Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 23:42:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Peter Simon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Christine + Open Tag/All<br><br><hr><hr><br>Peter Simon was, to put it plainly, nervous.<br><br>He had never embarked on anything like this before. A half dozen complete strangers would be coming to his house. They would proceed to talk and relax, then get naked and have sex. With each other. The bonds of marriage would be willingly broken and he'd be fucking some one elses wife, while some random guy would be fucking his wife. The idea of it all really turned him on. And, he had found, it turned his wife - Christine - on as well.<br><br>They had everything arranged and were just now awaiting for the couples to arrive. Casual attire had been announced though Peter didn't think it would matter for that long. The whole idea was to get naked and spend most of your time like that, with some one's wife. It had certainly been a long time since Peter had been with a woman other then his wife. He had never cheated on her so it had been years since another woman had touched him. He smiled at the thought of what was to come.<br><br>He was wearing jeans and a nice button down shirt, a relaxed casual fit. He'd forgone the usual boxers - it was just one more item of clothing to remove when the time came - and he found he liked the feeling of freeballing it. He glanced around the living room once more. The lights had been dimmed for a more comfortable setting, with several aromatic candles lit, and soft music playing in the background. Wine and beer were being chilled and ready for easy access.<br><br>He just hoped the weekend would go smoothly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 22:52:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sara<br><strong>Location:</strong> SUV headed to the Simon's home<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Conor<br><hr><br>Sara licked her lips before swallowing, then slowly moved her way up to nuzzle her husband affectionately.&nbsp; Gentle, lush lips gently pressed into Conor's cheek before she nipped at his ear and whispered, <strong>"You owe me one."</strong><br><br>The twenty-four year old brunette then moved back to the passenger seat, took a drink of Pepsi from the Big Gulp, straightened the spaghetti strap of her sundress, and buckled her seat belt.&nbsp; The visor's mirror was out and she was checking herself for any of her husband's residual.&nbsp; Even if it was a Swinger's party, she didn't want to enter wearing spunk.&nbsp; First impressions and all that.&nbsp; <br><br>Reassured that she was clean, she reapplied her lipstick, a glossy pink, and closed the visor.&nbsp; A sultry smile was on her lips as she eyed her husband.&nbsp; His pants still unzipped.&nbsp; She had at least tucked his member back in when she finished with it.&nbsp; The back of her head rested comfortably against the window.&nbsp; Just because they'd decided not to pull over for a quickie didn't mean she couldn't quietly try to coerce him to change his mind.<br><br>The red floral sundress she was wearing was casual but nice, and had the added benefit of being easy to slip on and off.&nbsp; Likewise, the black strapless bra underneath was easy to pull away yet provided the support needed and did little to hinder her generous cleavage.&nbsp; The hem stopped two inches above her knee and the black thong underneath held the same qualities as the rest of her clothes.&nbsp; In the floorboard, beside her currently bare feet, were her red heels.<br><br>Sara was excited.&nbsp; She always became excited for these weekends.&nbsp; It was on one such weekend that she'd met Conor.&nbsp; Neither of them, at the time, had expected their relationship would've gone so far or lasted as long as it did.&nbsp; Maybe that's what excited Sara the most.&nbsp; The unexpected adventure.&nbsp; Course, the sex helped a lot too.&nbsp; She was a sexual creature and would claim that she'd always been one.&nbsp; Conor was rare in the fact that he understood that and accepted her for who she was.&nbsp; She adored a number of qualities her husband possessed, but that understanding was at the top of the list.&nbsp; Seconded by how much he turned her on.<br><br>Her sultry smile slowly dissolved and she began chewing on her lower lip.&nbsp; Her gaze drifted to his hands and she momentarily wished she could trade places with the steering wheel.&nbsp; Conversation always helped get her mind off of sex, unless it was conversation about sex.<br><br><strong>"So, the hosts haven't ever done this before?&nbsp; Kind of crazy to host the thing if you don't know you'll like it.&nbsp; Can always leave if things aren't to your liking.&nbsp; Gotta kick people out if you're hosting.&nbsp; Wonder if they know what they're in for?"</strong>&nbsp; She mused out loud.<br><br>She and Conor had been swinging the entirety of their marriage, granted was only a few years, but she'd been doing it before she'd ever met Conor.&nbsp; The fact that they'd never hosted a party of their own only added weight to what she'd said.&nbsp; The Simons had to be sure of what they were doing.&nbsp; That or very desperate.&nbsp; Either way, it made things interesting.&nbsp; That knowledge and seeing the other pictures submitted on the swinger's forum made Sara almost glad that Conor hadn't pulled over yet.&nbsp; Their quickies weren't always that quick sometimes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 00:08:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Conor<br><strong>Location:</strong> Driveway/Front door of host home. <br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Sara<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/egamecon3.png)</div>Conor had one hand one the wheel and one hand on the back of Sara's head, taking a handful of her hair as her generous session of road head reached its end and his seed poured into her mouth. After she tucked him away in his black boxers he took a moment to zip up his blue jeans before glancing down to the base of his white shirt. No seed stains. Good. The hand that had been on her head took the wheel while his other arm shifted, elbow resting where his rolled down window currently wasn't occupying. The wind against his exposed forearm was pleasant, the sleeves were rolled up beyond his elbow. <strong>"Add it to my debt, I'll pay it off someday. Promise."</strong> There was a debt he was paying off slowly but surely. Yet it was on drives like these he always racked up more debt, or trips to the movies. <br><br><strong>"Yeah, first time doing anything of the sort. Its mad."</strong> he informed as the car pulled up and the mansion they'd be spending the weekend in. <strong>"Of course, they have money. You know how eccentric rich folk can be."</strong> he continued as the SUV moved up the driveway, until he pulled in to park. It had been a long time since he was first in the situation of seeing his partner being taken by another man. He could only wonder how the host would feel seeing his wife writhe under or on top of another man. Did they have rules like Conor and Sara did? If not then they should. <br><br>Conor stepped out of the car and moved around the opposite side to open the door for his wife. Just a few moments later he was at the front door of the house and had rung the doorbell.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nailcrosser</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 03:55:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> In his car, just pulled up to the house<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Teresa<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/c175.0.403.403/p403x403/377053_436720309700073_128843024_n.jpg)</div>The drive had been pleasant. Quiet, aside from when Ray began caressing Teresa's thighs as they drove on an empty stretch of highway. Caressing turned to fingering, and fingering turned to taking the next exit onto some private farmland and getting out of the car for a round of doggy style. Ray rushed his climax after the suspicion that a tractor was nearing over the hill, but the detour was still extremely satisfying. Ray's thoughts had been turning over and over, and he was prone to getting lost in them. Mostly eager anticipation with the occasional touch of insecurity or worst-case-scenario type thoughts, which was par for the course. When Ray dabbled in high school soccer, he earned the nickname of Poet, always thinking instead of doing. But spontaneous fucking on a dirt road was just what he needed to keep that creeping hesitation at bay.<br><br>Now here they were, actually doing something that had been out of his comfort zone for some time. By all means Ray was a sexual deviant with exotic, kinky taste, but that line of monogamy stayed distinct and clear once he was married. Cheating was not in his character. And here he was about to defy his own nature. It was invigorating. He'd dressed simply, assuming the probability of losing or wrecking his clothes was high. A black t-shirt, torn jeans, and cheap sneakers he would wear when painting. He pulled off the rough look pretty well, not worried that the other ladies would find him too shabby. At least he was well groomed. When they pulled up, he stalled getting out of the car. He looked to Teresa and gave her a smile, meant for the facade of pure joy and excitement but barely betrayed what was going on further back in his mind.<br><br>Ray leaned over to give his wife a tender kiss on the cheek. <strong>"Here we are."</strong> he said. They walked hand-in-hand to the front steps of the Simon household and rang the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delotha</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 04:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i50.tinypic.com/2n71oqf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Teresa<br><strong>Location:</strong>In their car, just pulled up to the house<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Ray<br><br><strong>Body: </strong> Teresa had debated what to wear for a long time, her husband had decided on ragged clothing as he believed they would be lost or torn up. His idea brought the same idea to her, but she knew that she wouldn't look good if that was the decision that she made. So she stood in her lace red panties and bra as she looked over all of her clothing. They weren't rich, but she had taken care of her clothes and managed to stay around the same size so her collection had become rather large. She scanned over it again and again until finally deciding that she would rather look hot, but then there was the decision of what to wear that she wouldn't mind losing. She thought of her skimpy black dress, one with no back, frail strands that held it on her body while the bottom sat on about a foot from her waist, it showed off her body, but she didn't want to lose it. She took it off of it's hanger and folded it, placing it in her one, already packed bag. It would be a fun piece to have if she was looking to draw some more attention. She looked around once more and finally made her decision. She stripped a short black skirt off of the hanger and slid it on over her thong, for a shirt she took a black blouse with the top open enough to show off the trim of her lace bra. After she was dressed she walked to the full body mirror on the other side of the room, looking up and down her body and nodding in approval as she ran her fingers through her hair once last time, happy with it's outcome.<br><br>Her hair was a dirty blonde with darker, brown roots as she had recently died the blonde in. Her lips were a crimson red from a light coat of lipstick and a small ring of black encircled her eyes, one she thought only made her alluring brown eyes even more enticing. She walked over the bedside table and lifted her perfume, spraying only once onto her self, she despised woman that over did perfume. The only reason she wore any at all was because she adored the smell that this one had, one that reminded her of a forest in the dark of night, something she had never had the privilege of experiencing for any&nbsp; long period of time. Satisfied with herself she stole away into the car with Ray, as the quiet drive began. When Ray placed his hand on her inner thigh she was happy with it, even though they were headed to a place to have sex with other couples, he still felt the same affection and lust for her that he had always had. The touch quickly sunk beneath her dress as he began to finger her, keeping one hand on the wheel. After a good while Teresa found herself yearning for him and begging him to pull over.<br><br>They had quickly pulled away from the highway on an exit that resulted a good doggy style fucking with her bent over the hood of their car. After a good forty five minutes they returned to their respective seats and headed back to the highway. The rest of the ride went by in almost a complete silent satisfaction with her constant rubbing against his crotch.&nbsp; Once they arrived he parked their car and they stepped out, going towards the door, as their hands clasped together she flashed a smile and a wink at him, ringing the doorbell. <strong>”Well, no going back now.”</strong> She said with finality in her voice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 11:31:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bsgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Wilber.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Morales<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Simon's<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Callie Morales, in the car and walking up to the house to meet the others<br><hr><br>A plush black '65 Mustang purred to a slow halt. The setting sun glanced off its polished edges proportioning the heavyweight vehicle with added allure. From within, a man, gruff and handsome, rather like his car gazed at the scene he was stepping into. A house blessed with the luxuries of a comfortable urban lifestyle greeted his calculating stare. Lush lawns, an expansive driveway and a rather picturesque porch were amongst those visible from his current vantage point. The surrounds did not surprise him. The advertisement did reveal a hint of artistry and only refined taste could disguise the endeavor awaiting him to be anything besides debauchery. The surprise though was quite simple, his presence. <br><br>One would think discovering ever more risque entertainment would be 'all in a day's work' for someone so steeped up the ladders of the music industry without seeking help from everyday folk. But as he'd heard his assistants, quite pathetically, nudging up each other's courage to answer the ad, Victor Morales found himself considering a change of scenery. Callie had always enjoyed it, though he suspected part of her pleasure was in knowing her husband was watching her behave in ways to cause the devil to blanch. Admittedly, he had only ever allowed his wife to be fucked by his friends or rather only the friends whose wives he had wanted to fuck. Yet strangely, the prospect of expanding their little web of swinging enticed him. Not least was the fact that it would be with people outside the entertainment industry. Who knew, maybe they might even recognize him! <br><br>A smirk carved across his lips at the thought and knowing how much his wife adored that mean streak in him, he turned to her brandishing the evil crescent. <strong>'Remember, don't expect too much and for God's sake, don't drain the poor bastards out! As much as I'd like to be smothered by all the women there, I really can't afford another slew of stalkers!'</strong> As far as bastards went, it seemed it took one to know one. <br><br>Stepping out of the menacing vehicle, he circled its front to usher his gorgeous wife to her feet holding his hand out for her. A gentleman bastard. <strong>'Oh, it seems we already have company'</strong>. From the other side, his eyes caught glimpse of what they'd missed. Even from this distance the women looked quite stunning indeed. Another lovely wave of surprise washed over him, enough to even distract him from adoring his wife's gorgeous legs peeking out from the Mustang. <strong>'Let's not keep them waiting, shall we?'</strong>, Victor offered Callie his elbow and the couple walked up towards an evening that looked very very promising. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 20:23:22</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Christine Simon<br>Where: Living room<br>With: Peter, welcoming the others</strong><br><br>Like her husband, Christine was also feeling more than a little nervous, but excited and curious as well.&nbsp; She thought back to how this whole idea had started, as she tried to decide what she should wear.&nbsp; Peter had been the one to suggest the idea one night, rather uncertainly, not knowing how she'd take it.&nbsp; He'd been quick to assure her that he still wanted her, but that he'd always had the fantasy of seeing her with other men.&nbsp; She'd found the idea intriguing, especially since she'd only been with Peter, and knowing she'd have his approval and permission allowed her natural curiosity to emerge, wondering what being with someone else would be like.&nbsp; The idea of watching him with another woman was also an exciting one, and she thought she'd be able to handle it.&nbsp; After all, if he was allowing her to be with other men, he had the same right to be with another woman, and she trusted him and knew that after all was said and done, it was her that he was married to, and that he wanted to have a committed relationship with.<br><br>She finally settled on a skirt and blouse, something that would look casual, yet still be pretty, and signify that she considered this event one worth putting some effort into.&nbsp; The skirt came to just above her knees, and the blouse had short sleeves, a nice middle ground, she thought.&nbsp; Not as casual as jeans and T-shirts, but not as formal as a dress would be.&nbsp; She decided to leave her hair loose, and skipped any makeup, wanting everyone to see her natural look, without any artifice.&nbsp; She smiled at her reflection, glancing at the clock and quickening her pace as she left their room, knowing it was about time for the guests to show up.<br><br>She gave Peter a nervous but excited smile as she saw him, and approved of his choice of outfit too, letting her eyes travel over his figure slowly as her smile became warmer.&nbsp; She only hoped they'd thought of everything anyone might need or want while they were here.<br><br>The doorbell rang before she had much chance to worry they might have forgotten something, making her jump even though she'd been expecting it.&nbsp; She reached reflexively for his hand as she passed him, wanting him with her when she answered the door, needing a bit of the familiar to cling to as everything about their lives and the dynamic of their relationship was about to change.&nbsp; It seemed most everyone had arrived all at once, judging by the sound of the doorbell not once but twice more as they headed for the front door, and she was relieved to be getting the greeting over and done with all at once.&nbsp; She'd never been one to be in her element at big parties, though naturally she'd grown more used to it since her and Peter had been married.&nbsp; But this group would be relatively small, and the atmosphere the candles made would hopefully be a relaxing one, which calmed her nerve somewhat.<br><br>She opened the door to find all the others waiting on their porch, and she gave them all a shy but sincere smile as she moved back to let them in.&nbsp; "Welcome everyone, I'm Christine, and this is Peter," she offered by way of greeting, and then felt foolish for introducing themselves.&nbsp; Everyone already knew who they were, after all, at least by name.&nbsp; "Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable.&nbsp; There's drinks in the kitchen, if anyone wants them," she said, gesturing to the kitchen as they passed by it on their way to the living room.&nbsp; She turned to Peter then, not sure if he wanted to address everyone, but giving him the chance, if he had anything he wanted to add.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 00:34:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Redhead2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Morales<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Simon's<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Victor Morales<br><br>Callie whistled softly as they approached the house. Damn, this was nice. She rolled her eyes playfully at her husband, "I wasn't expecting too much, actually. At least not until we pulled up here. It's like the Playboy mansion opened it's doors to swingers." The redhead leaned in a little bit, looking closer at the finely manicured lawn and the exterior of the lovely abode they were driving up to. At her husband's next remark she couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Eye rolling got done a lot in the Morales home, especially by Callie. "Modest as always, hon. Don't worry, I don't think you'll have to deal with any stalkers. Especially once they've had to put up with you for a couple days." Leaning back in her seat, Callie grinned impishly at her husband and gave his thigh a little pat. <br><br>Surprisingly, she wasn't actually nervous about this whole thing. She'd figured this to be something they'd already experienced, but on a much grander scale. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Nobody hits it off and everyone goes home. The only thing lost is a little bit of time. At least they could say they'd done it. As she finished mulling all this over, they'd parked the car and Victor was on his way around. Callie slid out and rose to her feet, taking her husband's arm with a little smile, "Yup. Let's go see what the weekend has in store, hm?" They strode up as a couple and arrived just as others were being let inside and introductions were made. Callie smiled at Christine and introduced herself and her husband on the way in, "I'm Callie and this is my husband Victor. Nice to meet you both."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 01:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sara<br><strong>Location:</strong> SUV to the Simon's porch then inside<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Everybody, it would seem.<br><hr><br>After Conor walked around and opened her door, she slipped her arm into his and walked to the house's front door with him.&nbsp; As he was ringing the doorbell, she was first admiring the place and then admiring the other guests as they approached.&nbsp; She couldn't help but smile warmly at the others, almost like a child in a candy store.&nbsp; The other women were beautiful and the men weren't slouches either.&nbsp; Well, except for the guy who had worn work clothes to the event.&nbsp; <br><br><em>To each their own,</em> she thought and did her best not to think too much on the first impression.<br><br>A stunning brunette opened the door to the residence and introduced herself as Christine.&nbsp; Sara recognized the woman as their hostess from the photograph shared over the internet and turned her warm, friendly smile to the woman.&nbsp; Knowing Christine was new to this, Sara tried to make it as natural as possible.&nbsp; Considering Sara's experience she pulled it off fairly well and hopefully it helped their hostess' nerves.<br><br>She introduced herself and Conor, her husband, before moving on into the house in order to make room for the other guests arriving behind them.&nbsp; Sara was careful to pick up the others' introductions as well and introduced herself and Conor to those who approached in the same way she had done to Peter and Christine.<br><br>An excited tingling began at the base of her skull as she watched the other couples file in.&nbsp; She couldn't deny an instant attraction to the other women and shot Conor a smile and look that he'd be all too familiar with.&nbsp; She had to envy her husband as the time available to get to know the other women would likely be limited.&nbsp; It was a full weekend though and likely plenty of time for everyone to get to know everyone they wanted to.<br><br>Arm still entwined with Conor's, she leaned in and whispered to him, <strong>"Let's get a drink and start mingling?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 22:04:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Peter Simon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> All + Open Tag<br><hr><hr><br>Peter took his wifes hand and allowed her to drag him to the door. Once there, it wasn't long before they were making introductions with the first of the guests. Peter had to admit that he found all of the women attractive as they arrived - he'd certainly be happy to sleep with all of them! The men, he noted, were all handsome as well and he was sure his wife would be pleased to be with any of them. The Online Pictures had certainly not been faked but at the same time did not do justice! The women were far more stunning.<br><br>He helps usher them in with the promise of drinks. There was not an endless supply of alcohol - he had done research on hosting a swingers party and limiting it was the best idea. It'd get expensive and people would get far too drunk otherwise. Since this was going to be a weekend long affair, he had set aside alcohol per day. There was enough to let some inhibitions run free, but not enough to get drunk off, unless some one hogged it all to themselves.<br><br>Peter grabbed himself a beer and took a healthy swig. He cleared his throat and turned to everyone. "Greetings, every one. My name is Peter and I am a first time host and swinger. This is my beautiful wife, Christine, who will be helping me entertain you for the evening. I would like to welcome you all to my home and hope that this weekend of debauchery and fun is everything one could expect. There is plenty of drink and food and I think we'll start our first icebreaking game in 30 minutes - a little 'Have you ever...' so we can get to know each other before moving onto the more...entertaining games."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nailcrosser</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 00:43:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Teresa + Open Tag/All<br><br>Ray smiled and greeted everyone warmly. When all the hellos were exchanged, he was ready to slip to the bar to start up a buzz. The meat market vibe of the event, although jarring, was definitely something he could embrace, and in a couple drinks time he would be as comfortable here as he would be anywhere. He looked to Teresa with a teasing expression, his eyes darting to some of the other men as if he were asking her who her favorite was. <strong>"Would you like a drink, hon?"</strong> he asked. He led her to the bar and made himself a Coke and whiskey, and willing to make her anything she pleased.<br><br>When drinks were in hand, Ray reintegrated with the group. He was good at drumming up conversation, interjecting when a good opportunity arose. He was opinionated but had a sense of humor and kept things light. After shooting the shit for a while among both ladies and men (<strong>"What do you do? How do you like it? Where are you from? Experienced swinging before?"</strong>), he tried to bring in anyone left out of the conversation. He found himself looking less and less at his wife. The sense of domineering over her evaporated. These people, no matter what background, were all on the same boat. He let go of his inhibition and was really enjoying himself.<br><br>The time passed faster than expected. Ray returned to his wife's side, covertly pinching her ass, and waited for the first game to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 05:18:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Conor<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the house <br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Everyone<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/egamecon3.png)</div> It seemed almost no time at all passed by before other couples started to arrive. The women were as attractive as one could hope for, and Sara seemed to acknowledge it even more quickly then Conor did. They exchanged introductions, Conor offering a firm handshake to each as Sara introduced them. They all seemed friendly enough, hopefully no ego's or overtly competitive alpha male types. These weekends were best enjoyed when all were relaxed, not when you were watching someone waiting for them to kick off or the like. <br><br>Eventually everyone made their way inside and they formally met their hosts for the weekend. Conor couldn't recall what they did for a living if it was listed on the website, but they were doing it right by the look of the home. When Sara suggested they mingle and grab a drink, Conor gave a nod. "<strong>Yeah....yeah sure thing. I'll grab us some drinks if you wanna...start mingling.</strong>" he parted from her side but for just a moment, returning with a beer he was already taking a sip from and a glass of wine for his wife. When the host gave his speech welcoming them Conor just stood, smiling and giving him a nod when he finished. First time swinging, exciting stuff. <br><br>The mingling started, and seemed to go well ("<strong>I'm an engineer. Yeah its great! I'd hope so after how long I spent studying it. Atlanta, originally. Yeah, since before the wife and I met.</strong>"). It was a good start so far.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delotha</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 19:57:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Teresa<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Ray and All Others<br><br><div class="floatleft"> (http://i50.tinypic.com/2n71oqf.jpg) </div><br>Teresa allowed Ray to take her to the bar where she followed his lead and had him pour her some Coke and whiskey; she never really drank much compared to the other swingers. Drinking, although it released her inhibitions, it also had the ability to put her in a very sensual mood, something she didn't particularly like the idea of in the first couple of hours. She did have some standards after all, and the warmth of alcohol just brought on sexual interaction. As each couple entered she looked the individuals up and down, first the males and then the females, they all looked rather attractive and she approved of all of them. As her eyes turned back to Ray to winked as if to say, <em>"Good Luck"</em><br><br>She then broke off and roamed the living room, inspecting the other swingers and looking for the possibility to mingle, grasping it at every turn. Teresa was very flirtatious and loved to communicate with everyone, she couldn't wait for the first game to come around. "Have you Ever..." could be fun, especially if it involved drinking and story telling. After a while of mingling she had returned and stood beside one of the couches and saw Ray walking towards her again. She greeted him with a smile only to feel him pinch her ass and a muffled yelp to attempt to escape her lips and fail.<br><br>She glared at him playfully, but did nothing in return, everything she could think of would've been a bit too obvious. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 00:42:07</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Christine<br>Where: Living room<br>With: Everyone</strong><br><br>Christine's nervousness lessened slightly as everyone found their way inside and started talking and getting to know each other a bit after Peter's speech.&nbsp; She was glad for his taking the lead, and she felt comfortable letting him.&nbsp; She gave him a thankful smile when he finished, before following everyone else's example in going after a drink, wine in her case, though only a small glass.&nbsp; She'd never liked drinking all that much, and seeing as she was one of the ones in charge, she thought she should be even more moderate about it, at least at first.<br><br>All the other men were quite handsome, and the women weren't slouches either.&nbsp; Sara seemed especially confident and friendly, and Christine liked that.&nbsp; She couldn't remember if the woman had done this before, but if she hadn't, she wasn't letting it bother her.&nbsp; She stood off to the side, though still in range of conversation if anyone felt like talking, simply observing everyone, and trying to make sure they all had what they needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 07:51:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Everybody, it would seem.<br><hr><br>Sara watched momentarily as Conor left to get her a drink.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly what she had in mind but it worked.&nbsp; Finding the nearest person who wasn't already engaged she smiled and began talking.&nbsp; The usual questions were asked and answered.&nbsp; ("What do you do?"<strong>"I run a small business, .&nbsp; It's mostly a hobby.&nbsp; Conor is the bread winner."</strong>&nbsp; "How do you like it?"&nbsp; <strong>"It's fun.&nbsp; Keeps me busy... at least until we decide to have kids.&nbsp; Not for many years,"</strong> with a laugh.&nbsp; "Where are you from?"&nbsp; <strong>"San Fransisco.&nbsp; Keep trying to talk Conor into moving back there."</strong>&nbsp; Experienced swinging before?&nbsp; <strong>"You could say that?&nbsp; It's how I met my husband."</strong>)<br><br>Of course, she asked the questions in return plus some of her own, such as, (<strong>"What are you looking forward to most this weekend?"&nbsp; How was the trip here?&nbsp; Where'd you go to school?&nbsp; How long have you been swinging?&nbsp; How often do you swing?"</strong>)&nbsp; &nbsp;For the most part she kept things casual and delayed her typical "ice-breaking" questions for later.&nbsp; It was easy to see that she took care of herself, adored Conor, and that her husband took good care of her.&nbsp; To someone not accustomed to the lifestyle it might be difficult to understand why she swung.<br><br>After awhile, Sara disengaged from her current conversation and approached Christine who had stepped to the side and was watching.<br><br><strong>"Hey, thank you again for having us.&nbsp; You have a lovely home and Conor and I are honored that you chose to invite us."</strong>&nbsp; A friendly, disarming smile filled Sara's lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Those butterflies ready to burst out yet?"</strong>&nbsp; She followed it with a teasing wink.&nbsp; <strong>"Is there anything I can do to help out?"</strong> she asked sincerely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 21:03:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callie Morales<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> All<br><br>"I'll go get us a couple of drinks." said Callie, kissing her husband Victor on the cheek and slipping away. Her eyes roamed over the other men and women at the party, a slow smile curling her lips. Everyone here was rather gorgeous and she'd be happy to be with any one of them. After things warmed up a bit, she was sure this was going to be quite the party. Callie got a glass of wine for herself and her husband and returned to his side, handing him one of the wine glasses. She leaned in to whisper quietly to him, "So which of these ladies do you have your eye on?" Callie smiled, leaning away. She was wondering which of the men she'd like to go after, personally. It was rather hard to decide, they all looked very attractive and she was sure none of them were lacking in other departments, either. After her husband's response, she would grab his arm and grin, "C'mon, let's stop being wallflowers and go socialize."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 01:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=153027.msg7027230#msg7027230">Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 06-10-2012, 07:51:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Everybody, it would seem.<br><hr><br>Sara watched momentarily as Conor left to get her a drink.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly what she had in mind but it worked.&nbsp; Finding the nearest person who wasn't already engaged she smiled and began talking.&nbsp; The usual questions were asked and answered.&nbsp; ("What do you do?"<strong>"I run a small business, .&nbsp; It's mostly a hobby.&nbsp; Conor is the bread winner."</strong>&nbsp; "How do you like it?"&nbsp; <strong>"It's fun.&nbsp; Keeps me busy... at least until we decide to have kids.&nbsp; Not for many years,"</strong> with a laugh.&nbsp; "Where are you from?"&nbsp; <strong>"San Fransisco.&nbsp; Keep trying to talk Conor into moving back there."</strong>&nbsp; Experienced swinging before?&nbsp; <strong>"You could say that?&nbsp; It's how I met my husband."</strong>)<br><br>Of course, she asked the questions in return plus some of her own, such as, (<strong>"What are you looking forward to most this weekend?"&nbsp; How was the trip here?&nbsp; Where'd you go to school?&nbsp; How long have you been swinging?&nbsp; How often do you swing?"</strong>)&nbsp; &nbsp;For the most part she kept things casual and delayed her typical "ice-breaking" questions for later.&nbsp; It was easy to see that she took care of herself, adored Conor, and that her husband took good care of her.&nbsp; To someone not accustomed to the lifestyle it might be difficult to understand why she swung.<br><br>After awhile, Sara disengaged from her current conversation and approached Christine who had stepped to the side and was watching.<br><br><strong>"Hey, thank you again for having us.&nbsp; You have a lovely home and Conor and I are honored that you chose to invite us."</strong>&nbsp; A friendly, disarming smile filled Sara's lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Those butterflies ready to burst out yet?"</strong>&nbsp; She followed it with a teasing wink.&nbsp; <strong>"Is there anything I can do to help out?"</strong> she asked sincerely.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Christine returned Sara's smile easily, appreciating her relaxed demeanor and how easily she seemed to engage with everyone.&nbsp; "We're glad to have you, and there's no thanks necessary," she said, turning her eyes down a bit shyly at Sara's mention of butterflies.&nbsp; "You could say that.&nbsp; I've not done this before, either the hosting or the... participating, so I'm hoping it all works out for everyone.&nbsp; Peter's more the social one out of the two of us, and he can fit in just about anywhere, but being the center of attention is something I still have to get used to.&nbsp; I guess that's why he works in finance, and I'm content to read book submissions all day," she grinned.<br><br><br>"I think we're all set, but it's nice of you to offer," she added as Sara asked about helping.&nbsp; Sara had obviously participated in similar events before, and Christine was tempted to ask her if she had any advice, but she didn't want to seem totally clueless, and look like an idiot, so she kept her question to herself, though it was hard to keep from asking it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 01:32:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Peter Simon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Et al.<br><hr><hr><br>Peter grabbed his own cold beer and popped it open before taking a deep drink. Though he might not show it, he was completely nervous over the whole thing. He hoped everything would go smoothly and that there wouldn't be any problems. He didn't think any would crop up but he just wanted everyone to be comfortable and safe here. He returned to the living room and spotted his wife talking to a beautiful woman - Sara, if he remembered his introductions right - so he decided to move over to join them, catching the end of his wife's response.<br><br>He came up beside her, placing a comforting hand on the small of her back. "Its true, it was my idea, but we were both agreeable with it. I know hosting as our first time is a risk and challenge, but I think the familiarity of our surroundings helps." He says, offering the two a small smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 02:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room<br><strong>With Whom:</strong> Christine and Peter<br><hr><br>Sara took a sip of her wine and continued to smile pleasantly as she listened to Christine.<br><br><strong>"I think what you do is pretty interesting.&nbsp; You get to see other people's ideas in writing everyday.&nbsp; I would think that'd be pretty enjoyable."</strong><br><br>Her smile widened as Peter joined them, <strong>"I was just thanking Christine for having us.&nbsp; It is a pretty big jump to host things, though you do have a level of control over the situation and the familiarity of your surroundings could help.&nbsp; Just remember to be yourselves.&nbsp; You don't have to do anything you don't want to do and if you don't actually have sex with anyone except each other that's okay too.&nbsp; &nbsp; Lots of couples simply watch and then interact with each other or invite a single person or couple to join them.&nbsp; There's all types.&nbsp; For a lot of people it isn't about the sex.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, we all enjoy sex or else we wouldn't be here.&nbsp; For a lot of folks though it's simply the freedom of being who they really are."</strong><br><br><strong>"You know the first time I did this I didn't actually have sex with anyone, but I became enticed and enamored by the openness of it all,.</strong> <br><br>Sara shrugged and took another sip of her wine more to stop herself from talking too much than for any desire to get a buzz.&nbsp; Of course, the alcohol did help lower inhibitions but she really carried the drink around more to feel like she belonged and help assert that it was a festive occasion than anything else.<br><br>After a quick and casual survey of the room found Conor currently speaking with others Sara returned her attention to the Simons.&nbsp; <strong>"How long have you all lived here?&nbsp; Is there any place that's off limits and are we going to get a tour or just find our way around as the night proceeds?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 06:09:03</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Christine<br>Where: Living room<br>With: Talking with Sara and Peter</strong><br><br>Christine smiled as she saw Peter heading their way, feeling herself relax a bit more as he placed a comforting hand at the small of her back.&nbsp; She liked the way he had of always knowing shen she was nervous or worried, and finding little ways to reassure her or calm her without having to say anything, like now.&nbsp; Simple gestures of affection were just as meaningful as anything more sensual would be, and sometimes even more so.&nbsp; She was the same way with him, able to tell his mood without having to ask him, and did her best to cheer him up when he needed it.<br><br>"I really do like it, and I feel lucky to have the kind of job I do, being able to do something I actually like," she said.&nbsp; "Most people can't really say that, and to me my job isn't really work, since it's actually something enjoyable," she grinned.<br><br>"It's true, I was agreeable to the idea, don't get me wrong," she continued, not wanting Sara to think this was strictly Peter's idea, and Christine was only doing it because he wanted her to.&nbsp; "It's true I hadn't thought about it until Peter brought it up and told me he'd always been interested in seeing me with other people, but once he'd bbrought it up, it was an intriguing thought."&nbsp; She glanced around the room, making sure everyone else was still involved in their conversations, and that no one was in need of anything before she continued.&nbsp; "Peter was the first person I was ever with, so when he mentioned that he'd always wanted to watch me with someone else, I was curious, once I made sure he wasn't trying to tell me in a roundabout way that he didn't want me anymore.&nbsp; After that was settled, I was really okay with the idea."&nbsp; She smiled to herself, remembering the way her doubt had been taken care of, and how Peter had more adequaltely shown her he still wanted her.<br><br>Surprise and relief were evident at Sara's next words, and she felt herself relax a little more at hearing she didn't have to be with anyone else if she didn't want to be.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; I figured everyone would expect to get with someone else other than who they came here with, but it's nice to know that it's not necessary.&nbsp; Not that I'm saying I don't want to, it's just good to know that I get cold feet or something, no one'll look down on me for it."<br><br>She glanced up at Peter at Sara's question about anything being off limits, not able to think of anything, and gauging his thoughts from his expression.&nbsp; "I can't think of any place that would be off limits, except maybe our own room," she said, the last coming to her as she spoke.&nbsp; She didn't mind doing this, but she wanted a place in the house that still only belonged to them, something that wouldn't bring up memories of the weekend for her after everyone left when she entered it.&nbsp; She glanced up at Peter again, hoping he was okay with that.&nbsp; "As far as a tour, we can do that," she offered.&nbsp; "I just hope we thought of everything anyone might want."&nbsp; She flushed, remembering all the new things they'd bought, that they hadn't even used themselves, and hoped everyone would find something to their liking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wife Swap Soap (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 02:20:16</strong>
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