FabSwingers.com forum: Another of my early meets

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So my first 2 meets had been enjoyable, but they weren't women I particularly clicked with, and to be honest I wasn't that sexually attracted to them. I was young and not particularly fussy. Luckily for me, my next encounter was to be with someone much more compatible. I had messaged a girl whose profile had no pic, but she was relatively local, and the description sounded good. To be honest, I had messaged every female within a 50 mile radius, and this one responded, so I was interested! Once we exchanged numbers, she sent me a pic on the phone – a black and white shot of her in a corset. She was slim, with long dark hair, and a couple of years younger than me. The pic quality wasn't great (phone cameras weren't great 15 years ago), but I could tell she looked good.

Our first contact was a phonecall. As I was on military training, I went and sat in my car to get some privacy. She was at a party, but had gone to a spare room to make a covert call. Why you ask? Because she was at the party with her boyfriend. I'm not going to lie, I didn't care that she had a boyfriend – I just wanted to fuck beautiful women, in any way possible. Her boyfriend was her business.

So the night of our first meet came. I parked up, and went to find her flat. Strangely, the word “slag” was etched on her door, but that didn't worry me. If anything, it probably reassured me that I was in the right place! Men are disgusting, I know. So in we went and sat on her couch chatting. She was pretty and petite in person, and a little shy. I eventually made my move and went in for the kiss, which was reciprocated with enthusiasm, to my relief. I turned and basically straddled her on the couch, holding her face while we kissed for what seemed like ages. After taking my top off, I think she could sense my stiff cock straining against my jeans, and suggested we take this to the bedroom. No problem, I thought, and off we went.

The rest of the night was bliss. She was incredible, performing with passion as we explored each other with that raw hunger you get when you first start getting intimate with someone. Her pussy was completely hairless, making it an absolute joy to go down on. She was very responsive, holding my hair and guiding me to the spots that worked for her. Until this girl, my experience in giving oral to girls was very limited, so I doubt I was great to start with. She seemed to enjoy it though, and her feedback made me want to keep improving, keep making her make these noises and squirm in the good way.

While I was a relative rookie in giving oral, she was a seasoned pro. Her technique was incredible, and I've not experienced anything like it to this day. She didn't appear to have a gag reflex. When she first started going down, I expected her to stop half way like most girls, but she didn't stop until my whole cock was in her mouth and down her throat. What a feeling! I was writhing in ecstasy as she took my 7 inches with ease. When she came up for air I couldn't resist kissing her deep to show her how happy she was making me. I'm sure my moans and writhing had already given me away!

Somehow I didn't blow in her mouth straight away. Looking back I don't know how I managed it. She was sopping wet, and I was so hard that there was no difficulty with the condom, or getting inside her... it was a smooth and perfect transition to penetration, and we fucked in missionary for a while, me showering her with kisses while she was clearly enjoying taking my cock deep.

And that's how the night went... we fucked a LOT, in many positions. She was impressively flexible, and more than willing to initiate different positions, like reverse cowgirl, doggy, spoons... it was honestly a dream come true for inexperienced young me. This girl was an incredible find, and I wasn't planning on pumping and dumping – if something is good, I want to keep experiencing it. Luckily for me, she was thinking the same.

This would be the first of many sexual adventures I'd have with Lucy (not her real name), with a little drama thrown in for good measure every now and then. Stay tuned for more...

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Over the coming months I saw Lucy loads. Most weekends infact – I'd finish work on Friday and be straight on the road to hers, and we'd spend the weekend sucking and fucking. I'd actually be glad to get back to base on Sunday, because I had no more spunk left and my cock was sore from overuse. I'd be so drained I wouldn't even start to get horny until the next weekend got close, and I'd be off to do it again. What a time.

We connected sexually on a level I've not done since. We would often go to hotels for a change of scenery – she always knew the best ones to use; when I asked how she knew, she just said guys liked to take her to hotels. I thought this was an odd comment, but thought no more about it. To start with we weren't exclusive (she still had a boyfriend), but as time went on, she broke up with him, and we started doing more couple-y things like going out to the cinema.

The sex kept getting better, and I experienced many firsts with her. She enjoyed anal (new to me), and her blowjob technique never failed to get me going. To this day, she is the only girl who could make me cum in her mouth every time if she wanted to. And she always swallowed... I was totally in lust with this girl. She had plenty of sexy underwear, corsets, sex toys, and she even bought an inflatable love couch, which we put to good use.

It wasn't just that she was adventurous and always horny (although she was), she also knew how to make me comfortable and get the best out of me. I remember the first time we tried the love couch, I was a little nervous and started to lose hardness while we tried to get into a new position. She recognised what was up, and slowed things down, telling me not to worry, and just slowly kissed me sensually, getting me back in the moment. It wasn't long before I was rock hard and ready to go again.

I mentioned before that I was pretty inexperienced in licking pussy before I met Lucy... well it wasn't long before I was pretty skilled in this department. I adored licking her because of the incredible reactions I would get when I hit the right spot. I really learned to adapt and go with what works for the individual. Like Bruce Lee would say, the best style is to have no style. I got plenty of practice with Lucy, making sure she came more than me. At one point we both became a bit obsessed with making her squirt. Her friend had managed it and Lucy wanted to do it too, so we read up on how to do it through oral and fingering, and spent a weekend trying to make it happen. She never did squirt, but we both had a great time trying (her more than me, but I was only too happy to give her all I could, when she had been so amazing at sucking my cock from day one).

You're really not going to believe this girl existed when I tell you she was bisexual too. A true unicorn. For a long time we used the site we met on to try and get another woman to join us, without any luck. Even when you're a genuine couple with a hot woman, able to accommodate and travel, it's near impossible to land another unicorn to join you! To be honest I wasn't that disappointed – Lucy was more than adept at keeping me satisfied. She was perfect when I was with her. I pretty much fell for her. I would buy her presents and want to spend every free moment with her. She was cute, funny, and an absolute demon in the sack.

Things can't stay perfect forever though, and cracks in our arrangement soon began to form...

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By *ormladMan
over a year ago

Kilmarnock

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I had been seeing Lucy for a few months and things were going well; I'd go visit her at weekends, we'd fuck constantly, I'd return to base drained. She was amazing when I was with her, and I used to enjoy getting gifts for her and treating her like my girlfriend when we were together. However, when we weren't together, it felt very different. During the week I'd text her, and not receive a reply for a day or 2. Sometimes I'd give her a call, but rarely would she answer it, if her phone was switched on at all. When I did see her, she'd say how her job was crazy and she's always so busy with it, and sometimes I'd be driving to see her, and she'd ask if I could come an hour or so later as she can't get away from work. It was frustrating, but I was crazy about this girl, and we had amazing sex, so I went with it.

Of course I wondered if she was seeing other guys, but I never asked, as we had never agreed to be exclusive. We had met on a sex site, sex was pretty much all we had in common, and we couldn't see each other during the week like normal couples. I was probably messaging other girls at the time too, as I was constantly searching for that perfect partner who was beautiful, adventurous and lived close. Lucy had the first 2, but there was room for improvement on the final factor. I know, thinking about it now, I see what a prick I was to not be satisfied with what I had.

Anyway, one day I was killing some time on MySpace (remember that?), and I noticed a comment on Lucy's wall from her best friend. Lucy had joked about not wanting kids, and her friend said “a bit late for that isn't it?”, which surprised me, as I didn't think Lucy had children. I noticed later on that the comment had been deleted, so I asked Lucy about it, and she admitted that she had a young son. I wasn't upset, I was just surprised, as there was no hint of a child's presence in her flat, and she managed to spend whole weekends with me. She was sorry for hiding it, but I understood – like I said, it wasn't like we were a couple, so why should she tell me all her most personal stuff. I think she was relieved that it didn't make me want to stop seeing her.

I mean come on, the girl had the power to summon an orgasm out of me whenever she pleased, I wasn't about to let anything get in the way of our fucking

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So Lucy and I continued to sexually wreck each other at weekends. She must have had some reliable childcare, because we met a lot. It was with Lucy that I discovered I cum a lot (I don't like calling myself a heavy cummer, as that sounds a bit gross). Not only did she tell me that on many occasions, but there were times when I surprised even myself. One time we had been fucking for a while, and she was on top, riding me until I felt the familiar wave of pleasure rising within. With her pretty much laying on me, I pumped away really hard and fast, pulled out and squirted over her and onto the wall behind the headboard. We both couldn't believe it! You know you've had a good time when you leave spunk running down the wall...

She even introduced me to ways of making my cum taste nice, as she loved to swallow. On days when I was visiting her later on I would eat Haribo and drink pineapple juice, which she swore by for improving the taste.

We had some adventures too. Our hunt for another lady to join us continued. We had sex on cam for one candidate, but in the end she disappeared like they all do. We took photos and videos of us having sex, I bought her lingerie, toys... we did all we could think of, sexually. It was all good.

Well it was all good until I saw an opened condom wrapper on the floor in her bedroom one day (it wasn't mine). We never said we were exclusive, or a couple, but we spent most weekends together and had gotten to the stage where we knew a lot about each other. I was surprised she found the time to see other guys, what with juggling our sex life and her childcare. I didn't know what to say at the time, so I said nothing. I think what hurt was the fact that she just left it out for me to see like she didn't care what I'd think. It could have just been a simple oversight I guess, but it was literally in the middle of the floor.

But I liked sex more than I liked getting into arguments about who we were or weren't seeing, so I kept it inside, and carried on what we were doing, which was damn good fun at the end of the day.

But there was one more twist to this story which would test even me and my love for no-strings sex...

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By *orgotten22Woman
over a year ago

out in the sticks in the north east england

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By *ormladMan
over a year ago

Kilmarnock

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So we continued to see each other on weekends, fucking like the young things we were and generally having a great time. It started eating away at me that Lucy was seeing others though. I had pretty much fallen for her, and the thought of her secretly fucking other guys was not a turn on...

It culminated one day when I was at hers and she popped out to the shops for a drink. She left her phone behind, and you can probably tell where this is going... There was no passcode on the phone (this was over a decade ago), so I checked the messages. I just had to know, although I wasn't prepared for what I found. Message after message from unknown numbers, all calling her another name, and asking to book incalls with her. My heart sank.

A lot of little things about her started to make sense. The “SLAG” etched into her door, her comment about guys always taking her to hotels, the sheer number of sex toys she had, and her incredible prowess in the bedroom. I'm not saying all girls who have sex toys or are great in the sack are escorts, but I imagine you develop some great skills if you do escort. Again, I have nothing but respect for escorts, they do something I couldn't (even if there was a demand for me!), and they make good money doing it – nothing wrong with that.

I didn't tell her I knew about it immediately... in fact I didn't tell her for a few weeks. I got through the rest of that weekend, but she knew something was up. She asked me about it after I'd left, and I just made something up, as I was still processing and didn't know what to do. When I got home, I couldn't let it go, so I looked her up on a certain site used for adult services. It didn't take long before I found her. Her profile pic was one that I had taken of her, which somehow made me feel worse.

I felt conflicted, but I couldn't go on like this. We had it out over MSN messenger (told you it was a long time ago). She was upset that I didn't tell her I knew sooner, which was understandable. I didn't know what to tell her, the lies had become too much. I wasn't sure what else I might find out if I kept seeing her and fell deeper for her. She was upset about the whole situation, said she would stop if that's what I wanted, but I felt like I would never be enough for her. We were both really upset, and logged off.

Unfortunately this story doesn't have a really happy ending. We never saw each other again after that. We chatted once or twice, but both of us ended up walking away and never looking back. I regret how I handled it all, but I wasn't ready for that at that age. I promise I'm more mature these days!

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