My first swinging experiences were while married to my now ex-husband. Up to the story I am about to share, I would have to say the activity had been "pleasant", but nothing of a mind-boggling nature.

I had gone into the lifestyle feeling beyond bi-curious but definitely not certain about anything. Our first time with another couple had not included anything between myself and the lady, it just kind of worked out that way. Actually, that is how things worked twice more after that. My bisexual urges were getting stronger, the desire was definitely there.

The week following our 3rd experience (3rd couple), the femalecalled and invited me to lunch. She didn't work, I did. I met her at a Steak and Ale - we had wine with our lunch. By the time I called into work with some excuse about why I wouldn't be back, we were about to drink the third glass of wine. Two sips into it, she suggested a bubble bath and some champagne at her home might be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon (which was one of those hazy, rainy afternoons made for just such activity). Think that was one of the fastest exits from a restaurant I'd ever done.

Logistics dictated that both cars had to be driven, and following herhome was delicious tingling torture. We actually did manage some time in that bubble bath - but the champagne and ever increasingarousal made us realize we might drown if we didn't move into the bedroom...