Back in the game

See this post first, so that I don't need to retell the story.

We had a great time at our long-awaited rendezvous with 'Buddy & Snowball.' I look of joy on Lola's face at the end of the night said it all to me, and it was still there this morning when we woke up.

After you left, we went down to the hot tub. Lola made passes at a guy who we thought was single until his very unhappy wife walked in while he was fingering Lola's pussy. I thought she might favor another hot-tub lingerer for a three-way to satisfy her penetrative cravings, but for whatever reason she declined and the poor chap watched from a few feet away while I lubed her up with my mouth, bent her over and gave her all I had left in me. As the pressure rose I pulled out of her, grabbed her head and pulled it to my cock. She opened up, sealed her lips around me and I released everything I had built up in the previous few hours of play. I love it when she swallows.

We emerged to find that we were the last ones up. We went to an upstairs bedroom and happily collapsed together.

This morning when we woke up, she was happy and I was hard. She got up and walked across the room in her panties and I just burst out loud about her beautiful body. She hasn't shown me this openness about her body in months. She came back, we cuddled, and she lay in the morning light with her breasts unabashedly exposed. I caressed them for quite a while, and we talked about the wonderful time we had the night before. Then she took my hand and moved it down to her pussy.

I knew the time was right for pushing the boundaries, and that she probably regretted not having taken advantage of her opportunity to be the playground for two (or more) lusty men the night before. So I coaxed her into the next best thing. As she lay on her side, turned away from me, I lubed up my cock, her pussy and her ass. I slid a finger into back door, and then replaced it with my shaft. Then she pulled the largest of her collection of toys (we brought them along in a little case) and slid it gently into her pussy. I used my hand to hold it place while she found her silver buzzing egg and pressed it to her clit.

At first I held still while her body adjusted to being so full. As she relaxed, I began gently moving in and out of her. Sometimes me, sometimes the rubber dildo. After several minutes, both. Soon she was being pumped in both holes simultaneously. Despite the sensations, she was in a somewhat awkward position that she said was keeping her from reaching her peak. Knowing I wouldn't have this opportunity again for a while, I began thrusting hard into her ass. She moaned and sighed as I pleasured myself in the tight space and finally came inside of her. I slid out and spent the next several minutes pleasuring her pussy with the thick rubber cock while I talked to her about all of the things we could do next time... she finally came in the middle of a story about her entertaining three cocks at once.

Many thanks to our great hosts and playmates. As you can tell from Buddy's description, we had a very fluid, everyone-involved experience, something that we have found to be elusive with other couples. I want to give special kudos to Snowball for giving me the best oral treatment I've had since we began swinging with other couples. She was obviously enjoying herself, and she is very skilled. When Lola joined in, it reaffirmed that having two mouths on my cock is still the most sensational part of including other people in our sex life.

Most of all, I am basking in the glow of my wife's smile. It has been about 10 months since we last played, and I think she was mostly going along this weekend as a favor to me. In the process she realized that playing with others is a natural part of her being, a joyful experience when done right. It was uplifting.

Dinnertime on a Summer Evening

As I arrive home, you greet me with a mischevous smile, mixing spoon in hand, wearing just your apron. The stove is warm with simmering rice and sauce, scenting the air.

I notice the bottle of lube sitting on the counter out of the corner of my eye as I put down my things and come to your open arms for kisses that start soft and gentle but become deep and aggressive. My hands move to your bare back, and feel your warm soft skin all the way down to your ass, feeling their way along in a little bit of disbelief, confirming your nudity.

You put your hands on my chest and push me back half a step. Your hands then trace down the front of my body as you slowly kneel in front of me. Your intention was to use your mouth to make me hard, but before I even pressed against you for the kisses he was coming alive, and now after you fish him out from my open fly and engulf him it's just your instincts driving you to suck me. Already instinct is taking over both of us, and when you stand again, and turn around, I'm already turning to grab the bottle of lube from the counter behind me.

You put your hands on the edge of the counter and lean forward into it. You close your eyes and feel my hand, slick with lube, slide between your cheeks and find your back door. I massage it and coax it to relax for me. I dip a fingertip inside, and after just a moment's hesitation I push it fully into you, harshly, to be sure that you're prepared for what you've just unleashed. You catch your breath but don't open your eyes, and then you push back against my hand. It's all the confirmation I could need.

My other hand has been readying my rigid pole and now I grip him to take aim. I position the head against the target and push into you. It takes some pressure for the thick head to make it past the first gate, which causes me to enter you with a bit of a pop. You exhale audibly and brace yourself harder as I put my hands on your hips. I hold you steady and push forward into you, moving past the second gate and into you deeply, filling you, making your head dizzy and your vision blur with the intensity of it. I hold him inside of you and wait for you to catch your breath, and then pull him slowly out, not quite all the way, before pushing him slowly in again, this time all the way to the very hilt.

For a few minutes I do just this... long, slow movements that accentuate the feeling of him sliding through you in each direction. In time, the pace increases. There is more speed on the thrust in than the pull out. As your legs become weak and you feel the intensity of the inward thrusts throughout the tender parts between your thighs, I am now driving into you like a jackhammer with each thrust, shaking your ass and testing your grip on the counter. Your voice cries out first in bursts with each thrust bust as they blend one into another in a constant piston motion, so your voice becomes one long, loud cry.

My hands move to your shoulders and suddenly my pace changes, my thrusts slowing but becoming even more powerful, and my own voice rises like a roar behind you as my body empties itself deep inside you and you feel my hands on your shoulders convulse and slip and fumble down to your hips again as my thrusting pace becomes slow and irregular. After a few more, I stop and we both hold still. Neither of us wants to move, preserving the moment, sweating and catching our breath from the exertion.

You extend your arms and straighten yourself, becoming more vertical. I cautiously pull him from you, he almost seems to sigh as he escapes, and then begins immediately to soften as he glistens with the lube in the cool air. You turn to face me and smile happily. I smile back at you, weakly. You wrap your arms around my shoulders, mind encircle your waist. We kiss again, and you say:

"Go wash your hands. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Diary of a Swinger

I found an excellent article today by a British man who explored the swinging lifestyle for a year. His insights are dead on, in my opinion. It is a well-written piece, and for those of you who want to know more about swinging, this is an excellent primer:

Diary of a Swinger

Upstairs

It’s been almost a week since the last post, and judging by the traffic numbers everybody isn’t thrilled with how long this is dragging out. I’m going to try to compress my outline somewhat to make it easier on all of us. I want to get this story done before we have another one to tell.

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet.

So, after all of this, we finally come to the culmination of the evening, the glorious moment at which Lola says “Let’s go upstairs,” and she means it in a different way than “let’s have a look.” She’s saying “Let’s go upstairs to stay.”

So we go upstairs and find Little Orphan Annie sitting alone on a sofa. We sit and make conversation, because even though she and Lola have already met and kissed and fondled and sucked on each other, this is the first time they’ve really had to exchange more than names. It was then that we learned that Annie had never really been with a woman, though she had been attracted to women for a long time and had done a little kissing and fondling. As it turns out, Annie was feeling the effects of her drinks a little too much, and her boyfriend had abandoned her in frustration. She was sitting alone, he was dancing it up downstairs. This is not cool.

After a while he showed up, stopping to lean against the wall next to us not really acknowledging any of us. Annie introduced us to Mike, and he did manage to say hello and shake hands. That was it, though. It was clear that Annie was very warm to Lola, and very curious about what was going on in the other rooms. Lola was curious too but not so shy. While Annie timidly sat there, Lola got up to peer through the blinds into the rooms that she could. She was obviously ready to get into the game.

And so she announced that we would now be getting up, going into the little locker room and disrobing. We stripped down, wrapped ourselves in towels and waved goodbye to Annie and Mike as we wandered around the corner into the big group playroom.

What we found in that dimly-lit place was remarkable. There weren’t many people (unfortunately), but the architecture was fascinating. There were three large beds with four posts and satiny fabrics hanging down from above like a sexy canopy. And when I say large beds, I mean that the smallest had two queen-sized mattresses assembled together. The largest had four kings. In between them there was a sex swing suspended form the ceiling. And along the full length of one wall was what can only be described as stadium seating: Three or four rows of soft bleachers.

On each bed there were a handful of folks engaged in either oral sex or the good old missionary position. There were people of all sizes, but I was amazed at the preponderance of truly overweight women. Some people will read that and think of it as a turnoff, but although I’m not attracted to big women I found it rather joyful that they felt free to take off their clothes and boldly expose their bodies and their sexuality in this society that tells them to hide their bodies, mask their shape and pretend that they aren’t as hungry for sensual pleasure as everyone.

I took Lola to the largest bed, sat her down and made her lay back. I kneeled next to the bed, and right at the base of the ‘viewing stands’ and eagerly began lapping at her smooth, delicious pussy. I practiced the new oral trick that I had learned the night before to very good results. After several minutes I got up on the mattress, kneeled by her and watched her engulf my cock with her mouth. After that initial burst, we paused and wandered back out to the hallway to see if Annie was still there. We saw that she and Mike were in the locker room disrobing, and so we went back to our place on the mattress and continued with each other.

As Mike and Annie walked slowly in, they let their eyes adjust to the dim light and found us. The walked and took a seat on the stands right next to where we were. We were both lying on the mattress by now, taking turns stimulating each other. Annie and Mike watched us with fascination as they also kissed and caressed each other. After several minutes, they grew still, and I could see Annie sitting there, feet on the same level as her ass so that her knees were up by her chin, her legs spread and clean-shaven slit fully exposed.

During sex, Lola has a tendency to get completely lost in the moment and lose track of time and the people around her. This was no different, and she seemed to have completely forgotten about Annie as she sucked on my cock. I had to use my hands to get her to stop what she was doing and look at Annie. I told her “I think she’s ready.” “Ready for what?” Lola said, still inexplicably unclear about what was laid so vividly before her. “Ready for you” I said. “Oh!” Lola said, and smiled broadly.

We got up off the mattress and moved over to where Mike and Annie sat. She was pale and smooth and beautiful, and very naked. He was dark and very muscular. Mike was to her right, so I sat to her left. Lola went right up the middle and leaned in to kiss Annie deeply. As Lola started kissing her way down Annie’s neck and to her chest, Annie’s breath caught in her throat and she said “I’ve never done this before.” I wondered what Annie was feeling as Lola’s warm soft mouth groped its way along her skin to the most sensitive regions of her body.

It wasn’t long before Lola’s mouth became fully engaged in the soft folds of Annie’s pussy lips.

And the next time I write, I’ll tell you all about it.

Drinks

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Our readership over the past few days has run between 44 & 75 people. The good folks at FourState were inspired to mention us in another post, and we're also getting many visitors from Danni654 and Dirty Couple in Virginia.

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The role of alcohol in our swinging life cannot be denied. It is a complex topic and has evolved over time. I think I have mentioned it in some previous posts. We are generally a couple who enjoys a drink. I'm having a nice glass of Montepulciano right now. When we go out to a club, with the intention of mixing and perhaps having sex with other couples, the alcohol takes on a degree of planning and care in execution that rivals the choice of attire.

Because of various blue laws, the rules at most of the clubs are similar: Bring your own bottle, leave it behind the bar with a volunteer bartender who will get it for you when you need it. In some states the bartender is required to pour for you, in others you are required to pour for yourself. It's interesting that these legislatures all thought it very important who was doing the pouring, yet managed to come to opposite conclusions about who that should be.

This BYOB policy results in a much more affordable evening out when compared to drinks at your average vanilla dance club running about $10 each. Some people bring bottles of wine, others their beer. Most do as we do and bring rum, tequila or vodka for mixed drinks, the club itself usually provides the sodas, juices etcetera.

We are rarely without a drink once we've gone in the door, aside from time spent dancing. There are two major considerations. First of course is that one of us is going to need to safely drive the other back home or to the hotel. Next is that Lola wants to drink enough to free her from her inhibitions, but not so much that she loses track of time and purpose. Several times she has gotten so loose that she gets completely romantic on me, hangs all over me and then is utterly taken by surprise when it is 3AM, time to go and all of her would-be friends left an hour ago. Accordingly, I'm usually the designated driver.

At first we tried to just space out the drinks, but it's a club and we're moving a lot, frequently perspiring and that makes us thirsty. That scheme collapses pretty quickly. So we've gone to a habit of drinking a big glass of water in between drinks after about the first three. This presents a problem in its own right as the evening goes along and the continual intake overwhelms Lola's incredibly small capacity and she winds up in the ladies' room every 15-20 minutes. Those of you who have read from the beginning have already seen that in play on this particular night, and it will continue to be a theme.

There was one night in which I managed to get drunk so fast that she automatically wound up being the designated driver, and I played the role of the person completely unaware of the passage of time and caught off guard when the lights came up on the empty dance floor. It was one of the best nights I've had. And Good Lord was I flirty.

On this particular night I think that Lola hit her stride just right. She was completely lucid, but completely free and happy. It was a joy to see her that way.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Next: Upstairs (to stay) ... in which we find Little Orphan Annie all by her self amid the naked people

The Aggression and the Patience

I was going to follow up the previous chapter with one called “The Patience,” but I think I got things out of order, and that this is dragging on longer than I had anticipated, so we’ll be combining the two today into this one chapter, and the Agression comes first.

As we made these rounds between bar, dance floor, upstairs and theater room, we came at one point upon the dance floor, standing to watch from a corner. A small handful of women, Little Orphan Annie among them, were dancing together. As we watched, one would per her hands on the hips of another, or pull another close to her so that their hips would move in sync. We continued to watch and they got bolder with each other, with kisses on the neck and hands cupping breasts. Dancing all the while.

Lola watched in fascination, and so did I. Now in the past, this would have been the point at which I would have suggested that she go join the group on the dance floor. Tonight though, I didn’t say a word, and no prompting was necessary. She put her drink down and rode the long strides of her legs to the dance floor. She began to dance and sway. I watched, and she moved among them gracefully, erotically. I took a seat nearby to relax and take in the view.

At some point, on an unspoken signal (probably the end of a song) most of this small cluster of women dissipated into the rest of the onlookers. But amid the couples still on the floor were Lola and Little Orphan Annie. They rocked their hips together, wrapped their arms around each other, slid their hands freely, all without a word. They would find themselves face to face and would kiss, but never break the rhythm that their bodies established. Annie would turn her back to Lola, who would pull herself close and run her hands up under Annie’s shirt to find her breasts with soft hands. Annie would revel in the sensation, and then turn around to kiss her way down Lola’s neck, to her open collar, and Lola helped as Annie fished Lola’s breast out of her shirt to attack Lola’s prominent nipples with an eager mouth.

They would kiss more, tongues dancing around between their lips as their legs continued to move on the floor. Lola pulled up Annie’s shirt to have her own turn suckling at Annie’s excited nipples. Lola turned around and Annie drew up close from behind, sliding her hands up Lola’s thighs, under her skirt, and touched that smooth honeypot as Lola’s eyes closed and she leaned back against Annie.

I sat just 15 feet away, but they couldn’t see me. They were completely wrapped up in each other. I was happy and amazed at Lola’s impulses and freedom on this night. After so much hesitation leading up to the evening, she was being sexually assertive.

A song ended, and they kissed once more. Lola saw where I was sitting and came to join me. Annie walked off in the other direction. Lola was a little breathy from the exertion and the excitement, and all smiles. She asked, unnecessarily, if I had been watching, and if I enjoyed what I saw. I asked her whether she had enjoyed herself, an equally silly inquiry.

At this point, the guy in me would have thought it quite natural for Lola to have taken Annie by the hand and led her upstairs. She had a guy with her, certainly he would have happily followed. But instead, we went back to our rotation… to the bar, to the screening room, upstairs, and back to the dance floor. Every now and then we would pass Annie, sometimes with her guy. They would smile and wink or wave to each other as they passed, mostly.

And here I am, with my guy brain, thinking “you just sucked on this beautiful girl’s tits, and she sucked on yours. She fingered your pussy. So… you’re just going to wave at her now?” At one point I think Lola actually walked by Annie without the two even acknowledging each other.

I reminded myself though that being passive yet encouraging had served us both well so far, and I didn’t mention a word to Lola. This part was to be entitled “The Breather …in which Dragon wonders why we’re just wandering around”, but I think I’ve described the situation well enough for you. I think that in "The Patience" I was going to explore the difference in my attitude now than a year from now, maybe I'll get to that later.

Tomorrow I’ll write a brief post called “Drinks”, in which I examine the alcohol environment in this club and how Lola & I have learned to walk a very fine line. After that comes the chapter I know you’re really waiting for… Upstairs.

Chapter 5: The Beauties

... Featuring the Prom Queen, the Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Our readership over the past few days has averaged about 75 people but on a couple of days we had 95 & 100. We're still getting lots of attention from folks referred to us by FourState, for which we are most thankful!

Over the next couple of hours we meandered from location to location. Dance floor, to dance and scope. Rear bar, to watch the girls having their bodies painted. Check out the screening room and its many sofas, upstairs to see if anything interesting is starting to happen. At every stop we sit, we look around, someone says hello to us. Mostly we look around the room and we talk to each other and sip our drinks. We get a pretty steady supply of refills, which hast he result of sending Lola to the ladies room about every 20 minutes. Whenever she returns she tells me about another woman she’s met. She’s feeling very friendly, and everyone is friendly to her. IN this way, this time in our stay became structured around four women: The Prom Queen, The Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl.

The Schoolgirl of course was Lola herself, turning heads in her short plaid skirt and satiny black pleated top, opened low to allow a glance at her unwrapped breasts. The other three were the most striking women there that evening in the relatively sparse crowd, and take hear dear readers, for Lola has passionate sex with one of these women in a future chapter.

I mentioned earlier about the body painting. A skilled artist set up shop in one corner of the rear bar, and a number of women stood in line to bare their breasts to his brush. Nearby there was a woman standing completely nude except for her high heels, and painted from shoulder to ankles in long, flowing lines. She was perhaps 35, with a beautiful body. She seemed rightly comfortable standing around and chatting with onlookers and prospective customers. She was obviously there as a featured piece of art. She was the Model.

By far the painter’s most classically beautiful client was a woman I started immediately calling the Prom Queen. She was no older than mid-twenties, with fair skin and straight shoulder-length hair and an absolutely perfect body. She was straight out of central casting. And she stood for a good 20 minutes while he meticulously stroked her skin with the tip of his brush. As he finished with her breasts, she hiked up her skirt and he knelt to give her matching artwork on her smooth coochie. This prompted Lola to wonder if the paint was edible.

The cool thing about the body painting was that once painted, the women wouldn’t cover up again. It made for a nice environment. For the next hour she shot pool among the other dressed and semi-dressed.

After returning from the loo at one point, Lola told me about another young cutie she met there. Presumably while at the sink. Apparently the cutie was in town from another state, coincidentally the state where Lola was born, where her family is from. She was a long way from home and as an inside joke, Lola and I nicknamed her Little Orphan Annie.

Next Chapter: The Patience: …in which Dragon practices zen among the lingerie and booty.