Humor · Sexuality · Swinging

Swinger Stories 3…Dead Log

Speaking of Puppypiles, I have a story. At one point, I was attending swinger parties that specialised in puppypiles. It generally started out with a couple or threesome, then it multiplied  exponentially. You look down at who’s doing who, find a person who looks good, then climb in. Sooner rather than later, someone will think you’re nifty and start sexing on you. These piles can go the way of any sexual preference,and having an audience is part of the deal so the squeamish need not apply. That being said…

There always seemed to be a *new to the Lifestyle* couple show up to these things. Most times, they would fix a drink, sidle up to the bed at a safe distance, and watch.  These couples would giggle and ask questions about the proceedings to others, but never just jump in. Then there was this one pair, mid Thirties, reasonably attractive, who showed up to experience a puppypile, even though they were new to Swingerhood. He looked excited as Hell, she was visibly nervous. “Yep, this was Hubby’s idea, and She was coerced.” was the vibe all us regulars were getting. She insisted she was game, got naked and lumbered up on the bed. A guy wandered up, asked to join her, and away they went. His head was between her legs, tongue on clit, giving her the best head I’d seen.

She laid there, silent. Not just being polite and muted, but like midnight quiet. Her husband joined in, sucking on her tits, the other guy tongue fucking her for all its worth. This woman just laid there like a lump, no moving, no moaning.  The poor guy eating her eventually had to tap out in exhaustion and defeat, and one of the ladies stepped up. This gal had a reputation for fantastic tongue skills, and gave it her best shot. At this point, the newbie wife had a guy on each breast, a tongue in her twat, and several people sucking on fingers and toes. Her husband was kissing her. There were no moans, gasps, sighs, or “OH GODs” to be heard. She never moved an inch. I was in the corner with friends watching this pondering checking her pulse. If it had been me in her place, the hotel management would have gotten several noise complaints by this time. I’m a screamer. After about a half hour, she opened her eyes, whispered, “I just came”, and fled to the bathroom. Most on the bed shrugged and carried on with the puppypile.

The leader our group of merry Swingers happened to be a Psychiatrist, and sought the wife out. He corralled this couple into a corner to figure out what the hell just happened.  Apparently, they had been together since high school, they being each other’s first sexual experience. The husband always wanted her quiet during sex, because he found moaning distracting and it made him lose his hard on. He laughed that he liked screwing “Dead Logs”. So she didn’t know any other way to fuck except for in silence. The Doctor patiently explained that in Swinger Culture, sounds were used as an encouraging factor. It was a sign of a job well done, and that being unresponsive hurt the givers feelings.  This genuinely shocked them both; they had no clue you could screw any other way. Of course, she was embarrassed, and was good enough to seek out her partners to thank them and explain. She also admitted that this was her husband’s bright idea, and she felt like she had to play. It was quickly told that BOTH partners had to be on board with the idea. The husband just had a sour look about him, like we had told his wife a secret and ruined his good time. They left a short time later, as the puppypile raged on.

This memory still pisses me off to this day. One, it speaks to how useful the Swing LIfestyle is to teach couples a better way to have sex. Two, it speaks to how BOTH partners have to feel safe to say no to a new and uncomfortable experience. Our group never saw this couple again. I hope they found a middle ground.

 

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