what is a swing party
Girls, first of all, thank you! You inspired, and everyone I asked for help responded immediately... thank you.
We rarely meet with friends now, and suddenly this is a great occasion, and I decided to celebrate the jam day by inviting friends, and took the Mafia as the theme. Once upon a time we played mafia - it was a lot of fun and we collected a lot of information about such parties.
All the details with the photo below the cut...
I sent everyone invitations and dress code rules.
She made me up of Italian dishes, alcohol - wine, martini and grappa))) I bought gangster hats in a “fun venture”, selected music - swing, Charleston, from the movie “Some Like It Hot”, made directions for all the guests and printed them out , like a photo in 20x30 format. I made a cake, bought jewelry for my hair and unfastened the fur from my down jacket)))
The morning of the X day itself began with flowers from my beloved husband. I managed to run after them early in the morning without waking up my daughter and I))) I’m still choosing a gift, I have everything - I’m happy))) 19 roses - that’s how many I had when we met, 27 roses last year )))
Then I quickly cleaned up somewhere from 10 to 12, rushing around the apartment like a broom, and my family went for a walk with my daughter and bought more groceries.
Then at one o’clock my girls, who don’t have children yet, came and helped me cut, spread and cook. It was a great pre-party - we chatted and drank some wine)))
I hung the rules on the door.
I barely had time to get dressed and comb my hair))) when the guests arrived at three o’clock.
This is me with my baby.
Time flew by quickly (from three to ten)!
Everyone really liked my orientations))) Everyone took theirs home as a souvenir)))
This is mine, for example)
For each I found a suitable photo and text, and for someone I even photoshopped a gun and a hat.
Everyone congratulated everyone on a toast in a circle, starting with their dear one (he’s in purple)))
we drew a little forfeits and had fun with a photo shoot with a mustache and glasses.
We played mafia for half an evening! This is a super game, I recommend it, it’s incredibly addictive and kills time, we had a good laugh))) This photo seems to fit... the commissioner is on his last legs - she’s the mafia!))))
And a photo in the theme of the evening)))
And finally, my cake and festive “children’s” fireworks!
I really enjoyed this evening and will remember it for a long time))) Of course, a lot depends on the mood of the guests. I laughed heartily, received so many good words and wishes, and gifts, of course)))! With such a positive mood, we later found the strength to give our daughter a bath, and before we could blink an eye, we put everything away later - and washed it with the help of a dishwasher)))
Girls, I told you as much as I could - ask anyone who is interested.
Group relationships, or Why did they choose swinging? Story one
But they have a secret side of life, upon learning which most will be horrified, diluted by burning curiosity, and grannies will spit in their direction, calling them sinners and libertines. Because these couples in their intimate relationships are not satisfied with each other and invite additional partners. They are swingers.
The word swing means change or transition. This term is used by musicians, financiers, clothing designers and group sex enthusiasts. Initially, only married couples who exchanged partners with each other were considered swingers. But gradually this concept has become broader - couples no longer have to be married, often a couple invites only one partner, sometimes several couples have sex at once.
The main difference between swing and group sex is that established couples necessarily take part in the first. Physiologically, swinging is not much different from regular group sex, but swingers claim that the difference is huge - it is that partners who decide to swing must have experience living together and completely trust each other. Otherwise, the couple in the swing movement will not last long, and with a high probability they will break up completely.
Why do they need swing? What is this? The search for new sensations, the desire to experiment, to fulfill one’s sexual fantasies, to avoid cheating behind one’s back - often all this together or separately. And some of them simply have a different view of the world. But it’s better to listen to the swingers themselves...
Nadya (32) & Dima (33). Nadya says...
We have been together for 10 years, swinging for exactly half - 5 years, officially married - for the third year. We were actually a married couple, although not registered. We went through a lot together, gave birth to a child, started our own business. We loved each other and got along quite well in all areas of life - both in everyday life and in bed.
Although “we got along quite well” is not even quite the right word. In sex, we were completely delighted and satisfied with each other. But there was somehow a small “but” between us. Some kind of small secret door. Which everyone would like to open, but was afraid to be the first. A door behind which was a world of the deepest secrets and fantasies.
But the day came when, at the time of the next crisis in relationships - after all, we all have them, these crises - we broke the last barrier and decided to talk as openly as never before in our lives. And among other things, they revealed their most cherished fantasies to each other. And no matter how trivial, one of the “cherished pictures” was associated with group sex.
The thought had come to me before, but only if it only excited me like a picture from a porn film and had no connection with reality, then my husband took this prospect very seriously. What made me terribly angry. But one day I made up my mind. What followed was an almost purely technical discussion: who should we look for first to misbehave with - a boy or a girl. We didn't see eye to eye. We took a time out.
It was then that I found the mysterious word “swing” on the Internet and realized that this was what was needed - entertainment for married couples like us. We did not consider the “exchange of wives/husbands” aspect as an end in itself. That wasn't the main thing. But rather the realization of the “us plus someone else” fantasy. “Someone else” in the form of a couple seemed to be the most harmonious and interesting option. After studying a bunch of materials “on the topic” and talking for quite a long time on specialized resources, we finally decided to get acquainted with “live swingers”.
It turned out that these are really people just like us. Loving each other and loving sex. Finally we chose a couple. Or she chose us. Everything was somehow natural and easy to determine. Without long correspondence and reasoning. Young, easy-going and absolutely relaxed in communication. We immediately felt that of all the people with whom we crossed paths, this would be the most pleasant option for a meeting.
Many people like to set up the first meeting somewhere on neutral territory. We felt calmer at home, “in our fortress.” The guys behaved very cleverly and correctly - it was somewhat reminiscent of an ordinary first date of mature people. When everyone knows why they came, but enjoys the evening. In the end, we ourselves wanted to continue.
I won’t describe the “bed details.” But in short, it’s like a scene from a porn film, but from the outside. Great degree of excitement, sweet horror of realization. But this is not the main thing. We really felt like we were on some kind of hooligan trip together.
After the first experience, we questioned each other for a long time and meticulously - there were some fears for each other, for the moment “after”. But we realized that, in fact, we liked everything. And soon I wanted to continue.
The first months were literally mind-blowing from the opportunities that had opened up and the feeling that “everything is allowed and nothing will happen for it.” We began to actively participate in parties, got acquainted, met.
The three of us tried to meet. But it’s not always easy to find a girl, and girls are capricious. It's easier with a guy. But for us this is more of a periodic prank, depending on the mood. Many couples, on the contrary, prefer “C” grades, but this is not really swinging.
The feeling is different - with a couple and with a single person. Not everyone is so sensitive to this, but for us it is.
A couple is just like us. With similar values, circumstances, life experiences. The purposes of the meetings, finally. Of course, even with couples there are character inconsistencies and disappointments. But in most cases, a married (at least permanent) couple is people “from the same cloth” as we are.
Female bisexuality in swinging is very common. Another question is that she is not always sincere, often it is more like “bi games” - for her own entertainment and to excite men. Although I am an avid “bishka”.
Each meeting added some nuances to our impressions of the world of swing. Sometimes pleasant, sometimes not so pleasant. The unpleasant discovery was that not all partners are so sensitive, subtle and understanding. Either we will meet a very aggressive man in a couple, or a bitchy and eccentric woman. But over time, we learned to understand people better and from short, thoughtless acquaintances we again came to an attentive and careful choice.
It’s our turn to become the “first” for someone. But it turned out that they were not just the first. We really suited each other both in sex and in leisure, just in life. And finally we met those who became our partners and close friends. At one time there was even a period of intense love and difficult relationships. But we coped with the dangerous moments. Being a “permanent four” is pleasant and has its good sides. There is balance here, and even more basic hygienic protection. But at the same time, these are all the difficulties of a permanent relationship - both routine and, conversely, jealousy.
Now we like to meet with old friends we already know, and sometimes get to know someone. Our hobby went from being an exotic dish that I was hooked on for a while to becoming a pleasant occasional seasoning. Although, of course, this seasoning has changed our way of life. There was again a place for flirting, adventure, and new acquaintances. The external lifestyle has also changed. The need to find time for a party, for sex - trips to the sauna. And since there is little leisure in our lives, the circle of acquaintances also became more and more “thematic”.
Most swingers are in their mid-30s. But this is very average. Let's put it this way - the age of Moscow-St. Petersburg (for example) avid party-goers is from 25 to 50. With a concentration of about 30-35 years. Often - with higher education (although by no means the rule), with an average or higher income level. Although in our country this is a slippery concept. Yes, there is also a crisis...
But at least most swingers have a computer and a car.
Many have children who are old enough not to have to sit at home with them or not have to listen to their grandmother’s reproaches for going out at night. Over the past 5 years the number of people has increased. But the “quality” of society has also changed. Recently, the swing community has changed towards greater rejuvenation and greater freedom of morals. More “permanent non-married couples” began to appear.
For young people, our fears and lack of information are unknown. They read everything, saw everything. And they dabbled in group sex almost in their early student years (at best). There is nothing special about this for them anymore. I'm grossly generalizing, but in my opinion this is the picture. Whether this is good or bad, I don’t know. Wait and see.
Most swingers perceive social condemnation with humor. But few people, of course, want to deliberately shock others. Because the majority are family people, socially stable. We don’t need unnecessary worries from loved ones and gossip from colleagues.
We will also think ten times about who to say and what to say. But if this is a really close friend or girlfriend, then it would be wild to hide some important part of your life. Otherwise, this is no longer friendship.
From time to time, some people begin to be bothered by moral questions. Usually I only do it if I think about my parents. But not much. Because I know the main thing - Dima and I are together, we love each other.
It seems to me that those who have some problems begin to suffer from remorse. Or more precisely, for those whose swing or other form of “non-standard sexual life” has revealed ALREADY EXISTING problems. And often people, who, before rushing into such adventures, would do well to understand both themselves and each other, blame swing itself for their misfortunes. Although he was only the last straw or litmus test, or the pebble that tipped the scales towards problems.
Seeing what attracts partners in us, Dima and I somehow took a new look at each other and at ourselves. But at the same time, feeling how slippery and insidious the sexual sphere is, in which there are no prohibitions, we began to take care of each other even more and be even more sensitive to each other’s emotions, joys and anxieties.
There is a “golden rule of swing”: “NO means NO.” Any of us could have said stop. We practically did not use this, but such a barrier turned out to be very important. Periodically check the boundary beyond which it is dangerous to go - and be vigilant.
The boundary is, first of all, possible emotional involvement. When a partner becomes more than a partner, especially if the couple is permanent. Also, the feeling of an “open marriage” is unacceptable for us. When everyone is free to do whatever they want. And when the feeling of “together” disappears.
Each couple may have its own rules. For example, our agreements are as follows:
- Always speak up if there is discomfort, whether from your own feelings with another partner, or from watching your husband or wife. If you don’t like something, we’ll let you know promptly.
- Everyone has a “veto power” over the process.
- Let them know if a partner from another couple is actively seeking communication outside of dating.
This communication is not prohibited; moreover, we have friends with whom we like to communicate “outside of sex.” But we keep each other informed of events. This is not “total control” as it may seem, and does not contradict the trust thesis. But simply informing about what concerns both of us.
We try to be close at parties and swinger festivals. Otherwise, there is no point in all this for us. That is, of course, we don’t run after each other, we don’t constantly hold hands. But we know that he and I are here somewhere. And if something interesting happens - a meeting, communication - we rush to tell each other about it.
Continued here: shkolazhizni.ru/love/articles/23633/.
Our first trip to a swing club. Part 2
Walking up the stairs, I was no longer at all shy, playfully swaying my hips and lifting the hem of my dress so that those coming from below could see me.
Walking through the first door, a stream of groans simply invaded my ears from different directions. We entered a huge hall with a luxurious multi-level sofa for orgies. Almost all the places were occupied by people's bodies, naked, fucking, kissing. We found a place for ourselves, next to the rise, on which the girl moaned so loudly that these sounds resonated in my lower abdomen. My husband tried to persuade me for 69 for some time, but in the end, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Every movement of the penis into my mouth was accompanied by a storm of emotions from the fact that they were looking at it. I looked too. What a volcano of emotions it is when you meet the gaze of a girl or another man who is not occupied with you. Sharply throwing me off of him, my husband threw my legs over his shoulders. And he turned on such a speed that the slapping of bodies against each other seemed to be audible even on the first floor. He set the pace for the neighboring couples. Something unimaginable has begun. All the men around began to fuck their women so quickly and hard that moans and screams simply filled the room. Honestly, I was just bathed in these voices.
Having calmed down a little, we moved to the 2nd level, where my husband sat. I was on my knees in front of him, sticking my butt out slightly (I like to do this). And again his dick was in my mouth. Next to us, an awesome couple just had their orgasm. They were already getting up, getting ready to leave, when my husband turned to the man from the couple: “Do you want to touch my wife from behind?” My eyes widened in surprise, a huge amount of adrenaline surged that I couldn’t say a word, but simply nodded. That man replied: “Yes, I’ve been staring at her for a long time, it’s a shame not to touch her, my dear, touch her, what a feminine ass.” And how well the girl sucks.” Oh, I will remember this phrase, because it was followed by 4 hands, two male and two gentle female. They either stroked me or spanked me lightly. I got so into it that I didn’t notice they left. The husband lifted it up and started his marathon again. I was already so warmed up that I didn’t pay attention to what was happening around me. Suddenly he pulled out of me and said: “Do you want to put a dick in your mouth?” I said yes and reached out to him, but he stopped me with the words “not mine.” Another explosion. He nodded towards the man who, it turns out, had been standing nearby all this time. Already with a condom on the penis, on such a big and beautiful penis. After my “yes,” I began to push myself onto the stranger’s penis with my mouth and at the same time I felt my husband enter me. One of my fantasies became reality. A range of emotions, a wave of heat ran from my face to my feet, I even got goosebumps. Everything was spoiled only by the hated taste of the condom. My husband lay down on me and asked “do you want him to enter you?” I could no longer and did not want to answer anything other than “yes.” The man turned out to be observant and kept the pace exactly like my husband. They have changed. The hot dick burst into me with such speed that I could scream. But she couldn't. My mouth was busy with my husband's member. Very unexpectedly, I felt 4 more hands stroking my back. Looking slightly to the side, I saw two more men. Oh, it was such a pleasure. I felt that this was all for me alone. And a wild wave of orgasm covered me that I even jumped off the stranger’s penis. Having caught my breath a little, I returned to my place, arching my back even more. I heard sweet male moans from behind and in front. The pace increased even more, the stranger had already begun to growl, my husband began to moan loudly and hold my head with his hands, pushing it onto himself. They came at the same time. The stranger in me, the husband in my mouth. I fell on the sofa simply exhausted. They were simply not there from these emotions, although I saw 3 more members next to me, ready to give me pleasure. But there was no strength.
And that stranger disappeared, I don’t even remember what he looked like.
That's how it happened. A new world of pleasures opened up for me.
