Diary of a VERY Liberated Lady

I (Joan) have been following Ann's adventures for the past couple of years... through reports of her activities which were written by her husband.  This report (from a very real woman) was written by her... primarily about the two weddings she and her hubby had.


Received in May, 2006

By Ann

My hubby said I should write this to share with some of our friends.  So here goes!

Mostly just the bare facts, I guess.  I don't know if you could strictly call it cheating on my hubby most of the time, as I usually tell him all about it now, although at first I thought I needed to run around behind his back, like I'd done with all my boyfriends before him.  

When we got married, we had two weddings.  We wanted to have swingers at our wedding, so he said why not have a swingers wedding party (our motto was "Cumm and Share the new Couple!"), and then a family wedding later so we could have some real fun first and then satisfy the family at the other.  I was just barely 19 when we had the first wedding, and then a month or so later we had the other.  

My hubby and I had been together for over three years when we got married.  I had been a teenaged runaway who'd gotten pregnant, gone home and had them (twins!).  Not long after I gave up the babies, I went to a big party where an old boyfriend was going, and net my hubby-to-be.  

We hit it off, although he was from out of town.  He came to visit me a lot, and I visited him.  I finally moved in after 6 or 7 months.  I guess you'd say I cheated on him back then.  With him so far away and me horny, I saw my old boyfriends, their buddies, as well as girlfriends who I would go out with, trolling for guys, etc.  

Anyway, he figured it out, and I admitted to some of it then.  I'd done a 3-sum with a friend's karate instructor and her one night.  I had had a lot of fun, but felt guilty for some reason.  I drove all the way to see him and admitted it to him in person (while naked, which I thought would help).  With me there telling him in person, he didn't seem to mind what I'd done.

Eventually he got me to tell about more of what I was doing and had been doing for so long.  He liked it, and I felt better letting him know.  I didn't tell him about it ALL, at least not until later when I'd moved in with him (guess I thought it'd be harder for him to dump me).

Anyway, he was house-sitting a big place at the time, and I said I'd move in and help pay expenses.  So I did... with a girl friend (ummm, more on that sometime!).  The first day I answered the phone, and it was some swingers wanting him to join them.  I wasn't exactly sure what swinging was, but I had an idea, especially when they wanted me to join in too!

I was intrigued as it all sounded like fun, but I wasn't sure what to say.  My boyfriend/hubby-to-be asked if I didn't have fantasies about extra guys, etc.?  I sure did!  So we started doing that, then swapping with couples after doing 3-sums with some of his friends.  It was ALL fun to me.

So for the next 3 years we swung 4 or 5 times a month at least, generally more often.  We decided to have an open relationship (as he told me, how was he going to control me when he was at work anyway!).  So I dated around a lot.

At first I didn't tell him about ALL my dates, some were just "Hi, you're cute! What are you doing now?" kind of thing which I'd done since I was 12 or so, and which if the guys were smart, they would pick me up on that.  So I'd have a little afternoon or morning fun and go on my way.  I figured I didn't have to tell him about those, as they were just quick little fun times with new friends I often never saw again.  We did our swinging too, of course.

Then one time after an especially long weekend for me (several dates on Friday while hubby was gone, then early to a swingers party on Saturday, which went on until Sunday, then meeting more swingers on Sunday night so that Monday morning we were having breakfast with our new swinger friends we met the night before).  My hubby looked at me and said, "You know I REALLY love you, such a wonderful weekend we had!  I don't think I'll ever find another girl like you!"  

Then we had to both hurry off to get to work.  During that day my hubby called me to say, "Lets get married as soon as possible."  I said, "You bet!"  It seems one of the guys he worked with had his girlfriend get hurt over the weekend, and she didn't have any insurance since they weren't married.  My hubby wanted to get me covered under the insurance he had through his job.  So that's why he decided to marry me after all.  But then the job he had didn't last, but at least we were married.  

We haven't regretted it since then either.

About our weddings, etc.:

My hubbby thought it would be a great idea to do portraits to send out to all our friends, along with the wedding announcements.  So he borrowed a nice camera to do it himself. He set things up, even borrowed some lights.  He had talked about going out to the woods to take them, but it rained that day, so we just did it at a friend's house (we were still house-sitting, not in our little trailer).  

He had me put on a little makeup, and do my hair and nails.  Then he had me sit down on a stool.  He took a couple shots of me, then put it on the borrowed tripod, and took some of us together.  Then he began unbuttoning my blouse then said, "Ok, get undressed," and he undressed too.  I asked what he was up to and he said, "Now's the time for the nude portraits... for our more open-minded swinger, etc. friends!"  

I was a little shy at first (it was morning and I wasn't totally awake yet).  My hubby said, "Oh, come on!  Bill took all that video and shots of us last week in bed with him, and you were telling him 'Take one like this', and 'Now, like this', as you turned one way and another."  He pointed out how the month before when we were at a party I just had to be front and center in with all the other couples, so I could see myself with the other guys there on the TV while they videotaped things.  I had to admit that was fun, although I'd had a lot more to drink and smoke that time!

My hubby had chosen the blouse, and told me not to wear a bra or panties underneath, so it wasn't hard to get undressed.  He told me later the reason he wanted it done in the morning while we were house-sitting was that I wouldn't have put on a bra or panties, so there wouldn't be any impressions on my body from them when he did the nudes!  

So there I was, naked in front of the borrowed camera on the tripod.  He came over, arranged my hair a little, picked some blouse lint off of my tits and out of my pubic hair (I don't like to shave, but that's a long story).  

He 'fluffed' my tits a little, tweaked my nipples to give them a little pinker, then he took a comb and combed my pubic hair, trimmed it a little, and then had me spread a little to show my clit and pussy lips.  He pulled on my pussy lips, and rubbed my clit a little to get it bigger.  

I was already wet before he did that, as all the other times before when I was naked in front of camera, a lot of fun things would follow, often with the camera still clicking away.  

I have to admit when we're with nudists (and especially swingers!) and they have a camera, it does begin to get me wet (my hubby pointed this out to me).  So with him playing with me to get me to look right 'down there', I sure got wet. My hubby-to-be complemented me on how nice my pussy lips looked, too, once he arranged them.  

So he took shot after shot of me, then (using the timer) he came over and took some of us both.  I like most the one of me holding his cock and balls in one hand as I smiled at the camera.  He didn't think that I should get him up and hard for our formal nude portraits.  I asked how formal could it be with no clothes on?  He said that my nice pearl necklace made me look formal!

Well, as I expected, he got turned-on too toward the end, and using the timer on our friends camera, he took some 'formal' sex photos (I was still wearing my pearl necklace!).  This caused a problem getting them developed.  The hardcore shots had to be developed by our friend (when his wife wasn't around).  He was very kind about developing them and making lots of prints for us to mail out.  

We had to invite him to our swinger wedding (I umm, showed my appreciation for him developing ALL the shots for us quietly late at work one night when he and I were alone, while he made the prints).  He couldn't make either wedding - swinger or straight.  He said what would he tell his wife as to why he 'knew' me so well?  But we worked out some time together now and again since then!

He did the non-nude, the nudes, and the action shots too.  I did most of the addressing, although hubby helped stuff the envelopes with the photos.  He was very careful to make sure the non-nudes were in a separate stack, and he told me to use those for our straight wedding announcements. 

There were a LOT of envelopes of both types so I sat down, had a few drinks as I went along (and, umm, some smoke).  I did both the straight and swinger/nudists announcements about the same time.  I sealed them up and mailed them away.  Not long after we got a call from a cousin of my hubby's (a younger cousin who I admit I thought was very cute).  He said he REALLY enjoyed the photo with it.  

Then he asked me, "What are you doing for lunch today?"  He was off work (or had taken off from work) when I said I wasn't doing anything.  I met him for lunch, had a drink or two (or more!) with him.  He asked if I wanted to go back to his place?  I sure didn't mind that idea.  It was a very enjoyable afternoon!  (I remember thinking I'd need to check out a few more of my hubby's cousins... if they were all as good in bed as this one had been).  

He said he'd been fishing with a teenaged nephew of my hubby's, and he told me I was lucky that that the nephew had opened the wedding invite before his mom got home!  I got a call the next day from that nephew, and ended up having another very pleasant afternoon with him while he skipped school (his mom was away for a few hours at the dentist).  

I guess you'd say these situations were cheating, as I didn't tell my hubby for a LONG time about these afternoons, even though we had agreed to tell each other about all our fun times alone.  I wasn't sure how he'd feel about what I'd done.  A day or so after that we got a call from one of his aunts who said she was NOT coming to our wedding after the photo she found in her son's invite!  She hasn't spoken to us since (although I've since gotten to know her son real well!).  

Lets just say that my hubby was not happy.  It seems I had accidentally sent out some nudes of me along with the invitations to our `straight' wedding.  Later on he noticed that I had sent them to just the cute uncles, cousins and nephews (on both sides too!).  Have to admit that a couple were opened by the wrong people, but on the whole it all ended up being a lot of fun for me.  

Now our family all knew we were 'nudists', at least (and since a couple of the cousins had to brag, most of the guys knew I was a lot more than just a nudist!).  This caused some family problems, but also meant I made some nice close family friends!

All that mixing up of nude and non-nude portraits caused SO much trouble.  But even my hubby said it sure made our weddings a lot more interesting!  (We had over a 150 prints done of two different nude poses of us together, and they all were mailed eventually, which should give you an idea of the number of people we knew at the time).  

We didn't invite EVERYONE to the swingers wedding, as we wanted it to be a hands-on (penis in, too!) kind of thing.  For that matter, we weren't sure where we'd have it.  My hubby knows that when I've had a few, and swingers are around, my clothes don't stay on (and as he says: "And a few more and it doesn't matter if they're swingers... as long as they're cute!").  But we got calls immediately from some of my past boyfriends that I'd invited.  They said they knew of a hall we could have our swingers wedding in.  It was right next to a motel.  They said that we could do what we liked in the hall, then go to the motel.

My hubby worked most of the week before both of the weddings, evenings mostly.  Since I don't like to be alone, I had quite a few dates that week as `last flings.'  To be truthful, I wasn't yet telling him ALL that I was doing, and I was afraid that if he knew just how many dates I was having just a few days before our wedding, he might get upset. 

I was having 2, 3, 4 or more dates each evening for about a week before.  Some were double dates or more (a date with 2 or more guys at a time).  So I saw over 30 guys in that week before!  That wasn't all the guys I wanted to see either.  A lot of others were married and couldn't get away even for a quickie with me.

I had a bachelorette party on Thursday before the wedding on Saturday.  Some of the girls that we knew in swinging got together and paid some well-built black guys to dance for me.  I went over to this girl's house where they were, and lets just say that I had a lot to drink (and smoke, etc!).  

The girls knew I liked black guys, and these guys were great.  I helped the three of them undress, and then they got me undressed too.  I have to admit that my swinger girlfriends got quite an eyeful as I couldn't keep my hands or mouth off those guys once they were undressed.  

Usually those guys got down to only a little g-string, but they let the girls touch if they wanted.  Boy did I touch.  I found out later that they were told I was up for ANYthing they wanted to do, and were given extra to be pushy.  Plus, they were told to bring condoms!  So they had an idea what was wanted from them.  I have to admit they were very enjoyable.  

I got them all hard at once.  They got coins from the girls who were there (they and I were naked by then!), and they did an odd man out to see who went first.  The winner kept trying to get me to roll a condom onto him. Eventually, I did, as he wasn't going to do me unless I did (very frustrating, I'm not much on that!).  And as it turned out, it broke anyway.  

I helped the other two get their condoms on too, and they both broke inside me too!  Those black guys seemed to really enjoyed taking me in front of the group of white women, and I know I sure enjoyed it.  They took their time fucking me so that as the last one finished (and we discovered his condom had broken too), I was quite sweaty.  

I was still going though, and I said, "Hey, how about more!"  Since the first black guy was hard again, he moved between my legs, fumbled with a condom for a minute, and then said, "Oh the hell with it!" and shoved into me without it.  The next two did use condoms, and they both held up (I was quite juicy by then... as you can imagine!).  

So around 3 am they started dressing and were handed their tips, etc.  They said they had never enjoyed a party so much!  I got their numbers, and it wasn't the last time I saw those 3 black guys!  Plus several of my girlfriends got their numbers from me too, and I know they saw them on the sly, cheating on their husbands who didn't approve of them seeing guys on the side... much less black guys!  So, it was quite a nice bachelorette party.

I've always liked black men as I've said, and as it turns out my hubby likes to see me with them.  That Friday night was my hubby's bachelor party.  He had talked about it when some of his friends brought it up.  They weren't sure who they'd get for a swingers' bachelor's party.  

Now to be truthful I'd done such parties in the past (mostly when I'd been dared to do them), and then surprised the guys I worked with just how far I went on the first one I did).  

I was planning a date that night with some of my boyfriends.  But a night or so before, I got a call from a girl friend that did topless dancing etc.  She knew I did bachelor parties for fun, and as it turned out she couldn't do this one.  Could I step in for her?  

I told her I had a date with some boyfriends, and asked if they be welcome.  She said sure, they'd probably fit right in, as this was a wild group.  So, I thought, "Hey, I'll be doing a bachelor's party the night before my wedding!  And at the same time my hubby is having his! Great!"

So my girlfriend came over before hand to help me get ready.  She had some lingerie she was going to let me have.  She shaved me, got my nails done, and even got me a really nice blond wig that looked like her hair.  She helped me douche and take an enema (she knows how far I go on my bachelor parties!  She always says I go too far, and do too many guys when I do them.  

She gave me extra lipstick, and put on some of my makeup.  I didn't look like me, really.  I looked more like her, which was the idea, as she was 21 and I was only 19.  I was going to use her IDs for the event, since I was expected to drink.

When I was done perfectly, she left.  She just HAD to work that evening she said, and was glad I was able to 'fill in' for her.  I thought it would be fun.  (I found out later the reason she backed out was that she heard that almost all the guys at the party were going to be black, and she thought the tips wouldn't be very good.  It was also a set-up as she knew that it was my own husband's bachelor party!)

She had been smoking with me and drinking, so when one of the guys showed up to take me to the party, I was messed up, but looked real good, I thought.  This black guy took me to this little hall, and I was taken in through a back door, with a raincoat over me.  I sat in a little room for a few minutes, and he had me take a few more shots from the bottle he had with him, and lit up another smoke that he shared with me.

I'll have to admit I was turned-on.  I love doing that sort of thing, and thinking about being naked in a few minutes in front of a bunch of complete strangers, and then throwing myself at them sexually, was getting me really excited.

He had me get in a box that was on wheels (it was quite a get-up), and I was wheeled out.  The box was set on a stage, and I they did a drum roll... and I came out of it.  

They had lights on me, so I couldn't see anyone at first.  So I started dancing to the music, until I had off all but my heels, hose, and fingerless gloves.  I went down to the audience (dozens of guys).  I wasn't sure who was who by then with all the smoke, pills and liquor, so I started just letting my own nature take over.  

I do what I call 'full service lap dances,' and I started doing a black guy in the front row, unzipping him, pumping him a little, going down on him, slipping a condom on him, and then sliding him into me.  I did another black guy after him.  

Then there was this white guy next to him whose pants had already been taken off by the guys.  His dick was up, so I backed up to him.  Both the black guys had come in me, and both their condoms had broken.  I remember looking between my legs at this white guy's cock as I aimed it, and seeing the cum dripping out of me onto his cock.  Then he thrust up into me.  

I was enjoying it when I looked back at the guy.  I was shocked to realize it was my hubby-to-be!  I wasn't sure what to say.  He still hadn't realized it was me (with the make-up and wig etc. that I had on).  

I was doing a lap dance lineup - a group of guys get in chairs with their pants down, and their cocks up, and the girl goes from one to the next.  I did them one after the other.  Without revealing myself to my hubby, I went from him to the next one, and then the next one.

I don't remember much after that for a while.  I do remember much later, being on a table on my back with guys going between my legs.  I looked up and saw my hubby doing me (Mr. Umpteenth they were calling him).  It was then that he recognized me.  I was naked, my legs were splayed apart, and a pool of cum had formed between my legs.  By that point my blond wig was gone.  

After he was inside me and someone turned some lights on me, they wanted his reaction to seeing me like that.  By that time my boyfriends who'd shown up had been telling the others that it was me... his bride... who was doing the bachelor party.

He finished in me.  Then he went off to sit down, as more guys fucked me.  He said later that he was a little upset at first, but then he said, "Hey, that's MY girl!" and he really got into it.  

By then it was real late, and he suggested I go home with five of the black guys who were there.  They were glad to have me, and carried me naked out to their car.  I spent the night in the arms of a bunch of black guys that night.  

The next morning they delivered me to the hall where I was to be married, where I found my wedding gown and some girlfriends to help me.  Also there were several boyfriends wanting last minute quickies.  So after I dressed, I told them to come in one after the other, after I sent away the girls.  

There were at least four of them, then a pause, and my hubby came in.  He did a quickie with me, wanting me to go down the aisle with his cum in me.  He marveled that the cum from the night before was still so fresh!  

After he left, two more black guys did me.  Then I went to the bathroom, where another black boyfriend followed me in.  I bent over for him, and let him take me quickly.  I then went straight from his arms to my wedding ceremony!  

I wore no panties down the aisle, and I remember how my thighs slithered back and forth as I was so full of cum!

We had intended this to be a swinger's wedding - any and all to share the two of us at our 'reception'... although it mostly turned out to be me being shared around.  There weren't that many couples that showed up.  Although a lot of couple friends showed up, a lot more of our single male friends showed up for that ceremony.  

We lost a couple of couple friends when they realized just how many singles we were seeing too (or at least me!).  These couples sat through the ceremony, and complimented me on my nice tits that I showed off during the ceremony (they didn't realize that my top falling down to show them off wasn't entirely intentional).  

Then as one after another single male guests came up and groped my tits (that kept being displayed by my top that wouldn't stay up).  They also kissed me, some even pulling out their cocks (one guy was so turned-on that he came when I touched him, and he spurted on my wedding dress... he was a wedding crasher who'd been told by one of my boyfriends that it was going to be a really wild wedding.  

This guy had gotten quite turned-on seeing me go around mostly topless.  Then when a couple other guys whipped out their cocks, he did too.  Then when I just touched him, he spurted on my dress.  Since I've never had it cleaned, his sperm is still on it.  I even wore it, with his sperm on it, at my open, family wedding!  I dated him some later on, but he's such a quick spurter, I stopped seeing him after a few dates.

Anyway, as I was being surrounded by guys with their dicks out at our swinger wedding reception, some of the others there asked the guys to 'put 'em away.'  Like I said, several of the couples we'd been friends with left when they saw all this display of single guy cocks.  We'd planned to have a real party later at the motel across the parking lot, but not AT the swingers reception.  The hall manager who'd been paid off to look the other way, had been told that there'd be some female nudity, a little fun, and we'd move on to our motel (he was invited, but didn't show up at the motel room).

Anyway, like I said, we cut the cake then, and as my tits were out again, my hubby smashed a piece of cake against my left tit.  My hubby then started eating the cake off my tit, and he let others do the same (some sucking on my non-cake-covered tit too!).  I have to admit that it was quite sensuous.  

Eventually my hubby wiped off the cake that was left on my tit (people told me all the rest the night they could taste the cake on my tit).  We had a guy spinning some music for me, and so I JUST had to dance.  And of course I wiggled out of my dress 'somehow', then while dancing with a black boyfriend (naked like that), he bent me over and slipped into me.  But as everyone dancing stopped to watch us, my hubby stopped the guy after only a few strokes in and out (I guess technically he was the first male of my newly wedded life, but I don't count it as he didn't cum [I don't think]).  

My hubby made me put my dress back on, which was a downer as by then I was SO turned-on.  That black guy followed me around, and I knew he wanted to finish what he had started.  I danced with another guy.  Then the black guy broke in, led me to a table for the gifts, and wanted to give me a gift (of a wad of his cum, I guess!).  

I was ready, that was sure, so I pulled up my wedding dress, laid back, and he slid into me again.  Unfortunately right at that moment, the hall manager popped back in to get the cash from the bar (the bartender sure got an eyeful!).  So there I was, in a public place (they couldn't lock the doors of the hall), with my wedding dress hiked up, and a black boyfriend between legs going at me, my hubby standing by looking anxious... when in walks the guy to shut down the bar.  

My hubby made me stand up.  So although the guy had his suspicions about what I was doing, I (at least) had my dress back down, and my top up.  Although there was a big black guy with his cock out, still shiny with my juices from where he had been in me.  The hall manager told my hubby we better shut this thing down "NOW!"  So we all trooped across the way to the motel, me with my tits out again, of course.  I had SO, SO much fun at that wedding!

Then the black guy who'd been in me twice already without cumming, got what I'd promised I'd let him do... which was to finish in me.  So as soon as I walked into the little motel room, I hiked up my dress, laid back on the little table, and the black guy got between my legs.  That left me on my back... with him in me... greeting everyone as they came in.  

I have to admit it was fun doing that.  The black guy took his time cumming in me while one after another our swinging friends trooped into the motel room.  They also got the connecting room, which was good, considering the number of people that showed up and came through!

Most of the couples that had stayed came too.  I remember that they started making everyone come and go through the connecting room so we could have our fun there.  This one woman undressed, and I remember that after she undressed, she began kissing me as my hubby got undressed, moved behind her, and fucked her as she kissed me, while the black guy continued fucking me. 

So I guess you can see how our swinger wedding went.  It was even more fun then I thought it would be, what with my boyfriends lining up a nice private hall where I could be me, and also setting up other things for me to do, which they knew I wouldn't be able to say no to (my hubby says I don't know how to say 'no,' but I do sometimes).
Our `Straight' Wedding:

After the nude portrait mix up, my hubby was of a mind to cancel our straight family wedding, but we'd already bought the gown (and used it at our swinger party wedding).  He thought I looked so good in it, and he wanted our families to see me in it.  

He made me put back the stays in my dress so my top wouldn't drop down so easily (funny how I didn't put all that many of them back!).  He reassured everyone that called that the 'nudist' portraits were a 'big mistake', etc., and that our wedding would be fine, etc.  

He'd made a point to make sure that our swinger/nudists friends didn't know about our straight family/friends wedding, and that our straight family/friends didn't know about the swinger party wedding.  For the most part, this worked for the swinger wedding party, but somehow some of the guys found out about the family/friends wedding we were planning a month or so later.  

They wanted to show up.  My hubby warned them that they had to 'play nice', or at least wait until we got back to the 'wedding night' motel room that our families had pitched in together to pay for us.  We promised that we'd tell them where our room was, and that they'd be invited later on.

Well, my family and his wanted the traditional bachelor and bachelorette parties.  They even set them up for us.  Now there are members of both our families who are very familiar with what kind of lifestyle we were living, and we were warned to not be too wild!  

Several of them who knew me said I should have a bachelorette party.  With so many family, non-swinger friends and co-workers being there, I thought maybe they were right.  Anyway,they were both set up by other family members.  As the bachelor and bachelorette parties went on at the same time, I didn't dance at this second bachelor party for my hubby.

We had these parties the weekend before the actual second wedding.  As word got around about what happened at our parties, we got some calls from family and friends that they did NOT plan to attend.  I know I got a lot more attention at work the week after the first party.  

Those who were invited got back to work and let it be known what I did at that first bachelor's party.  My hubby had worried about what I would do in front of those girls from our families, neighbors and co-workers.  I guess he was right to worry.  I eventually lost my job (and my hubby, his job), but neither of us liked those jobs anyway.


My Second Bachelorette Party:

We both got ready together for the family party.  I had him not wear any underwear, but he made me wear a bra and panties under my dress.  Plus, he made sure I took condoms, in case I were to sneak away for some fun.  He begged me not to drink or smoke anything before... and to please, please, please be more careful about what I did at the party.

Well, on this I didn't end up having a whole lot of choice.  Right then his sister and a couple of my nieces showed up.  They knew exactly what kind of lifestyle I live, and what I will do if things are right.  So on the drive over a niece lit up some smoke, and my sister opened the tequila.  We all had chugs from the bottle, and they made sure I took one chug for each of them.  I was pretty lit-up by the time I got there.  

To my surprise, it was the same hall we'd had the swinger party wedding in!  I was led in, and I looked around.  All my sisters were there, as well as my hubby's sisters, as well as cousins, nieces, friends, co-workers. etc.  I was very surprised that my oldest sister showed up, as she'd gone and been born again.  She was the first to leave, and didn't talk to me for a LONG time after that wedding!

They set me in chair away from the tables where the rest of them were sitting.  They had spotlights aimed at me, and they loosely tied me to the chair, and even blindfolded me.  The music started, and the girls all applauded as the dancers came out.  I could hear them moving around me.  Then they began rubbing against me as I sat there tied up.  I could feel that they both had hard-ons as they rubbed against me.  I knew I was going to enjoy the night!  

They had already danced around for all the girls.  They took off my blindfold.  It took me a moment to get readjusted to the bright lights.  I then saw who they were.  They were too young brothers who were neighbors.  And, as the saying goes, they both had 'known' me (if not together).  They were just recognizing me too.  

I knew they had some odd side jobs, but they hadn't told me about this one.  They both looked shocked to realize it was me, and this was with us not even that close to home.  One whispered, "Do you want to go on with this?"  I said, "Oh, yes!" so they began to dance.  

The way they were dressed made them look like twins, although there was about two years difference in their ages.  They had on what I found out later were their matching high school wrestling stuff.  The top and bottom were one piece shorts, but they'd made it so that it laced up the sides for both of them with two pieces of nylon twine, tied top and bottom.

It seems that if you untied the top and the bottom, then pulled gently, the nylon twine came right out... so that the thing would come right off them.  I was amazed how much they resembled each other, although I knew one was better hung then the other one, and I could tell that from the tight fitting wrestling thing they were wearing (and also that they were NOT wearing the cups they wore when they wrestled).  I have to admit that I'd wanted to get them both together with me sometime, but I wasn't sure I wanted them in front of all these other girls I knew.

They danced around in front of me.  Then they stood in front of me, put the ends of one set of ties in my hands, and had me pull.  It untied.  Then they had me reach up and undo the top ties too.  They took one of my fingers to have me hook around the middle of both pieces of nylon ties, and they danced slowly away.  

The nylon ties came out in my hands.  The little things they wore were open on one side.  Then they had me pull on the other side ties the same way, and the sides were loose.  Then they had me grab the loose fronts and pull as they bent over and danced back out of what they were wearing.

I have to tell you, I was very disappointed they weren't naked underneath like I had thought they were.  They had tiny matching thongs on.  On the one brother, his thong proved to be too small to cover his tool when he danced close, and I couldn't keep my hands off him.  It was right then my oldest sister left in a huff.  One of my hubby's aunts did too.

The one brother kept trying to keep his cock in his thong, but as he was hard, it was difficult to hide it in that little thong.  He mostly danced looking at the ceiling... a little out of reach of me, while the other brother danced closer.  He was able to keep his cock in his thong, and he was having fun moving around me, unbuttoning my dress, then looking disappointed that I'd worn a bra (he admitted later that he'd never seen me in a bra before).

He soon found it was a front snap bra, and he it undid it.  There I was sitting there with my tits out, my hand on one brother's hard-on through his little thong, and the other brother's cock hanging out.  My sister had left in a huff already, but at that point some of my co-workers left too. 

With them gone, I couldn't' resist when the other brother got a bit closer.  I grabbed both brothers' thong fronts and pulled down, so their cocks and balls hung out.  They didn't dance away, and I wouldn't let them pull the fronts back up.  I did what comes naturally for me.  I went down on one, then the other.  That got them really hard!

Well, that brought my bachelorette party to a halt as the bartender didn't approve (and they had made almost nothing on my family and girlfriends as none of them much had money to spend and had brought their own bottles).   

The bartender got the hall manager in (he was new, as the other one had been fired after word got out about what we'd done at our swinger party wedding).  He made me button up and the guys put away their cocks and marched us out.  

My family and girlfriends who were left followed, put the three of us in the back of a car, and got me a room at the motel right there (I found out later that my aunt had put it on her credit card!).  Then they marched the three of us across the parking lot to the room, shoved me into the room with the two young guys, and said to me, "We know what you guys want to do, so do it."  I have to admit that I sure enjoyed the next few hours with the two of them.  

One brother had to leave early to get home to his mom.  I enjoyed the other until he admitted he had to be at work the next day early.  He drove me home where I found my hubby just being brought home by a cousin of his.  Oh by the way, I didn't mention it, but the two brothers were black as spades!

My hubby asked if I'd gotten any, and I had to admit that I had.  He approved, although I didn't tell him I had TWO guys, or that it was the two brothers who lived across the lane from us (at least not for awhile after the wedding when he caught me in bed with the two of them, but that's another story, I guess).

I asked him did he get any?  He said "Oh, yes!"  He told me how it'd gone for him.


My Hubby's Second Bachelor Party:

He was driven to a new construction site.  The house was done, and was the show home for the rest of the ones being built.  It seems that one of his cousins worked construction there and had learned the code to get in.  So that's where the party went on.  

The house had a three-car garage, and that's where they parked the car full of guys that were with my hubby.  A car was already there, and another car full of guys had followed.  There were 20 something guys in those three cars that parked in the garage.  Later on other cars came up.

He was led into what must have been the living room as it was the largest room in the house.  There was little or no furniture.  They'd brought in a lot of folding chairs, although they had one nice sturdy low-backed chair for him, plus quite a few work lights and some sheets over the windows.  They tied him to the chair, then blindfolded him just like I had been.  Then some music was started, and he could hear the guys give an intake of breath as the girl they'd paid to dance came in dancing.

She danced up to my hubby, sat on his knee, rocking her twat against his thigh as she untied his blindfold.  She then danced away and he watched.  He said she was young, tall, thin, and blond... with a great ass and muscular long legs, but not much in the way of tits.  She had more makeup on then he liked, but she wasn't bad looking.  He said he didn't get a good look at her face for a long time as she kept swishing her long blond hair in front of her face.

She danced about for all the guys there.  She was wearing a harem outfit, which didn't show too much to start off with.  Oddly she was wearing glasses to start, but they came off first thing.  She also seemed to be pretty much into her dancing - out of it really - too much so, but she sure looked good.  

She wore sandals at first, which she soon kicked off.  Then a little sheer jacket she had been wearing.  Then off came a little vest.  Underneath she had on a sheer blouse, and under that could be seen a matching bra.  The full harem pants were sheer too, but she had matching thong panties, which could be seen under that.

She was moving fast and taking things off quickly as she moved around the room, teasing the guys - touching them, kissing them on the cheek, and letting them touch her.  They were yelling the usual, "Take it off, girl!" etc., and she was obliging quickly.  

She was soon down to the harem pants and matching bra top.  A little midriff covering waistlet came off too.  Her tits were showing by then through the sheer bra top.  A couple of times she came up and sat on my hubby's lap, rocking her crotch on his knee, with obvious enjoyment of the pressure on her clit.  

She had been trying to be coy, letting her blond hair cover her face, but as she sat on his knee, she put his hands on her tits over the bra top.  Then she had him run his hand underneath to touch her there.  

My hubby said he was sure hard by then!  She let her hands go to him, and she began kissing him on the neck and nibbling his ear.  Then she was up dancing away to do the same with guys in the audience.

When she came back, she sat on his knee again.  My hubby said he could feel her wetness on his leg.  It was soaking through her panties and harem pants.  He'd worn some loose cutoff shorts.  She rocked again on him and gave a low moan as she came.  He thought that was SO sexy.  

Her hand went to his thigh, and then up until she found that he wasn't wearing any underwear.  Her hand went around his hardness, which (he reported) sure made it harder!  She pulled his dick out through the thigh of the old shorts, and worked him up and down.  He said the guys that could see all went "WhooHOOOO", what with her hand on his cock in the open, and his hands on her tits under her top.  She reached up and untied her top, which then fell away... and she danced away again.  

By then my hubby realized that she was not just really stoned, but nearly blind without her glasses.  She was working the room again, topless, letting the guys touch her tits some, and they were stuffing dollar bills in her harem pants.  

When she danced back to him she turned around, bent over and pulled her pants down.  He kissed her nice ass.  He realized that her perfume seemed familiar.  He said she had it on very heavy too.  When she turned around, he was ready as she sat in his lap again.  He really wanted to see her face by then, so he pulled her hair back to finally see her face clearly.  

Her eyes were closed, and she jumped away quickly when he did that, but he got a good look.  It was a bit of a shock... he knew exactly who she was.  He didn't think most of the other guys there had an inkling who she was, but he sure knew who she was!  It was my niece Cindy!  

I knew she'd found a pretty good part time job that paid real well, but she wouldn't tell me what it was.  It seems she was doing bachelor parties now that she had just turned 18.  She knew I'd been doing them for years, and that I made some nice tips doing them too.  So when a guy was talking about wanting a girl for one, she said she'd do it.  She'd done a number of them so far.  

She would get stoned, take a few tabs and get to tripping, then put on a wig and do it after taking off her glasses.  Then it all seemed like a dream to her anyway, and she thought it was a very pleasant dream too... as most of the guys were young and horny.

My hubby had had the hots for her ever since we first met, and there she was rubbing against him, pumping his cock and looking great.  He had not recognized her earlier with the wig and makeup on.  It seems that his co-workers had asked around for a girl that put out, and they had found Cindy.  

She didn't realize who the group was she was stripping and dancing for yet.  There were a number of her cousins there, a couple of uncles, and others that likely would know her too.  It was good she was dancing nearly blind, as with her top off they were sure getting an eyeful!

She danced up and she had my hubby untie the ties on her harem pants so they fell away.  Then she was only wearing a very small thong bikini panty.  It was a size or two too small, so when she pulled it one way, it came up between her pussy lips in front, and didn't really cover anything as she danced away to show herself off to the other guys (who'd paid for her dance in the first place).  

Cindy knew how I did my bachelor party dancing... stoned as she was.  She was doing it the way I did, going farther than she intended, on pure instinct.  She not only put my hubby's hands on her bare tits, she pulled his lips to her nipples and let him suck on her.  

I know the effect that has on her, and she was surely hot from letting him do that to her.  At that point, my hubby said he was sure up for ANYthing she wanted to do.  He let his hand run into her panties, and a finger run up into her.  She leaned into him, kissing his neck as he fingered her off.  She came as he did so.  

She turned to him and began kissing him.  She undid his shorts, which she then wiggled off of him, so he had nothing on below the waist.  She moved around to do a little lap dance, settling down on him without a condom on.  He said he went right into her (she was very wet as she pulled the thong panties aside).  

The guys went wild (as they usually do when I do that with soon-to-be-wed grooms).  She then pulled away to dance around.  She came back, sat in his lap, and as my hubby pulled her hair aside, she opened her eyes.  

Up close like that she could see who it was.  My hubby says that her eyes went so wide, and she started to pull away, looking upset, but my hubby sure didn't want what was going on to stop.  He pulled her to him and kissed her hard.  She didn't respond at first, but soon she was getting into it.  

I know Cindy had had a crush on my hubby for a long time, surely knowing his desire of wanting her.  Due to her age up to that time, nothing had come of it.  But there she was - just turned 18 and legal.  

They had a mutual lust, and they both were very ready.  Cindy, who was tripping hard by then, thought she was dreaming somehow, still was acting shy about doing what she was expected to do at this point (and had done at all her other bachelor parties... the main reason she kept busy with them).  

The guys realized she was being shy all of a sudden, so they stood her up, marched her and my hubby-to-be to a bedroom.  They had anticipated this, as there was an old mattress on the floor.  

They pushed the two of them into the room.  Most of them left then, although some of them knew they could see what was going on in the room by looking through the partly open curtains.  They did too (a couple of her cousins eventually realized who she was from watching through that window).  

Well alone in the bedroom together, Cindy mumbled something, and my hubby said something about how no one else knew who she was, and asked her if she didn't want to do it, etc.  Cindy said she it felt so much like a dream, and one she wanted to live out, so she only responded when he began kissing her and led her to the bed.  Lets just say that they fulfilled their mutual fantasies of some years that night!  

When they entered the room, none of the other guys knew who she was, or her relation to my hubby.  But, by the time they'd gotten down to business, her cousins knew who she was!  They had fun several times, and my hubby said she was very good.  I pointed out that I'd taught her how to do it, and had given her pointers for years on how to take care of boyfriends.  I guess she sure did... and with gusto too.

So when he came home and told me who it was, I just congratulated him on finally getting with her.  At first we didn't realize anyone in the family knew who she was, but later found out they did.  Also, later on Cindy was embarrassed that she'd done it, at least for a while when she was straight, but I made her realize it was just something between two adults that liked and admired each other (bodies at the very least!).

I won't go into what has gone on since then, but it has been enjoyable for them both when they could work out the time to get together... now that Cindy is married. 

My hubby got quite a rep at work after we were finally married after first the bachelor party (first with me, then the one with Cindy), what with all the noise I made while they were listening to hear me cum and cum and cum at mine... then as they stood around to hear Cindy cum and cum and cum!  

Several of the guys he worked with introduced him to their wives and admitted they were trying to get their wives into swinging.  My hubby succeeded to get several of the wives to at least try 3-sums!

For our family/friends wedding we had a Wedding Rehearsal Dinner, or at least a rehearsal with some cold cuts and a keg after for a dance.  We had the same guy perform the ceremony both times, and he was able to be more sedate for this one.  We didn't really ever have a honeymoon (couldn't afford it) and my hubby worked, as did I.  

I saw more of my boyfriends during the week, and even right before the rehearsal, so even for the rehearsal I had some black boyfriends' cum moistening my thighs as we rehearsed.  My husband didn't know I'd gone off for quickies with two guys, so I guess that counts as cheating on him, as I didn't tell him for months and months about what I went off to do right before the rehearsal.  

At the rehearsal I was wearing a short dress that had string straps that tied, and yes, they 'just' wouldn't stay tied!  (especially when I got drunk at the dinner and was dancing).  As so many family members were there, it embarrassed him a lot.  He kept retying the top, but they wouldn't stay tied unless you double tied them, and I didn't tell him about that... as I was having too much fun.   

Some of his family came up to us, said I was disgusting, and that they were leaving and weren't coming back the next day.  

His other family members told him it would work out.  By then most everyone had left, but those left said we should go on with things, that I made a lovely bride, etc.   

Now some of those saying I made such a lovely bride were boyfriends and couples that were able to keep their swinging lifestyle separate.  When one of them asked what we were doing later I said, "What do you have in mind?!"  They said, "Lets all go dancing!" so we did some barhopping, and I got really drunk doing a lot of things with boyfriends and guys I met as we barhopped.  

We got separated for awhile and I had some fun with some new guys I met, then when I caught up with my hubby I didn't mention them.  My hubby knew I'd played around some as we went around from bar to bar, but not all of it.  

Eventually, when one of the couples asked us all back to their place, we went... us, another couple, a couple of single guys, and a bi-girlfriend we ran into.  She finally got to do what she wanted to with me (and found that at the parties we had a LOT of fun!).

Later on this girl had to get a ride home, so I took her when she begged me to.  Seems that she wanted me to help her make her boyfriend happy, since she knew he'd be mad at her for being out so late, unless she brought home a bi-girlfriend for him too.  I was glad to oblige.  He was cute!  The two of them even showed up for our wedding the next night.

I got back about 5 am of my wedding day, and things were still going, although I'd been missed.  One of my married girlfriends (who was there with all the others at the party) greeted me by asking for a 69.  Seems she'd just been with my hubby, and she knew I liked that.

After we relaxed, she asked me who I'd been with.  I told her a really cute guy who was the cute blonde's boyfriend.  Eventually we woke up late the next morning, I with a new boyfriend on top of me, with a couple others on either side of me, and my hubby watching while enjoying himself with one of our married swinger wives (her hubby was the one on top of me).  

We all went to a late breakfast, and we had just gotten back when family started showing up to help me get ready.  I offended one of my older Aunts when I wouldn't wear panties or a bra.  I guess she hadn't heard about what had gone at the rehearsal dinner.  She is such a sweet person, I felt bad about making her unhappy and by offending her, but I had plans, which didn't include having a bra or panties in the way!

And, yes, as my family tried to keep me from seeing my hubby-to-be, I had more time to myself (or at least I'd ask them to leave me alone for a while as I waited).  I knew that some boyfriends were planning to be there, and planning to get some final free nookie from me.  So I was able to work in quite a number of quickies during that day.  

I think I offended a lot of my family, and his too, with all the young black guys who showed up in nice suits.  They were very familiar with me - kissing me, holding me and just generally being very familiar with me - getting caught touching me, and with me touching them or being seen leaving my dressing room at they zipped up.  

We did this wedding at a church, at the insistence of my mom and that nice old aunt of mine.  Later on my hubby said we should have burst into flame from the things he had done, and what I had done too.  But we didn't, although we were asked never to come back to that church!  As a lot of it happened at the wedding hall adjoining the church, it was very late before we were asked to leave.

Prior to the wedding, I had been smoking with my sister, so I was flying pretty good when she sent in a guy to see me.  I was glad to have him.  When he left, another aunt came in to do my hair.  She remarked on my unusual 'musk' scent!  There was a knock, and I asked her to leave through another door.  As the door closed behind her another black man came in... with a friend behind him.  I got them in and bent over for them.  

I did over 10 guys that afternoon, more than half of them black guys I'd never seen before (as that one boyfriend knew how I like doing strangers, especially nicely-built young black guys).  He had told them that if they spruced up, got on a tux, and acted nice... they'd get some nice white ass (me!).  

The last one was leaving as I put my skirt back down.  I was looking at the sperm stain on it from before, when in came a couple of my aunts and my mom saying it was time to go right then.  I glided down the aisle again, my thighs again slipping back in forth from what was oozing out of me.  

As we stood side by side, my hubby said, "Who did you?  I can smell it on you!  Was it the same black guy from last time?"  And although the guy he was referring to had done me 4 or 5 hours before, there was very little of what he put in me by then (what with the volume of what had been put in me since).  

I told him that it was not the same black guy.  Then the ceremony started, and I had to fight to keep my tits in.  My top kept trying to fall down since I'd taken out most of the stays I'd earlier put back (but not all of them, like I'd done for our swinger party wedding).  

It was only when I was cutting the cake and bent over to do that, that my top fell down the first time.  Then when I was throwing the bouquet, it fell down again.  I pretended it had not happened when my aunt ran up and adjusted it.  She insisted on putting in a pin to keep it up, and said I should get the place I bought it from to fix it.  

By then I had been smoking a lot, and I then drank a lot of the spiked punch.  My top stayed up for a while.  I did have a lot of family come up and ask why there were so many strange guys there, especially so many young black males.  I said that most of them were from where I worked (a lie), but they insisted they were party busters.  

I said they weren't causing any trouble, and to let them stay, so they did.  Later on when I was dancing, I took out that pesky pin my aunt had put in (she'd left by then), so I could dance with some of these new black friends and maybe talk to them (and later maybe lie back and spread for them).  

They mostly just wanted to talk about how they could get me alone again, which would have been fine with me.  I did slip away with one guy.  My hubby almost caught me with him.  I was pulling my skirt down, as the guy slipped out a door.  


Our After-Wedding Party:

As my tits kept popping out (and I'd been seen by a janitor for the church with that last black guy... my first as a newly wedded bride!) they told us we had to shut down.  My hubby had a girl pin my top up so I could go out.  As we were getting in the car, we were approached by a few of the black guys about where we were going.  I blurted out our address, and we drove away.

We had planned to have a nice little party with some couples and singles afterward anyway, but it seems that my blurting out our address got around.  We had a BUNCH of black guys come by late that evening.  

Some of the couples left when so many black guys came in, but we still had a nice party with two other couples... and I don't know how many singles.  In the morning I looked around when first I woke up.  I had a guy on/in me.  By then it was almost all black guys there, filling up our little trailer, as well as one young black girl being enjoyed by my hubby.  

When we'd first showed up back at our place, they were waiting for me.  That's when several of our white couple friends left.  I was carried in by a couple of black guys who laid me back, pulled up my dress, and took me with my hubby standing there waiting a turn.  

I remember that four black guys went with me before he was able to get into me.  That's when that black girl came in the front door, naked.  She came up to my hubby and began kissing him.  She drew him away, and he finished in her instead.  

My hubby didn't cum in me until two days after our wedding.  That cute little black girl really got his attention every time he started on me.  I found out she'd been told to do that, but she found out he was fun to be with.  

We sure had a house full of black house guests on our wedding night!

That whole day was a constant in and out by our swinger friends, keeping me busy, and my hubby too.  Finally, about 8 am on the Monday after my hubby said, "I have NOT cum in you yet, and I'm going to do so right now!"  He did too!  Although at the time the bed beneath me was soaked with the cum from all the guys that'd already been with me.  

I have to admit that we had TWO wonderful, perfect (as we saw it) weddings.  We lost more than a few friends, and got some family so they wouldn't talk to us anymore.  But we also made a LOT of new friends.  Maybe I shouldn't mention this, but we also got to be very intimate friends with some of our family members!

We were kept busy with new swinging friends for some time after that.  For a long, long time afterwards, I didn't tell my hubby how much, or with who, I'd cheated on him before and after both weddings, etc.  I was afraid he'd get upset about it all, and he was, but he has forgiven me since then.  To be truthful, he admits he got very turned-on each time I told him one more person I'd cheated on him with before and during our wedding.  

He admitted too that he had some real mixed feelings about it all.  It bothered him on one hand when after each wedding ceremony, he was the 4th, 5th or even 15th or 16th guy to cum in me after the wedding, although he got quite turned-on seeing me with so many really fine black studs.

I become much closer to that one niece (Cindy).  I had to talk to her a lot to make her accept that what had happened was fine with me, nothing wrong for two adults to enjoy together.  She eventually accepted it, and was happy to be our intimate close mutual friend.


Well my hubby points out that I've written more than I've ever done before.  I've spent the whole Easter Weekend writing on this whenever I had a moment.  I just went on and on as I remembered things.  I wanted to get it all done by myself for once.

Now we do know others who have had two weddings - a swinger party and a regular wedding, but mostly they are people we knew who then got married and did what we did.  We hope it gets to be a wave of the future, as it has made my life SO much fun.

Well, I can't believe I wrote so much!  Hope that's ok.  Not sure I'll ever have time to write so much again, but we look forward to seeing what you can do with it!

Kisses,

Ann
