.  It untied.  Then
they had me reach up and undo the top ties too.  They took one of my
fingers to have me hook around the middle of both pieces of nylon ties, and
they danced slowly away.

   The nylon ties came out in my hands.  The little things they wore were
open on one side.  Then they had me pull on the other side ties the same
way, and the sides were loose.  Then they had me grab the loose fronts and
pull as they bent over and danced back out of what they were wearing.

   I have to tell you, I was very disappointed they weren't naked
underneath like I had thought they were.  They had tiny matching thongs on.
On the one brother, his thong proved to be too small to cover his tool when
he danced close, and I couldn't keep my hands off him.  It was right then
my oldest sister left in a huff.  One of my hubby's aunts did too.

   The one brother kept trying to keep his cock in his thong, but as he was
hard, it was difficult to hide it in that little thong.  He mostly danced
looking at the ceiling...  a little out of reach of me, while the other
brother danced closer.  He was able to keep his cock in his thong, and he
was having fun moving around me, unbuttoning my dress, then looking
disappointed that I'd worn a bra (he admitted later that he'd never seen me
in a bra before).

   He soon found it was a front snap bra, and he it undid it.  There I was
sitting there with my tits out, my hand on one brother's hard-on through
his little thong, and the other brother's cock hanging out.  My sister had
left in a huff already, but at that point some of my co-workers left too.

   With them gone, I couldn't' resist when the other brother got a bit
closer.  I grabbed both brothers' thong fronts and pulled down, so their
cocks and balls hung out.  They didn't dance away, and I wouldn't let them
pull the fronts back up.  I did what comes naturally for me.  I went down
on one, then the other.  That got them really hard!

   Well, that brought my bachelorette party to a halt as the bartender
didn't approve (and they had made almost nothing on my family and
girlfriends as none of them much had money to spend and had brought their
own bottles).

   The bartender got the hall manager in (he was new, as the other one had
been fired after word got out about what we'd done at our swinger party
wedding).  He made me button up and the guys put away their cocks and
marched us out.

   My family and girlfriends who were left followed, put the three of us in
the back of a car, and got me a room at the motel right there (I found out
later that my aunt had put it on her credit card!).  Then they marched the
three of us across the parking lot to the room, shoved me into the room
with the two young guys, and said to me, "We know what you guys want to do,
so do it." I have to admit that I sure enjoyed the next few hours with the
two of them.

   One brother had to leave early to get home to his mom.  I enjoyed the
other until he admitted he had to be at work the next day early.  He drove
me home where I found my hubby just being brought home by a cousin of his.
Oh by the way, I didn't mention it, but the two brothers were black as
spades!

   My hubby asked if I'd gotten any, and I had to admit that I had.  He
approved, although I didn't tell him I had TWO guys, or that it was the two
brothers who lived across the lane from us (at least not for awhile after
the wedding when he caught me in bed with the two of them, but that's
another story, I guess).

   I asked him did he get any?  He said "Oh, yes!" He told me how it'd gone
for him.

   My Hubby's Second Bachelor Party:

   He was driven to a new construction site.  The house was done, and was
the show home for the rest of the ones being built.  It seems that one of
his cousins worked construction there and had learned the code to get in.
So that's where the party went on.

   The house had a three-car garage, and that's where they parked the car
full of guys that were with my hubby.  A car was already there, and another
car full of guys had followed.  There were 20 something guys in those three
cars that parked in the garage.  Later on other cars came up.

   He was led into what must have been the living room as it was the
largest room in the house.  There was little or no furniture.  They'd
brought in a lot of folding chairs, although they had one nice sturdy
low-backed chair for him, plus quite a few work lights and some sheets over
the windows.  They tied him to the chair, then blindfolded him just like I
had been.  Then some music was started, and he could hear the guys give an
intake of breath as the girl they'd paid to dance came in dancing.

   She danced up to my hubby, sat on his knee, rocking her twat against his
thigh as she untied his blindfold.  She then danced away and he watched. 
He said she was young, tall, thin, and blond...  with a great ass and
muscular long legs, but not much in the way of tits.  She had more makeup
on then he liked, but she wasn't bad looking.  He said he didn't get a good
look at her face for a long time as she kept swishing her long blond hair
in front of her face.

   She danced about for all the guys there.  She was wearing a harem
outfit, which didn't show too much to start off with.  Oddly she was
wearing glasses to start, but they came off first thing.  She also seemed
to be pretty much into her dancing - out of it really - too much so, but
she sure looked good.

   She wore sandals at first, which she soon kicked off.  Then a little
sheer jacket she had been wearing.  Then off came a little vest. 
Underneath she had on a sheer blouse, and under that could be seen a
matching bra.  The full harem pants were sheer too, but she had matching
thong panties, which could be seen under that.

   She was moving fast and taking things off quickly as she moved around
the room, teasing the guys - touching them, kissing them on the cheek, and
letting them touch her.  They were yelling the usual, "Take it off, girl!"
etc., and she was obliging quickly.

   She was soon down to the harem pants and matching bra top.  A little
midriff covering waistlet came off too.  Her tits were showing by then
through the sheer bra top.  A couple of times she came up and sat on my
hubby's lap, rocking her crotch on his knee, with obvious enjoyment of the
pressure on her clit.

   She had been trying to be coy, letting her blond hair cover her face,
but as she sat on his knee, she put his hands on her tits over the bra top.
Then she had him run his hand underneath to touch her there.

   My hubby said he was sure hard by then!  She let her hands go to him,
and she began kissing him on the neck and nibbling his ear.  Then she was
up dancing away to do the same with guys in the audience.

   When she came back, she sat on his knee again.  My hubby said he could
feel her wetness on his leg.  It was soaking through her panties and harem
pants.  He'd worn some loose cutoff shorts.  She rocked again on him and
gave a low moan as she came.  He thought that was SO sexy.

   Her hand went to his thigh, and then up until she found that he wasn't
wearing any underwear.  Her hand went around his hardness, which (he
reported) sure made it harder!  She pulled his dick out through the thigh
of the old shorts, and worked him up and down.  He said the guys that could
see all went "WhooHOOOO", what with her hand on his cock in the open, and
his hands on her tits under her top.  She reached up and untied her top,
which then fell away...  and she danced away again.

   By then my hubby realized that she was not just really stoned, but
nearly blind without her glasses.  She was working the room again, topless,
letting the guys touch her tits some, and they were stuffing dollar bills
in her harem pants.

   When she danced back to him she turned around, bent over and pulled her
pants down.  He kissed her nice ass.  He realized that her perfume seemed
familiar.  He said she had it on very heavy too.  When she turned around,
he was ready as she sat in his lap again.  He really wanted to see her face
by then, so he pulled her hair back to finally see her face clearly.

   Her eyes were closed, and she jumped away quickly when he did that, but
he got a good look.  It was a bit of a shock...  he knew exactly who she
was.  He didn't think most of the other guys there had an inkling who she
was, but he sure knew who she was!  It was my niece Cindy!

   I knew she'd found a pretty good part time job that paid real well, but
she wouldn't tell me what it was.  It seems she was doing bachelor parties
now that she had just turned 18.  She knew I'd been doing them for years,
and that I made some nice tips doing them too.  So when a guy was talking
about wanting a girl for one, she said she'd do it.  She'd done a number of
them so far.

   She would get stoned, take a few tabs and get to tripping, then put on a
wig and do it after taking off her glasses.  Then it all seemed like a
dream to her anyway, and she thought it was a very pleasant dream too... 
as most of the guys were young and horny.

   My hubby had had the hots for her ever since we first met, and there she
was rubbing against him, pumping his cock and looking great.  He had not
recognized her earlier with the wig and makeup on.  It seems that his
co-workers had asked around for a girl that put out, and they had found
Cindy.

   She didn't realize who the group was she was stripping and dancing for
yet.  There were a number of her cousins there, a couple of uncles, and
others that likely would know her too.  It was good she was dancing nearly
blind, as with her top off they were sure getting an eyeful!

   She danced up and she had my hubby untie the ties on her harem pants so
they fell away.  Then she was only wearing a very small thong bikini panty.
It was a size or two too small, so when she pulled it one way, it came up
between her pussy lips in front, and didn't really cover anything as she
danced away to show herself off to the other guys (who'd paid for her dance
in the first place).

   Cindy knew how I did my bachelor party dancing...  stoned as she was. 
She was doing it the way I did, going farther than she intended, on pure
instinct.  She not only put my hubby's hands on her bare tits, she pulled
his lips to her nipples and let him suck on her.

   I know the effect that has on her, and she was surely hot from letting
him do that to her.  At that point, my hubby said he was sure up for
ANYthing she wanted to do.  He let his hand run into her panties, and a
finger run up into her.  She leaned into him, kissing his neck as he
fingered her off.  She came as he did so.

   She turned to him and began kissing him.  She undid his shorts, which
she then wiggled off of him, so he had nothing on below the waist.  She
moved around to do a little lap dance, settling down on him without a
condom on.  He said he went right into her (she was very wet as she pulled
the thong panties aside).

   The guys went wild (as they usually do when I do that with
soon-to-be-wed grooms).  She then pulled away to dance around.  She came
back, sat in his lap, and as my hubby pulled her hair aside, she opened her
eyes.

   Up close like that she could see who it was.  My hubby says that her
eyes went so wide, and she started to pull away, looking upset, but my
hubby sure didn't want what was going on to stop.  He pulled her to him and
kissed her hard.  She didn't respond at first, but soon she was getting
into it.

   I know Cindy had had a crush on my hubby for a long time, surely knowing
his desire of wanting her.  Due to her age up to that time, nothing had
come of it.  But there she was - just turned 18 and legal.

   They had a mutual lust, and they both were very ready.  Cindy, who was
tripping hard by then, thought she was dreaming somehow, still was acting
shy about doing what she was expected to do at this point (and had done at
all her other bachelor parties...  the main reason she kept busy with
them).

   The guys realized she was being shy all of a sudden, so they stood her
up, marched her and my hubby-to-be to a bedroom.  They had anticipated
this, as there was an old mattress on the floor.

   They pushed the two of them into the room.  Most of them left then,
although some of them knew they could see what was going on in the room by
looking through the partly open curtains.  They did too (a couple of her
cousins eventually realized who she was from watching through that window).


   Well alone in the bedroom together, Cindy mumbled something, and my
hubby said something about how no one else knew who she was, and asked her
if she didn't want to do it, etc.  Cindy said she it felt so much like a
dream, and one she wanted to live out, so she only responded when he began
kissing her and led her to the bed.  Lets just say that they fulfilled
their mutual fantasies of some years that night!

   When they entered the room, none of the other guys knew who she was, or
her relation to my hubby.  But, by the time they'd gotten down to business,
her cousins knew who she was!  They had fun several times, and my hubby
said she was very good.  I pointed out that I'd taught her how to do it,
and had given her pointers for years on how to take care of boyfriends.  I
guess she sure did...  and with gusto too.

   So when he came home and told me who it was, I just congratulated him on
finally getting with her.  At first we didn't realize anyone in the family
knew who she was, but later found out they did.  Also, later on Cindy was
embarrassed that she'd done it, at least for a while when she was straight,
but I made her realize it was just something between two adults that liked
and admired each other (bodies at the very least!).

   I won't go into what has gone on since then, but it has been enjoyable
for them both when they could work out the time to get together...  now
that Cindy is married.

   My hubby got quite a rep at work after we were finally married after
first the bachelor party (first with me, then the one with Cindy), what
with all the noise I made while they were listening to hear me cum and cum
and cum at mine...  then as they stood around to hear Cindy cum and cum and
cum!

   Several of the guys he worked with introduced him to their wives and
admitted they were trying to get their wives into swinging.  My hubby
succeeded to get several of the wives to at least try 3-sums!

   For our family/friends wedding we had a Wedding Rehearsal Dinner, or at
least a rehearsal with some cold cuts and a keg after for a dance.  We had
the same guy perform the ceremony both times, and he was able to be more
sedate for this one.  We didn't really ever have a honeymoon (couldn't
afford it) and my hubby worked, as did I.

   I saw more of my boyfriends during the week, and even right before the
rehearsal, so even for the rehearsal I had some black boyfriends' cum
moistening my thighs as we rehearsed.  My husband didn't know I'd gone off
for quickies with two guys, so I guess that counts as cheating on him, as I
didn't tell him for months and months about what I went off to do right
before the rehearsal.

   At the rehearsal I was wearing a short dress that had string straps that
tied, and yes, they 'just' wouldn't stay tied!  (especially when I got
drunk at the dinner and was dancing).  As so many family members were
there, it embarrassed him a lot.  He kept retying the top, but they
wouldn't stay tied unless you double tied them, and I didn't tell him about
that...  as I was having too much fun.

   Some of his family came up to us, said I was disgusting, and that they
were leaving and weren't coming back the next day.

   His other family members told him it would work out.  By then most
everyone had left, but those left said we should go on with things, that I
made a lovely bride, etc.

   Now some of those saying I made such a lovely bride were boyfriends and
couples that were able to keep their swinging lifestyle separate.  When one
of them asked what we were doing later I said, "What do you have in mind?!"
They said, "Lets all go dancing!" so we did some barhopping, and I got
really drunk doing a lot of things with boyfriends and guys I met as we
barhopped.

   We got separated for awhile and I had some fun with some new guys I met,
then when I caught up with my hubby I didn't mention them.  My hubby knew
I'd played around some as we went around from bar to bar, but not all of
it.

   Eventually, when one of the couples asked us all back to their place, we
went...  us, another couple, a couple of single guys, and a bi-girlfriend
we ran into.  She finally got to do what she wanted to with me (and found
that at the parties we had a LOT of fun!).

   Later on this girl had to get a ride home, so I took her when she begged
me to.  Seems that she wanted me to help her make her boyfriend happy,
since she knew he'd be mad at her for being out so late, unless she brought
home a bi-girlfriend for him too.  I was glad to oblige.  He was cute!  The
two of them even showed up for our wedding the next night.

   I got back about 5 am of my wedding day, and things were still going,
although I'd been missed.  One of my married girlfriends (who was there
with all the others at the party) greeted me by asking for a 69.  Seems
she'd just been with my hubby, and she knew I liked that.

   After we relaxed, she asked me who I'd been with.  I told her a really
cute guy who was the cute blonde's boyfriend.  Eventually we woke up late
the next morning, I with a new boyfriend on top of me, with a couple others
on either side of me, and my hubby watching while enjoying himself with one
of our married swinger wives (her hubby was the one on top of me).

   We all went to a late breakfast, and we had just gotten back when family
started showing up to help me get ready.  I offended one of my older Aunts
when I wouldn't wear panties or a bra.  I guess she hadn't heard about what
had gone at the rehearsal dinner.  She is such a sweet person, I felt bad
about making her unhappy and by offending her, but I had plans, which
didn't include having a bra or panties in the way!

   And, yes, as my family tried to keep me from seeing my hubby-to-be, I
had more time to myself (or at least I'd ask them to leave me alone for a
while as I waited).  I knew that some boyfriends were planning to be there,
and planning to get some final free nookie from me.  So I was able to work
in quite a number of quickies during that day.

   I think I offended a lot of my family, and his too, with all the young
black guys who showed up in nice suits.  They were very familiar with me -
kissing me, holding me and just generally being very familiar with me -
getting caught touching me, and with me touching them or being seen leaving
my dressing room at they zipped up.

   We did this wedding at a church, at the insistence of my mom and that
nice old aunt of mine.  Later on my hubby said we should have burst into
flame from the things he had done, and what I had done too.  But we didn't,
although we were asked never to come back to that church!  As a lot of it
happened at the wedding hall adjoining the church, it was very late before
we were asked to leave.

   Prior to the wedding, I had been smoking with my sister, so I was flying
pretty good when she sent in a guy to see me.  I was glad to have him. 
When he left, another aunt came in to do my hair.  She remarked on my
unusual 'musk' scent!  There was a knock, and I asked her to leave through
another door.  As the door closed behind her another black man came in...
with a friend behind him.  I got them in and bent over for them.

   I did over 10 guys that afternoon, more than half of them black guys I'd
never seen before (as that one boyfriend knew how I like doing strangers,
especially nicely-built young black guys).  He had told them that if they
spruced up, got on a tux, and acted nice...  they'd get some nice white ass
(me!).

   The last one was leaving as I put my skirt back down.  I was looking at
the sperm stain on it from before, when in came a couple of my aunts and my
mom saying it was time to go right then.  I glided down the aisle again, my
thighs again slipping back in forth from what was oozing out of me.

   As we stood side by side, my hubby said, "Who did you?  I can smell it
on you!  Was it the same black guy from last time?" And although the guy he
was referring to had done me 4 or 5 hours before, there was very little of
what he put in me by then (what with the volume of what had been put in me
since).

   I told him that it was not the same black guy.  Then the ceremony
started, and I had to fight to keep my tits in.  My top kept trying to fall
down since I'd taken out most of the stays I'd earlier put back (but not
all of them, like I'd done for our swinger party wedding).

   It was only when I was cutting the cake and bent over to do that, that
my top fell down the first time.  Then when I was throwing the bouquet, it
fell down again.  I pretended it had not happened when my aunt ran up and
adjusted it.  She insisted on putting in a pin to keep it up, and said I
should get the place I bought it from to fix it.

   By then I had been smoking a lot, and I then drank a lot of the spiked
punch.  My top stayed up for a while.  I did have a lot of family come up
and ask why there were so many strange guys there, especially so many young
black males.  I said that most of them were from where I worked (a lie),
but they insisted they were party busters.

   I said they weren't causing any trouble, and to let them stay, so they
did.  Later on when I was dancing, I took out that pesky pin my aunt had
put in (she'd left by then), so I could dance with some of these new black
friends and maybe talk to them (and later maybe lie back and spread for
them).

   They mostly just wanted to talk about how they could get me alone again,
which would have been fine with me.  I did slip away with one guy.  My
hubby almost caught me with him.  I was pulling my skirt down, as the guy
slipped out a door.

   Our After-Wedding Party:

   As my tits kept popping out (and I'd been seen by a janitor for the
church with that last black guy...  my first as a newly wedded bride!) they
told us we had to shut down.  My hubby had a girl pin my top up so I could
go out.  As we were getting in the car, we were approached by a few of the
black guys about where we were going.  I blurted out our address, and we
drove away.

   We had planned to have a nice little party with some couples and singles
afterward anyway, but it seems that my blurting out our address got around.
We had a BUNCH of black guys come by late that evening.

   Some of the couples left when so many black guys came in, but we still
had a nice party with two other couples...  and I don't know how many
singles.  In the morning I looked around when first I woke up.  I had a guy
on/in me.  By then it was almost all black guys there, filling up our
little trailer, as well as one young black girl being enjoyed by my hubby.

   When we'd first showed up back at our place, they were waiting for me.
That's when several of our white couple friends left.  I was carried in by
a couple of black guys who laid me back, pulled up my dress, and took me
with my hubby standing there waiting a turn.

   I remember that four black guys went with me before he was able to get
into me.  That's when that black girl came in the front door, naked.  She
came up to my hubby and began kissing him.  She drew him away, and he
finished in her instead.

   My hubby didn't cum in me until two days after our wedding.  That cute
little black girl really got his attention every time he started on me.  I
found out she'd been told to do that, but she found out he was fun to be
with.

   We sure had a house full of black house guests on our wedding night!

   That whole day was a constant in and out by our swinger friends, keeping
me busy, and my hubby too.  Finally, about 8 am on the Monday after my
hubby said, "I have NOT cum in you yet, and I'm going to do so right now!"
He did too!  Although at the time the bed beneath me was soaked with the
cum from all the guys that'd already been with me.

   I have to admit that we had TWO wonderful, perfect (as we saw it)
weddings.  We lost more than a few friends, and got some family so they
wouldn't talk to us anymore.  But we also made a LOT of new friends.  Maybe
I shouldn't mention this, but we also got to be very intimate friends with
some of our family members!

   We were kept busy with new swinging friends for some time after that. 
For a long, long time afterwards, I didn't tell my hubby how much, or with
who, I'd cheated on him before and after both weddings, etc.  I was afraid
he'd get upset about it all, and he was, but he has forgiven me since then.
To be truthful, he admits he got very turned-on each time I told him one
more person I'd cheated on him with before and during our wedding.

   He admitted too that he had some real mixed feelings about it all.  It
bothered him on one hand when after each wedding ceremony, he was the 4th,
5th or even 15th or 16th guy to cum in me after the wedding, although he
got quite turned-on seeing me with so many really fine black studs.

   I become much closer to that one niece (Cindy).  I had to talk to her a
lot to make her accept that what had happened was fine with me, nothing
wrong for two adults to enjoy together.  She eventually accepted it, and
was happy to be our intimate close mutual friend.

   Well my hubby points out that I've written more than I've ever done
before.  I've spent the whole Easter Weekend writing on this whenever I had
a moment.  I just went on and on as I remembered things.  I wanted to get
it all done by myself for once.

   Now we do know others who have had two weddings - a swinger party and a
regular wedding, but mostly they are people we knew who then got married
and did what we did.  We hope it gets to be a wave of the future, as it has
made my life SO much fun.

   Well, I can't believe I wrote so much!  Hope that's ok.  Not sure I'll
ever have time to write so much again, but we look forward to seeing what
you can do with it!

   Kisses,
   Ann