Easing out of bed early this Sunday morning, I left my wife tangled up with one of our unicorn friends. One of the questions that comes up with newbie swingers or when your straight friends discover you are in the lifestyle is if Unicorns really exist.

Single girls in the lifestyle are known as unicorns because, like unicorns, they are mythical and rare creatures.

We’ve partied all over the county, and I can guarantee that unicorns are alive and well everywhere we’ve been. We started swinging early in our marriage and had discussed going to a swingers club before we were hitched. I was like most guys. The thought of getting laid by a bevy of hotties was irresistible.

Typically, several unicorns attend our house parties. We party with about a half dozen single girls who attend parties or get together with couples. If you are considering inviting someone into the marital bed or jumping into the rack with a couple, there are a few rules to consider.

The number one rule is that this is sex and not love. We are not auditioning for a new wife, just someone to play with occasionally. So, for the guys, don’t forget to pay attention to your wife when a new fox is slipping under the sheets. As a guy, I know most decisions are left up to my little buddy, so share the love and don’t hog the new girl.

Initially, I was the kid in the proverbial candy store and thought there was so much pussy and so little time. My wife has always tolerated my excesses, for which I’m eternally grateful. Besides being knock-down gorgeous, Foxy has always allowed me to stray without beating me up about it. One of the things I love is threesomes with another girl. Of course, Foxy likes girls as much as I do, which helps.

Unicorns are in demand, so don’t sell yourself short. Talk to both halves of the couple and make sure you get good vibes from the wife as well as the guy. We are in long-term relationships with the unicorns we run with, and it’s more than sex. Like other swinger couples, the bonds you establish are beyond what “normal” couples experience.

Unicorns have expectations, and you should find like-minded couples to fulfill your desires. Sometimes, the needs of others are comical, but who’s to say what’s weird or not? One of our friends is anal-oriented, while her boyfriend thinks it’s disgusting. At a party with her, you get the choice of two holes, and her front door is off-limits as that’s her boyfriend’s. She considers regular sex to be cheating, and who am I to complain?

Other unicorns simply love sex and need a lot of it but don’t want people to think of them as sluts. In our group, being a slut is a good thing and not something to be ashamed of. That’s the good thing about swinging in general; everyone is tolerant of others’ kinks.

Finding swingers is a little tricky at first. Some people do not accept our lifestyle, so we operate in the shadows. You can typically Google for local swinger’s groups or clubs as a first step. I don’t recommend that you start one on one as this may result in a “charity fuck” as it’s known when you feel pressure to get with someone you may not be attracted to.

Swingers or unicorns are never forced to have sex with others, but when you end up on the couch with everyone else banging their brains out, it is sometimes difficult to say no to the dork on the other couch.

You might think attending a party of twenty would ensure you end up in a pile, but that’s not how it works. Getting lost in the crowd is easier in a group if you don’t find someone to party with. That’s a benefit my wife has repeatedly stressed to me.

My wife is a bizarre combination of slutty exhibitionist and shy wallflower that I still don’t understand. She’s ripping her clothes off one minute, yet she’s hiding behind the couch the next. Foxy doesn’t like prearranged partying, and I’ve learned to let her operate at her own pace.

Once you find others you feel comfortable with, try to share contact information. Swingers operate on a first-name basis, so don’t be offended if someone you just met doesn’t share their bosses’ or preachers’ names with you. Don’t pry. Just tell everyone you are Suzy Creamcheese or whatever.

The swinger’s lifestyle has been a lot of fun for us, and hopefully, it will work out for you.

Now for something that’s completely different. One of my favorite fellow authors has a new release that hopefully will interest you.

Triad by Lisabet Sarai

Sometimes one plus one equals three

Why should soul mate be singular? Can one person really satisfy every need and desire?

Triad is a compilation of erotic romance tales about threesomes – not fleeting, lust-driven ménage a trois encounters but stable, loving relationships that involve three people. A long-married couple’s ardor is rekindled when another man seduces each of them in turn. A lonely, embittered vampire finds redemption in the arms of his two young victims. A mistletoe kiss reawakens passion between old friends, until Suzanne discovers Gino already has a life partner. An alien pair offers love and immortality to the only survivor of a interstellar disaster.

Steamy and explicit, unapologetically romantic, Triad celebrates the joys of three-way polyamory.

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Excerpt – Rated X (From Monsoon Fever)

They stood facing each other in the parlour, a triangle of muddy, dishevelled bodies. Now that the emergency was over, no one knew what to say. An awkward silence filled the spaces between them. Tension crackled in the humid air.

Priscilla looked from one man to the other. Jon’s hair was matted with dirt. There was blood smeared across his naked chest, but thankfully, she did not see any wound. Anil’s fine suit was torn in two places, with the pale lining gaping out of the gashes. He was barefoot, the sucking mud having swallowed his shoes. A dark bruise swelled above his right eye.

She knew that she looked no better. Her filthy hair stuck to her forehead in damp strings. Her clammy skirt clung to her thighs. Her blouse was in tatters, the seams split from her exertion. Her lace camisole, now a muddy brown, was clearly visible.

They were tired, battered and bruised. But they were alive, when not everyone had been so fortunate.

Inexplicably, her heart soared. These two courageous, compassionate men—they had saved lives tonight. She felt blessed by their presence, full of joy, power and love—for both of them.

She walked over to Jon, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him, open-mouthed. He was tentative at first, but in a moment he became eager, pulling her to his chest and mashing his lips against hers. He smelled of earth, iron, and sweat, masculine, intoxicating. Priscilla’s nipples became hard little pebbles that set up exquisite vibrations each time they brushed his flesh. He reached behind her, grabbing her buttocks and forcing her pelvis against his. The hard bulk of his erection prodded the mound at the juncture of her thighs. Her sex, already damp, gushed in response. Boldly, she reached down to fondle his cock through his trousers. Her quick squeeze made him gasp.

Before he could completely recover, Priscilla moved away from him to Anil. The native’s dark eyes followed her every gesture. The hint of a smile played across his full lips. He met her kiss halfway, sinking his tongue deep into her mouth while massaging her breasts. Priscilla feathered a quick caress across his swollen groin before breaking the embrace.

She took Jon’s hand in her right, Anil’s in her left, and led them toward the bedroom. “Come,” she told them. “I think that we all need a bath.”

The bathroom was simple, Asian-style, a tiled area with a drain rather than a tub. Lalida had left an ample supply of hot water, filling every bucket and ewer in the house. Cold water came directly from the rain-fed cistern on the roof.

Quickly, before she could think too much about what she was doing, Priscilla stripped off her clothes and kicked them into a corner. She grabbed one of the pitchers of hot water and poured it over her head. Dirt sluiced out of her hair in muddy rivulets and swirled down the drain. The warmth soothed her aching muscles but made her scratches and blisters sting. She picked up a bar of her precious English lavender soap and began smoothing the suds over her breasts and belly. She lingered over the task, savouring the silkiness of her own skin under her fingertips.

The two men watched her, transfixed. Jon’s mouth hung open as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, but at the same time his trousers were distended by a huge erection. Anil’s lips were parted, his tongue-tip playing unconsciously at the corners. She could see that he was hungry to taste her. For long moments, though, neither man moved.

Her soapy hands slipped easily into the cleft between her thighs. It seemed so natural, to slide her slippery fingers along her folds and stroke the juicy bud of flesh that set her trembling. She had done this so many times; she knew instinctively the path to her own pleasure. No one had ever watched her, of course. Instead of inhibiting her, though, her audience stirred her to new peaks of excitement.

No longer was her self-pleasuring lonely and sterile. Now she was sharing it with the man—the men—that she loved and desired. As she climbed higher, she could see her own arousal reflected in their faces. Neither moved to expose his cock, not yet, but she knew that would happen soon.

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I’m Larry Archer, a simple writer of smut stories in print, electronic, and audiobook formats. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My porn stories are generally positive and fun as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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