Swingers in love. Some vanillas might not realize that but I am head over heals in love with my lover. Many think swingers are just sex fiends. As swingers we enjoy setting up or watching our lover be with other swingers.
My swinger lover and I had been apart for a long time. Our jobs and lives had taken us
to opposite sides of the world that would have to last a few years. We had no choice, but the twice a day instant message sessions were not enough. We decided to meet up half way in Hawaii. Specifically Hana on the Island of Maui.
I had not played in the swingers world since he had left six months before. My body had wanted to, but his mind could not handle it and I could not hurt him. We had not been together long enough to prove the trust and ability to play apart. The swingers community was tiring of me saying no, but as a female I knew, eventually they would forgive me.
We had planned on staying in Lahaina before taking the lovely and long drive to Hana. This was one of the few places I had visited that he had not. I was excited to show him the beauty of the ride and the fun at the end of the trip. Murphy’s law hit us, and his connecting flight left without him I would be stuck there for at least two days before we would meet.
I took the time to shop around town and buy local pareos and pretty clothes. I got a spa treatment and ate on the beach. I must have given off my swingers vibe because I was approached often by men, but declined each offer for drinks or dinner. None of them were swingers, just horny men. I wanted my man and I was waiting for him.
Finally I knew he was on a plane to me and would arrive that next morning. but I was not upset It was Hana I wanted to show him. My body had been buffed, hair removed, softened and readied for him.
At lunch a man at the next table noticed my poly symbol necklace on. Did I mention I am a swinger and the girlfriend of my lover and his wife? We were swingers and poly. My lovers wife was kind enough to allow him to visit me alone as was my boyfriend back home. This man recognized the symbol and struck up a conversation. He seemed harmless…well lets say nice enough…so I invited him to join me for my lunch.
We talked and he said he was a swinger and at one time had a girlfriend with his wife too. It had not worked out, but he had never regretted it. I shared with him how I had become a swinger and how my path and come to love this man flying to see me. He mentioned playing and I said we could not. We had not seen each other in so long. “Well how long are you here?” “Two weeks” I said. Well you may want to spice things up toward the end of your visit and he handed what we loving call in the swingers world his “slut card” for him and his wife. “I just know my wife would adore you.” I smiled and gave our and said I was unsure since we were going to Hana. “We have a place in Hana.” I blushed. We parted agreeing at least we would stay in touch online for future visits.
Finally the day came for my lover to land. Because of society, we had to greet each other like brother and sister. His flight had been long, but we wanted to get the drive in that day and it was very early in the AM. I had made the drive years before considering being a swinger or realizing I could fall in love so hard. I still had my hotel room until noon so we went back there to clean up and change before our long, but beautiful drive to Hana. He tried to seduce me there but I had a more exotic idea for our first encounter.
The jeep I had rented was packed and we headed out toward Hana. We were excited, but I was driving and his hands were all over me. If anyone has ever made this trip, you know you have to concentrate. I had planned a wonderful stop along the way, that would relieve his huge hard-on, but I played coy. My plan was to have a beautiful waterfall as our background for our sexual reunion. Not our rented jeep. We were swingers, but lovers first. He was getting frustrated with me but soon we would be where I had planned our reunion.
I had cone recon the day before and found a beautiful place in the rain forest next to a beautiful waterfall. It was actually part of a flower plantation, but I had talked to the older couple that owned it and we had created a love nest the day before for us. I had not told the couple we were swingers, but they still held hands at ages well above 80. I had set up an open tent and pillows next to the waterfall next to the pool it created.
I parked the car in the lot of the flower plantation and introduced my lover to my new friends who had lent me their waterfall. He was confused because we started to show him their operations. I was dressed in a pareo with nothing else underneath and he had on linen pants which hid nothing. My new octogenarian friend smiled and blushed and pushed us towards he path to our love nest.
The path was short to our love nest. As we entered the clearing near the waterfall, he smiled. Our friends had added flowers and fruit to my plan and I smiled. I walked over to the pool and took off my pareo and stood naked in front of him. He quickly shed his clothes and came toward me. I jumped in the water before he could catch me. He was finally amused and jumped in the water and swam toward me.
I tried to tease my swinger lover by swimming away. He caught me on the rocks on the side and trapped me against them. I wrapped my legs around him and he was inside me as fast as he could get there. My swinger lover is huge and I was filled for the first time in months in a perfect setting. When we make love we become one. The feel of him, the smell of him and the sounds and sights of our paradise made it seem like we were in a movie.
He tried to hold off as long as he could and I did not try at all! After my third orgasm I started to lick his chest, knowing it would set him off. I then looked in his eyes and we came together there in the beautiful setting. I am 100% sure the entire plantation heard him cum.
We laid there on the rocks recovering and swam to the side to the love nest. After his long journey and our explosive reconnection we dried each other and went to the tent to hold chat and nap. We would spend the night making love, talking and reconnecting and our journey to Hana would resume the next day. As we fell asleep later that night after I had drained him many times, I thought about the swinger man I had met in town. I knew he would be in Hana the next week and I wondered after we had time together if we would become swingers again during our second week.
Stay tuned for the next story….this one was love…the next one may be wilder!