Confessions of a Swinger Husband, Part I: Lauren, at 23, Calls Me “Daddy” and Drops a Bombshell
It didn’t take long for Lauren to reveal she’s a kinky bitch who likes hard, deep and rough sex.
With my wife Lauren’s “body count” surpassing an eye-popping 500 (including guys and women) and mine close to 300 (all women but one), I figured it’s an opportune time to share some confessions of what it’s like being in a “nontraditional” marriage. Yep, she’s a slut — and so am I!
To be clear, our goal isn’t to add to our body counts — it’s to have great sex together and with others. But body counts are nonetheless fun to track. Plus, any responsible swinger keeps records of their sex partners in case they need to contact them if, God forbid, there’s an STD or pregnancy scare (none of which has happened to us…so far).
When Lauren and I met in the spring of 1997, both of us were 23 years-old and never could we have imagined the lifestyle to come. We met while standing in line at a university coffee shop. I was in grad school and she was in medical school. To this day, I’ve never found another woman more beautiful, more sexually attractive and more irresistible than Lauren. From the second I laid my eyes on her— 5'10", long blonde hair, Swedish-born (with a heavy accent), a shapely body, long legs and ample breasts — she set my heart on fire. It started with small talk. Then, I bought her a coffee.
Sitting face to face at a small table in the coffee shop, we instantly connected. It was easy to talk with each other. She was sweet, caring and self-aware. The sexual attraction between us was unmistakable. Her Swedish accent melted my heart. After discovering we were both single — or so I thought — I asked her on a date and she said yes. I say “so I thought” because I had no idea at the time that Lauren was a) bisexual and b) seeing Allison (more on that below).
After our coffee together, I walked with Lauren to the medical school library and couldn’t help but notice her very shapely breasts jiggling. I have never desired a woman more than I desired, and still desire, her. Two days later, we went on our first date — dinner and a campus theater performance. We held hands and kissed that night but nothing else.
We fell hard for each other, becoming a couple after our first date. Sexual intimacy came quickly. Hands went under our clothing on our second date. On our third date, upon undressing her and seeing her in thong panties (perfection) and then naked, I almost ejaculated right then. As I fondled her bare breasts and pinched her succulent pink nipples (she has large areolas, making her nipples quite delish), she looked intimately into my eyes as if to say, “I’m all yours.” And the truth was: I was all hers, too. Yet, in that moment, all I could think was: God, she has great tits. With my hands and mouth, I explored every part of her body and then ate her pussy (at the time, she had a bushy, wide landing strip of blonde hair — the bald look would come a few years later). She tasted so good and orgasmed in my mouth. Then, she gave me a blowjob like I’d never at the time received — it was clear she had sexual experience. When she swallowed that first time, I could tell she enjoyed it. She got every drop out of me. We had sex the next day.
Within two weeks as a couple, we fucked all the time, usually bareback because she took the pill. She touched herself when we made love. I watched her masturbate to orgasm — she enjoyed getting herself off — and she watched me do the same to myself. She loved it when I watched her. She also loved to suck my dick. She told me I had a perfectly sized cock — and she measured it to get me hot (came out to 7 inches on the dot) — which made me feel confident as her boyfriend and lover.
Lauren reveals herself to be a kinky bitch
Three or four weeks into our relationship, I could see that Lauren was far more sexual than the average 23-year-old woman. She desired sex every single day, which I was happy to give her. Unless we were in class, I could fuck her anytime I wished.
She liked very hard, deep intercourse, which she begged me to give her with every one of my seven inches. We made love, but most often she desired aggressive sex in doggy-style position. I was leery about doggy-style because, every time I’d done it before her, the girl always queefed. Sure enough, Lauren queefed the first few times we tried it because air got into her vagina. I soon learned how to thrust without allowing air in, and doggy-style quickly became our favorite position. I loved, and still love, to cup her firm, round ass cheeks while I’m pounding her.
Lauren wanted me to dominate her. This became clear to me not even a month into our relationship, when we were making love and I was giving it to her hard and deep like she wanted (and still wants). She flung her long, blonde hair back and said, “yes, daddy!” With my hard cock still inside her, I immediately tensed up and asked her what she meant by the term “daddy.” She explained that she wanted me to dominate her, hence calling me “daddy.” She asked if I preferred “sir” or “master.” I didn’t know what to make of this!
Struggling with “daddy,” I probed on Lauren’s family background beyond what we’d already shared with each other. By this time, we’d fallen in love. Because I felt certain I’d marry her, I wanted to understand her sexual desires and proclivities. She reassured me that she came from a wonderful family and had no “daddy” issues. When she called me “daddy,” she explained, that had a different connotation than her actual father. She offered to never call me “daddy” again, but I said she could.
Rather quickly, my puritanical approach to sex fell by the wayside and I came to love when she called me “daddy.” I remember once early in our relationship, feeling awash in sexual pleasure, spanking her hard during doggy-style sex and asking, “who’s your daddy, bitch?” and she answered, “you are, daddy! Fuck me like your bitch!” I found her desire for aggressive, rough and kinky sex — her squealing and begging for me to go even harder — increasingly exciting and fun. It was impossible not to love it.
Plus, I met her parents and sister during a trip to Sweden and clearly she’d come from a wonderful family and had no “daddy” issues. My conclusion at the time was that Lauren simply had an extremely high libido and a fetish for kinky, aggressive sex — not uncommon among many Europeans. I was happy to meet her desires and delve into her fetishes, including with a growing arsenal of toys, engaging in spanking/BDSM and generally dominating her during sex.
It often felt surreal participating in aggressive sex acts with a woman of such otherworldly beauty. She was — and is — a kinky bitch.
Lauren drops a bombshell
About two weeks into our romance, Lauren, without my knowledge at the time, cut off her relationship with Allison. I had no idea at the time she was bisexual and seeing another woman. As she later explained to me, at that stage of her life (she was 23), she struggled with her bisexuality because she ultimately wanted to get married and have children, and she felt at the time being bisexual was incompatible with being a wife and mother. She hadn’t yet considered that it could all work together because in those years same-sex marriage didn’t even exist in the U.S. and many LGB people like her lived in the closet. So, she sacrificed Allison because she felt she had no choice if she wanted to be a wife and mother.
Eventually, Lauren realized she could no longer suppress her bisexuality, and one night she came out to me. She told me about Allison, who was a medical school classmate, and said she wanted to resume the relationship with her. This was a bombshell. But it didn’t stop there. Lauren wanted to know how I felt about Allison on occasion joining us in bed, which she figured we’d all enjoy. I was speechless.
Trying to reassure me, Lauren said she was in love with me and wanted to marry me but she also loved Allison. “Can’t we make this all work?” she pleaded. She said she needed for me to accept that she was a bisexual woman. We cried in each other’s arms.
I quickly came to regret it but I broke up with her that night. I regret it because I should have been accepting of her bisexuality and let our love guide us.
It wasn’t that I had any issue with bisexuality. I didn’t. The roadblock was around the reality, which hit me like a ton of bricks when we came out as bi to me, that we’d never be a monogamous couple. She wanted a girlfriend, and I wanted to be her one and only. A lot of guys dream of threesome sex with two women, but I’m here to tell you: When a threesome involves the woman you love more than anything else in the world, it’s scary to consider.
That night, feeling absolutely devastated, I saw no resolution and walked away.
Lauren said she didn’t blame me. She said she’d “wait” for me if I wished to return to her.
Continue to Part II
