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 with couples usually around two or three times a week.

We had a lot of fun and met some wonderful people. Most people accepted us because of our age, as we were totally honest in our ad. We saw no point in pretending to be someone else. We were both waiting for our exam results, which would decide where (or even if) we’d go to university. It was going to be easier for Rachel than for me. Studying came naturally to her, while I struggled with it. I tried though, and when our results came through, I’d done much better than I had ever dreamed of expecting. 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 couple’s room in one of the older halls of residence with an en suite shower and bathroom – a real luxury compared to what we had been led to believe would be available. We set ourselves up at the university in September. We were model pupils, listening to advice and absorbing as much as we could in those early days, but neither of us knew what to expect. Our swinging games took a back seat to studying for the first few months. But as we moved into November and started even contemplating 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 intriguing-sounding couple called Hannah and Dylan. They were a couple in their late 30s. She was a hairstylist, and he was a site surveyor. We called them and found them approachable to talk to and relaxed, so we agreed to meet 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 lovely development of family homes. The house was immaculate, and only the kids’ bedrooms hinted at their presence. 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 included anything that could cause a mark or bruise on the body, as they would rather not have 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 piss-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. A 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 wonderful, but then we started to explore each other’s body. She wriggled out of her underwear—a bright yellow thong—and then stuffed it in my mouth as she removed my jeans. She was in control without being dominant or cold. I was content to follow her lead.

She freed my cock from my boxers and gently licked the length of it, like an ice lolly.

“Don’t move a muscle. Let me turn you on! “As if I weren’t already there!

She slipped out her dress and removed her bra. She had beautiful, firm breasts – not large, but a definite handful. She stood over me and danced in front of me, and if I tried to touch or kiss, she’d tell me.