I have a fucked up confession to make. I found out recently that my girlfriend was a swinger in her past relationship. However what she told me and how she described it wasn’t much of a “swinging“ situation, more of being used as a sex toy by her ex.

Her boyfriend had got a promotion and won a trip to Mexico. After a long night of drinking and being presented with multiple awards at a Ceremony. He suggested Drunkenly started to hit on a slightly chubby woman who was there with her husband. Without consulting her, he invited the couple back to the room with them. When I was hearing this I was pretty shocked as I’ve always thought she would go pretty far sexually but She Is a shy girl I and pretty self-conscious about having small breasts and a very large behind. When she is very drunk though she starts to realize her “ass”et and has been known to pull up her skirt in public so I’m not surprise she allowed her boyfriend to pick up a couple but she said she did not find either the Girl or her boyfriend he picked out attractive. Her boyfriend didn’t care and invited them back anyway. Once back in the room her she said Her boyfriend just sat down in in a chair and whipped his dick while the unattractive guy and his girlfriend started to undress her and pull her into the bed. She said before she knew it she was face deep in pussy while getting fucked by a guy with a small dick from behind very aggressively. She describe the experience as overwhelming but She said she wasn’t having any fun and didn’t feel right. At the same time she was clear with me she Never told them to stop or that she wasn’t enjoying it. She says it that got much worse when the guy invited her boyfriend over for a “sandwich.” She then starts crying as she describes “I didn’t know what to do or what a sandwich was, But as I watched as he told his girlfriend to mount mine boyfriend. She obediently jumped on his cock leaned forward And whimpered as her boyfriend and mine “sandwiched” Her.
After a very short minute or two it was her turn she told me she didn’t know what to do but did just as she was told and after being double penetrated for a Long minute or two could feel the humiliating warmth of hot strange cum in her bum.

After this story we had sex and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve been turned over and stared at that asshole thinking about her being used.

I am 43, divorced, and about a year ago I started dating this pretty hot career woman. She is blonde, three years younger than me, never got married, making partner at her firm was her prime goal in life, and now, that she had finally done it, she wants to "settle down".

I was a bit reluctant, told her I am out of a bad marriage, that I need time, to get to know her, and cooled off all the marriage talk she gave me from the start.

It would be a red flag instantly, and I would get the hell out of there sooner, if the sex wasnt that good. I have had my fair share of experience, nothing special, have done a few things in bed, with a few women, but this one... Never been with a woman who fucks like a porn star.

Well, soon enough, I found out why.

She started talking about it from a far, you know, marriage talk was replaced by kinks, fantasies, etc, and we tried some of the stuff, like public sex, risky things, and eventually, she told me she used to swing, and that it might be interesting.

Who did she swing with, how this came to be, those were the questions I asked, and she gave me vague answers.

At this point "settling down" with her was out of the window, but curiosity got the better of me (and amazing sex), and I went down the rabbit hole of swinging.

I went to three parties - she was a celebrity there, everyone knew her. Even I got some "special treatment". First time we went, she immediately got one of her friends, a pretty good looking brunette, to "make me relax", and she lead me to a room, in which she gave me head. Great head.

When I got out looking for her, I found her in one of the rooms, on her back, with a man between her legs. I didnt stay to watch, got back to the kitchen and had a few drinks. She got back ten minutes later, and we stayed there for the rest of the night.

Sex got even better, to the point in which, I thought I was dreaming this whole thing.

Second time, we ended up in a room with a couple, about ten years older than us. She was a fragile, tiny blonde, cute face, but still looking old. My girl was sucking his cock, and I noticed, that it was the smallest erect cock I have ever seen, and the though of me power fucking the wife of a sausage man, made me go balistic, so I pounded her like there is no tomorrow. Husband quickly came on my girls tits, and then they both laid next to us, and watched. With a condom, I can go all day, so this lasted for a while, and it was hot.

For the third time, we started drinking heavily at the very beginning, and after a while I was like, fuck it, I am just gonna hang out tonight. She got lost at some point, since we both felt quite comfortable now, and I decided to look for her.

Found her in a room with a man she was with on the first night, decided to stick around. He was taking her from behind, and she was pretty vocal. Something looked off, so I came little closer, and saw that he was in her ass. She turned her head towards me, at some point, as I stood there like a lamp post, smiled at me with the most beautiful smile in the world, and as he proceeded to go harder, maybe even aroused by this non verbal interaction, she started screaming, while looking at me.

Later that night, when we got to my place, I fucked her for three hours, and it was the best night of my life.

After that, I broke it off.

That smile made me realize, that I love her, and I can not be a cuck.

I am a single woman in my 40's, but I am not lonely, I am here for the thrill of this place, exploring things I should not have.

Now, this will be a longer prelude, but I have to put this confession into context. I love and enjoy sex, I really, really do, and that is part of the reason I am here, of course, and over the years, I have gotten a reputation of an easy woman. Now, this is totally uncalled for, since, I am sure I had fewer sexual partners than my friends, but I guess I give off such vibes, with my looks, and the fact that I never had a serious relationship helps making this image convincing. On the other hand, my friends all were serial monogamists, with 10, 15, 20+ partners before marriage, while I only had 7 hook ups in my entire life, but hey, I never got married...

The thing is, I am super picky about the men I have sex with, and not in that way, I am not a success chasing hoe ,no, they have to be absolute 10s regarding their looks. This leads to the question, where am I on the scale - I can't tell, but I am a petite blonde, with big natural breasts, been called pretty all my life, and I spend a lots of money on my looks, and when I say a lots, I mean almost everything I earn.

Now, we come to the confession itself. One of my friends, she is married to this, absolute unit of a man, he is really tall, built like an Apollo, handsome, always groomed and well dressed, just a man any woman would want, and I have thought about him, since, he was the only such specimen I actually knew - thus my previous sexual encounters were so few and far between, that I had to quench my thirst in places like this one.

Fate had it, that his only sexual fantasy was a FFM threesome, and my friend, curious as she is, needed to ask him about it, and being insecure, like most women are, after hearing this, she rushed to give him what he wants, afraid that he might seek this elsewhere. So, I was approached by her, with this silly question, she said she talked about it with him, and that he would be excited to share their bed with me, and she suggested me in the first place, because, you know, "I am so free spirited".

Normally, I would say no to such a suggestion, but my infatuation with him, was just stronger than my will to evade awkward situations in the future, so I said yes.

We did it at their home, when they were alone for the weekend, and it was way better than I imagined such thing could be. He was an amazing lover, and he did give me more attention than to her, especially to my breasts, and in the end, that was the place where he spilled his lust, at the end of a surprisingly long love making.

I did not climax, not because he did the wrong things, no, but because I saw that she was out of it, not enjoying a single moment of this ordeal.

It has been two months since this happened, and my hope that it will happen again faded, after she bailed on seeing me two times, with some, obviously made up excuses. I kind of expected something similar, and that was the reason I was reluctant to do it, but hey, there is nothing to be done now.

My confession is, that I still think of him, of that night, every time I do look for sexual relief.

I am a single woman, 35, chronically single, by my own choice. I look good, take good care of myself, but one might say that I am too selfish to have a serious relationship, not that I haven't tried. My sex drive is high, there is no question about that, but I am not the kind to sleep around with anyone, I had a few FWB, but most of the time I enjoy my solitude, and in times of need, I resort to tickling my own fantasy, in places like this one.

This long prelude has it's purpose, for you to fully understand this, my first confession here.

I have a really close friend, a woman my age, who I've known for more than ten years .We met at work, and she was the one pushing our friendship to the level of sharing everything with each other, talking about things one would shy away from even thinking about, and I think the success of this arrangement lies on the fact, that what I have with her, is the absolute opposite of who I actually am.

Now we skip to the interesting part. She has a bf, and they live together for almost five years now, and it is a matter of time when they will marry, and, a while back, she started questioning me about my sex life, but not in a way, like, "what is new", but about my past experiences, especially about the fact if I ever did something crazy. I knew, she wanted something, but couldn't quite figure it out, so I encouraged her to talk, and...

Well, they were talking about their ultimate sex fantasies, and his was, you can guess which... And it remained there, we laughed, I said it is typical, and that was it. About a month back, she started the subject again, I had to use claws to pull words out of her mouth, but somehow, she managed to tell me, that they spoke about a potential FFM, and that my name came up. Who was it, him or her? She said that it was her idea of naming me, and that she feels it is stupid, but at the moment she thought that I am the olny person close enough to her, that she could, potentially imagine herself with, in such scenario. We were kind of tipsy, and I said, fuck it, I will do it if you want me to.

Seven days ago, she told me that they wanted to ask me, if I really meant what I said. I honestly do not know how, but at the end of the night, we arranged for me to come over to their place, a date scheduled for last night.

Now, the morning after, I am afraid that my relationship with her, is beyond repair.

It was awkward, she was almost shaking how nervous she was, wine helped, and I felt sorry for her, but it somehow happened. First we sucked him, together, and he came really fast, gave it all to me, not even thinking about her. I did swallow and thought, well, this was awkward, thinking that will be the end of it, but as she continued to suck him, after he pulled out of my mouth, he started to grow again, really fast, so I joined in to help again. Then she got on top of him, and at this part, I was just a spectator, even though he called me to come closer, but I did not want to kiss him. When she was done, he got up, got a condom on, and got on top of me. My poor friend did everything to join in, to somehow tag along, she kissed him, licked his balls, but he was 100% focused on me, acting like she is not even there. I was horny, but I didn't cum, because I am unable to without clitoral stimulation. After he was done, he got up, obviously wanting to leave immediately, but she got him in her mouth, and pulled the rubber with her lips, then showing off to him, how she sucks on it.

She looked like she was about to cry, and did start to, as soon as he left the room, for the bathroom. I really felt that, tried consoling her, but she just shook her head, and started covering up.

It is morning here, now. I will call her, as soon as I am done posting this, but I have this feeling that we both fucked up, me and him, and that she will have trouble swallowing this, ever.