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His confidence and muscular body were all the convincing I needed to accept his offer, and I did not regret it when I was moaning in ecstasy in his room a few hours later.
I lay there on the bed for a number of days, crushed by what had just happened in my life. I thought about leaving and starting my life fresh on my own. What about 14 years of life we had created together and our beautiful children? A few flings were not going to destroy that. I also resolved that I could not wipe out the desires he was feeling. I could see that revealing his indiscretions, his inner turmoil, and his risk of losing me had been terrifying for him. Our relationship had to be worth at least exploring other options, possibly trying something more drastic, something that would also allow me the sexual freedom he had started to give himself. My husband and I spent the morning on a private, nude island near Raiatea with a group of swingers, getting full body tans while letting husbands and wives take turns playing with my naked breasts.Consider buying bi+/trans/pride/intersecting-identity supporting products (merch) or donating at our shop: https://londonbisexualsmeetup.sumup.link/ I wanted to dump the “married” concept. We decided that we will be together only because we want to. We will free each other to do whatever we want and we will both explore sexually as we please. This intimate decision in itself shifted how we began to see one another. When the gates opened wide for more freedom to explore, we both felt a deeper desire for each other. For two weeks we were tangled in each other’s embrace, discovering new levels of love and erotic pleasure. We were free to choose and unexpectedly we choose each other. The receptionist was right: it was easy to make friends. Within a few minutes, I found myself deep in conversation with a handsome airline pilot and father of three from rural Wisconsin, a man I'll call Rob. (I've changed the names and identifying details of the hotel guests.) He was chilling—half submerged and totally nude—on the Jacuzzi's steps. This was little help. Soon she was rubbing one side of the guy's penis, as though sanding an irksome spot on an old wooden chair leg. She seemed puzzled that the guy's hard-on continued to wilt. “I don't get it,” she said. “My husband loves it like this! Right, Randy?” Sure, I'd prepared myself to see some amorous behavior, but I'd imagined it'd be fleeting and discreet. Swinging, I had deduced before arriving, was a fact of life at Desire Pearl—and the possibility of a little public sex (perhaps with someone new) must have been a draw for some couples. I knew all that. But even when the trailhead signs warn about bears and rattlesnakes, you're still a little surprised when you see them.
Even as experienced swingers, we were grateful to have spent the first few days becoming grounded with just each other, ensuring our communication and bond were solid: this always makes sex with others a more seamless experience.Of course, having the kind of sex most people only get to fantasise about didn’t hurt either. Friday
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