This is a true story and I'll recount it as best as I can remember (reader: it's imprinted on my brain for life)

Met a girl through the site, 10 years ago. I was thirty three. We danced around meeting for a long time because like other women on here, she was plagued by single guys. We didn't live too far from one another, and one morning, something clicked and she agreed that I should call over and we'd just see if we clicked.

We clicked, and kissed and absolutely had the most uncomfortable sex. She was a bigger girl and I was fit. But I was rock hard for her. And eager to please. It was enjoyable but there was hesitancy on both of our parts. I was under the covers in between her legs, and she likewise couldn't meet my eyes. We parted after, and all was well. We were very compatible kissers. Knew what we both wanted and moved in symmetry.

Time went by, maybe a couple of weeks and we were messaging about the nerves etc. So we arranged for another morning to kiss our fears away.

The morning was explosive and we fucked on the couch, on the stairs and in the bed, and then finally back to the couch where she came on me and the cushions beneath my bum. There were times before the glorious ending whereby my hips were weary from thrusting but it was electric sex and we willed for it to continue. She liked that I protected her massive bosom from thrashing around when we went harder and faster. We parted, kissing more deeply than before.

I probably expected the messages between us to increase in pace, like our meetings but they slowed somewhat. One Friday, I got a message to come, later but to an address. Expecting a BnB (I lived at home with parents) I was surprised to find a long driveway and a plush multi bedroomed home. She had invited us both to a swingers party and we were to play the part of loving couple.

I had no issue. I liked her and held her hand as we mingled and went from room to room, saying over and over..in our Midlands accents, this is mad. This is mad. This is mad. And it was. There were five couples to what we could see, from early twenties to late 50s, if I could guess. But I'm sure there were more or more arrived because at 10pm, the blinds and curtains were all drawn and the place went into near darkness, if not for some soft lighting throughout the house.

Of course you don't toilet together so it was after an extended period of waiting, I wandered to find the bathroom downstairs empty. Where had she gone? Upstairs I went and then found that bathroom empty too. Time to check the rooms and I expected to find her underneath someone and wondering how would I feel about this.

I opened a door to extraordinary darkness and heard some light giggling. Walking in, I felt a hand on my clothes and was asked by a gentle female voice to take my clothes off if I wanted to stay in this particular room.. so I did. The room was enormous, so I gently stopped to the side of the room to the wall to adjust my eyes to the darkness when I felt a hand on my chest. A soft hand. It reached for me and almost immediately took me in their mouth. All of my senses were alive and I reached out to stroke the willing face. As I laid my hand, the voice spoke out, no touching..

I stood, my legs apart and a willing mouth on me. I heard another giggle and recognised it. But it was away from me. So there was someone I didn't know, slowly sucking my cock. A face moved towards me in complete darkness. I kissed someone and knew it was a man but damn was it a good kiss. I reached my hand out and felt a big thick cock. Perfect in shape and feel. I dont know why I did what I did. But I stroked it until I could take it no more and then I licked and sucked it. And it was fantastic. I was having my first male experience and I was loving it. I heard another willing giggle and knew who it was. But she was engaged in something too.

When I tell you that the next two hours are a heady mix of memory and events, I don't know how to describe it. At one point, I was on my knees inside another woman, as I slipped my fingers into my partner while someone straddled her face. I 69'd a guy and a girl.. later to guess with my partner that it was a husband and wife. At one point, I left the room to get some water downstairs when I met the older woman in the kitchen. Blonde/grey hair, she was wearing a very fine silk style dressing gown that was very open. She asked me to be aware of a tap and that would be her. She'd like me to take her in the ass.

I later found out that her husband had taken my partner in the ass. His was the cock I had sucked a few times.

She rapped me and I felt around for an ass. Small and bony enough, I knew it was her. So I did. And it was exceptional. She reached around before I finished and straddled me. The dressing gown was gone and her waist was incredible to feel, moving up and down.

It turned out that we were the last ones in the room and everyone had either finished and we're standing around or had already left for downstairs.

Everything was wet. Safety had been a priority and I found out that my partner had provided all of our details, unbeknownst to me. When I felt a cock, it felt lubed and the three to four different pussies were lubed or what felt like lube.

People left in due course and it seemed like we were well acquainted so everyone kissed everyone else. I don't know who suggested it but it felt naturally good.

I later found out that had never happened before.

I'd love to say that was the first of many that we went to but about two weeks later, I fucked my partner and a few days later she informed me of a UTI that she had picked up. It was nasty. Really bad. She put it together and thought it was as a result of the group (one of the guys had gone in too hard and deep and she said it had kinda hurt) so the group activity was ruined in her mind. We met up ourselves for about a month afterwards (sexually together 8 times in that time and when she got another UTI, I never heard back from her.

In time, she told me that she had just gone off sex and was fearful of another UTI. We moved on but what an adventure we shared.