So a little about me....
Married 17 years, together for 20. Bisexual since before I even knew what it was. First kiss was with the neighbor girl who lived behind us when I was maybe 7 or 9...oooh it was nice. She was either Jennifer or Jessica...one was she, the other was her sister. She was lamenting a date with a boy and didn't know how to French kiss...I suggested she practice on me (oh please! oh please!). We went under my grandfather's boat trailer and practice we did. Her mouth was warm and sweet but she pulled away, afraid someone would see us. She was maybe 12. I, even in my young age, cooed in her ear "no, no, baby, it's okay, no one can see us..." as I pulled her back in for more toungage. She ran back home, sure she was going to hell.
Next girl-girl experience was a few years later. I was camping with my grandparents and...let me break in to tell you that, as a child, I was the epitome of a social cockroach. Fat, poor, thick glasses...you get it. I was the last person that would be getting it on with ANYONE, much less a girl. Or girlS.
back to the story.
So second time was when I was going into 5th grade, so I'd have been 11ish. It was around the end of summer break and I was camping with my grandparents at this lake resort thing by their house. They met up with up with some folks who were camping nearby and kind of forced me to hang out with their daughter who was roughly their age. Like all grandparents/parents do, they then forced me to go to her birthday party the following weekend or two away, which turned out to not be a bad thing. I go there, and it was she, her younger brother, and a girl friend of hers. The three girls (she, she, and I) were camping out in a tent in the back yard. After dinner and cake and lights out, we started playing truth or dare, which quickly turned into "truth or how many ice cubes can you put in your vagina." For me it was 5 (FYI). The friend was blonde and her pubic hair was like corn-silk, it was so transparent. All three of us got naked in quick order, and after freezing out our twats, played a game of rub-each other off, and then went to bed.
I never saw them again.
The girl-girl stuff kind of simmered down after that until I was in my late teens/early 20's, when my room-mate and I would randomly hook up with guys at bars, have one night stands and same room, non-swap sex. I always thought it was a turn on to see basically real-life porn, other people fucking right in front of me, but it never really went beyond that.
Fast forward to 12 years into my marriage, when my husband just asks "hey, you wanna maybe, you know, think about, maybe, I don't know, um, wife swapping?" Yeah sure okay. He was shocked at my open-minded-ness. Why? we had talked about it for years! But life gets in the way, the interest dies (or simmers) and...whatever.
So 2011....we start swinging.
well....we start THINKING about swinging. Like everything else, the notion is SO much easier than the actual act.
