Naughty First

Me and my girlfriend love the swinging scene. We are devoted to each other, but we love the thrill and variety that engaging in sexual acts with other people gives us. We enjoy swinging together - neither of us really wants to leave the other one and go off on their own. Swinging is easily best, for both of us when we do it together. Indeed most of our best swinging experiences have been when we have been within eyesight of each other and fully aware of what was happening to the other.

I cannot explain how erotic it is to see my girlfriend being serviced by two men while I have girl willingly spread for me. I know that Jill, my girlfriend, loves that too. She is always most vocal when she knows that I can hear her being pleasured by strangers. I know that is for my benefit, because when we are together making love, she is shy, almost timid in her vocal expressions. I find it strange that, in our bed, she seems almost inhibited sexually, whereas in a situation that is almost public she seems to abandon all morality in her enjoyment of her sexuality.

I said strangers, above, but in fact there are rarely strangers involved because we tend to move within a relatively close circle of friends and acquaintances. This is necessary for various reasons, mainly discretion, personal security and health, so it is always a matter for some excitement when there is a new face and figure available to us.

There was a new couple at the last swinging party we attended, and they were interesting too, not just because they were new faces. They were both of Japanese extraction, though not strictly Japanese having both been born in this country. I have to say that I am most attracted to Asian women, especially Japanese, and Keiko was an exceptionally good looking Japanese woman and she was tiny too, at about four foot eight inches, I guess. Her husband was just over five foot with what appeared to be a slight frame. In fact he was a third Dan black belt in some martial art and amazingly muscular. I could almost feel Jill moistening over him when we met.

Of course, attracted as I was to Keiko, I wasn't in a hurry to do anything to upset her martial arts hubby, so I let Jill work her charms on him first. I don't think Jill had given a thought to what their cultural mores might be in such a situation; she more or less just leapt on the guy. I felt quite sorry for him, until I saw that, despite being about eight inches shorter, he seemed to be holding his own with Jill and managing most enthusiastically.

In fact, he seemed completely disinterested in Keiko and what she might be getting up to, which was my opportunity to lead Keiko away. Although, usually, Jill and myself like to stay together on such occasions, I felt that Keiko might prefer some privacy and, to be honest, I thought that, although her husband had implicitly given his consent, some discretion was called for. Jill, I reckoned wouldn't mind.

Keiko was, as it turned out, more than a little nervous and appreciated being taken somewhere not so public. It had all been her husband's idea, she said, and I kind of felt sorry for her. I started talking to her about myself and Jill and our relationship and how we worked the swinging scene and Keiko relaxed more. She was lovely, and I told her so. She wasn't sure about the idea of having sex with a stranger, but as we talked, I expect I became less of a stranger to her and my friendly touch became a caress and then a close embrace and a kiss. It all took longer than these things usually take, but it was all the more special for that.

Jill was absolutely furious, but that's another story.