Shared by ellie6363
BF and I enjoy couples play for the most part, but we also have a few single guys we stay in contact with. Occasionally we love a threesome (mfm, but love fmf too, just unrelated in this post), and sometimes we each play alone if the other is travelling or swamped with work or whatever.
I got together with one of these guys about a month back. I always state upfront, and it’s in our swing website profile, that condoms are mandatory, and non-negotiable. Well- during that first visit, actually in the middle of it- we’ll call him Henry said “I have been tested and hopefully at some point we will be close enough to not have to use condoms”. I replied that was unlikely, and although he made further noises about it, he did grudgingly get and use a condom. Mind you, everything else about this guy is great… he’s fun in bed, nice tongue, eloquent. All- around decent single male type.
Fast forward a week, and we invited Henry over for a mfm. We have a GREAT night. Henry may have even asked for a condom before it was mentioned.
Fast forward once more to last night. I visited him solo with BF’s blessings of course. When we do solo visits, we always write “stories” for each other, and that’s the best way to describe what happened:
“After the coconut oil massage, he was now on his knees between my legs and it seemed like we were getting close to sex, so I mentioned that we needed to get a condom. He replied, “I hope we reach a point where you are comfortable with not using them… is that on the table for discussion?” I said “Oh, I don’t really want to talk about that now… that’s not where my mind is.” His answer was “But is it on the table as something we can consider later?” I came back with “I really can’t give you an answer on that right now.”
He said OK. But then said “We’ll wait a few minutes then… I just want to do this, I just want to feel it without a condom”, and started rubbing his cock on my pussy, and my thighs. Which I didn’t want because I didn’t want to be in contact with his precum any more than I wanted his cum. Because of all the coconut oil everything was just like a goddamn slip-and-slide and I was terrified that if he even moved forward toward me on accident, he could be inside me in a split second. I sort of did that leg lock thing that prevents a guy from moving forward too far and I clenched my pussy muscles as tight as I could though I had no idea if that would help or not. He leaned forward and again took my hands and pinned them over my head and went back to kissing and grinding, still no condom. It was right about now that I realized that if he chose to press ahead I was going to be unable to stop him.
After some of that he rolled off to the side and began playing with my clit and asked that I got some oil for my hands and rub his cock, which I did. This is where round two of “negotiations” started. He mentioned that he would be willing to be exclusive, or semi- exclusive… or that we would have a group of friends we would all know and trust that were clean (‘Cuz of COURSE everyone always tells the truth about that, is my sarcastic thought) I said “Look, I really don’t want to talk about that at the moment… I am not in that frame of mind.” He replied, “Well, do you want to talk it over with BF?” I finally said, just to shut him up, “OK- I’ll talk it over with BF. But we do need a condom for fucking.”
In truth, right about now, I was debating getting up, putting my clothes on, and leaving. I was frustrated that this came up a second time. I let a STUPID thing keep me there: The shirt I had worn over to his house would be ruined by the oil, and I would have to rinse in the shower before I left. I couldn’t very well tell him to fuck off but could I use his shower.
We had still been playing with each other while this talk was going on, and he agreed he would get one, but then said, “Just imagine how good this would feel without that layer between us”, and he took two fingers and shoved them inside me. I winced and said OW… he immediately apologized and went back to the light fingering. Finally he went and got a condom but he even said something else as he rolled it on. I don’t remember what, only that he made another remark.”
When I left I called the BF and he was really mad. Not at me of course… but it sucks that this guy would only choose to make an issue of condoms when it was me alone. And now he’s voted off the island; despite his talent in the bedroom and all that, I have no desire to see him ever again.
tl;dr: Fighting over condoms is stupid. If you’re asked, use one.
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