The Beautiful Kind

One time my swingmate and I hooked up with this other couple who only wanted the women to play together. The evening would conclude with the men having sex (they called it “making love”) with their respective partners, all in the same bed. This made the couple a little square in our opinion (the woman taught Sunday school), but of course we respected their boundaries and got together with them a couple times.

The first time was a little exciting for my partner - he liked watching us make out, my hands tangled up in her long, wavy dark hair, caressing her large pale breasts. We got all dolled up in lingerie and used toys like a double headed dildo, and the other guy took pictures (one of the funniest pics is of us on either end of the dildo on our hands and knees - we look like a pair of tied dogs.) We ate each other and writhed around on each other, sticking vibrators where the sun don’t shine.

Well, the second time was more of the same, and my partner got bored. He felt a little silly sitting in a chair positioned by the bed next to the other guy, and his mind wandered. So while the other guy leaned forward and drooled and snapped pics and provided commentary (”ooh baby that is soo hot,” “this is heaven!” “suck on that dildo before you put it inside her”) my partner suddenly got a study idea (he also experiments in a lab, not just the bedroom), so he quietly excused himself from the sapphic show and went into the other room and jotted down research notes for later. Then he used the restroom, checked his watch, sighed, and went back into the room.