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Eyes Wide Open
By SusieB (susan_wonderland@yahoo.com)

***

The man I loved wanted to share me. This is my story 
of how I dipped my toe into the world of swinging. 
(MF, wife-sharing, swingers)

***

This is a true story of something I did that I once 
thought I would never ever do and, because of the 
profound effect, I needed to write about it. It’s a 
story about the man you love, as well as fate, pushing 
you in a direction and eventually surrendering to what 
seems to be utterly inevitable. This is how I dipped 
my toe into the pool of swinging. Feedback welcome.

***

It was a Saturday morning. My husband of one year and 
I were sitting outside on the patio on a beautiful 
day. Out of the blue, without warning, he asked me if 
I wanted to try swinging. I was shocked and, without 
thinking or even blinking, my right hand found its way 
to slapping him. Why would he want to be with another 
woman? What am I doing wrong?!? 

I met my future husband sophomore year in college. He 
wasn't like the football players I grew up with who 
were always talking about their conquests. He was 
smart, sensitive and well spoken. He was my first 
sexual experience. It wasn't until after college that 
things permanently clicked and he proposed. 

And here we are... a year after the wedding, where I 
pledged to be with no other man, and he's asking me if 
he can be with other women. I sat there shocked with 
my hand pounding from slapping him. I stormed inside. 
Early that evening, he apologized saying it was a 
random thought. Over the next few weeks, he kept 
bringing it up, as a joke. We'd walk by a magazine 
stand at Barnes and Noble, and he'd point out a mag 
cover with one woman standing in between two men and 
say,"Wouldn't you like that to be you?" He was 
planting the seed and trying his best for me not to 
take it so seriously.

I began to wonder about swinging. What was it really? 
How could a woman who took marriage vows want to be 
with another man? Was it the experience, was it the 
man, what is it about swingers? The thoughts would 
swirl in my mind at random times. Wikipedia helped a 
bit in my education. But it seemed superficial, there 
had to be something deeper. Do you ever find it funny 
how life puts you in situations and you learn many 
things about yourself?

A few months after the topic of swinging was first 
brought up, some college friends contacted me. They 
were having a study session and asked if I could help 
them. They were all meeting at David’s house. David 
was a senior in college when I was a freshman, but we 
shared mutual friends. He moved back to the US after 
living in London for 4 years. 

My car was in the shop so my husband dropped me off at 
David’s place. I asked him to come inside and catch up 
with the gang, but he didn't want to. He never liked 
David. When I got to the door, my friend Shelly 
answered. Big hug walked in and caught up with 
everyone. Then David entered the room, and gave me a 
big hug that took me off my feet. I blushed a little. 
It was his home, so he was dressed more relaxed than 
everyone - muscle shirt, loose jogging shorts.

We all sat in the living room, talked about college, 
professors, and their upcoming finals. Someone asked 
David how he enjoyed London. He talked about a few 
things, and then he said the word that probably moved 
in slow motion in everyone else's ears but caused time 
to a halt in mine. "I was a swinger the entire time 
there." Swinger - I know what that is. They were all 
surprised, and some asked what that was, but their 
questions and thoughts were again, superficial. 

I had an idea of what it was, and my husband wanted to 
be a part of that world - a world David had lived in 
the past 4 years. I couldn't stop staring at him for 
the rest of the night. I then found myself moving to 
sit next to him and asked him questions like how he 
got into it, what did he think of it, and his answers 
surprised me. I tried to talk as lowly as I could and 
usually only during a time when everyone else was 
caught up in a conversation. I don't know how long I 
was talking to David, but I realized that I had kicked 
off my flip-flops and was sitting in a very 
comfortable position next to him. 

He talked about the openness of sexuality in Europe 
and how he primarily joined couples. He liked that, 
that husbands in Europe are more open, and when they 
realize that their wife wants more than what they 
have, they do their best to get that need taken care 
of. How wives are special creature that should be 
taken care in a more specialized way and that requires 
a special man. I wanted so much to have a long 
conversation, but I had to squeeze small chats into 
our time. Throughout our conversation, I could feel my 
face hot and my heart going a mile a minute. It was 
like he had me in a trance, and I had to snap myself 
out of it. 

I excused myself and went into the kitchen for some 
wine. I had to gather myself,"Susan, get a hold of 
yourself!" I came back into the living room, but sat 
on the couch opposite David. Starting getting back 
into the conversation with the group, but still 
wondered,"Why would a husband bring another man into 
their bedroom?” I glanced at David when he joined into 
the conversation. His shorts were baggy, and given my 
angle, I began to learn WHY he was in demand. 

At first I couldn't make it out, but then I did. It 
just dangled there, flaccid, and bigger than I had 
ever known. My first reaction was shock, but my 
physical reaction, my mouth got watery as if I was at 
the movie theater about to buy a dill pickle. It 
shocked me. I looked away, but it was too late, he saw 
me staring and knew what I was looking at...he smiled.

We continued with the study session for about another 
hour. I swear my face was red the entire time. I was 
even asked if I was feeling well. 

When the group started to break up, Shelly offered me 
a ride home. As we were walking out the door, David 
grabbed my arm and told Shelly,"She's going to help me 
clean," and shut the door before she could say 
anything.

Those two seconds led my heart to beat a mile a 
minute. He put his arm around me and told me not to 
worry - the nervousness must have been all over my 
face. He said he wanted to talk. He grabbed my hand 
and led me to the couch. He's never grabbed my hand 
before. My feet felt like stone, like they were 
weights walking with him. He sat me on the couch, and 
went to get us a glass of wine. He sat at the other 
end of the couch, with his back to the armrest and 
legs on the couch, and asked "Why are you so curious 
about swinging? You were the only one that asked 
questions." I tried to avoid answering him directly, 
but he didn't buy any of my reasons. 

Then I told him,"My husband wanted to try it." 

"Ahhhh," THAT he believed. 

He knew my husband in college, but they never got 
along. David was more boisterous, and my husband was 
more the intellectual. Once I confessed why I was 
curious, it was his turn to ask questions. 

"What did I think, what was my reaction, what did I 
think of him swinging..." With each question and 
answer I began to feel more at ease. Perhaps the wine 
helped. I kicked off my flip-flops and began to relax 
on the couch too.

He began going more in-depth with why and how he began 
swinging. He enjoys playing his part in the world, and 
he can't imagine living any other way. As he talked, I 
couldn't help being captivated by his enthusiasm. I 
also couldn't get the picture out of my head of what I 
saw earlier, and would instinctively glance in that 
direction occasionally. Not sure why - did I think it 
was going to come out? I kept telling myself I didn't 
see what I thought I saw - it couldn't be that big.

Not sure how it happened, but as he was talking, he 
had grabbed my foot and began massaging. When I did 
notice, I was a bit taken back but at the same time a 
little voice inside me said,"Thank God, I painted my 
toenails." Strange I know. So there I was, captivated 
with his take on swinging, and at the same time 
getting a GREAT foot massage. 

Then he said it,"One thing you learn is controlling a 
woman's body from head to toe." 

I foolishly said "Like what?"

It happened very quickly, but at the same time very 
slowly in my mind. He lifted my right foot, and slowly 
my big toe disappeared into his mouth. What happened 
to me next was the most amazing moment ever. All of a 
sudden, lightning exploded down my leg, up my thigh 
and through my spine. My whole body exploded in goose 
bumps. I found my back arching, body shaking and mouth 
gasping. It lasted maybe one second, but I'm sure my 
face had an OMFG expression.

He then quickly began talking about how I should 
swing, Marriage goes both ways, and if I love my 
husband, then I should do it. After all, his asking is 
giving consent to explore and I should take it 
seriously. You know what...he made sense. He continued 
talking about the role of wives in making their 
husbands happy by swinging, and I listened. He didn't 
talk for long, but long enough for me not to expect 
him to take my left big toe into his mouth again. Same 
result. 

"What was he doing to me?" is what I thought. It was 
as if I no longer had control of my body. I wasn't 
telling it to move or shake, I had no part in that 
control. But he did, he made my body move against my 
will or thought. It was listening to him.

He then told me how he ran into my husband few months 
ago at the gym; that they showered in the same area; 
and that my husband reminded him of other husbands in 
London, so he's not surprised that he asked me to 
swing. 

I asked,"How so?" 

He said,"He's lacking." 

"In what?" 

"In this." He quickly pulled down his zipper and 
pulled it out and laid it next to my foot. I did see 
correctly.

I'm 5'7" and wear a shoe size 6. I've lain in bed with 
my husband and when erect, my foot is longer than his 
endowment. David was not erect, and my foot was small 
in comparison. My mouth dropped and my heart was 
racing! The image of it and the scale between that and 
my foot seemed unreal. It was intimidating, how could 
it be that big? 

I intentionally didn't think it, but somehow, my big 
toe moved over and gently went across it, up and down. 
That was all the indication he needed. In one quick 
movement he grabbed my ankles and pulled me across the 
couch towards him. I landed on his lap with my mouth 
open, gasping for air. He saw it as consent, and 
before I knew it, I was making out with David. 

His tongue was larger than what I was used to, and he 
kissed with passion, and surprisingly I found myself 
kissing back. Was I really doing this, David was a 
friend, how can I be kissing a friend. As we kissed I 
felt something warm and moving on my right thigh, and 
getting larger. I knew what it was.

I'm not sure how long we kissed, but eventually he 
carried me off to his bedroom and left the door open. 
While standing beside the bed kissing, my phone 
started to ring; the ringtone identified it as my 
husband calling. I didn't answer it.

He carried me into the bedroom; my senses must have 
been on EXTREME-sensitivity because as he began to 
stand me up, I could feel almost every fiber of the 
carpet touch the bottom of my foot. As I stood there 
in front of him, a little voice inside me kept 
questioning what I was doing and telling me that I 
should leave. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't. What 
happened next was the most erotic experience I have 
had having my clothes removed.

He moved behind me, I could not see him. All of a 
sudden I started feeling little tiny kisses on my neck 
and shudders. My grandma called them,"angel kisses." 
His hands appeared from behind me, and I looked down 
and witnessed him very slowly begin to unbutton my 
blouse. My heart was racing. When he was done undoing 
all the buttons, he slowly, and I mean slowly began to 
remove my blouse by slowly dragging the fabric along 
my shoulders. I just stood there and felt every fiber 
brush against my skin slowly. 

Again, my cell-phone rang, and again, the ringtone 
indicated it was my husband. It rang and rang and 
rang; almost in tune with my blouse inching off my 
shoulders...until my blouse hit the floor. It was so 
conflicting. Part of me wanted to run to the phone, 
but my feet and legs were in concrete and not going 
anywhere. 

This was going to happen no matter what my mind 
wanted. Again, the angel kisses, gentle blowing into 
my ear. My body was ultra-sensitive and everything was 
magnified. He moved in front of me, got on his knees 
and began giving my tummy kisses as he unbuttoned my 
shorts. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled them off me, 
lifting each foot out of them and tossing them aside. 
He arose and disappeared behind me, and one by one, I 
felt each of my bra clasps become undone... until 
finally only my shoulder straps and breasts were 
keeping it on. He moved in front of me and reached out 
for my bra grasping it firmly. 

He then began to pull on it. First, my breasts were 
released from the bra and lightly bounced on my chest. 
Then, as he continued to pull the bra, he pulled my 
arms forward until they were totally outreached 
towards him. He pulled one more time and my bra hit 
the floor. He stepped forward and I could almost hear 
his heartbeat, it was as fast as mine. I could see the 
pours on his face, his lips, and feel the warmth on 
his breath. 

On his knees again, giving my tummy kisses. My phone 
rang again - it was my husband. David wrapped his 
fingers around my hips and began to pull down my 
panties, all the while gently blowing on my belly 
button and lower. The phone was ringing. He pulled 
lower and lower, his breathing moved lower as he 
followed his progress. The phone was still ringing. My 
panties were at my hips, and he kissed me around my 
vagina. 

The phone was ringing... louder this time it seemed. 
Each ring seemed louder. My panties were at my ankles, 
he picked up my feet to step me out of them and tossed 
them aside. The phone was still ringing. Then he stood 
in front of me, totally dressed, while I was not. The 
phone stopped ringing. He leaned forward for a kiss, 
we kissed. My phone alerted me to the arrival of a 
voice mail. I fainted.

When I woke up, I wasn't sure where I was. I opened my 
eyes, and everything was unfamiliar. Then I realized I 
was naked and knew it did happen, or it is happening. 
David walked in with a glass of water, and very happy 
my eyes were open. He helped me sit up and helped me 
sip a cup of water. He asked if I was ok. I was 
embarrassed that I fainted. How LAME was I? I laid 
back down, so embarrassed I wanted to hide under a 
rock. He lay beside me. 

I didn't realize I was covering my body up with my 
hands. He slowly removed them and told me it was ok. I 
turned to face him, and then we were kissing again. 
God, he's a good kisser. While kissing, he began to 
lead me back to a standing position. What was 
happening to me? I followed his kiss like a love 
struck school girl. There we were again, like nothing 
happened, standing in front of each other. He was 
completely dressed, and me nude as a new born baby. 

He told me if I wanted to continue, I would have to 
undress him. That would be my consent. I was nervous, 
my hands were shaking. So he helped, he guided my 
hands to the bottom of his shirt and helped me lift it 
over his head. He guided my hands to the button on his 
shorts, I undid it - the sound of me pulling down the 
zipper still rings in my ear. The shorts were very 
loose on him so once I undid the zipper; they dropped 
to the floor like a curtain falling in a 60's Broadway 
show. It was unexpected and sudden, but there it was, 
standing at full attention. It was a lot bigger than 
what I saw before. 

It was intimidating. He reached out, and grabbed my 
right hand, and pulled out my index finger, and slowly 
he traced it from bottom to the tip and around and 
back again. I found myself stepping closer as he did 
this, until eventually he let go of my hand and I 
found myself doing on my own. One finger turned to 
two; turned to three, until eventually I was holding 
all of him in my hand.

My body, mind, and soul were used to that body part 
feeling a certain way and looking a certain way in my 
hand. I could hold my entire husband with one hand. My 
mind couldn't comprehend how heavy it was, how much 
mass, how much girth, and my hand looked so tiny. I 
got weak in the knees again, but David caught me.

David grabbed me by my shoulders as my knees started 
to give out. He asked if I was ok, and I'm not sure 
what happened. As the sudden feeling started to wash 
away, I looked down and noticed that I never let go of 
him. He was still in my right hand. I couldn't stop 
staring at the size difference between him and my 
hand, and I started to reach out with my left hand, 
slid my right hand down to the base and grabbed 
hold...both my hands hit. I was shocked, like a lost 
girl I looked up at him, he gave me a kiss on the 
forehead, and told me it was ok, and encouraged me to 
explore. 

It was a being unto itself, the tip had well defined 
ridges, not something you notice about the tip unless 
you’re up close or its large enough be discernible 
from a distance. It was warm, vibrating with energy. 
It was heavy, heavier than my senses and mind 
attributed to that body part, and it was intimidating. 
It dwarfed BOTH my hands and was hard. Really stiff 
and firm, it wouldn't move without effort on my part. 

I was startled when he spoke. I almost forgot he was 
in the room, more importantly I forgot that I had 
undressed him. We both stood there, completely naked 
in his bedroom. He took my face in his hands and 
kissed me very, very passionately. It was like we'd 
been doing this for years. I couldn't believe how 
natural it felt to kiss him. At the same time, there 
was a twinge of disbelief that I was doing this at all 
and NOT kissing my husband. This is not the man I gave 
vows to, yet here I am standing in his bedroom, my 
clothes scattered on the floor like pieces of me that 
had to be removed to let the real me out. I began to 
meet his passion in the kisses with my passion. He was 
pulling me in deeper, and I knew it.

I'm not sure how long we kissed, but it was quite a 
while. We stood there kissing, his arms wrapped around 
me, my hands wrapped around "him." The only reason we 
stopped is because I was startled when his toes 
touched my toes. Of all the things to get startled 
about this deep into what was unfolding. I looked down 
and saw there was something very intimate, seeing my 
feet next to his feet. 

I never saw my feet as sexual instruments. I played 
soccer, walked around barefoot, they were just feet. 
But when my toes disappeared into David’s mouth they 
became something more... a path to euphoria. And now 
seeing my toes touching his toes... made what was 
happening that much more real.

He asked me sit down on the bed for a minute. I did. 
As I sat there, on the edge of his bed, nude, I 
wondered "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SUSAN?!" It was 
weird seeing my friend walk around nude, so confident 
in his walk. "I'm seeing DAVID NAKED?!!?" He reached 
out for my hand, as if I was walking off a stagecoach, 
and let me to the bathroom where he had a hot shower 
running. He led me into the stall. Our time in the 
shower was so surreal. 

What was an emotional roller coaster ride up to this 
point turned into... jovial fun. He cracked jokes, we 
splashed water on each other, and it was the complete 
opposite of everything that had happened up to that 
point. We were being friends, we were naked, but the 
quick change from uber-sensitive to now laughing like 
school children seemed so surreal. It made light of 
the intensity that was happening earlier, and gave my 
heart a chance to rest.

We were in there for quite a while before we rinsed 
off, David stepped out first and grabbed me a towel 
and began to dry me from head to toe. Seeing my thigh 
jiggle while he dried it was quite a sight. It just 
made it more real, this was going to happen. He dried 
himself off then walked me to the mirror and stood 
behind me. My heart skipped a beat. It's one thing 
being behind one’s own eyes and witnessing the 
unfolding of the afternoon’s events. It was quite 
another being slapped in the face with the truth when 
you see yourself naked in front of a mirror with 
another man that is not your husband. 

There I was, looking back at myself. It was like 
looking at a stranger. Who was she in the mirror? She 
wasn't the loyal married woman I've always known, or 
the responsible woman that most of my friends look to 
for relationship advice. She was someone else, I 
didn't recognize her, but she was stronger than me, 
and all I could do was watch. 

David grabbed a brush and stood behind me, and while 
we both looked at each other in the mirror, he slowly 
brushed back my hair. I felt so protected, so safe. 
This may sound strange, but it was like he was a big 
brother, taking care of me. When he finished, he 
grabbed a firm hold of my hand and began walking me 
back to his bedroom. I knew what this walk meant. I 
found myself matching his stride, everything in slow 
motion. An old familiar feeling emerged. It felt 
like/reminded me of being a young girl and being taken 
to the doctor by my mother for a shot. That same 
familiar apprehension was back, it was there inside me 
as he walked me into this bedroom. "This is what my 
husband wanted me to do, isn't it?" ...Isn't it?

There was a small couch in David's bedroom. He sat 
down in it, and placed me on his lap, wrapped his arms 
around my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed 
back. By this point, his lips weren't foreign to 
me...they were familiar and inviting. I could feel the 
100s of goose bumps on my legs. He held me close and 
we kissed for a long time. He lifted me again into the 
air, and gently lay me on his bed. He lay beside me, 
and again my hand found its way to stroking him, as 
much as I enjoyed kissing him, I wanted to look at it, 
I want to explore it. He knew this. So, he sat back 
and positioned his back to the head board, gave me a 
kiss on the cheek, and encouraged me to explore. I lay 
on my side and looked at it, touched it, examined it.

"It's ok, you can kiss it," were his words. I leaned 
forward and gave it a kiss. I have given my husband 
oral, but this was quite different. With my husband, 
most of my upper lip and bottom touch air. But with 
David, there was nothing but contact. I kissed it 
again, and again. He ran his fingers through my hair 
and encouraged me. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted 
to show him what I could do. I opened my mouth as wide 
as I could, and took him into my mouth. It filled my 
mouth. Like a live being, it made itself comfortable 
on my tongue. 

I did it for about 10 seconds when he stopped me. I 
was startled, why did he stop me. "Sweetie, I need to 
show you how to give oral the right way." I thought I 
was doing it the right way?!? No one ever taught me 
how to give oral. I thought you just put your mouth on 
top and go up and down. I've being doing it to my 
boyfriend/husband for years, without any complaints. 
When we got married, no one handed me a "How to give 
oral for dummies" book. So I thought I knew what I was 
doing. But, according to David, I did not. 

For the next hour, David walked me through how to give 
oral the right way. How doing it slow is better than 
doing it fast, how to use my lips, my tongue, and my 
hands. We went through several drills, working on my 
mechanics as well as the mental aspect of it. How 
important it is, before you begin, to spend a few 
seconds to gather yourself, and make love to it... you 
make 100% love to it. That combines both the 
mechanical and emotional side of it and is the key to 
doing it the correct way. 

As he was instructing me, I was very nervous. In the 
beginning, my nervousness was alleviated by laughs. 
I'd take my mouth off to listen more intently to an 
instruction and there would be this goo that would 
stick from his tip to the bottom of my lip. And it was 
resilient, no matter how much I moved or shook my 
head, it was there. Each time I took my mouth off, 
THERE IT WAS. It was hilarious, we laughed each time. 
It took the edge off of what was happening... I was 
giving a blow job to David. That was the reality. 

Early into it there was another reality jolt. While I 
had David in my mouth, my phone began to ring... it 
was my husband again... calling... reaching out to me. 
OMFG. Here I am, with another man in my mouth while 
the man I married is calling from home. How can I be 
doing this??! Why am I doing this?! Why... can I not 
stop? This is what he wanted... isn't it? Isn't it? 

This raged inside me, trying to balance both worlds 
inside me while listening to David’s instructions. Up 
and down I went, kissing, and licking. The phone kept 
ringing. A tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't stop, I 
knew that once he removed my panties... there would be 
no going back, no stopping, allowing him to take them 
off was my consent. Another tear followed. David 
didn't notice. The phone stopped ringing. I wiped away 
the tears, and kept going.

We were at it for about an hour when we stopped. He 
said I evolved extremely well and that "I'm proud of 
you." I don't know why I enjoyed hearing that... it 
put a smile on my face. Why did his pride in my 
blowjob make me... happy? My jaw was definitely a bit 
stiff and I was thirsty. He went to the kitchen and 
returned with a tray of fruit; blackberries, apple 
slices, orange slices, watermelon, water, and a bottle 
of wine.

I didn't realize how hungry I was until I ate my first 
strawberry. It was 5 PM now, and I'd been alone with 
David or over 2 hours now. Snack time was quiet, 
nothing was said. I lay with my back on his chest 
looking out the window, eating fruit drinking wine. He 
had his arm wrapped around me, his hand on my tummy. 
David is very tall, 6'5'' and has very large hands. 
Seeing his hand on my tummy was... different. His 
large hand dwarfed my small waist. My phone rang 
again. This time it was my mother calling. I knew she 
was home, and here I am at this house doing what I'm 
doing. God if she only knew. Does she know, she never 
calls me in the afternoons?!!?

As I lay there drinking my wine, David started very 
passionately kissing my neck. He grabbed the glass out 
of my hand, and turned me around. The kissing began 
again, very gentle, very loving. He then flipped me 
onto my back, with him on top of me. "Was this it, is 
it going to happen?" Then he stepped off the end of 
the bed, grabbed my hips, and slid me across the 
mattress until my hips were even with the edge of the 
bed. I would now learn what else his long tongue can 
do besides kiss excellently. It was slow, and it was a 
long lick but it was enough to make my body quake. 

"I knew you'd taste delicious," he said. I don't know 
how it happened, but that one lick pushed me out of my 
body. It was surreal. Everything became glassy; I was 
in an intoxicated daze. I was experiencing this great 
amount of pleasure. The ceiling fan seemed to be 
moving in slow motion. I could see my feet jiggling in 
the air, I wasn't telling them to jiggle. Again he had 
control. My eyes would open and close uncontrollably. 
The window was open, and a small breeze was blowing 
the curtains. 

I could hear his neighbors, talking in the backyard, 
an older couple. They just started cutting the grass; 
I could smell the fresh cut grass. They were probably 
less than 50 feet away. Here they are talking about 
the yard like normal people, and here I am, with my 
ankles being held up in the air doing anything but the 
normal. My hips started to move, I didn't tell them to 
move. I looked down, OMFG! 

The surrealism, feeling this amazing pleasure similar 
to what my husband has done many times, but that is 
not his face between my thighs... it’s another man’s 
face. Is this really happening? I wanted to stop, but 
my hips had a mind of their own. I wasn't telling them 
to move, but they were moving, and my body was not 
listening. I want to STOP. My body did not. If there 
was any time for it to end it would have been 
there...but my body betrayed me.

Through my glassy eyes, I could see my toes dancing in 
the air, like ballet dancers during the Nutcracker. My 
husband took me to see that. My toes that David showed 
me could deliver so much pleasure, now danced for him. 
My mind was just along for the ride. I couldn't 
believe the moaning and heavy breathing was coming 
from me. It didn't sound like me...it sounded 
more...involved. But there was no one else in the 
room, so it had to be me.

David knew what he was doing. It was the best oral 
experience I've ever had. I mentioned his hands 
earlier. My husband’s hands aren't small, but they 
aren't as large as David’s. When my husband plays with 
my breasts, it feels good. But with David, my entire 
breast disappeared in his palm. The sensation was 
unbelievable, the visual overpowering... it elevated 
the pleasure flowing through my body. 

My body squirmed and moved the direction he made it 
move... my eyes were rarely open; all I could do was 
hear moaning from an unfamiliar voice. Eventually, he 
lay my feet on his shoulders. I enjoyed how his 
shoulders felt under my feet - strong, firm. By this 
point I was weak from the waist down. I completely 
surrendered to him. There was nothing he could not do. 
My body was no longer my own. He finished by licking 
me along my right thigh, and sucking on my big toe, my 
body shook. He then stood before me with the tip 
looking larger than before. He began crawling onto the 
bed. 

I began retreating with my elbows back to the head 
board. Why was I retreating? When I had nowhere to go, 
he put his arm under my waist and pulled me towards 
him and put each breast in his mouth, and nibbled. It 
was exhilarating. I reached down to stroke him... it 
was bigger. I remember what he told me when he was 
teaching me how to give oral. "It takes two, and if 
the woman wants to have great sex, it’s her job to 
prepare it." I wanted to make him happy. When he was 
finished with my breasts, I... of my own accord bent 
down and took him in my mouth. I did it. Me, it was my 
decision. Although my jaw ached I had to do this for 
him... and yes... it was bigger. 

He stood on his knees on the bed and he moaned. He 
moaned. I was doing something Right! I was giving 
back... it felt... good. I did this for quite a while 
until he stopped me. He reached over to his dresser 
and pulled at a box. I made out the letters "Magnum." 
He handed me the condom and asked me to put it on... I 
followed his instructions and placed it on him. It was 
a very big condom.

There I was, lying on a bed that wasn't my own. It was 
David's, a friend from college. I had just placed the 
condom on him and slowly glanced down. If it was 
intimidating before it was more so now. Its size 
announced its presence. It seemed to tell my thighs to 
part. They opened; they parted, and gave it a clear 
path to me. It was so thick. The emotion I was 
experiencing was familiar... like that moment when 
you're seated in a roller coaster and it slowly begins 
to ratchet its way to the top... knowing that the drop 
is inevitable. 

David wrapped both his hands around my waist...the 
visual made my heart skip a beat. Looking down, I saw 
his large hands envelope my waist and this thick penis 
hovering over my navel. I felt tiny, small. He asks me 
to put it in for him... I reach out with my right 
hand, then my left...I grab hold with both hands and 
lower it and place it against my clitoris and pushed 
it lower to my entrance. 

He pushed in...

As he began to enter me, my heart rate shot up from 
rapid to cardiac. My mouth opened, and air rushed out 
of my body, and I would wind up chasing it the rest of 
the day. My body uncontrollably arched, then came the 
pain. It felt like he was cutting me in half. I 
instinctively clawed at the bed, then I contracted 
myself to keep him from entering any more, when I did 
this, this rapturous sensation crept along my body and 
my eyes shot open wide. 

I was gasping for air, but the air was leaving my body 
as fast as I could ask for it. It was heavenly. I was 
so wrapped in it that I relaxed a bit, he entered a 
bit more. THE PAIN! I closed myself off again, this 
time also pushing on his chest to get him to stop.

David is very tall and has a long torso; he was posed 
over me like a canopy. I felt tiny. Again, I had this 
euphoric feeling spread throughout my body, I've heard 
the expression, but this was the first time I've 
experienced having my toes curl - I could see them. I 
relaxed as I let the heavenly sensation wrap me up, he 
went in further, IT HURT. 

It's like my body, not my mind, has identified him as 
a foreign object, an intruder and is fighting him off. 
My legs get involved, and I try to push him off me 
with my knees. But as quickly as my body does that, 
the pleasure returns and my body relaxes. I can't 
catch my breath; I feel like I'm hyperventilating, 
everything is glossed over. He goes in deeper, 

This time when he goes deeper, the sensation is now 
like discovering a new side of me. Then I realize, 
he's gone further inside me than my husband, this part 
of me, has never been touched, until now. The euphoric 
pleasure is now quadrupled. Similar to the feeling of 
kicking your shoes off after a long day, and rush of 
air touching skin that has been untouched all day. He 
goes deeper, and it hurts now more than ever, I'm 
pushing him off with my hands but it's like hitting a 
wall, he's not budging. I yell, not sure if it was 
pain or pleasure but sound came out. Then he went even 
deeper and hit something, goose bumps spread 
throughout my body. Oh my god, he's touching my 
cervix, I'm scared, I look up at him, probably with a 
shocked look on my face, he's smiling, brushes the 
hair out my face. "You did it," he says. Then leans 
down, embraces me, and kisses me deeply. He was inside 
me fully and completely. My legs relaxed and nestled 
around his, like an embrace.

I broke away from the kissing and looked down, the 
visual was unreal. Seeing a large portion of it still 
sticking out, its thickness, it seemed unbelievable 
that it was inside, that all that fit inside, that the 
tip I had kissed earlier, was buried inside me. The 
contrast to my small waist made it very unbelievable.

He then grabbed my right thigh, placed his other hand 
under my neck, and began thrusting. My heart rate shot 
up again, my breath rushed out of my body when I 
needed it most. The pleasure is unbelievable, my eyes 
uncontrollably shut and I'm swayed in a torrent of 
pleasure. It feels like he's massaging my soul. 

I have zero control of my body. It has control; it 
makes it move as it wishes. My god what is he doing to 
me. I feel the muscles on his back fully flexing. My 
thighs are wide open, welcoming him. Then his lips 
join the chorus. As they kiss my neck, my breasts, I 
can't take it. He's making a permanent bond with my 
soul, he's touching, he's massaging it, and he’s 
claiming it.

Then I feel it, the orgasm in me rising, it feels 
different. Like it's coming from deeper inside, and 
it's slowly rising, but getting stronger as it rises, 
it's like a separate being inside, telling me it's on 
its way. Then without warning, it spreads throughout 
my body, my legs kick out, I moan loudly, It must be 
released. My entire body explodes. My eyes water and 
tears run down my cheek. It was as if all my pores 
opened up and energy was realized. It ached. 

I'm not sure I'd call it an orgasm, because it was not 
what I have defined as an orgasm, it was stronger, it 
was deeper, intense. But it wasn't over, he was still 
thrusting, God this is wonderful, 5 minutes past, 15 
minutes pass, he's still going, this would have been 
over 5 minutes ago at home. He's slowly, harmonically, 
making love to my mind, body and soul.

He pulls himself out of me. That alone made me gasp. 
It was a sensation onto itself, I could feel more how 
much space he took up inside me. He turned me on my 
tummy and raised me onto all fours and stood off the 
bed. I looked over my shoulders and saw him wrapping 
his hands on my waist. I looked forward again, that 
feeling of having my mom taking me to the doctor’s 
office was back again. I could feel him entering, it 
hurt again. I clawed at the bed, "I can do this," I 
said to myself. 

He touched my cervix again. It felt so wonderful. I 
was moaning louder, I couldn't control the sounds 
coming out of my mouth, I could barely stay conscious. 

He was increasingly getting more aggressive, holding 
my hips tighter and tighter. God why do I love this so 
much, what is he doing to me. Tears would occasionally 
run down my face. I was in a heightened emotional 
state. Every part of my body was sensitive and soaking 
all the information it could. 

I looked at the clock, 30 minutes, omg. He then 
grabbed my left thigh and guided my leg off the bed. I 
had one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed. He 
tightly massaged my thigh. He grabbed the other thigh 
and guided it off the bed. I was standing now with my 
hands on the bed. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled 
me towards him. We were having sex standing up. He was 
really pushing the limits of my cervix. While he 
raised me, I was silent. I was wrapped in the 
pleasure. Then I felt it, a small tingling under my 
belly button, and it was rising. "Is that what I think 
it is," I thought. Then it happened, a second orgasm. 
I've never had one, never thought I was multi-
orgasmic, but here it was approaching.

BOOM!

It was just as strong as the previous one. My body 
quaked. My hands reaching out for the air, but nothing 
there. As it subsided so did I, I was spent. I don't 
know what happened, but every ounce of energy was 
ripped out of me. I collapsed on the bed like a piece 
of meat, Trying hard to catch my breath, and trying 
hard to stay conscious. I had a pulsating feeling 
between my thighs, the warmth of David's hand 
imprinted on my hips. David cuddled up beside me and 
kissed me on the neck. "Was that your first multi-
orgasm?" 

"Yes,” I panted.

"I'm very proud of you." 

I smiled. I opened my eyes and saw the clock, 45 
minutes had passed. This is going to be a long day.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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