the Hotwife….the 180 turn!

Part 1 and Part 2 to be read if you haven’t done so already!

On our knees, me and Anette, in this house, with our husbands. Only we were not with Anette´s husband. Only with mine. My naked husband with the huge erection.

We took turns working our oral skills on his erection as one of us removed one garment at a time from the other´s body.  As I removed Anette´s bra I gently nibbled at her nipples. A teasingly bite, just to explore if that turned her on as it does on me. Yes, a shiver through her body.

I placed her now naked body on the bed. Lying on her back she looked at me and my darling. We were kissing and he was behind me, playing with my breasts and urging me to move forward to Anettes body. So we did, in a joint motion we came close to her. Both of us standing on all four above her. Touching her body with our lips ans tongues. It was now our turn to share her body, and her pussy. We kissed and caressed her body in between us. Stopping once in a while to kiss or watch the other. Slowly moving towards her pussy. Our tongues met as they were swirling against the top of her clitoris. Our lips pulled each of her outer labias at the same time and we were looking at each other almost all of the time. Like Anette really wasn’t there, but just us two and this female body.

As we came to a stop we rose up and started to kiss each other, hugging close, hands and fingers exploring all parts of these familiar bodies, but now in a more hungrily way than before. A touch of pleasure as Anette had moved underneath us and was now using her mouth, lips and tongue to pleasure me. I moaned and saw that one of her hands were working on my husbands erection. She looked up at me as a way of asking if it was ok, should she continue with pleasuring us both. I nodded towards her and kissed my man hungrily again.

A sharp knock on the door and in came Jaan. Along with some of the other members of the club. They casually sat down on the sofa with their drinks and coffees. All except Jaan. He came towards us with a black, rather large bag. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Took his jacket off and pulled out a camera from the bag.

The three of us on the bed had come to a stop and were sitting together, naked on the bed. My husband behind me, me leaning on him and between my legs Anette huddled in and we wrapped our arms around each other all three. She looked at me and gave me a kiss. She had seen this bag before. She was not surprised to all the things that Jaan took out. He put some toys, bottles with lubrication and condoms on the bed next to us.

One of the toys made my body shiver. I leaned back to get strength from my husbands breathing as well as to find his mouth to kiss him. And then I whispered in his ear.

”- I see a strap-on. I need to put it on me. I feel a need to fuck Anette with you. Will you join me in this for a while? Than I will definitely need to be well fucked by you. Are you in for that too?”

I moved closer to Anette and kissed her neck as I at the same time watched the expressions on my husbands face. Jaan was taking pictures of it all. Anette was shivering in our arms, trembling and giving slight moans. She was touching me, my breasts, her fingers close to my pussy. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me. That she wanted my body.

I stood up, looked at all the men sitting along the walls in the room. Reached for the strap-on and adjusted it to fit my body. My husband was standing on his knees on the bed. Caressing Anette who had eyes only for me. She lay back on the bed, eyes on me, spreading her legs. Head close to my husband and she asked me if she could suck my husband. I nodded. She asked me if I could please fuck her at the same time. I nodded again and put a condom on the large, pink dildo attached to the strap-on.

She sucked his balls. He pulled his erection. I eased up towards her pussy, and found my way into her pussy with the strap-on like I had done it before. She gazed at me through her half-open eyes asking for more. I pushed myself all the way in. It was beautiful. I could never had imagined that this was an experience I wanted to have. To be fully present. To be fucking another woman. A woman that by now also was sucking my husbands cock.

I asked her to come up on all fours. Standing with her behind towards me and her head towards my husband. Still sucking him , still banged by me. I felt powerful. I felt erotic. The looks on the menus faces around the room told me that this was not a turn they had expected. Jaan was snapping away with the camera as he was sending little words of love and encouragement towards Anette.

My husband removed himself from Anette and came beside me. Anette was facing the men now. I gave my husband a condom and showed him how to share a woman. We took turns, caressing her back, her breasts, her neck, her ass. And we took turns in short periods to bang her from behind. She was arching her back and ass up towards us and it sure was a beautiful sight.

Standing there behind her, together with my husband, I felt waves of emotions coming at me, moving through me, coming back, once, twice and then slowly ebbing off. He looked at me and took me in his arms. Removed the condom from his cock. Removed the strap-on from me. Lay me down on the bed next to Anette who was lying on her side by now. Big, grateful smile on her face. She kissed me. I kissed her back. My husband joined in and again we met all three in a kiss.

Jaan sat down next to Anette. His fingers ran along her back, up and down, rhythmically. My husband pulled me closer to him, we were now lying sideways with my back towards him and he let his big cock enter my pussy. I was being watched by everyone in the room. Except for my husband who likes to close his eyes in this position. Anette still teased and played with me. Touching my breast, nipples, lips, hair and neck. All while I was being fucked by my man.

”- Come ride me, ” he said. And turned to lay on his back. I went down on him first. Swallowed his cock with pussy juice and all. Deep throating. Yet another event the men wasn’t expecting to see. My husband pulled my pussy towards his mouth and we were giving each other oral pleasure for a while.

As I decided to ride him, and I decided to made the scene a bit bigger.
I left the bed. Walked around it in my nakedness. Jaan was saving all of this he kept clicking away with his camera. Zooming in on us both he and Anette stood up next to the bed and all the other men joined in too. I sat down on my husband, ready to ride him and every one started to touch me. Just small touches, but still powerful enough to send burst of energetic orgasmic powers shooting through my body.

Anette joined in behind me. She sat down behind me on my husbands thighs, allowing me to relax and lean to her for comfort. My feet went forward. The men continued to touch me on my arms, shoulders and breasts. My husbands firm hands on my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. Anette helping me relax. Anette´s hand holding on to my pubic mound, gently pushing in the same rhythm as my husband.

Sounds from me and my husband as we were reaching yet another climax. And another. Riding the waves together. As he ejaculated inside me my whole body exploded and I could no longer sense where my body ended and his began.

Seconds later Anette started to shiver behind me. The energies came through to her too. We shivered in synchronicity for what felt like minutes. Her lips close to my ear. Her whispers of gratefulness from her to me. From her to us.


The sexual evening ended somewhere then. We had a few good laughs, a glass of wine and some slow talk before we all left the house. My husband and I in a taxi to the hotel. Some of the others joined Jaan and Anette to their home. But not us. The adventure ended there for us.

Late breakfast Sunday, a last stroll in the neighbourhood around the hotel, morning sex before all of this of course. Our arousal still in the highs. Arriving at the airport. Boarding the flight home.

As I open the glossy airline magazine a familiar face appears. Two actually. Jaan and Anette smiles at us again. They are featured in an article about Jaan´s upcoming photo exhibition. In September. We read it together, smiling and holding hands. My husband reads faster than me and kiss me on my neck, on the exact right spot. You know which one. I shiver in my body as I read the last line where Jaan is explaining that he is finishing off his exhibition with a photo session of his wife exploring lust and sex.


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 


…the hot wife….continues

As I left the elevator my husband stopped me against the wall and put his hand up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Put them in his pocket and pulled me along the corridor to our hotel room.

I felt the feeling I had been longing to feel for so long.
I felt wanted, I felt treasured, I felt hot and so damn horny!

The instructions

The sex we had was in no way near enough for us, it just made us more and more horny. Lusting and longing for more eroticism. More naughtiness. We lay on our bed. Naked. Me on my tummy, resting between my husbands legs. My chin and mouth very near his hard on. A signal from my phone and he read it as I stayed put between his legs.

As he read the instructions I felt even more horny and went back to cherishing his beautiful cock. I heard him read out loud, but couldn’t really hear what he said. A few strings of words were all that came through.
An address, instructions of a word to mention to the hostess, that the apartment was ours for three (3) hours, that he, Jaan, would be staying in the library at the apartment. With the other men.

What? Other men? Apartment? What was this place? But not much more information in the instructions. Straight into the shower for us both. Then into the erotic attire that we had treasured ourselves with in some of Amsterdam´s finest erotic boutiques. On the outside? My husband in his black tight jeans and black shirt. Me in a dark blue short dress and probably the highest blue heels I had ever worn. Off into the night in a taxi toward the apartment with 20 mins to go before she would arrive.

The apartment and Anette

The hostess met us on the street outside just as our taxi pulled up along the canal. The house was an ordinary Amsterdam type of house. In the middle of the city. Big windows in the front. And we could see the library on the second floor. We saw lots of men, all dressed in suits, walking around and as if they were mingling.
The hostess knew instantly who we were, as the word was produced, she immediately took us up along the stairs to the third floor. Anette was sitting in the sofa waiting. Still having no idea of her surprise.

A big smile on her face as she saw us and she rose to hug us and told us that she was waiting here for Jaan. That this was his gentleman club and this was the first time she’d been invited. Our hostess let us through another door into an apartment at the top floor of the building. A huge corridor, with at least 4 rooms to left and right and another one at the end of the corridor. Which appeared to be a kitchen as we saw a waitress exiting with a tray. Drinks for us. The hostess took us to the rooms to the left and explained that we had full access to these four rooms and that the rooms to the right were occupied and booked by another couple.

Anette blushed and asked us about Jaan. Had we seen him? And why were we at this club? I don’t know if I will ever know where my courage came from. In that moment, when she asked us, sipping her drink, standing in the first of the four rooms, all in soft, reddish, dark colours, I went very close to her and asked if I could kiss her. She nodded and looked up at me. I kissed her. Pulled her close, ran my fingers through her hair, the other hand along her back. Then felt my husband behind me, having his arms around us both.  I leaned back and kissed him. He leaned forward and kisses Anette. We somehow managed to kiss all three of us at the same time. So erotic.

My dress was off in room one, so was Anette´s, and husband´s shirt. In the next room we managed to tell Anette that we had a wish of a threesome. And that Jaan had set this surprise up for all of us. We hoped that she would stay and participate in all aspects that felt true, real and what she wanted to explore with us. Her reply came in kisses. back to kissing all three of us. Me in the middle. My husband behind me. Anette in front of me.

As we approached the third room dim lights went on and we saw Jaan sitting on a big bed. He was wearing a tuxedo and looked really smart. He smiled as he saw us and kissed his Anette long and lovingly before whispering that he would come back to watch. ”But for now – go on play – explore – dive into eroticism and pleasure, I have som business to do first. I´ll return before you know it. ”
And he was off. Anette who stood close to the bed, sat down and patted for me to sit down beside her. I kneeled before her and took her shoes of. Then urged her to lay further up on the bed. I went behind my husband. Fixed my eyes upon Anette and started to undress my man. My beautiful treasure whom I would share with her tonight. He has the most beautiful cock and a huge hard on, as was the case this evening too.

I kissed him and caressed his naked body. Went down on my knees to suck his cock. Told Anette to come join me in sharing this. I had a firm grip of his shaft and showed clearly how to share, we took turns, and we were both all over his body with our hands. And he was in pure pleasure. Holding his hands upon each of our heads. Making sure we wouldn’t stop sucking and teasing his cock with our tongues and mouths.


To be continued….with more pleasure…just teasing you a bit for now 😉

No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 


The Hot wife doing a 180


This, the above pic, was exactly what I thought I was going to experience. What I was hoping for. That my husband would encourage me to set up my account on Ashley Madison. Becoming a Hotwife. His Hotwife. But I was so wrong.

The story I am about to tell you is a few years old. It happened when we still lived in New York. The kids were 8,10 and 12. All of my life was care taking. Of the family. Of the kids. Of the house. Of our social events. Of the relatives. Of holidays.
I desperately needed to be seen as the sex goddess I am. My husband didn’t see me. I was in need for attention and appreciation. And desperately in need for a feeling like the pic above.

Setting up an account as a Hotwife on AM is not difficult at all. Starting dating is not difficult, just a bit of nervousness. The next part, that is when it becomes difficult. Really difficult. When the ghosting starts. When they are too gross. When they cannot flirt with my brain. When they are not what they had described themselves to be. When I feel lonely, when I feel ashamed, when I feel not wanted, not attractive.

That is what happened to me

My husband figured out that something was not right with me and us. So he asked me when we were as we drove to get the kids after one of their mini-camps.
We were sitting in the car on our own for three hours. Plenty of time to talk.
He asked, and asked, and asked. I told hm about how I felt, what I had done and tried and that this was all for him. How I tried to become his Hotwife, taking my first steps on my own. And how it had made me feel the opposite of what I had hoped and aimed for. I showed him the picture. Being totally honest and open with my request that I now felt safe enough to tell him. That I wanted to feel like the woman in the picture. I want a man to have that power over me. Not any man. But him. And how I wanted him to control me. Telling me who to fuck – like I was his Hotwife.

I was so scared when I said these words in the car. I felt vulnerable, transparent and in stress. Would he leave me know or when we got home? That question went through my head and body at least a thousand times per second.
Guess what, he didn’t.
He took me by surprise. He was actually happy that I had tried this on my own.
He was grateful that I opened up to him like this. At that moment I knew things between us could only get better.

The trip to Europe

About a year later, a work trip brings us to Europe. As we arrived in Amsterdam I get a message on kik. Strange….no one of my friend use kik. I had no idea who it was from. And when I opened it I was stressed. And nervous. And excited. I showed the message to my husband. He smiled.

It appeared that my profile on AM still existed. In the European version. And it also contained a kik-profile to me. As we arrived here in Amsterdam we showed up in a new range of people whom hadn’t seen me before. The message? It was from a man. Looking for a lady for his wife. And I had naughtily written Bi-curious on my profile so he found me that way. Nervous, stressed and yes, excited too.

We started chatting on our way to the hotel. We exchanged a few pictures and he was super thrilled to find our that we were actually a couple. He wanted to create a night with sex and pleasures soon as a surprise for his wife if we were up for it. We started to feel like we really wanted to do this both of us. Whatever it turned out to be. We had never really discussed something like this, but when opportunity comes right at you, we couldn’t duck anymore. We said YES, PLEASE!

The work trip started on the Wednesday, we had Thursday to attend work meetings. Then we did a bit of tourist walks and just smiled at each other every time we got the chance. Feeling tremendously naughty. Need I say we had tremendous sex all of Thursday night and Friday morning?

Getting closer

Come Friday lunch. We had arranged for a discreet and secret meeting with the man, Jaan, and his wife, Anette. She was not to know that we had spoken previously. So we kept it a secret. The husband had made reservations at a restaurant – and he managed to make it look like it was a mistake by the staff that we had to share a table, the four of us. And she believed him. We smiled and opened up as the American tourists so she had absolutely no idea who we were. She sat next to me in the sofa and our men in front of each wife. All smiles and exchanging stories of our trip so far, what we liked about Amsterdam and so on. Could they perhaps recommend anything extra, off the tourist path?

The wife had no clue. She was just being very happy, friendly and loving towards her husband and us – as strangers she would never meet again. Or so she thought. My husband and I were turned on by the situation. And by the woman. She had curves, both ass and boobs. Her smile always reached her eyes and we really like that.
Lunch went on and we came to an end. We decided to say good bye and we hugged. I let my hand gently fall along her back as I hugged her close. Letting it linger on her lower back a while. My husband nestled himself in to a hug just as we let go, so for a split second the three of us were hugging. As we hugged Jaan he whispered in our ears that he was very pleased and would send further instructions very soon.

Leaving the restaurant we giggled and kissed. Hungrily for each other. Walking a few steps towards our hotel, then stopping for closeness and snogging. We didn’t care what other people thought when they saw us. We were horny, and wanted each other badly. In the elevator at the hotel I kneeled down and unzipped his trousers and took my husbands big cock head in my mouth. I was soaking wet all through my panties. As I left the elevator my husband stopped me against the wall and put his hand up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Put them in his pocket and pulled me along the corridor to our hotel room.

I felt the feeling I had been longing to feel for so long.
I felt wanted, I felt treasured, I felt hot and so damn horny!

To be continued….


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

överraskningen = en trekant med mig


”Jag lutade mig mot bänken utanför det gröna huset. Snart var HON på väg nerför trapporna och ut till sin cykel. Hennes make hade skickat ett meddelande till henne och jag hade fått läsa det. Och det var såklart på engelska – deras sexspråk.

En hel del känslor och tankar yrde omkring i mig när jag väntade. Nyss hade jag mött mannen i paret lobbyn på det närliggande hotellet. Där hade JAG fått uppdraget att hämta HENNE och se till att hon följde med mig till honom och mig. För en kommande avklädd date. Med oss tre. Hon, han och jag. 

Hon log och kom emot mig. Gav mig en stor kram. Jag kände en nervositet, bestämde mig för att ta befälet över situationen och log tillbaka. Kramades tillbaka. Tog jag henne med mig och vi började gå mot hotellet. Troligen kunde hon ana vart vi skulle. Men hon sa inget. om det. Bara log och pratade på om några av sina kollegor. Om sina skor. Om sin cykel. Och log. 

Jag pekade in mot lobbyn där hennes man satt. Snyggingen i kostym. Kram och kyss mellan dem. En fråga från mannen om hon ville stanna i baren en stund. Ett tydligt skakande på huvudet och ett leende. Nej, vi åker direkt upp var hennes ord. En skakning kändes i mig också. Shit, det här går lite snabbt hann jag tänka när vi klev in i hissen. 

Rummet var fixat av mannen. Massageljus, musik, leksaker, oljor, mm, allt som kanske behövdes för en stund av njutning. Han och jag slog oss ner i soffan och lät henne vara i vårt blickfång. Hon gillade det. Klädde långsamt av sig till musiken. Plagg efter plagg föll. Ändå fanns flera kvar. Fnitter och skratt och leenden från oss alla.

Plötsligt står vi alla tre tillsammans vid soffan. Hon emellan oss. Skjortor och kavajer åker av oss män. Han är vältränad. Och snygg. Hon är sexig. Och vacker.
I mig känner jag att går det lite för snabbt. Jag hänger inte riktigt med.
Vi dansar och klär av oss de återstående plaggen. Hon går ner på knä på golvet och tittar upp på oss med varsin kuk i handen. Hans är stor. Min vill ännu inte riktigt leverera som jag vill. Hon suger ömsom honom och ömsom mig. Fram och tillbaka. Jag går in i njutningen. 

Vi befinner oss senare nära sängen. Jag vet inte riktigt vad vi har gjort hittills. Som om jag inte haft koll på vad som skett när. I vilken ordning, och det spelar inte heller någon roll. Han känns kåt, otålig och snabb. Slickar, smeker, fingerpullar henne, tränger in i henne. Han njuter av henne. Hon njuter av honom och av situationen. Jag njuter av att se dem. Ändå vågar jag inte riktigt ta för mig som jag brukar. Vad är jag så här nervös för?
Vad kan det vara som ”spökar” i mig?

Plötsligt kommer stunden. En av dem jag väntat på. Hon och jag är i jämnhöjd med våra huvuden och hans vackra kuk är där i samma höjd. Jag frågar om vi ska dela och får en tydlig nick och ett leende tillbaka av henne. Ett ok från snyggingen som står likväl.
Jag håller runt hans skaft och vi suger och slickar. Först jag, sen hon, sen vi båda. Lite kyssar emellan oss och mer sug. Han har ett välformat kukhuvud och stor och bred kuk. Hon lägger sig ner på rygg efter en stund och  jag får se när hon tar honom djupt ner i halsen och samtidigt når hon orgasmer.

Andra stunder under kvällen som kommer i mitt minne. Smekningar. Oralsex. Mannen som tar henne bakifrån när hon suger mig. Jag som tar henne bakifrån när hon suger mannen. Mannen som tränger in i hennes anus när hon rider mig. Alla hennes orgasmer. Min orgasm. Och alla dessa leenden.

Hångel och kyssar i mängder under kvällen mellan henne och mig. Mysigt, nära och härliga kyssar. Honom vågade jag inte närma mig för en kyss, men nog hade jag velat när jag såg dem hångla passionerat med närhet och hetta mellan dem.

Plötsligt dags för mig att gå kände jag. 
Ett snabbt avslut och tack och hej från mig till dem för att hinna hem till min partner för jag vill dela denna energi med henne också. Berätta för henne det hon vill veta. Knulla henne och känna att det är hon och jag igen. 

På vägen hem plingar mobilen till och det kommer en bild från dem. Heta och vackra. Jag känner tacksamheten flöda genom mig. Nervositeten har släppt. Kvar finns en dröjande känsla av otillräcklighet. En känsla av att inte kunna leverera exakt det hon ville ha. En större kuk. En kuk som inte vandrade mellan erektion och slakhet. En kuk som hjälpte till att fylla henne. 

Och idag ett par dagar efteråt är jag fortfarande i tacksamhet. En tacksamhet och glädje av att ha fått ge denna överraskning. Tillika att ha fått vara en överraskning.
Och så får jag denna länk av min partner. Kanske ska jag börja träna mer….”


@iamtheman – det var länge sedan som vi hördes av och jag blev förvånad över att få texten ovan. I vår chatt har jag hunnit fråga honom om det är maratonkvinnan som han fortfarande är tillsammans med. Som han kallar sin partner. Jo, det är det.

Och jag har hunnit berätta att jag är glad att han är tillbaka i samtal med mig. Och förstås en glädje i att han fortfarande är nyfiken och utforskande i sig och sin relation med sin partner och med andra.

Största leendet? Det fick jag när jag fick höra om lyckan hos kvinnan som fick överraskningen. En sådan överraskning kan jag själv tänka mig att få uppleva.

Ingen person, relation eller annat kom till skada då denna berättelse delades.
Vare sig före, under eller efteråt. Om det är fantasi, verklighet eller annat är irrelevant.
Vad texten gör för dig och din relation är det viktiga. 


…different speed, style and wish…

I had a new couple arriving to my sofa today. They had been urgent and wanting to schedule a meeting as soon as possible. They had given a brief description over email about needing to talk about…

different speed, style and wish

I knew they were into the swinging lifestyle since a few years back. So on my way to work this morning I tuned into an episode from the podcast ”life on the swingset”. I was trying to get some fresh perspectives and ideas by listening to their conversation. Nothing new was really said, but I still felt it was a good way for me to get started today. Before meeting them. Them being Sara and John. A couple with adult kids. But still young, they haven’t reached 50 yet. They met in their twenties and when the kids got older and was in no need of their parents anymore, they started to explore the swinging communities.


She was all smiles as I saw them across the street parking the car. He looked a bit more troubled. They came into my place and sat down in the sofa. As all my clients usually do without any instructions. We said hello and I asked them to tell me more about themselves. These things I do not share with you as they are too personal, but their stories can be shared as long as I do not reveal anything that can tie them to this.

John was the one who started to take the conversation into the underlying issue that brought them to me. He was eager to understand as he felt he needed to understand to be able to find the solution.
That is also a common ”mistake or misunderstanding” that many of my clients share. The thought or idea that if they only understood completely all the facts, then they could see the solution.

I stopped John for a moment and let them sit in silence for a short while as I looked at them, trying to make eye contact a little longer with each of them. A little longer than what you usually do in public. As a way to make them feel seen as well as to make them feel a little more safe and mostly to slow things down.

” – Have you heard of ”difficult conversations”? I asked them. They both shock their heads. ”I will give you the short version of this technique, and I will remind you of it each time we meet until you both feel comfortable using this on your own. 

Start by acknowledging that in each conversation there are at least two persons. 
Move on to recognise that there are three ”levels” in each conversation. And that these ”levels” are or can be different for each of the persons. 
The ”levels” are FACTS, FEELINGS and IDENTITY. So when you start to recognise that every time you are talking about something, and that could really be anything, all these ”levels” are present for each person involved. The ”levels” might be different in each conversation and the balance between them might shift. But be aware that they always are present. ”

John looked puzzled and the smile on Sara´s lips was not so prominent anymore.

”- So, what you are saying is making it even more difficult for me to understand the problem”, John started. ”My previous understanding as we booked this session and wanted to come here was that we perceive a huge difference in our swinging styles, and in our sexual speed and also a difference in our wishes. Which sometime makes it difficult for us to say a truthful yes or no. And now – if what you say is true, and I don’t doubt that – we have quite a lot of work to do. It feels both good and bad right now. ”

John pauses and turns to Sara. She still hasn’t said much and I would like to hear more from her. Then John talks to Sara.

”- Honey, this makes me realise that we, or I, need to take a break from swinging until we have tried what Thelma suggests here today. I would like for us to commit to coming here regularly each week for at least a few months to let me get my head around this some more. And for this to ”land” inside me. What do you think?”

”- I hear you. She says. I hear what you wish and it will be ok with me. I am totally happy to leave all of the swinging behind us if you want to. It is not important in that sense to me. You are. We are. I am with you in this one. So let us take on this challenge, as I think it will be, and see where it will take us.”

She turns to me and gets all practical, bringing up suggestions for a time and day that they can come to my sofa regularly each week. We agree upon Thursday mornings and book 8 sessions.

Their first homework?
To each of them reflect upon their original question. From the point of it being a difficult conversation. What does John think are the facts, and what does Sara think are the facts, and what do they think that the other one think are the facts?
Then do the same with what feelings are present within themselves, and what they think are present within the other.
Last but not least, what in this ”….differences in style, speed and wish…” is questioning their identity, as well as what they think the other persons identity is being questioned.

A last reminder that no, nothing of this might seem rational or logical, but regardless of that – explore and sense what you both can perceive. Make notes about this and bring it back to the session on Thursday – where we together will take a dive into their findings.

No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 



early weekend morning fantasies

An arm reaching out for me. Hands on my body. Whispers in my ear. Whisperings of a fantasy of inviting the third person to bed with us. This time the man. A chosen man. The whispering continues as the hands touch all corners and curves of my body. We make out. A lot. I love it. Tongues deep into each other. Suddenly you are on your knees showing your big erection asking me to suck you.

Of course, I love sucking you’re cock. At the same time you keep telling me the fantasy. Inviting the chosen man into this sex right now. I can feel him too. If I close my eyes we are all there. The three of us. Making out. Sucking cocks. Licking pussy. Pinching nipples.

Touching and teasing.

Asking for penetration the fantasy continues. Not of just one cock, but of two. Sucking one, fucking one. Taking turns. And then suddenly all relaxed and open and you my darling spread my legs. Wide open. Both of you enter me. Slowly and teasingly at first, letting me feel all sensations like in slow-motion. Then I increase my rhythm to meet you both. I am in your arms. And in the chosen man’s arms.

I feel safe. I feel treasured. I am pleasure!

After my energetic full body orgasms – I open my eyes and kiss you. I thank you for inviting mr chosen to this morning. It feels really good to start doing a threesome like this where you are in charge whispering and taking commands of positions. And this weekend it actually feels like we have had a threesome every morning.

So this fantasy….it soon needs to be taken into reality. It is a wish of mine now.



Äntligen – fullt hus på sexklubben

”- Vi trodde hon skojade med oss först. Hon i kassan som sa att det var helt fullt. På sexklubben ”City Swingers” i Köpenhamn. Vi kom dit ganska sent en lördagkväll, strax efter 22. Och det var fullt. Och vi som trodde att vi bar med oss något slags besvärjelse vid våra klubbesök – det brukar ju inte ens vara halvfullt, snarare nästan tomt. Typ max 1/4 av kapaciteten på själva klubben. Så inte kan det vara fullt nu, ikväll. Vi stod på oss och sa att oss kunde hon nog klämma in. Vi är ju smala. 

Så då pekar hon på ett skåp precis bredvid ytterdörren och ber oss klä av oss på direkten och stoppa in alla våra kläder i skåpet. Om de fick plats där så fick vi komma in. Efter att vi betalat förstås. Sagt och gjort. Där klär vi av oss vid ytterdörren. Stefan sparar sina snygga kalsonger på och jag behåller bh, stringtrosa, stay-ups och mina 11 cm högklackade skor. Sen hamnar vi rakt in i baren med en massa människor. ”

Skärmavbild 2019-03-10 kl. 11.24.40

Erika har bråttom att berätta. Hon verkar fortfarande vara exalterad när hon tänker tillbaka på deras senaste utforskande av en sexklubb. Stefan sitter mer avslappnat bredvid henne i soffan och låter hennes berättelse få fortsätta.

”- Så som på bilden ser baren ut. När den är tom. Och nu var det kanske 30, mer eller mindre, nakna personer i baren. I olika åldrar. Allt från knappt 25 till plus 70. Och som vanligt i alla möjliga storlekar. Vissa med en handduk om höften. Andra i sexiga klänningar, underkläder och höga klackar. Vissa direkt komna från spa-avdelningen som vi faktiskt aldrig var inne i, men som var otroligt fräsch från det vi såg av duschar, bubbelpool och bastu. Men liksom hela klubben var så varm att en bastu kändes lite för mycket. Även om jag vet att Stefan vill ha mig i en bastu igen. Vi lyckade få till det en stund på hotel Steam en söndag när typ alla andra checkat ut på eftermiddagen. ” 

Erika sjunker bakåt i soffan och lägger handen på Stefans lår, och fortsätter ivrigt sin berättelse.

”-Vi tog oss runt i rummen på entreplan, och Stefan som kikat mycket mer på klubbens hemsida hade full koll på vilka rum som fanns att tillgå, även om du inte riktigt visste vad som fanns var. Så vi kikade in i ett par-rum, såg ett rum med en stor säng som var i höjd med ett massagebord. Det såg intressant ut tyckte jag, så när vi kommer tillbaka kanske vi kan leka lite där? Eller vad säger du, älskling?”

Stefan tittade på oss båda och nickade glatt.

”- Ja, jag kommer gärna tillbaka. En skön känsla av att det var många personer där, även om vi vid första anblick inte riktigt kände oss ”sugna” på att bjuda in några till oss. Skönt ställe, med sköna personer och som sagt många. 
Jag visste att det fanns en övervåning och ett kors – där jag hade en fantasi om att sätta fast Erika och be andra om hjälp att smeka hennes kropp med många händer samtidigt. Så vi gick en trappa upp. Förbi ett av de gallerförsedda rummen – alltså se men inte röra, fast om du bjuds in att röra och når genom gallret så går det bra. Och där var det full show, samt en del händer in genom gallren. På andra sidan rummet där det fanns galler också så stod säkert 10 män i olika åldrar och tittade på. Erika du var så modig och tog oss in en bit i åhörarskaran så att jag skulle få se mer. Och vi blev granskade och uppskattade av de som tittade på oss. 

Så vi stannade kvar däruppe när ”showen” tog slut. Jag ville showa med dig. Det fanns en säng som en grotta där jag lade dig på rygg och slickade dig. Dina strumbeklädda ben och höga klackar var allt som stack ut i rummet. Du var i din njutning med slutna ögon och jag kunde känna blickarna på oss. Så jag kikade över axeln både till höger och vänster och det var en stor ring runt oss med bara män. Män med handen kring sina snoppar. Ingen av dem som jag ville bjuda in och om jag hade velat – hur hade jag gjort undrade jag. Hur vet jag att det är vad Erika vill ha där och då? Det där är knepigt för mig. Jag vill inte göra fel. Jag vill inte att Erika ska dra sig undan och vilja avbryta och gå hem. Thelma, har du lust att hjälpa oss med detta? Eller mig?”

Innan jag hann luta mig fram för att svara hade Erika redan fortsatt.

”- Åh, det får vi ju se, och det är ju inte att du gör fel. Någon kan ju bjudas in fast jag blundar, om du känner dig bekväm med den personen så gör säkert jag det också. I alla fall initialt och med beröring av kroppen. Låta mig få känna den beröring som den ger för att därefter avfärda eller bjuda in till mer. Det är inte ditt fel om jag avfärdar dem. Och de flesta på klubbarna vi har besökt har verkligen visat att de klarar av att vara lugna och inte gå för fort fram utan lyssna till ett ja, eller ett nej. Älskade vän, oroa dig inte. Jag dömer dig inte och du gör inte fel.”

Har jag nämnt att jag älskar hur kloka många av mina klienter är? Att de själva inser hur de sitter med svaren och levererar dem när de ska?
Jag hann komma in med ett par bekräftande ord till dem båda om att Stefan kan lita till Erika och att det inte finns några rätt eller fel. De måste fortsätta vara helt öppna och fortsätta med sina samtal utanför klubbesöken för att besöken i sig ska vara tillåtande som de hittills har varit. Och Stefan, han börjar nog inse att det är ett gammalt ”hjärnspöke” som lurar honom in i tron att han kan göra fel. Sen är Erika i full fart med berättelsen igen.

”- Jag hade ju hur många orgasmer i mig som helst den kvällen. Att veta att det klubbesök på gång gör mig upphetsad, nervös och som att jag samlar på mig en massa energi i min kundalini ett par dagar inför. Så där och då i vår show som vi bjöd på så levererade jag ju även ett par himla snygga och sexiga energiorgasmer. Eller hur?
Och när vi sen skulle ta oss nerför trappan, för jag var törstig och du behövde gå på herrarnas, så var jag rätt skakig i benen i mina höga klackar. 
Då stötte vi på paret från Sverige. Som vi började prata med i trappen, fortsatte prata med i baren, de berättade mer om stället och vi utbytte erfarenheter om våra olika besök vid sexklubbar runtom i världen. De pratade om Tyskland, Nederländerna, Spanien. Och vi om våra. 

Sen kom en fråga rakt till mig från mannen i paret: Vill du gå till par rummet?
Vilket för mig såklart betydde en fråga till oss båda – vi lämnar ju inte varandra. Jag tror inte att jag väntade på ett svar ifrån dig utan helt enkelt reste mig upp, tog av mig mina högklackade, du ställde undan dem och vips var vi på väg. I par rummet var det väldigt fullt och visserligen hade vi nog fått plats, men inte bredvid varandra. Så rummet intill, med en glory hole vägg och en lädersäng fanns tillgänglig. Den hade inte bara glory holes utan även ett par tittgluggar för de som ville kika in. På vägen dit hann jag viska till dig att jag inte alls var säker och du sa högt till paret ”Erika är lite osäker bara, så vi får se vart det tar vägen”. Och det kändes bra och tryggt. Lika mycket en signal till dem som till dig. 

Tack och lov var kvinnan i paret öppen för att smeka och leka med mig så det fick hon göra. Vi lekte och smekte och slickade och sög på våra egna partners. Den andra kvinnan och jag njöt av varandra en stund och båda herrarna var deltog med sina händer. 

En stund hamnade du och den andra kvinnan för er själva och då fick jag säga ifrån. Sex på två med en annan person är inget som vi önskar. Vi har sex på två hemma. Så när vi har möjlighet till fler vill vi ju inte bara byta partner utan leka och njuta flera med varandra. Det behöver vi lära oss att berätta mer om för andra. För de vi möter. Kanske redan innan eller i stunden. Iscensätta större scener än bara vad du ska göra eller vad jag ska göra utan bestämma över minst tre….så får den fjärde komma in där det finns ett utrymme kvar. Och säkerställa att det finns utrymme kvar. Alltså inte skapa scener där det inte finns plats för fyra eller fem om det är deltagarantalet. Skapa plats för alla är viktigt. 

Och så fick jag längsta skak-orgasmen. Den höll i sig när vi avslutade, även när vi sa hejdå till dem samt  när vi satt i baren efteråt. Och när vi var tillbaka på hotellrummet, och du var så underbart kåt när vi var tillbaka där, vilka underbara orgasmer då med.. Alltså vårt återkopplande sex som vi hade då var magiskt. Underbart. Jag gillar att vi har bra sex inför och bra sex efter. Att det sex vi har på klubben är ok är givet förstås, men att det ska vara riktigt bra – där är vi inte. Nu eller ännu. Visst är vi överens om att åka hit igen? Och kanske även testa den där klubben långt ut på landet?”

Erikas bubblande energi spillde över till både mig och Stefan. Vi log inombords och synligt mot Erika. Hon är en speciell kvinna. Varm, inkluderande, lär sig att bli tydlig, och njuter av att utforska dessa intressen med sin Stefan.

De lämnade sessionen hand i hand i vårsolen samtidigt som Mr S parkerade sin cykel utanför. Jag såg att de hejade på varandra och strax därefter fick jag en kyss av min make. Han viskade i mitt öra och jag svarade:

”- Nästa gång går vi på klubb hela helgen. Gör en sex-helg av det. Inte i samband med affärsresa eller annat. Utan en ren och skär sex-helg. Du och jag på hotell från fredag till söndag. Med klubbesök fredag och lördag. Och blir det inte nästa gång så snart. Jag är nyfiken på det. Vill du följa med?