Chapter 2: Swinging Widely With an Open Mind

The swinging app became our most used social media, and we both took to checking it several times a day. We stuck to our policy of replying to everyone, though we started keeping a set of standard replies for those who’d message but who hadn’t read or paid attention to the detail in our advert. During that summer, we met up with couples usually around two or three times a week. We had a lot of fun, and met some great people. Very few people turned us down because of our age as we were totally honest in our ad. We saw no point in pretending to be what we were not. At the same time, we were both awaiting our exam results, which would determine where (or even if) we’d go to university. It was going to be easier for Rachel than for me. Studying was second nature to her, whereas I found it much harder. I tried though, and when our results came through, I’d done much better than I had ever dreamed to expect. Rachel got her first choice university straight off, but I entered clearing as my results were very different from my expectations. I was amazed to gain an offer from the same university as Rachel, but on the sciences side rather than Rachel’s humanities, and very gratefully accepted.

We managed to get a couples room in one of the older halls of residence with an ensuite shower and bathroom – a real luxury from what we had been led to understand would be available! - and set ourselves up in the University during September. Neither of us really knew what to expect, and we were model pupils listening to advice and taking as much in as we could in those early days. Our swinging games took a back seat to studying for the first few months. But as we moved into November and started even thinking about the Christmas break, our itch to swing needed some attention.

We’d kept in touch with Pete and Babs, and we had a message from them inviting us to a Christmas party the weekend after we finished university for Christmas. We started looking at the app more seriously again and came across an interesting sounding couple, called Hannah and Dylan. They’re a couple in their late 30s. She’s a hair stylist and he’s a site surveyor. We phoned them and found they were very easy to chat to, very relaxed, and so we agreed to meet them at their home on Saturday afternoon. They’d got twin children, a boy and a girl of 13, and both were packed off to their grandparents for the afternoon.

When we arrived, we found they lived in a 4 bedroom house on a nice development of family homes. The house was immaculate, and it was only by being shown the kids’ bedrooms that we had any inkling that any kids lived there. Both were taller than us. Hannah was almost six feet tall, slim and extremely elegant. Dylan was even taller than his wife, with a small and nicely trimmed beard. They were so relaxed and friendly that we were at ease from the start.

We had the usual discussions about what we wanted, what we wouldn’t and our limits. We still hadn’t found anything we wouldn’t do, or at least been asked to do something that we didn’t want to do, so we said we were open to just about anything. Their limits were down to anything which caused a mark or bruise on the body, as they didn’t want to explain such things to their kids if they saw the marks!

“What about golden showers?” said Dylan.

“What are those? “ Rachel asked.

“It’s being peed on or peeing on others.”

I had seen pee sex porn and it had excited me, but I hadn’t realised it was called golden showers. I knew I’d be up for it, but I wasn’t sure what Rachel might think. She looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders at her to say I didn’t mind and it was her call.

“OK, we’ll give that a go. Usual no means no?”

“Of course. At any time, whatever we’re doing”

“That sounds great then”

Our hosts stood up and refreshed our drinks, our very long drinks! Hannah came and sat next to me, and Rachel moved over to the other settee next to Dylan. We were all still dressed at this point. Both of the women were wearing short dresses, but Dylan and I were wearing t-shirts and jeans. Hannah and I started to kiss. I’d said she was elegant, but as I got closer to her I’d say she was beautiful too. We just kissed to start with, and it was amazing, but then we started to explore each other’s body. She wriggled out of her underwear – a bright yellow thong – then stuffed them in my mouth as she removed my jeans. She was in control without being dominant or cold. I was content to follow her lead.