The dirty adventures of a married mother of four

  Part 2 (If you haven't read Part 1 I would start there) The Dungeon After the clean up our secluded nook had been taken and with Tattoo Man not up for play in a more public space, we ventured into the dungeon, which was packed. I’ve never seen so many people in the dungeon before. The most shocking scene? A woman on the St. Andrew’s cross with a man knelt behind her. She was shackled by one arm to the cross and a spreader bar on her legs. The shocking part   - the man had his arm deep inside her pussy. Not fingers, not hand, not fist, his arm! More than half way to his elbow had been engulfed by her pussy. I was in shock. Tattoo Man stood barely a metre from me and the atmosphere was charged, a mix of moans, and whispered conversations and despite all the activity, Tattoo Man had my full attention. I lingered by the cage, willing Tattoo Man to make a move. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Instead, I got introduced to the creator of a new swinging app, which was polite bu...

Part 1 I’m writing this one fresh from Private Party #2. My pussy sore and swollen after a final reclamation fuck from Mr. I guess today was a busy one, so get comfortable for a bit of a long read! The Telegram Chat I really tried my best to get involved in the pre-event Telegram chat this time, though I still found myself feeling out of place. So many naked and sexy selfies being shared, and for me, I just don’t think I’m that person—someone who takes graphic photos of those lips and shares them with 100+ strangers. From my snooping and reading, there were a couple of people who caught my interest, and I did my best to contribute where I could. I wanted to push myself to be bolder this time, even if that meant lingering on the edges of the conversation rather than diving into the explicit exchanges. It felt like a window into another world, one I admired and was intrigued by but I definitely wasn’t part of. London Plumber stood out as one we spoke to sporadically through th...

I have to stop judging people on their profiles! So you’ve heard all about our first private party . All the fun was tempered by the arrival of my period. I fully planned to leave the party with it being just a social event. Among the many people we spoke to socially while we were there was, Iron Man. I had seen his profile during the Telegram chat but discounted him. Shorter than me, black, with the thickest cock I’d ever seen (his pictures included a tape measure for reference!). I have no specific attraction to black men and no desire for big things to destroy me. He also looked quite grumpy. Well, I was mistaken. Iron Man was the smiliest, most friendly person at the club. When he spoke to you, it felt like all the suns were shining and he had so much to say that was genuinely interesting. We spoke a couple of times while getting food and watching the action but with me out of action that was all it was. Coming to the end of the day, the action was still in full swing in the main ...

  What makes someone want to 'swing'? Without a doubt the most asked question we get both at the clubs, on fabs and from friends is… “How did you get in to this?” And it’s not that easy to answer. Many things happened over the course of 2024 for me personally which had a huge impact on how I felt mentally – but ultimately – this was the outcome. So trigger warning, if you’re only here for the sordid tales of sex you may want to skip this one. Here’s some context for how 2024 was going. Our last child was born in 2022 – we had packed in house moves, kids, and new jobs a-plenty over our relationship and as 2023 closed we had closed the chapter on baby making with a vasectomy for Mr. We’d bought our forever home and we had no intentions of moving again. Work was also on a plateau. With kids absorbing so much energy I wasn’t giving as much to work and I was losing interest. Working to make rich people richer wasn’t filling my cup. I needed a new challenge but with 4 you...

Our first private party Some clubs allow for people to host a private party using their space. We had heard of one such party from Jason . The idea behind this private party was to have attendees that women actually wanted to play with. From our limited experience at the club we were already aware that the attendees didn’t always match your own preferences. This particular party liked to theme their events too – and despite having never dressed up for Halloween I loved the idea of dressing up for the club. To get an invite for the private party we needed to send pictures of what we look looked to be ‘approved’. Having met Jason and seen what an absolute sex god he was, I was questioning if I would be good enough.  This was a moment of insecurity – was I attractive enough? Would they say no to us? Steeling myself for the rejection we got the reply and we were on the guest list! All was going well in the preparations for the event. The organisers set up a temporary telegram group for...

Getting in to a rhythm So Cobra came back - we were messaging about dates and with his travel and then my period it would be a couple of weeks until we could invite him again. Or, this Sunday night. We chose this Sunday. Not Mr #1, Visit #4 The usual rush to get the kids to bed followed by a shower to shave my legs, underarms and most of my pubic hair. I even made time for a nice body scrub too. It may only be me, but arranging these meets forces me to put 'selfcare' higher on the agenda and quite frankly between running a house, four kids, a husband in a wheelchair and job hunting it was easy for self care to fall to the bottom of the list. Once freshly clean and smooth I lathered up with body butter, put on a touch of makeup (learning that there's no point wearing much when it ends up smeared over my face), tied my hair back in a pink bow and dressed in a pink and red little see through dress with a lacy white robe on the top. I don't know if I looked different than u...

How do you know who to meet? The ones that didn’t happen. As a couple it is easy to be inundated with messages. With probably over a thousand accounts that have messaged us since creating our fab profile it only takes a dozen new messages to push the messages you do want to reply to down the inbox and almost impossible to find. As we were learning the ropes we realised how our profile picture had a huge impact on the volume of messages coming in. Our original profile picture was just a photo of my legs – being a new account this meant we had hundreds of messages really quickly. As the volume dropped down to a more normal level we decided to change up the picture to something slightly more ‘sexy’. Mr and I chose a picture of my in fishnet stockings, a fishnet bralette, satin robe open and high heels. With my face obscured it was, and still is, one of my favourite pictures. Almost as soon as that picture was live the messages came flooding in at a volume I could never have imagined. We...

Fucking a married man Not Mr #2 We met the European before Christmas.  The European. 6ft 5. 40 years old. White. European. Slim.  Our planned walk by the river turned into a dive into a Table Table just after they stopped serving breakfast due to the heavens opening. We had coffee and we chatted. He was the first person we met that looked so much better in person than in his pictures. He was taller than he said he was, he was handsome, and although he looked his age it was in the best way.  The social Still not knowing how to dress for a social I'd opted for a short flowery dress that definitely showed off the girls, a good push up bra and crotchless tights/those tights that are kind of like suspenders. With the walk planned I'd added on doc marten style boots and a chunky cardigan. My hair was half tied up with a bow in it and my makeup was natural and (hopefully) cute.  Aiming for the mix of cute, sexy and comfy. On seeing him, the little voice in my head was getti...

The first club visit Touching another man's cock for the first time.  So, we've been chatting on fab a couple of weeks but yet to meet anyone privately. So instead we've planned in a visit to a club to see how we find that atmosphere. We could never anticipate how it would all go.  Arrival To understand our reaction maybe I should introduce Mr and I. I'm 34, he's 40. Following a career in hospitality he has developed a taste for the finer things in life and he has loved spending nearly the last 10 years exposing me to his world - a world I feel very happy in. You're more likely to find us at a fine dining restaurant with a tasting menu than sipping pints at a pub.  So when we enter the club it's everything we hate because we would never go to a nightclub anyway. The plastic covered floor, the zebra print furniture and the stripper pole. On top of the decor, the beds and the carpets, the people in attendance are old. Well, they feel old compared to how we fee...

Our first private meet Not Mr #1 Pre-Christmas we had squeezed in 4 socials with 4 different men. Keen to start the physical part of our journey we ended up scheduling in time with Cobra.  Cobra. 6ft 3. 39 years old. Black. American. Slim.  Visit #1 Our first meet we invited him over during the daytime when the kids were at school and the youngest went to playgroup with a friend. You could feel his nerves when he arrived as he was shaking. I made him a cup of tea and we all sat down to chat. We spoke for over an hour before Mr suggested I get changed to which I did. We sat next to each other on the sofa and he started stroking me. He was still shaking and tentative with his touch.  Things did progress. I did enjoy it. For me, the excitement to be with the first person other than my husband was there. I could feel his nerves so I said that I felt very underdressed compared to him. He understood, and stripped down and while he was standing I started by kissing his cock. Alr...

Where do you find people to fuck? So Mr and I decided that we were going to open up our relationship in some form. But now there's one big question.  WHERE DO YOU MEET PEOPLE WHO WANT NO STRINGS FUN? We understood there were 2 main ways - online and in person. A little research later and we found clubs and we found Fabs, or FabSwingers. This seemed to be the main platform for meeting people online. (We have since learnt there are other platforms including SwingHub and Playful Pineapple but we have yet to see the same traction as with Fabs). For those unfamiliar with Fabs, the user interface looks like something that was already dated back in the 90's, but it's functional and broadly it does what people want it to do. No platform is perfect and there are plenty of fakes, time wasters etc on Fabs but I don't think you can blame the platform for that.  After signing up and getting our photo verified we were suddenly inundated with messages from men. Woah. Who knew my legs ...

Am I submissive? Let's rewind back to our first visit to the club and introduce the dom that we met.  It was a very overwhelming experience the first time that we went to the club. We had no idea what to expect and more than that we didn't know how we would feel about being in a place like that. As it turns out, it feels like home to me.  So, our first visit, I was dressed more conservatively than the average, when I changed into the more revealing outfit it was an opaque black mini dress and crotchless tights (with underwear on). I felt amazing but looking back it was nothing extreme by the club standards. I did however pair it with some 6 inch black and gold strappy stilettos putting me at a lovely 6ft 4inches tall. This visit was about information gathering and watching to see if this is something we would want to do again. We were chilling in the dungeon when a fully dressed, tall man entered with a large bag and a couple following him. Meet Tom.  Putting on a show To...

Putting on a show for the Mr After watching other men enjoy his wife, Mr likes to reclaim me. After Taylor the Gangbanger fucked me Mr was semi for most of the drive home. It's tempting to pull over and fuck him in the car but we're always on the clock - and hungry. So we stopped for food and not sex.  The request Once home and the kids are asleep he asked me to put on a show for him. That's something I would never normally do. I hate my body and after 4 children assume nobody wants to see it. But after the club and seeing Taylor enjoy me it filled me with confidence and I felt sexy. So I showered, put on lacy fishnet stockings, strappy bralette and see through babydoll with his favourite peep toe wedges and a black lace modesty protector. I chose some toys and made my way to him. He's sat in his wheelchair so I lay the toys on the coffee table and kneel before him. It's his turn to be pleasured by me. I start by kissing his cock and  showing him just how I sucked T...

I fucked in the club! So it wasn't our first time at the club. That was early December. But today was the first time I had sex in the club! Since the last visit I was having serious withdrawal. There's something about the freedom of being in a club and being completely yourself that is intoxicating.  Getting there is a mission. Early wake up call, shower and shave to feel fresh. Wake up the kids and get all four of them dressed, breakfasted and ready for school and out the door by 8.30am. Drop the big two to school and the little two to Grandma (I still need to find a legitimate excuse to give her for our daytime disappearances but as long as she's getting paid then she can be kept in the dark). I then drive the 25 minutes back home to get myself ready. Curl my hair, simple make up, choose lingerie and dress for the journey. We're on the road by 10.15am and it's a little over 85 minutes to the club.  Arrival On arrival it's a little disappointing - with warnings...