The Hidden Sides

Back in the game

2007-09-16T13:50:00.001-04:00

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

2007-06-06T22:38:00.000-04:00

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

2007-04-07T13:04:00.000-04:00

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

2006-12-18T22:26:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-12T22:35:00.000-05:00

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.

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

2006-12-10T21:39:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-06T22:43:00.000-05:00

... 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.

We Interrupt This Broadcast....

2006-12-05T20:22:00.000-05:00

Dragon's been busy, so Lola's stepping in to provide more information about Goth Girl, as mentioned in Chapter 4.

I understand it being notable to Dragon, as well as I understand his not recalling why it was notable. I think it's notable because it's a woman I saw and declared an attraction to. She was very tall, and dressed in gothic, but tasteful, attire. Bright red mini, black fishnet hose, tall black boots, a black top. She had JET black hair pulled back into a fashionable pony tail, and her makeup was striking enough to announce her bright blue eyes before the rest of her.

Goth Girl's husband stopped me on the way to the bar to tell me he LOVED my hair. I said thank you and kept walking, but on the way back I told him I really appreciated it because I had gotten some negative feedback about it (it's MUCH shorter that it has been in years). He said, "No, it's gorgeous, just like you. You're a beautiful lady." I thanked him again, and walked away. Later, on my way to the bathroom, I noticed the Goth Girl standing next to him, so walked over and and told her that SHE was beautiful. She said thank you. Turns out they're husband and wife.

That was the extent of it. I thought she was hot, and would have loved to have spent more time with her, but I never ran into her again, and we never had another opportunity to speak further.

See? Notable, but not so much.

Chapter 4: The Compliments

2006-12-01T23:42:00.000-05:00

...in which Johnny Reb, Goth Girl and others suffer momentary lapses of sanity

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. We're hoping to entice more readers with this series, and despite a dip a couple of days ago I think the trend is up. We had 61 readers yesterday. Thank you to the happy couple at FourState for thier blog post directing many of you to us.

Lola gets compliments in the grocery store when dressed in faded blue jeans and an old sweatshirt.

I said back in Chapter 1:

The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

Men turn their heads, women pay compliments on any given day. So what do you suppose happens in a sex club, when she’s wearing high leather boots, a short plaid skirt, a black satin top (unbuttoned pretty low, and no bra), and a choker that says “SLUT.” Hmmm? I’ll give you a hint: people notice, and people tell her about it. Lola doesn’t believe it. But I won’t dwell on that.

Johnny Reb was the first one I really noticed that night. She’d probably had a few more fans by the time I witnessed him as the first one. We first noticed Johnny Reb on the dance floor. Remember yesterday when I said:

“They won’t chuckle when your redneck ass shuffles to a hip-hop beat”

Johnny Reb was the redneck shuffling to the hip-hop. Honest to God, we didn’t chuckle. We were charmed. He was in blue jeans and a denim shirt. He had a ruddy, scarred, leathery face. Working class. Southern. We called him Johnny Reb because he had on this funny hat, like a civil war soldier cap.

I was talking to Lola over our drinks when he walked up, with his lady, and grabbed her ass. Well, he probably didn’t actually grab her ass, I think we gave it a little pinch. It was funny, because she looked at me, and thought it was me, and then noticed that my hands were nowhere near her ass. She turned to look, and he let us know that he had noticed her, really noticed her, while we were out by the dance floor. Noticed that plaid skirt especially. This is when we discovered that Johnny Reb has a cool sense of humor. He said it motivated him to want to wear plaid too. Maybe do a Braveheart thing, a whole reenactment in his front yard. He made a big production of it, and by so doing flattered her, and it left Lola smiling, and in this way made me happy. He knew she wasn’t going to suddenly drop to her knees and pleasure him. He was simply enjoying the thrill of making a beautiful woman smile.

Every time Lola would get up to go to the ladies’ room (which is quite often when we’re out at a club. The woman’s bladder must be the size of one of those ice cubes in her drink), she would come back with more stories about the nice cute girls she had just met in the ladies’ room. I guess that all pretty girls have small bladders. Anyway, she was making new friends right and left. I had written down to tell you especially about Goth Girl, but I don’t really remember her. Hot red skirt, black top, a little thick. Lola remembers her though, maybe she’ll tell you more about her after reading this.

It was in these trips back and forth to the powder room that Lola eventually encountered these women, one of whom she had passionate sex with.

We'll introduce them tomorrow in Chapter 5: The Prom Queen, the Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl

Chapter 3: The Arrival

2006-11-30T07:24:00.000-05:00

…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.
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. We slipped yesterday and only had 42 visitors, which was disappointing. Hopefully we'll do better today. As before, we thank Danni654 for sending us the most readers.

Walking into a sex club, you probably wouldn't know that it’s a sex club right away. There aren’t sleazy, slutty women and lecherous men groping from dark corners at everything that moves, writhing in the thick musky air in the mental haze of various psychotropic chemicals. You see a collection of the same men and women you’d see on any given day at the mall. Some of the women are dressed to entice, but even then you can see in their faces and their hairstyles… these are bank tellers and attorneys. They are soccer moms and laborers, they are middle management and they drive trucks. These are normal people, sitting with each other and having a drink and a smoke, greeting old friends and enjoying a night out free from the kids. And as we first sit at the little table against the wall, sipping our own drinks and smiling at each other, we watch them and are overtaken with the ordinary look of it all.

Stay longer though, and see something else. See freedom. Behind the five corners you must turn, behind the sealed windows, behind the monitored door which is past the guard who has to clear you before you even drive onto the property to park behind the high fence is safety. Within this diverse group of people runs a common thread. They won’t point at you because you’re too fat to wear that lingerie. They won’t chuckle when your redneck ass shuffles to a hip-hop beat, alone on the dance floor with your woman. The beautiful girls won’t glare at you for ogling them. Nobody’s rich or poor anymore, nobody’s black or white. Everybody is at ease.

And at first, all they’re doing is dancing a little, having a drink, noticing the more attractive folks and just settling in. They watch football on TV and shoot pool. But around the margins becomes more, and the women always lead the way. In the corner, women strip their tops off for the body painter. Another woman strips down and dances on the pole on the tiny little stage. She is an average woman, perhaps 40. She is in good shape but her body shows her age. She’s a little padded, and she doesn’t have any professional moves. Earlier today you couldn’t have picked her out of the crowd in the produce aisle or the office. But now her body sets her free as she sets it free. We applaud as the song finishes and she vacates the stage. A woman around the pool table is wearing only a pair of panties and a satin nightgown, open in the front. Another sips her drink among friends, nude except for her heels. She is beautiful. Or maybe she isn’t. It doesn’t matter. The men are free to look, the women are free to be looked at.

And the world doesn’t fall apart. The men don’t grope. They don’t even stare. These men can hold a conversation while looking at her eyes, not her nipples. There is no chaos, there is no fall of civilization. There is none of the disaster that the world would have you believe comes to pass when people let free their desires.

And after a while of observing, we begin to explore. There are dimly lit rooms that begin to become the scenes of the lust that draws us all. We enter one, though a curtained passage, the theater room. Perhaps a dozen sofas, along the walls and in the center, arrayed around a large flat-screen TV showing hard-core porn. A couple sits here, a couple sits there. She & I sit toward the back. We look around. An amorous couple necking in one corner as if it were a mainstream movie theater. One lucky guy has a head bobbing in his lap. And then we see, on the other wall two men sitting next to each other. A tall, slender woman with a full head of long black wavy hair, who we have seen at the bar, kneels before that sofa and slowly pleasures one of the men. My guess is that, even though most people come to the club as couples and don’t have sex with anyone but their partner, the man observing is the woman’s date.

As I’m gently watching, Lola’s voice says “she has such a sexy back.” What’s a husband to do but agree? “You should go tell her that” I suggest. Lola gets up. She walks over, leans over, and strokes the woman’s back with her tender fingertips. The men look up. The woman slows for a moment but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. The unattended man introduces himself, and Lola says “I just love her back, it’s so sexy.” The man bids her to stay. Lola gives that long sleek back one more caress, gives the man a smile, and then walks back to me.

She’s initiating. It’s going to be a good night.

Tomorrow, Chapter 4: The Compliments

... in which Johnny Reb, Goth Girl and others suffer momentary lapses of sanity

Chapter 2: The Preparation

2006-11-29T14:58:00.000-05:00

…in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun

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. Yesterday’s readership was 75 people, the best total since October 17th. Danni654 again leads the way in referrals. Thank you Danni!

As we were on the way to her friend’s house on Friday evening, we passed by a nondescript club called “Twin Peaks.” “You know what that is, don’t you?” she said to me. “Nope.” Of course, after a moment’s thought I figured it out, and suggested that maybe after the friend’s house we should stop by that or a similar club, just to get her in the mood. She dismissed the idea but noted that there might be an adult toy store along our return route.

Indeed there was, and we went in, and after looking through the tall faux-leather boots and the under-the-glass jewelry, she made a beeline for the DVD section. Porn is always an interesting conversation with Lola, because she doesn’t know what she likes yet. She likes very hard core, no-nonsense choreography. But she either doesn’t know it or won’t admit it. After discussing the options and the fact that from my view it was best to get what tantalized her instead of me, we picked up a relatively inexpensive semi-hard-core title called Suburban Sex parties. It occurred to me later that we don’t own any porn, at least none that you could hold in your hand. We have gone with the pay-per-view and found streaming sites on the internet, but in terms of something the kids could find in the sock drawer, this was a first.

She also selected a piece of jewelry that she’d seen at a previous club early this year and had her eye on ever since. It’s a sparkly choker, and in great big letters, it says: “SLUT”

The store that we went to happened to have a "gentlemens' club" next door. A large purple neon sign read "Couples welcome." We saw a few couples going in. Lola turned to me and said "go see if there's a cover charge. I don't want to spend the money on the cover charge, but it would be fun to go in." I did my best to suggest that she was putting an impossible barrier up. "Not even a small cover charge?" "Nothing." She said firmly. I decided that I was going to drag her in if it were any less than $10. I went in and asked. $10. Damn. I went out to the curb, got in the car, and home we went. In retrospect I should have dropped a twenty off while I was inside the door and said "pretend there isn't one when I come back in a moment." Oh well, hindsight.

We went back to the condo where we stayed, got into sleepwear and settled in on the sofa together. We watched, and to our dismay discovered that while every scene was a multi-girl scene, for the most part the girls weren’t really touching each other to any degree. After investing maybe 30 minutes in it, gently touching each other as we watched, we gave up and went to bed to make a little unrecorded porn of our own.

Our lovemaking that night had all the wonderful elements that it usually does, touching, deep kissing, toys and lots of breast attention. I don’t remember the order in which we proceeded, but along the way I got to go down on Lola for the first time in a long time. She has been insecure about this act for a few months, for understandable reasons at the beginning but after a while I think it just became reflex for her to tell me no. It was therefore a tremendous treat for me to be able to come face to face with the object of my adoration and fascination once again. She has the most approachable pussy imaginable. People who have found something to dislike about pussies before could never find fault with hers. It is small and smooth, clean in look, taste and scent. She has a princess’s pussy. I licked and sucked and probed orally for as long as she would let me. I even discovered a new trick that she seems to like. I was able to suck her tiny clitoris, wrapped in its fleshy blanket, just past my lips, and hold it there while I licked it with my tongue. She said it had the potential to make her come, though I’m going to need a lot more practice at it to get the proper dexterity. I’m looking forward to practicing so much that even now I’m starting to get a little jittery, sitting her at my desk. In the end I gave her two strong orgasms with her pyrex glass toy (a birthday gift, and worth every penny), and she of course saw me through to a glorious release by talking about the fun we might have the next night.

Saturday was a very nice day, filled with little touches pointing in the direction of a club visit.

We woke up and talked more about the possibility of the club, and of our fun the night before, and she indulged me with a morning quicky. Somewhere in the midst of that I suggested that we should continue to get her into a sexual mood with regular intervals of actual sex play during the day, such as setting a timer and letting me lick her pussy until it rang.

She spent time on the swinger websites of which we are members, looking for others who might be attending or some clue as to whether it would be a busy or slow night.

She went shopping for nice knee-high leather boots. She asked if it was okay to spend that money, which was totally unnecessary and I mention only to explain my response, which was: “You should buy anything that you intend to wear to the club tonight.”

As she was leaving, I said “I’m going to set the timer.” At first she said no, but then suddenly was on the sofa, pulling down her pants and getting into position as I punched 10 minutes onto the clock, and then proceeded to lavish her with oral attention long past the time when the buzzer rang.

The day went on, with a little talk here and there, and more swinger site browsing, and chatting with some of our original swinger friends. We had a light dinner at the condo. Through all of this, it wasn’t until she started getting dressed for the club that I knew we were going. She wore her new tall black leather boots and an above-the-knee plaid skirt. She pleased and excited me greatly by doing her hair and makeup topless while I walked in and out of the room. She asked me which top looked best, the satin white, cotton white or satin black. We went with black. She even got playful and pressed her breasts against the glass while I was in the shower. And of course, she wore the SLUT choker.

We left for the club and along the way were assaulted by a bag of something rotten hurled from an oncoming truck. Some young redneck idiots, no doubt. We stopped at a nearby carwash and I took care of the remains, and all the time I thought “they’re laughing, but the joke is on them. They would stand in awe if they could see who I was with and where I was taking her.”

We arrived at the club and the guard asked if we had been there before. “About a year ago” was our answer. “Well, there have been a few changes since then,” he said, and proceeded to spell them out and then wish us success. “Have fun and Git ‘R Done” was his exact phrase, I believe. We pulled into the lot and found plenty of parking spaces.

Tomorrow… Chapter 3: The Arrival

…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.

Chapter 1: The Uncertainty

2006-11-28T08:09:00.000-05:00

...in which fantasy collides with reality.

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. Yesterday’s readership was 61 people, the best total since November 3^rd, thanks in part to Danni654, who referred more people to us than anybody else. Thank you Danni!

We didn’t know that the night would be such a success. We didn’t even know whether we would go at all.

We have been to this particular club once before, and it was an interesting experience. We hadn’t yet played with anyone yet, we were mostly novices. Here were lots of people having a very nice time… dancing, shooting pool, and just relaxing with a drink. There were areas for sex upstairs, private rooms and public rooms, but they were empty for the first few hours. The only difference between this club and another social club was that every now and then you could catch a woman casually exposing her breasts to a friend, and some of the women would get up onto the small stage next to the dance floor, strip down and dance naked on the pole.

We met several very nice couples, young and attractive, among the tremendously varied ages and body types present. One couple in particular was hanging out with us for a while, and at one point the female half accompanied me to the bar for drinks and proceeded to openly rub her (surgically altered) breasts against me while we ordered. But Lola wasn’t ready to play, so we slipped away from them and went upstairs to see what was going on in the previously vacant play areas.

What we saw stunned us. There was a room at the top of the stairs, previously vacant, with about five sofas. Every seat was taken by a naked couple, usually one of them performing orally on the other. They were mostly older than we were. Other folks in various stages of dress stood around the edge, as we did. Men and women emerged from the adjacent locker room wearing nothing but towels. Down a hallway we could see others, coming out of the unisex bathroom completely nude, slipping into doorways, or walking right by us in the room. Many of them were older as well, many were very overweight, and all of this was just too much for Lola. She insisted that we leave immediately. We did.

In the intervening year we have had several sexual experiences with other couples and have been to a handful of other clubs. We have also replayed the setting of that evening in our minds over and over again. The more Lola thought about it in fantasy, the more excited she got, and we have created an elaborate set of highly erotic fantasies around our next imagined visit to this club.

As with other experiences though, these fantasies began to clash with reality as our intended visit approached.

Lola worries about being unattractive. She’s a stunningly beautiful woman in great shape but entirely too self aware that she’s not a childless 19 years old anymore. The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

And so the battle began between the fantasy she wanted and the reality she feared. And so my job as the guy was to be encouraging, without making it seem like I wanted to go so much that I would be disappointed if we didn’t. This is an incredibly narrow tightrope to walk. “Yeah, I’d like to go, I mean, if you want to, I guess. We could see a movie instead, you know. Whatever.” Fellas, am I the only one trying to walk this line?

I basically accomplished this by just concluding days in advance that we weren’t going. It was nice that she was thinking about it, but we weren’t actually going. Of course I knew that treating it this way made it more likely that we would go, so the whole endeavor becomes self-paradoxical, but such is the world of women.

Fortunately I had an ally in this effort, sometime commentator to this blog Mikey in DC, who sent messages to Lola all day long, doing the pushing for me. What a friend. I could sit back and say “sex club, movie, whatever you’d like my love” while Mike would earnestly cajole her all day via text message: “you’d better not pass up this chance!” This went on all day on Friday, and it wasn’t until very late on Friday evening when it began to look like a possibility.

Tomorrow… Chapter 2: The Preparation

… in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun

The Epic

2006-11-27T09:07:00.000-05:00

… in which we attempt to catalog a single night’s adventure over the course of a month.

Introduction

Today begins what we intend to be a month-long series of posts about a single night’s adventure at an east coast club that we visited while traveling over the Thanksgiving holiday. We haven’t made many posts for the past few months because for various reasons we haven’t had opportunity to have sex with anyone besides each other since sometime in August. We’ve been perfectly happy and content with our just-between-us sex lives, but it hasn’t seemed like something to write about.

It will likely be another month until we have something new to write about, so rather than exhaust all of our storytelling ammunition with one long post, we’re going to break it up into bite-sized vignettes. The other benefits of stretching it out like this include an opportunity to more fully observe the many fascinating aspects of a sex club from the perspective of two relative novices, give our normally slow-to-comment readers (aside from our die-hards Danni, HipSwingster and MikeyInDC) more of a chance to comment or question.

Because our writing has plateaued, our readership has also. We have steady traffic between 35-55 readers a day. That’s pretty good for a stagnant blog with no pictures of naked women, but we’d like to have more. So each day as we make a post we’ll let you know how many readers we had the day before. Please spread the word about our journey by linking to us from your own site. We’ll give credit each day to the top referrer. To get us of to a proper start, we’d like to thank Hot Hard Cock for leading the way yesterday to our total of 48 readers. As the male half of this duo, I would like to not have to write Hot Hard Cock too many more times, so please help us out by referring more readers than that site, which has been stagnant even longer than ours and so shouldn’t be tough to overcome for those of you with active readership of your own.

We won’t be writing about sex today, but later chapters will contain graphic descriptions of public nudity, voyeurism, a lovely young bisexual first-timer, a three-way that was, a four-way that wasn’t, timid beginners, the finger that came from nowhere, sex in a box, group sex, a condom search and two women whose mouths were hungry for each other on a level that was awe-inspiring. It’s going to be a fun month.

Come back tomorrow for Chapter 1… The Uncertainty, in which our fantasies collide with reality.

Girl/Girl Drama

2006-11-10T10:43:00.000-05:00

I mentioned in my last post that one of my goals is some hot girl fucking, with a girl who really wants to be fucked. In talking with Dragon about it, he warned me to be careful with what I say within this post, in that those with whom we've played may think I'm referring to the "she" half of the couple. Well, I'm certainly not going to give details specific to an event, because my notions really don't encompass any one event.

No experience that I've had with another woman has been one of negativity. I must preface all of this by saying at least that. The few women with whom I've had to pleasure to play have been beautiful, fun and sexy to say the least!

I've noticed a trend, IN GENERAL, with women in the "lifestyle." This trend is what I refer to as "posing." A woman who says she is bisexual, but really isn't and is only saying so to please either her man, men in general, or to be just more fashionable. Again, I'm not saying this about anyone we know personally.

I've seen women in the clubs, dancing, flirting, and kissing other women. They may suck on a nipple or two, perform a completely graphic french kiss (you know - the porn quality girl/girl french kiss....all tongues, no lips), but when you get down to the meat of the matter, it's all show, no go.

I know that bisexuality is all the rage right now. In young, hip, sexually free circles, it's cool for one girl to kiss and feel up another girl. But it's all too obvious when it's an act. And to me, that's just downright disappointing.

I had an experience with a girl that was so incredibly fucking fabulous and passionate, that I couldn't imagine having any other kind of experience with a woman. I know now that there should be just as much chemistry involved between women, as there is between men - if not more.

What does one do, however, when engaged in a situation where the other woman isn't "all there?" Do you stop and say, "Alright, look. You're obviously not into this, so let's just move on." Or do you just go through the motions like she is, watching the pleasure it brings your man, and move on quickly back to him to finish him off?

I pose this to my readers, and do so look for feedback.

And as always, I will continue my hunt, and forge on toward the achievement of my goal, for another great girl/girl fuck.

Ciao.

Friends old and new...

2006-11-01T14:43:00.000-05:00

Welcome friends old and new. We are still here - last post was slightly over a month ago, but have no fear. We're still fucking. Lots of hot steamy wet sex. Just not with others because timing has been off, but we're ever so hopeful now that the stars are back in alignment.

Lola's goals:

*More girl fucks (with girls that ACTUALLY want to be fucked by another girl, thank you very much) - more on this in another post.
*A first experience at group sex.
*Getting back out there and dancing my ass off.
*Taking both Hipswingster and his wifie to bed.

Classic Porn Situation, Real World

2006-09-27T14:51:00.000-04:00

My client is a little older, I think early 40s, and in good shape. She's attractive, always chipper and frequently very touchy-feely as we work side by side at her desk. As a matter of course when making a point she will put her hand on mine, or on my shoulder, or my leg. I enjoy the friendly contact.

She's a single mother of teens, a professional who is doing well and obviously very independent. I often wonder what she does for fun, and I suspect that it's a little wild, whatever it is. She's just free enough, loud enough, and southern enough that there's a touch of biker chick in there, possibly left over from younger days.

I've been in to see her on days when she was expecting me and days on which she was not, and the anecdotal evidence suggests that she dresses up for me, frequently with short skirts. I feel free to analyze her legs and the rest of her body, in hindsight I wonder if I'm disciplined enough about my roaming gaze to keep her from realizing that I'm doing it. I suspect that she does notice, maybe she wears sexier clothes because she knows I'm appreciative.

Walking into her office this morning was like walking onto a classic porn setup. Even before I got to her doorway she heard me walking down the hall and called out to me. I turned the corner and we smiled at each other and exchanged hellos. I noticed right away that her blonde hair was wilder today than on most days... splayed all around her shoulders, it was the kind of styling that wouldn't have changed much if it had to endure a quick lunchtime tryst in the Microtel next door. She was wearing a dark pinstriped suitcoat on top of a classic white blouse, unbuttoned enough to be sexy but not enough to arouse attention at the office.

And that's when she stood up and came around the desk. Matching dark pinstripe miniskirt. It was up above the knees enough that later on when she sat facing me it would have taken nothing at all for her to grant me a view. It was enough to arouse attention at the office. As she walked past me I graced her with a soft "you look fine today." "Thank you," she said, in a tone so nonchalant that she either missed the significance of what I was saying or had expected nothing less.

Of course on the porn set we would have had about 30 seconds of awkward conversation before she was on her way to her knees to swallow my rod. You can just see this happening, can't you? Well, it didn't of course, but the setup was just so cliche.

As we sat down to talk business, her colleague joined us at the table, sitting between us. At one point during our discuss my client puts her hand on mine, right in front of this third. I was moving a mouse around and she wanted me to hold for a moment. I didn't think much of it beyond enjoying the moment of her soft, cool skin on mine. But the third was shocked: "Get your hand off of his, that was so inappropriate!" My client quickly retracted and we chuckled about it, she said "I was just getting him to stop the mouse," but the third said "yeah, but then you lingered!" I suggested that we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya to break the tension, but the third just scoffed and shook her head.

It was so funny to me. The accusation only encouraged my interest in the prospect, and I spent the rest of the meeting doing what I usually do when I'm there; wondering if my client would be receptive to a sexual proposal, and just how that would go:

Me: (suggestively) "...You're a very attractive woman, and I get the feeling that under this corporate exterior is a woman who likes to have a lot of fun. Am I right?"
Her: (surprised, nervously) "Wow thank you, and yes, I do have my wild side."
Me: (curious) "Would you like to get together outside of the office sometime and get a little wild?"
Her: (in shock and disappointment) "I've thought about that since the day you showed up, but you're married... "
Me: (wry smile) "Well yes, and my wife will want to have sex with you too, of course."
Her jaw drops.

From there I imagine her to be suddenly filled with the excitement of such a proposal, mind reeling at the breach of societal norm, skin tingling at the sheer erotic possibility, heart glowing. I just sit and drink it in, reveling in being able to make such a suggestion and still be faithful to the woman I love.

In the daydream, I never bother with the logistics that would follow, I have never even bothered with the end fantasy of the three of us together. It's the conversion that excites me, the possibilities of making that kind of proposal, and so from there I replay the scene again from the beginning.

Being Submissive 101

2006-09-03T10:09:00.000-04:00

I told him I wanted to watch some porn. He said, "Too bad. You're not in charge tonight."

I wimpered about it and he said, "Do what I tell you. Get in bed. Then, handing me my bullet, he said, "Get started."

He blindfolded me. He restrained me by cuffing my hands together and then cuffing my feet to my hands. A sexual hog tie. This left my pussy totally exposed to him.

He started playing games with me. Fucking me with an assortment of toys and objects. Sucking my nipples, plunging his cock into my mouth or pussy. I never knew what was coming or when. Sometimes he just left me there for a brief time without my knowing where he was, or what he was doing.

Then he started playing with my ass. Then both my pussy and ass at the same time.

Then, when every fun option was exhausted, he plunged his cock into my ass. Hitting my g-spot forcefully, I started seeing stars. I told him to unhook me. I yanked the blindfold off. I totally got into the experience, and went from being submissive to demanding he fuck me harder.

The next time I'm tied up and blindfolded and played with, I want it to be with a group. I want to be surrounded, having no idea who is playing with what/where. A complete sexual mosh pit. All holes filled at all times.

I'll be good. I promise.

Thank You Sugasm

2006-08-22T13:47:00.000-04:00

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2006-08-22T13:39:00.000-04:00

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I have to admit it's getting better.....

2006-08-21T17:33:00.000-04:00

It's getting better all the time.

And it is. This posting will encompass our entire weekend, rather than two separate posts about two separate experiences. They were each exquisite, and deserve two separate entries, but for the sake of time alone, I will combine them.

Saturday was a splendid day. Sleeping in and staying naked under my satin bathrobe to drink coffee and read from a Don Delillo novel until the late afternoon hours. It is so wonderful to have a lazy morning with the sun glaring down and the ac humming.

While being lazy, I looked out of my floor to ceiling kitchen window to see Dragon looking entirely too sexy and edible in his levi cutoff shorts, work boots, Ugly Mug t-shirt, Pink Floyd hat backwards, ear protectors and shades. Had our nosy neighbors not been visible, I would have taken him right then and there.

After this leisurely first half of the day, I knew I had to prepare myself for the second half. I fought, vehemently, the purchase of a new outfit in preparation for our dinner dates. I knew that I had enough sexy attire, and new clothing was not a necessity. Good thing too, because I chose a red satin top that showed enough cleavage to turn heads.

We were meeting with Stan and Sheila for a swanky dinner in a historic part of town and then heading back to their place for some scotch and fun afterwards (thank you Stan for the wonderful scotch - again!)

We were running late, as usual unfortunately (my fault), and hopped in her new vehicle loaded with gps and a HEMI. Only chicks with balls get wet in talking about their HEMIs. We arrived, parked on the curb, and walked to the beautiful restaurant that Sheila had researched and selected.

Sheila and I excitedly looked over the martini list, ordered our flavors and then pounced on the gorgeous menu. Selections made and ordered, we started our dinner of terrific drinks, food and conversation.

Following dinner, we walked a block to a Karaoke bar where we made fun of the American Idol wannabes, talked up the local football team fans, complete with jerseys, and had a blast. We commented on how we would have so much fun coming back to the place for a full evening.

Sheila was pretty well toasted at this point, hopping into the back seat of her HEMI loaded vehicle next to me and laid back in her seat bragging about the fact that she had been pantyless all evening. My fingers traced her thighs, while she put a foot up on either side of Dragon's head up in the passenger seat. Stan stroked her pussy. What a fun ride home.

Once back at their place we sat on their deck drinking and smoking (she and I smoked), flirting and talking about experiences and took their advice on how to corrupt vanilla friends. Then we took our fun inside.

They took us upstairs to a spare bedroom where Sheila was lighting candles. She stripped down to her birthday suit, and I joined in. We were naked on the bed, and the men took their posts on either side of her while I dived between her thighs. She tasted wonderful - tangy, spicy, sweet....all of my favorite flavors. I inserted my fingers into her moist pussy and licked her clit while the boys kissed her and squeezed her nipples. I brought this beautiful lady to what was my first female orgasm. Yay me!

My memory gets fuzzy at this point, but she licked my pussy, they licked my pussy, they teased my nipples, Stan finger fucked me (such skill, my dear), and fucked me, Sheila and I went down on Dragon together (his favorite fantasy turned reality), and it was a total and complete communal bed sexperience. This is something that we've been wanting more than anything. Unlike the pairing off we had experienced to this point.

Since Stan and Sheila were repeats for us, I was less conflicted about body image issues, and feeling much more relaxed and confident. Thank god! This, by far, ranks at the top of our swap experiences thus far. I know more will follow - hopefully with them and with others!

All three worked very hard to make me cum, but to no avail. My body just refuses to cooperate in this situation. Damn me! That aside, it was a TREMENDOUS evening, and we thank our lovely dates/hosts for this. This is a wonderful couple that we look forward to seeing much more of, both in and outside of the lifestyle.

Sunday we met some VERY dear friends of ours who have only been issued a couple# up to this point. We must name them. I will call them Leopold and Lambourghi. We met them at a movie theater downdown to see Little Miss Sunshine (a terrific film) and then to dinner at a terrific area restaurant. We were having a great time, and headed back to their place to feed my reality show addiction (Big Brother - the only reality show I watch).

Now, I must interject here and say that we have never played with Leopold and Lambourghi. They are great friends, and we love them so dearly. We have forged a close friendship, and with one or more of the 4 of us lacking chemistry, we just never got to a point of playing together. Always fun flirtations, but never full-on play. After some fun of having me try on some souveneir t-shirts they purchased for me, first with bra and then no bra, and then after a game of adult jenga, all bets were off.

We had a ball. These are such good people, and it all just seemed to flow so naturally. It progressed, for me, without forethought or any hesitation. None whatsoever. There was a level of trust and comfort and I was able to strip down and be played with. I enjoyed myself so much.

There was no full swap here, just some fun and play - soft swap only - but it was a terrific experience. Thank you Leopold and Lambourghi!!!! You guys continue to rock and we just cherish and treasure you immensely!!!!!! And Leopold, I hope that I at least introduced myself as a worthy blow job giver.

In the fun of last night, I did discover a new sex toy that I must at some point own for myself. It was a glass c-shaped sex toy. Woo!!! Thank you for that demonstration Leopold!

All in all, we had such a great weekend. And I am happily getting over some of my hangups.

Skinny Dipping

2006-08-15T17:14:00.000-04:00

I thought she was joking when she suggested it. I thought that she'd decline when I picked a spot on the small, rural roadside river we'd been snorkling along. How delightful to be wrong. She quickly took her suit off and tossed it on the rock where I was sitting, taking my own off. I hopped into the water and ducked under to look at her naked body, smooth and hairless, elegantly curving.

The sunlight, disrupted by the wavelets on the surface, danced over her skin. Her breasts floated in front of her, nipples either alert at the stimulus or hard from the chill. Already aroused by watching her gracefullness in the water while snorkling to this spot, I grew hard looking at her, despite the chill of the water.

We explored the hidden spaces in the spot, between the boulders and fallen trees, pointing out a fish here and there. We savored the water washing over all of us, our bodies free from restriction and gravity.

I noted her walking on tiptoe along a sandbar and moved up behind her. I surfaced and stood, and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled and we kissed and the firm warmth of her body against mine contrasted with the formless cool of the water around us.

We kissed deeply, and when she lost her tenuous tiptoe hold on the sand beneath she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around my back. I held her now weightless body and positioned myself to enter her. How easily I slipped in, and as we kissed and wriggled I could feel both the slick wetness from her and the cold friction of the water following me in. I bounced her off of my hips over and over just for the fun of it, never really building up the sensations. I pried her arms from my shoulders and spun her 180 degrees on my cock, so that she was facing down, only her snorkel above the water, and using her hips as handles I continued to thrust.

I had been aware of the sounds of a family splashing just around the bend, but I could hear them no longer.

I pulled out of her and set her down, and with a kick coasted to a boulder with a plateau rising out of the water. I sat there, reclining back, my stiff rod undaunted by the breeze that raised goosebumps across my arms. She dropped her mask in the water and I chided her to forget about it, to come continue the fantasy.

She rested her elbows on my thighs and engulfed him, her head bobbing up and down with her hair slicked back, an excellent view I am not usually afforded. A small crash in the woods nearby caused her to stop and look around, but by then we didn't care if we were watched. A second later and she was again taking him to the very back of her throat.

She looked up at me and confirmed we were both thinking the same thing. I slipped back into the water and stroked him as she kissed my ears and pinched my nipples. As I come close to the climax she pulls away from me and watches him with a smile in anticipation. I look at her and it is her beauty and vulnerability, her unabashed nakedness to me and the world, that sends me over the edge as he silently sends four oddly shaped shots into the water. Each in succession, brilliant white and seeming to disintegrate at the edges. We look for a moment, then smile and chuckle and kiss more.

I dive to find her mask. I toss her suit to her and put my own back on. I look down to see the white strands resting on the sand, a few feet below the surface.

We fix our masks again and head back upstream.

She speaks....

2006-08-10T20:17:00.000-04:00

Sorry folks for not speaking up until now. I tend to stay pretty busy, and setting time aside to make a post tends to take a back seat from time to time. Especially where kids are concerned.

I want to give a brief post about our enjoyable evening with Josh and Julianne, but it won't be as in depth or detailed as I would prefer. So have patience, and know that more will follow.

Josh and Julianne were everything we expected them to be and more. We knew we would enjoy their company, and knew, somewhat, from pictures we had seen that they were both gorgeous. And they were! Julianne had that long gorgeous red hair that I covet, and Josh was too cute, handsome, and adorable for words.

The only part of the evening that I want to delve into at this point is the awkwardness that seeps into an evening with a playful couple when both couples can be a bit shy. Now, I want to preface this by saying that Dragon can be ANYTHING but shy, but he is always a gentleman, and will consistently defer to the ladies in these lifestyle scenarios. The unwritten rule is that the lady takes the lead.

When I'm alone, sitting here with a glass of wine, I can feel my assertive side take a grip from deep within, and I can "grow a set" for lack of a better phrase. But when a situation is realized, I am suddenly, like a turtle, thrust back into my shell wanting desperately for someone else to take over - male or female. I'm not quite sure how to break out of that shell without seeming like a terrible geek.

I SO wanted to be much more aggressive with both Josh and Julianne. For the evening's purposes, dining and drinking, I would have probably been more aggressive with Josh, had I gotten the nerve. Some touches. Some flirtatious remarks. That was inside of me, but the "ballsy" Lola chose, instead, to be shy. If I could, I would kick my own ass for that.

This shyness progressed throughout the evening. The quandry, we found, is when all four participants suffer from the same disorder. The evening progressed slowly, but we all were having fun in the meantime.

Once in the hotel room, I remained shy (not quite the right balance of liquor to soften my inhibitions, I think), and when we all got on the bed together, my shyness turned into a horrible complex about my body.

I've talked about my body within the screens of this blog a time or two. Childbirth and nursing have taken their toll on what are strong abs underneath scarring, and perky breasts lowered to a sag when positioned incorrectly. The entire night I was completely overtaken by my feelings of inadequateness in this area. Dragon continually stresses to me that this is foolishness on my part, and that there is nothing more sexy than a confident woman.

That's all well and good when I'm feeling sexy and confident, but when fingers roam my breasts, my stomach, my pussy for the first time, I'm left with that clenching fear of those touching those soft parts being put off. How do I overcome this mental battle within myself?

That aside, for moments I was able to be given over to the pleasure of her mouth, his mouth - three mouths licking my wet pussy. Three mouths sucking on my breasts. There's nothing more pleasurable, and in that I was able to receive and enjoy. I am grateful for that.

Julianne was exquisite, in form and in technique. She was determined to make me - last of the foursome - to reach orgasm. Thank you for that, dear lady. You are gifted.

Josh was beautiful as well, in form and technique. He gave my pussy such pleasure, and his cock was....well....an oral fantasy. I was able to make him come, and I was able to swallow the release that welled up inside of him - a first in our playtimes. It was delightful.

My take on the whole experience was that I need to find my "groove," that is the balance between aggressiveness, flirtatiousness, and sexuality. I need to find the sweet spot. It is something that I HIGHLY look forward to.

I have also recognized the benefit of playing with partners multiple times. Take my girl crush for example (she still is and I MISS her!!!!). The first time I experienced her, I was my same shy self, worrying about my body (even though I told her in advance of my shortcomings and fears). And she told me to stop worrying about it. I did, and had a wonderful time, The second time we played, however, my body image issues were not there. I didn't give it a second thought, because I knew that she knew my body already, so I had nothing to fear.

This, I think, will be key for me. I will be able to relax SO much more when engaging with people we've already known and played with. So come on! I'm ready for seconds!!!! :-)

Thank you Josh and Julianne. You were wonderful. You were sexy. I do so welcome more.

Friday Night Fun

2006-08-07T21:13:00.000-04:00

We had a fantastic time on Friday night with a fantastic couple who we had been looking forward to getting together with for several weeks. I'll let Lola tell you the details, I know that she plans to make a post about it, but while you're waiting I at least wanted to let you know that something great is coming. We're going to call them Josh and Julianne, for reasons known only to me!

Both are wonderfully engaging people with great tastes, excellent senses of humor and what seems like a very nice relationship. Julianne is just beautiful with a body to be truly envied. We put the emphasis on girl/girl time up front, and it was something extraordinary to watch Lola kiss Julianne so sensually, to see them gently fondle and suck on each other's breasts. Lola truly truly enjoys that time, and it's as exciting for me as it was the first time. I still have that teenage boy inside of me saying "OH...MY...GOD!" every time Lola's lips close around another woman's nipples. And what a rush to watch Lola licking a smooth, pretty pussy and then look up at me with a smile and say "your turn." Julianne's fruit was oh so lucious.

I was quite pleased to have brought Julianne up and over the crest of the happy mountain with my tongue and fingers while her hands and mouth were occupied with Josh and Lola, and afterwards she let me lay back and enjoy the oral pleasure that only a truly skilled woman can provide. For the first time since we've started playing I was able to cum with another woman. Fantastic.

The rest of the evening was really Lola's experience, so I'll let her provide the details.

I think that we're not as green as we were at the beginning of the year, we're becoming much more comfortable and understanding better how to get what we want out of our dates. Hopefully that adds up to a better experience for everybody. We're really hoping to have repeat experiences with the people we've already had one experience with to see how it changes on the second time around. That certainly goes for Josh & Julianne.

In a subsequent post I'll explore questions about the etiquette of sharing a hotel room with a couple one has just met. Look for Lola's post soon.

Summertime Malaise

2006-08-02T22:08:00.000-04:00

Oh so many ambitions we had. Got off to a roaring start of new people, took our mid-summer break for kid time. We needed the breather. And then we anticipated a second strong run.
But it hasn't materialized. For one reason and another, we've been either unavailable or simply satisfied with staying home together on any given entry. Summer draws to a close in a few weeks, and our time becomes limited again.

But on the bright side, diminishing opportunity has a way of motivating us to go out and find new adventures. Lola gets a sexy new toy for her birthday tomorrow. And I know that she is desperately wanting girl/girl time. Look for your invitation in the mail.

So fear not. Though we've been in a summer slow summer daze, we'll have more for you soon.

The Perfect Evening

2006-07-23T18:36:00.000-04:00

She: Ordered & brought home good chinese food.
He: Set out candles, wine, chopsticks and music.
They: Had a lovely conversation on the sofa about Dane Cook's "my first blowjob" comedy routine.
She: Gave him a blowjob on the sofa.
He: Thanked her profusely. Wondered how he got so lucky.

They: Watched The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada (review)

She: Wanted to watch internet porn (Arianna's First DP)
He: Was happy to oblige her. Wondered how he got so lucky.
She: Lay next to him and stroked and sucked his cock while fantasizing that she was the girl in the movie

He: Pumped her to an earth-shattering orgasm with his cock, hands and thick rubber dildo when the movie was over.
She: Caught her breath as he lubricated his cock.
He: Slid his cock into her ass and pumped hard as she told him how glorious it felt the first time he fucked her in the ass .
He: Came for the second time since dinner.
He: Wondered how he got so lucky.

Ice water. Sleep.

What a marriage.

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2006-07-23T17:45:00.000-04:00

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2006-07-23T08:55:00.000-04:00

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Sugasm Posting

2006-07-21T12:28:00.000-04:00

We'd like to thank Sugasm.com for posting a link to our blog this week, welcome to all of our new visitors!

We've been traveling with kids since the last post, and were anticipating some new advetures this weekend. Unfortunately it appears that our playtime has been put on hold by forces beyond our control for at least a few days. We'll try to add some updates anyway, outside of the personal adventure theme that is the mainstay of our posts.

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UFC - Ultimate F(*)#&@&$ Club

2006-07-11T11:23:00.000-04:00

There's a new title for "lifestylers." No, we're not swingers. We're "Ultimate Fucking Couples." Hmmm.....

An aside - for those of you just checking in after weeks of our lull, please scroll on down the merry path of sexual promiscuity below and get yourself up to date. I insist. Otherwise you'll be completely lost. Go on. NOW! I mean it. Geez.

Okay, are you back? Good. We'll carry on then.

As Dragon stated, we went to this couple's home for a fun evening of UFC with a few other couples. It was a blast. Everyone was friendly, funny and cute. Yes, we were a bit disappointed when 2 of the other couples left, but it was okay. We had been patiently waiting on this host couple for many months, as they had also been patient with us, so to have each other to ourselves was a nice reward.

Stan (Wish I knew why Dragon named him Stan, but I'll stay with it for continuity's sake), as luck would have it, appreciates good scotch as do I. Me LIKEE scotch. He had some terrific stuff, and after a red bull and vodka, followed by a glass of this smooth liquid, I was pretty much toasted. But functional.

Everyone left, the fight was over, and after the brief Jenga set up and tear down, some focus was on me. I won't ever fight that off. A gorgeous woman between my thighs, men on my mouth and breasts. HELLO. I can live with that ANY day. It was superb.

Stan and I sprawled out on the couch eventually and he began to do some really terrific things with my body. My mind immediately went back to that "happy" place, so I can't relay the chronology accurately, but I will relay the "work" he was doing. He was using his hands on me quite effectively (thank you, Stan). I truly do enjoy a good finger fuck. Finger fucking, when done well, is better than any sex toy in my humble opinion.

So, he's basically fucking me with his hands, smacking my pussy, talking dirty to me, and just being very assertive and aggressive which I LOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEE. Nothing gets me going more than that. Dragon knows this and works it quite well with me when we're on our own, but I found in this second of our playtimes, a lot of fun with another man. It took some of the pressure off in a way, if that makes sense. He pulled my hair, told me what he wanted, told me that he could tell what I wanted. It was very erotic. At one point, Dragon had reached over and used his hand on my ass while Stan used his on my pussy. All I remember was seeing stars at that point.

We reached the point where it was his turn - I wanted him to fuck me and he knew it - he got up to ready himself with protection. Sheila was on the floor with Dragon between her legs and I went down to kiss her and suckle on her for a few moments until Stan returned.

He did, and we began the great horizontal dance that is fucking. We fucked missionary, we fucked with me on all fours, while sucking on both Dragon and licking Sheila's pussy - one, then another. Flipping me back over, he fucked me some more until he was spent and came.

I didn't come - again - but as stated below, with this being relatively new for me, and with my body not being terribly cooperative in that regard on most days - it wasn't unexpected and in no way was as a result of anything Stan did or didn't do. I came close SEVERAL times - both when Sheila was licking my pussy, and when Stan was working me with his hand. Right on that edge, but couldn't quite reach the summit. Maybe next time. ;-)

After more demands from Stan about me showing up next time in a trench coat and bow tie, and urging reservations to be made at Hedo, we left. I fell asleep in the car.

After arriving home, however, brushing teeth and getting into bed naked, Dragon pounced on me and said he wanted to fuck me. Well gee....okay!

Fuck me he did. Oh boy. Fucked me with his cock, fucked me with our huge rubber cock "Milty," and after flipping me on all fours, proceeded to grease himself up to slide into my ass while Milty was in my pussy. After TOTALLY working me over, he flipped me onto my back, drove his cock back into my ass, and completely pounded me until he exploded. It was intense.

All in all, I'd say I had a pretty damn good day of sex. Makes me smile just to think about it. Makes me freaking wet to think about it too!

Damn. I need a cold shower. See you cats later.

UPDATE: Well, I posted the above and completely neglected the part about Dragon being with another woman again, and my impressions through our 2nd event. It was a bit different this time - not as painful as the first time - but not because I had suddenly grown immune, and not because of that lovely exlixir that is scotch. It was because I didn't have a bird's eye view of it all. I was quite busy myself with that soft-haired gent, Stan while Sheila and Dragon were on the floor not quite in my line of vision. I have mixed emotions about that in and of itself - again with wanting a more "group" or "communal" environment. I think at certain points, a pairing off is just a natural transition, and it probably takes a bit more work and configuration to make it a group effort. That aside, I heard her, I heard him, and shut my mind down. But it did become quite emotionally painful in discussing it later with Dragon. He was talking to me about how verbally instructive Sheila was (something he enjoyed because it helped her reach climax easily), and was essentially giving me a brief play-by-play. Ouch. The self-analyzation continues....

Lola Speaks

2006-07-10T22:59:00.000-04:00

It should not have taken me this long to post on our virginal experience, but alas, I fall victim to domesticity. How un-sexy.

And now that I've taken this long, I find myself with a backlog of TWO, count 'em, two experiences on which to analyze. I think it best to split them into two segments, so I will start from the beginning at experience #1.

I won't repeat what Dragon already delivered, and will quite simply try to give more delicious detail. Dragon says he isn't here to write porn, but I find it rather fun and freeing to write explicitly. I will do my best (this one's for you Mr. Hipswingster).

Jumping right to the moment we went into the room (because Dragon did an excellent job with the other details) – I thought the room was a good pick with the two beds in an L configuration. Turns out I was wrong. It was awkward for the boys – they both were between the beds at one point or another, and it was not comfortable, and therefore we basically ended up with one couple per bed. As Dragon mentioned, we were looking for a more "communal" sexual experience, and while there were moments, it was more of a pairing off. It wasn’t too big of a deal though. Just something to make a mental note of for the future.

When we got into the room, Wendy started out very respectfully, making sure we were okay with everything. That meant a great deal to me. They knew they were our firsts, and so they were very patient with us.

Kyle stepped out of the room momentarily to get their "bag of tricks," and returned to Wendy and Dragon partially naked. I had on nothing but a tight fitting dress – no bra or panties on underneath – so my clothing removal was a pretty easy event. I think someone started coaxing me to remove it, or someone just took it off – I can't remember exactly when or how I got naked, but I did. No, I wasn't drunk. It's just a bit of a blur in terms of a lot of detail. Most big events are that way.

As a matter of fact, recalling the sequence of events, I'm finding right now …..in this moment of writing…..very blurry. I know that Kyle stripped down just to his boxers (I think he had on boxers) at first. He then knelt down between my legs and began to gloriously lick my pussy. He feasted on me for quite some time. Dragon and Wendy were busy getting acquainted with one another, but before I knew it Dragon was on one side of me and Wendy was on the other.

Dragon wanted me to suck his cock, which I very eagerly did, and eventually it turned into one of his greatest fantasies – one woman sucking on his cock while another licked his jewels. I know that she ended up sucking on him while I licked, and eventually I had to stop because Kyle was doing such a phenomenal job on my pussy, I couldn’t concentrate on Dragon any longer.

It was somewhere around this point that Kyle and I moved to the other bed. I remember being very enthusiastic about him and his cock, but he insisted on removing his piercing before letting me feast. Yes…..his piercing. Now, he doesn't know this, but I wish he had left it in. But not knowing really how these things work, maybe it's uncomfortable for him.

There I was sucking on his cock and seeing out of the corner of my eye Dragon fuck Wendy. My heart fell into my stomach instantly and even now as I write this entry. More on that in a moment.

While I took a break from Kyle's gorgeous cock, he said that he really enjoys the 69 position. I turned around, presented my pussy to his face, and went back to my previous ravenous state. We enjoyed this for a few moments (with me trying to pay no attention to other activities in the room), and I then turned back around to see his face gleaming wet with my juices. I giggled and wiped his face with my hand. He asked what I was laughing at. Well, duh....you were wearing me on your face. ;-)

Then one of us said to the other that we wanted to fuck. If memory serves, I asked him what he wanted, and he said he wanted to fuck me (THAT is a major turn on for me, btw). He got up from the bed, went to retrieve a condom, and I looked over to see Dragon fucking Wendy from behind.

Dragon motioned for me to come over there while Kyle prepared himself, but I shook my head. I absolutely could not move, and I couldn't go over there. I was experiencing complete emotional conflict. With great relief, Kyle returned to the bed.

All I will say here is that Kyle was a great fuck. He worked SO hard to make me come, but it just wasn't going to happen. I'm difficult in that regard anyway (unfortunately), and in these circumstances I think it would take some major electronics to get me off, if you get my drift. Dragon joined me at some point, and I was completely non-verbal with each of them. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the physical sensations – the sexual enjoyment I was experiencing. I wasn't trying to reach orgasm, I was just shutting my mind down and letting my body take over. I know that the guys were wondering what to do at that point (sorry boys), but suffice it to say that I was in my happy place.

Briefly, to elaborate on what Dragon explained about this being my first sexual experience with someone with whom I didn't have a relationship - My sexual experience, in terms of partners with whom I've had intercourse, is SO very limited. I can count on one hand. Less than one hand. And with each of them I had a deeply intense love relationship. So I was caught off guard once I realized I had fucked someone I barely knew. I mean, I cared about him on a purely human level - I'm a caring person - but I didn't know him or have any feelings for him other than those of the carnal nature. So, for me, this was a stretch, and it made an impact on me in realizing that I put so much of myself into sex emotionally. This, in part, was why my mind left my body in those moments.

Now, I will attempt to briefly dive into my emotional state at that moment in time, and still now, regarding seeing Dragon fuck, lick and suck another woman. A while back I had a very VIVID dream about Dragon and I being at a house party. Some blonde bombshell took his hand and asked him to come with her. He looked at me and I said it was fine. They got up and left. Left me sitting there. I was in a room full of people, all not seeing me. I was invisible. No one at this party noticed or spoke to me. I got up to go look for Dragon and found him, along with other voyeurs, fucking this woman on the floor from behind. He was fingering her pussy, and unbuttoning his jeans and then entering her. In my dream, I remember being crushed. But also aroused. And in remembering the dream the next day, I was brought to tears. I had a hard time looking at Dragon that next morning, but at the same time, in remembering it and giving him an account of it, I was still aroused.

This is just about precisely what I felt when I did see him with another woman. Crushed, but aroused. It was a brutal pain, and still is. I find myself feeling very curious about this human response, and wanting very much to pursue it and its source. I hear it's normal. I hear that it’s all a part of the process. WHAT is it in the human psyche that does this? And WHY is it more prevalent in women than in men? Dragon can see me with another man and be totally fascinated and aroused by seeing me react in a sexual situation – there's practically no regard for WHO is giving me that experience – he's focused just on me. Why, then, is it that I am completely fixated on the fact that he is engaging in a sexual experience with another woman instead of fixating on seeing him get off? Well – more precisely, it's the seeing him get off that I think brings me that bit of arousal. But here I am trying to analyze myself right here on this screen. With that, I will end this post.

Another adventure

2006-07-10T15:11:00.000-04:00

Lola is really falling behind the curve here. She hasn't even commented on our first full-swap experience yet, and already we've gone beyond that to our second. I'm hoping that she will chip in her thoughts soon, but while you're waiting for those I'll offer mine.

We were invited to a Saturday night house party by a couple (I'll call them Stan and Sheila) we have been trying to schedule time with for about two months now. I didn't think Lola would want to go, but she did and so Saturday evening we showed up to the house as one of a total of four couples there. We got acquainted with everyone over the course of about three hours of drinks, apps and various things on TV that was on more as a conversation base than anything else, I think. Our guy host was very flirtatious with the ladies, and with Lola in particular. She seemed to be enjoying every bit of the attention. As it got very late, the other two guest couples suddenly decided that they needed to leave. We were disappointed by this as we are really looking forward to our first group scene, but still that left us with our long-awaited sexy hosts.

As Sheila was saying goodbyes at the door, Stan started to set up an adult version of Jenga on the coffee table. We've seen this before, it's a good icebreaker. Unfortunately we didn't have the time or patience to play icebreaker games, so I just said "Ummm, Jenga. That's cool. But is it okay if we just jump right to the fucking?"

Lola didn't bat an eyelash. Stan looked up at me in semi-disbelief and said "absolutely!" (or words to that effect). He made his way over to the sofa next to Lola and got cozy. Sheila came in, made her way around to me and then said "You're cute, but I want my girl time first." She went straight to a heavy liplock with Lola.

More to come...

No longer virgins

2006-06-30T11:10:00.000-04:00

After much anticipation last week, and nearly a year in pursuit, on Saturday we finally were able to coerce an unsuspecting couple to join us for sex.

We know that several people have been awaiting all of the sexy details to be posted here (including the couple in question), and this has raised interesting issues in my mind about discretion and dislosure. When we started this blog we thought we would be anonymous to our readers and able to talk very freely about everything we were experiencing. To promote readership we told people we were corresponding with about the blog, and some of those people have become our friends, and so now we're in a weird position because though most of our readers don't know us, several do and we're quite concious of them. Several even know each other, compounding the issue.

The emotional complexities arising out of that experience, combined with this issue of privacy, have made it difficult to sit down to begin this post, but it must be done.

So to those of you who know us... look the other way and pretend not to be paying attention, so I can be completely candid.

We met the aforementioned couple (who require names for this purpose... I'll go with Wendy and Kyle) in the afternoon at the motel where we were all staying, a motel with lots of folks bound for the nearby swingers club we had reservations for that night. We sat outside, enjoyed a light drink and some get-to-know you conversation. We got along well right away, the conversation was free of most of the awkwardness that there is always the potential for. After a while they went out to get a bite and we went to rest and prepare for the evening at this club, which was new for all of us.

We arrived at the club together pretty early in the evening and sat through the longest in-processing I've had since I joined the military. We were fortunate to have also made contact with a few other couples who were going to be at the club that night and we met them, got a tour and settled in with drinks.

A word about the club before moving on... the facilities are spectacular. Very nicely done, from the lighting to the bar, the dance floor to the enormous hot tub. The people hosting and other regulars were very friendly and helpful. It is without a doubt the nicest club we've yet been to, in regard to the facilities themselves. We were glad that we knew some attractive folks there in advance though, because a lot of the crowd was much older than we are and we would have felt pretty isolated otherwise. And while we don't mind some single guys being around, there were a few who were much older. During dinner, one came in with a walker. That would be a great exageration, and I'm known to use them sometimes. Unfortuately this was the truth. Having them gawking did not improve the atmosphere.

We spent the next few hours chatting with people, dancing a little, having a few more drinks. The majority of that time was with the couple that we came with, and while we had been very comfortable with them before, I sensed a lot of awkwardness while there. As guys of course, Kyle and I could do little except compliment the ladies and otherwise try to make conversation. And Lola, shy thing that she is, doesn't really know how to either make advances or respond to them. Kyle was doing very well with suggestively but gently touching her and making comments that let me know he was really eager to get with her. I wasn't getting a very receptive vibe from Wendy and so I wasn't forward with her at all. At one point I asked Kyle if everything was okay, he assured me that all was good.

And so it is that I'm not entirely sure how we wound up in the private room together. I don't know who made the suggestion that we go "see what is going on in the rooms" but we did, and just wound up in one of them with the door closed behind us.

I'm sure that many of our readers would like a minute-by-minute account of everything that went on inside, but I'm not here to write porn so instead I'll talk a little about our after-reflections and lessons learned. You can glean most of the sweaty details from that.

Lola didn't talk much about that night until the next evening. She had a lot to process inside. There was a basic level of "did I just do that?" along with a bit of jealousy at some of what I did together with Wendy. While she enjoyed her time with Kyle physically, she wasn't as excited by it as we had hoped. This might all come as somewhat of a surprise to Wendy & Kyle because Lola was very positive about the experience in talking with them afterwards, and as I watched it seemed she was very passionate with him. Towards the end, as Kyle & I were trying to get Lola satistfied, the three of us found ourselves focused completely on Lola, trying to read her mind.

Lola may expound upon this in the blog later, but she has since said that she thinks the key to all of her concerns is learning at some level to separate sex from love. This is the first guy she's ever been with who she didn't have a relationship with, and while he made her feel good and was very attractive, it was a new experience emotionally and that takes some time to get used to.

I think that between myself and Wendy, I wasn't doing a very good job of reading her and I probably wasn't very readable myself, which made for some awkwardness. Nonetheless she had a great body that I was very excited to get intimate with and she gave me the fantasies I had been looking forward to for so long.

With that first-timer's awkwardness aside, Kyle & Wendy were a great first couple for us. They were patient and respectful, communicative and mentoring. They paid us many compliments. They even took us out for breakfast the next morning.

Lessons learned:

Having one woman's mouth sucking on me while another licks my jewels is every bit as sensorally erotic as one would imagine.
For each of us, playing with another couple should be a group activity as much as possible instead of just switching pairs in the same room. We're best at one on one when it's just the two of us.
Girl/girl time is extremely important to Lola.
We're not sure how Lola will feel in the long run about me being with other women, and if it doesn't become more comfortable then it will need to stop.
I wasn't overly excited by seeing Lola with another guy, but I didn't feel jealousy. I actually find it to be more exciting in retrospect than I did at the moment. What really excites me about Lola is her being really turned on, and only when I know that's happening can I get excited for her.

Role Reversal

2006-06-24T09:18:00.000-04:00

We've finally discovered the secret to a happy (no-sex) ending to our night at a club. Want to know what it is? I get drunk, she doesn't. You see, usually she's drinking and I'm being careful so that I can drive. I think it started because having a little bit to drink helped her to explore the desire for women that she felt. Maybe also the caretaking part of me. But the end result was that she wasn't aware that the end of the night was coming with no new sexual partners in store. And she didn't care.

Tonight was a reversal. First, I did not expect new sexual partners tonight. I do expect them tomorrrow night, so expect a whole different tone on Sunday if that doesn't happen. Second, tonight I got drunk and about halfway through the third drink I told her that it was her responsibility to drive tonight. The Rum & Cokes were just too damn yummy.

Also yummy were the several women I met and adored. One, who looked like Mary McDonnell. A soft-swap couple we had just traded emails with over the past few days. A lovely bartending beauty who flashed us her suculent nipple. A lucious blonde babe with a South Carolinian husband who was just as innocently friendly and horny as a guy could be. A dark-skinned lovely who wore a dress that she couldn't possibly have expected to cover her nipples consistently. I would have asked to suckle on them if she hadn't been with a couple of guys when I said goodnight to her.

All in all, it was just the best damn time I've had at a club like that, because I was flirtatious and funny with the several women, who all seemed to appreciate the attention. And if Lola had fun then I'm happy for her, we haven't spoken about it yet. I didn't notice time passing, and didn't mind all that mch that we walked out of the club all by ourselves.

Decisions, decisions

2006-06-22T10:38:00.000-04:00

I think we have our weekend just about figured out. Thank you to our good blogger friends who wrote to us with advice. We're going to stay away from the house party and venture up to Pennsylvania to an on-premise club on Saturday. They have a pool party during the day that we think we'd enjoy, and there are a few couples we've been corresponding with who will be there also.

Friday night is still a question. Lola's thought is to go up to our more regular club for the free admission, familiar faces and giveaways. I'm more inclined to seek out another onpremise club that we haven't been to before. Knowing that we'll have a promising day ahead on Saturday I think I could comfortably let the evening roll by on Friday without any encounters. We also have an invitation to meet a couple who lives nearby us on Friday evening for a drink and I'd like to try to incorporate that into it.

Lots to discuss before the day is out, and no idea who will look after the dogs while we're gone.

We don't know much about what we'll be doing after the July 4th, but hopefully we'll have broken ground with enough people by then to be able to find something fun to do on nights when we so desire. We're hoping to meet the infamous Danni and her man at the July Virginia Friends party. I must say that I'm personally a little intimidated by all of her squirting stories but what's this adventure about if not breaking new ground?

Unsure about the weekend

2006-06-21T10:12:00.000-04:00

In yesterday's post I expressed our interest in an onsite club's advertising a Gang Bang party on Friday "for women who can't get enough." I wrote to the club's proprietor and he said that the only difference between this night and others is that they will allow in many more single guys that night. I'm somewhat disappointed, I was hoping for something more orchestrated. I think we're just not experienced enough to walk into that environment and know what to do.

Feedback on the house party we've been invited to isn't very good... only one couple provided a "maybe" about going.

I'm looking forward to discussing the weekend possibilities with Lola later.

Summer is Shaping Up

2006-06-20T13:38:00.000-04:00

Be honest, you'd rather hear from her than from me.

Yesterday's birthday was not what I had hoped it would be. We tried to set up plans with some folks who have expressed enthusiasm for getting together with us, but now that we're available, they're not. We also stumbled into unpleasant emotional territory with Lola's sensitivity about my disappointment in how long it has taken to find success in our adventures. She takes it very personally and is afraid that additional disappointments will be damaging to our relationship. We struggled to understand each other but worked through it all after a while, when it became clear that she was saying "I want more than anything to get you laid by other sexy women" and not "maybe we should just quit because you're being a jerk," which is what the subtext sounded like at first.

Now that we're past that emotional hurdle, the summer calendar is starting to come together. We spent a long time comparing notes about what we wanted and what was possible. We've created a special calendar just for playtime, woven in among the different trips and kid schedules. We have a basic strategy: Meet new people over drinks on weeknights, go to new places on weekends where there are large groups of people who might want to have sex with us.

Yesterday I took the time to send "Hello" emails to a long list of sexy couples we have noticed on the lifestyle site, a few days before we rekindled email contact with a list of folks we had put on hold while we got through the end of the school year. We've had a really good response and I expect that we'll meet some neat people in the next couple of weeks.

We've been invited to a house party this weekend, but we're a little leery of it. We don't know the host, a single guy who swears he works as a team with another single girl (but she hasn't contacted us yet). He gave us a list of potential attendees and I wrote to them all. If enough are definites then we think that would be a scene we'd enjoy. Otherwise it will be an on-premise club for us.

That other possibility this weekend is a swinger club that's quite a drive for us but which might have some unique offerings. They host pool parties during the day, which would allow us some time to relax and get to know more people before the evening begins, and might also provide for some playtime in and of itself. Lola looked this up and then saw how this same club is hosting a "Gang Bang Party" on Friday nights. I asked her during sex last night if she'd like to go to that, in that sexy "say it for me just to be dirty" kind of way. Imagine my surprise when she asked about it again this morning over coffee. She has long enjoyed the fantasy of being the submissive party fuck-toy for a crowd of people of either gender, but it's quite a thing to imagine that she could actually do it in just a few days. We wrote to the club's proprietors to find out exactly how that would work. We'll talk about it more and consider it. At this stage I'm hoping we'll do it, take the plunge into this very intense aspect of swinging. Besides being able to watch her bask in the pleasure of being surrounded by hard cocks angling to plunge into her from every direction, I expect that there will be other women there, and I might finally get some time with one or more of them.

We have plans for later in the summer as well, but this post has gone on long enough. I'll write about those after you've had time to digest this one.

Time to Play

2006-06-19T05:53:00.000-04:00

Good god. A whole freaking month just went by without a post. Without play! WHAT is happening to the world? The earth must be spinning off its axis. The axis of evil - that's what it is.

Short entry today because there's really nothing to report, but this is more of a STAY TUNED!!!!!

Why? Because there WILL be something to report, dear readers. This week kicks off what will hopefully be so many blog entries that your head will spin off of its axis.

Free time. Sex, sex and more sex. Fantasies come true. Wish lists delivered. Big piles of steaming hot playdates.

See you soon.....

Motherhood vs. Swinging

2006-05-17T18:05:00.000-04:00

Not to deromanticize the main theme of our posts - that being sex with each other and others - but in light of Mother's Day this past Sunday, and in light of my life in recent days, I felt overwhelmingly compelled to make this post.

I am a mother. A hip, sexy, young, fun, sensual, bi-sexual mother. Now, my children have no knowledge of the sexy, sensual, bi-sexual sides of me. They do know of the hip, young and fun sides of me. To quote my oldest when she walked in and found me with pink streaks in my hair - "you finally did it!!!" They love the music I blare from my iPod. They love the crazy t-shirts. They love my bumper stickers. They love that I'm different, and they love (so far) that their friends love me. They're too young to know what a MILF is, but I'm assuming they won't love that so much if I still qualify as such when they gain knowledge of the word. With one starting middle school next year, knowledge of the word may become more apparent.

The sexual side of me didn't come out until after I had birthed my children. I lived a sheltered life, shackled by a first marriage to someone who kept me in a cage. A caged bird never sings. My first sexual experience was in college, and after having sex with him a total of 5 times, with him going down on me a grand total of once, after I had several shots, I remained celibate until I met my first husband. We did have sex before marriage, and until we were married it was the best sex I had. Why? It was lusty. After marriage, though, things fell into a routine, and the lustiness had long faded and turned into my not wanting him to touch me.

I released myself from the cage. In more ways than just releasing myself from a bad marriage. I still wasn't sexually active, but after discovering to my delight that with words from a sexually charged man, I had a tingling in those long ago neglected places, I felt more normal. Then I met this sexually charged man in person. POW. We had liftoff.

I had my first orgasm after developing a long distance relationship with this man. Not with our first encounter, or even our second. And after marrying him, and with each time of intimacy, romance, sex, fucking, we discover new ways to please one another.

He and I, together, parenting each other's children, and walking down this road of sexual discovery, have reveled in the joys of it. And we've dealt with the frustrations of it. And we've dealt with the chaos leaving a dark cloud over this discovery with one another.

Obviously, my children take priority in my life. All of my daily extra curricular activities are involving my children. It's my personal extra curricular activities that take a back seat, and sometimes I find myself grumbling at those challenges.

We meet couples we'd love to engage with sexually, but we have to hold them off until a "kid-free weekend." See past blog posts about our crazy weekends juggling multiple introductions to folks. My fear is that these couples will lose interest. That we won't be available enough. And that Dragon and I will be left to more frustrating kid-free weekends, when what we're wanting is to make the most of those weekends with 48 hours of non-stop sex, if that's physically possible, of course.

A lot of couples we meet in the lifestyle have kids between them, they have sitters who stay all night, and so they're able to go out if not every weekend, then every couple of weeks. But with Dragon and I juggling visitation schedules (not every weekend matching up), and not having someone to stay overnight, no questions asked, we choose to reserve our lifestyle fun for those rare kid-free times.

There is light - summer. Unfortunately, there aren't many weekends this summer that are TOTALLY kid-free. LOTS AND LOTS of Friday nights, but not many Saturdays. LOTS AND LOTS of weeknights, but not many people who would want to meet on weeknights.

We can handle it. We've handled it like this for about a year now. It's crazy, and it's been the accomplice in our slow/stalled start swinging, but we get through it with our heads held high because we've kept our kids the priority - damn the libido. And that libido's voice is FUCKING LOUD!

My post here was primarily to whine. Vent. Clear the air. But more than that, I would LOVE to hear input from other parents like ourselves. If there are any of you out there!!!!

Lifting my glass to those of you with kids. To those of you who can't fuck whenever you want to. To those of you who have mind blowing pornographic sex after kids are fast asleep in beds every night.

Manbearpig Kisses Are Yummy!

2006-05-15T13:19:00.000-04:00

Dragon and I have talked on here about some great friends that we have made in the lifestyle. Clever sexy Jenga partners, kickass rummy players, pretend-they-aren't-but-really-they-are wine buffs (Malbec, Malbec, Malbec!).....not to mention tremendously intelligent, articulate, fantastic people.

They've been in the lifestyle for 2 years, and have now found themselves thrust into the position of "mentoring" those who are new. It happened quite suddenly, when they still considered themselves new. But, alas, their kind sprits, quick wit, and generosity got the better of them and they charitably decided to take others by the hand and lead them down the path of unrighteousness.

I, for one, feel SOOOOOO incredibly grateful to these folks. We all just CLICKED. And while we haven't played, and things haven't taken off in that regard, we do hope to have them in our lives for quite sometime if for nothing but friends who know, understand, and friends who we can have an absolute, intelligent blast with.

Oh, did I mention that they are former band geeks? Oh my god. Like, TOTALLY. Me too! Kismet. LOL!

Anyway, I have a ridiculously fun time flirting with the Mr. of this fun couple. Let's call them Legal Eagles. Mr. Legal is SO wonderful, and sweet, and thoughtful, and oh my - the compliments he pays me. It's enough to make a girl swoon. He's just adorable, so I enjoy teasing, flirting, and getting him a tad worked up. I certainly don't want to be cruel to him, because I do absolutely adore him, but I just really enjoy the fun flirtation of our friendship.

So, a few weeks ago, while exchanging immediate e-mails with him (we should have just been instant messaging really), I made a comment about how I was going to watch Southpark. He quickly responded with an e-mail making a reference to Manbearpig (that evening's episode). I laughed my ass off and responded that there was no fucking way he was watching that episode. At this point he had apparently signed off, but I shot another e-mail to him challenging him to a Manbearpig trivia contest.

If he passed the quiz, he would receive his reward. Imagine his test anxiety.

Saturday night at the club, I shot him his first question. His terrific wife, Mrs. Legal, was there to aid and assist him in his answer. Question #1 - answered correctly.

Question #2......um.....um.....um.....er.....DAMN! Off he runs to find fellow Southpark enthusiasts (honestly, could there BE a more obvious show of tremendous popularity within the lifestyle?). A LONG time goes by - tick tick tick - and still no answer. Finally he finagles an answer from some poor soul. Question #2 - answered correctly.

Question #3......silence. Then out of the mist comes the all knowing wizard of all that is inane and absurd. He, who must not be named, knew of this contest, but being so highly intelligent about Southpark trivia, could not control himself. He watched Mr. Legal struggle - running from person to person seeking that which kept him from his reward. He felt his pain. He fought his internal voice which said, "No, don't help him! I might get my ass kicked later!" And sacrificing himself, gave Mr. Legal that which he sought. Question #3 - answered correctly. Watch your back, Dragon. Lola don't like no cheaters. Cheaters pick their noses.

Okay fine. The manbearpig trivia contest was over. Mr. Legal answered all questions correctly. He stood staring with gleaming eyes, a look of satisfaction and anticipation.

So I kissed him. But not just any kiss. One looooooonnnnggggg, soft, sensual, sexy, heated, passionate kiss. Holding one another closely, body pressed against body, arms wrapped around one another, lips, tongue, soft, warm and wet.

Thank you Mr. Legal for answering those questions correctly. That was one hell of a kiss. It left me wondering was it your reward or mine???

UPDATE: I have been wronged. I am incensed. Speechless. Dumbfounded, in fact! My Dragon, who so traitorously assisted Mr. Legal didn't just help him with Question #3. He helped him answer Question #2 as well! Oh, my dear Dragon. Whatever shall we do about this? For it is in the wisdom of Cracker, I say"It Ain't Gonna Suck Itself." tsk tsk tsk

Breaking the Silence

2006-05-04T21:15:00.000-04:00

I had intended to do much what Lola is doing and post a little bit more about our long weekend each day. But she's kept up with it and I've been busy with other things, so I haven't chimed in yet. However, the topic has now turned to me and to my actions and reactions over the weekend, and we've received a wonderful email from a more experienced couple about their experience being very similar to ours as they were getting started, so I should probably pipe up now.

Our male friend encapsulated it very well this way (why paraphrase when I can copy & paste?):

The knowledge that she held all the cards but didn’t know the game very well really frustrated me. She still forgets the power she has in all this and not just in determining her own fate but mine as well. So many times I would see us get close and all it would take would be that extra “effort” from her. That little bit of aggressiveness she was missing. We too blamed it on too many drinks, too few drinks, lack of enthusiasm, too much enthusiasm, lack of time, wasting time, lack of friends, too many friends, lack of opportunity, not taking advantage of opportunities or lack of experience or over thinking everything!!

My internal reaction when Lola's girl crush said to me in the wee hours of Saturday night "Dragon, you've just got to be patient" was instant and instinctive. I have been patient. Tremendously patient, I think. Consider a night from early last fall. We spent boocoo bucks on a hotel room and new clothes for the night (with tips, parking, petsitter, meals, etc... several hundred dollars on the night). We set up the hotel room just perfectly before we left for the club. Candles. Sex toys. Wine. Snack bar. We thought that it was a sure thing. Before we new it the lights were coming up and Lola was desperately asking any unattached female if she was interested. We had no idea the investment of time, money and heart that it would take. Swingers were people like us, right? People who went out with the explicit intention of sharing the night with new people, right?

It has been a very big adjustment from our initial expectations that we could walk into a club, express our interest to a host and be matched up with someone and then make it a night with them. Even since then, I've lost count of the number of times we've been invited, approached, hit on... and gone home empty. We have made it into sex parties twice, only to leave. We have made it to naked on a sofa with another couple.

Now in case you have the wrong impression, I am a sensitive, understanding, patient man. After every one of these evenings, given the conditions of that particular event, I have understood why and fought every negative instinct inside of me. I have given voice each time to that understanding and that patience. I realized that it took time for us to figure out the scene. That she wasn't feeling well. That we were only there for her to play. On any one night, I understood and was patient for all of these things.

Over the course of several months though, they all start to blend together. Over such a span what becomes important isn't what happened on a particular night. It is what hasn't ever happened on any night. It's raising the hopes again and again, because it is completely defeating to go into a night pessimistically. And so for the first two hours hopes are high. For the next two hours, I start to wonder whether we're on track. For the final hour, I just want to find a way to go home without giving away that hope is lost and I'm frustrated again.

Her experience is very different. "Time passing far too quickly" she says. We're at these clubs for 4-5 hours. In her experience, it just vanishes. In mine, I'm looking at my watch every 10 minutes. She gets washed away in the fun of just dancing. If we went out dancing to a dance club where everybody was just dancing, just to dance, I could just dance, too, and nevermind the hour.

Prior to arrival, she's on the same mission that I am. She thinks about what she wants, and what she needs to do to get it. Once she's there, in her words:

I talk a good game, but when right in the midst of a situation, I do NOTHING. I talked myself up all day on Saturday - about making moves on my girl crush instead of waiting for her to make moves on me; being assertive with Mr. Snog, etc. But I made no moves on my girl crush, and I was barely flirtatious with Mr. Snog. I chicken out - feel like a coward.

All of this leaves me in a fairly powerless position. I (think) I know what to do, what needs to be done, but under no circumstances am I able to do it, just according to the social code of the swinger scene. In the end I don't hold her personally responsible for a night's frustration, but she feels responsible and feels that in some way I hold her responsible, and together we spirals into tension as the night ends.

We've talked about this a lot this week, together and with another couple, and I think there's nothing to do here except keep trying and keep talking, and for it to be okay that I get frustrated when we strike out.

The Sounds of Silence

2006-05-04T14:13:00.000-04:00

I still haven't made a post about our lunch date on Saturday - a fantabulous couple with whom we've maintained online correspondence. I will briefly touch on that, as it was merely an introductory luncheon. Following that, however, I will focus more energy on sharing the tension between Dragon and I following our Saturday night outing.

I'll call our lunch couple The Bellinis. We met at a very nice Italian bistro that Mrs. Bellini had suggested. I knew she was cool when she said, "It's a chain, but it's not like one of those bad chains like Applebees or anything." Don't get me wrong - Applebees is fine when in a pinch, but when making a point to go out to a nice lunch with a long awaited couple, you want to raise the bar. Mrs. Bellini was right - this place was VERY nice, the food was wonderful, and the service delivered from our cute and wet-behind-the-ears waiter was terrific.

Dragon and I arrived first and found a seat in the "outdoor cafe" area of the restaurant so that we could see when they arrived. Jokes all around about being seated outside, when the restaurant is, in fact, inside of a mall. So, we weren't really sitting outside - we were sitting right smack in the middle of the mall. Oh well.

They arrived, and with people all about we were careful when exclaiming excitement to one another and hugging each other like best friends, that no one said, "Nice to finally meet you!!!" We were all very careful and discreet in our discussions, until I practically squealed the name of the lifestyle club we were attending that evening, and then when Mr. Bellini got more animated in his sharing of various lifestyle stories. All in all, we handled ourselves well publicly, and no one heard anything as far as I know. At least no one asked to be moved, that is.

This couple was positively lovely, and with MANY years of experience and over a dozen trips to Hedo every January, they had lots and lots to share. We absorbed it all like dry little sponges. Dragon was positively smitten with Mrs. Bellini, with her long red hair, springtime glow, revealing cleavage, and sparkling demeanor. I had a very nice time with Mr. Bellini who was VERY much a gentleman, and incredibly respectful of where we are in life. Due to his career path, and life choices, he has learned that life is just too damn short, and he therefore seizes each and every single day. A man after my own heart.

We parted after lunch, and a lengthy post-lunch conversation, with promises all around to get together as soon as our schedules could match. THIS is our biggest roadblock in the lifestyle. Scheduling.

Now onto the bigger elephant sitting in the middle of the room. TENSION.

Dragon and I had a terrific time at the club on Saturday night. I was decked out, as was he, and we were getting lots of great attention from folks, known and unknown, and as stated in my previous post about The Snogs, we had a very nice beginning encounter with them. After they left, however, Dragon began behaving rather unlike himself. I've seen it before though.

We've been to a few different lifestyle clubs, and we start out with everything going incredibly well. We dance, flirt, drink, dance and flirt. A few times there has been great headway made within that pattern, but as the night goes on later and later, and prospects thin out, Dragon gets tense. A couple of times he's become downright unhappy. And each time I feel competely responsible.

At first, we analyzed it and came up with a few things. First, I had one drink too many, warping my judgement and making me lose track of time and focus. This is ABSOLUTELY the truth, and after the last time I drank so much that I was terribly ill the next day, I've learned my limits (even though I came dangerously close to exceeding those limits on Saturday....I just made it by the skin of my teeth).

Outside of that, we decided that another obstacle was that we were just showing up at these clubs, without any prearranged meetings or without any knowledge of "friends" attendance. Frankly, we really didn't have many lifestyle friends, but with online options, we should have at least tried to connect with someone. We finally figured that out as well, and now have that part down.

The next obstacle was just time. Time passing far too quickly, making the night escape and therefore losing opportunities to play. Just this past Saturday it happened, and so my girl crush and her man arrived at our hotel at 3am. Now, we could have gotten something going before then! It's no one's fault (although I will ALWAYS make it my own), but we aren't sure why it's happening.

Dragon emphasizes that the ball is in my court. I am the woman, and in these environments the woman should take the lead. I, however, at this point anyway, am not a very assertive woman. So I tend to just lay back and chill and wait for something to happen. So by the time the evening has worn on, Dragon begins to lose patience.

That brings me to our next obstacle - impatience. We've been on this journey for nearly a year, and have yet to play with a couple in a full swap setting. Now, in all fairness, we didn't decide until not that long ago, that we wanted a full swap, or even a group setting. We did achieve my girl/girl goals, but from that we've chosen to take it further. For the girl/girl goal, we waited an incredibly long time, and now we just don't want to wait an incredibly long time for step #2 to happen.

I feel that I'm a bit more patient than Dragon. I'm perfectly comfortable letting things unfold as they will - otherwise I fear being put into a situation where I'm "taking one for the team," and that is a place that I DO NOT want to be. I want our first swap to be as incredible and "right" as our first girl/girl was. Otherwise, I'll get a bad taste in my mouth, and may be put off by the lifestyle for an indefinite period of time.

I'm speaking for Dragon here, and I fully expect that he will give his balance and perspective, but I think that he basically is just really tired of the wait game. He feels we've met enough people who are interested in us, and in whom we are interested, and he wants to get busy....and the longer he waits, the more frustrated he gets by nights like last Saturday.

We left the club, got into the car, and we sat in silence for most of the ride home. He made one negative comment about my girl crush - thinking she was disregarding us for the evening - but other than that, it was a thick uncomfortable silence. Once back to the hotel, I told him that she wasn't disregarding us, but that she knew our situation with The Snogs, and was giving us space and respect, and that we didn't have any plans with her for that night - nothing had been set up or even mentioned.

Then, I got out of the car, went to the room, disrobed, climbed into bed, and that's where the Weekend Chaos, Part Deux came in. The really cool thing, is that my girl and her man KNEW what was happening. They knew there was tension, he knew how Dragon was feeling, they respected it and were SO totally cool about it. He was so great with Dragon - making him feel like everything was okay - and my girl was great about it too. They have "been there, done that" and know how it goes.

What's the answer? I have NO idea. We're on the roller coaster, and we don't want to get off....but we sure are ready to reach that summit and plummet down the exciting, stomach-somersaulting hill....hands in the air.

To Kiss or Not to Kiss, Weekend Chaos, Part Deux

2006-05-02T15:55:00.000-04:00

I'm at a loss about which to cover next - the tense car ride home from one of our favorite lifestyle clubs, or the other couple we met, or the phenominal girl girl sex that I had.

Well, obviously it's the girl girl sex that my dear readers are crossing their fingers to read, so alright. Get off my back. Er.....wait.....don't get off my back JUST yet. I like it from behind.

First, if you want to be completely up to date, make sure to see my Weekend Chaos post, and then proceed from there.

During our tense car ride home, on which I have yet to enlighten you, my girl crush called me to ask, "Where are you guys?" I told her we were on our way back to the hotel, so she asked where it was. I told her. She said she would call back. Dragon and I arrived back to the hotel to briefly discuss this unspoken tension (will save for next posting), after which time I exited the car and went to our room. I stripped down, took off my jewelry and hopped into bed to drift off figuring he would join me shortly.

Just as I closed my eyes, my girl crush called me and said, "Can you come let us in? And why is your husband standing out here? He said you locked him out - that he doesn't have a key." Oy. I didn't know what to feel, embarassed, or pissed.

I quickly dressed, went out into the hall to let them in the exterior door of the hotel, and she followed me into the room. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom to ask if we were fighting. I said, "No, actually. We're not even really talking. He's just upset about how the night ended."

After sitting around the hotel for a while drinking down some diet pepsi and feasting on leftover pizza from lunch....oh yes, and eating mints to lose the taste of the huge chunks of garlic on said pizza....we retired to the sofa while Goodfellas played on TV. Next thing I know, she's kissing me, insisting I remove my top, sucking on my breasts, moving down to my thighs, and then under my skirt.

My hungry girl lapped at me for quite some time, but I was restless and starving, and desperately wanted a turn with her. I firmly told her to go to the bed. She did and I followed. The boys turned off the television and were close behind, although eventually I lost all sense of where they were or what they were doing. As far as I was concerned, it was just she and I in that room.

She was not going to let me have my turn yet...poor me. She licked me more, intensely exploring my pussy, teasing my clit, lapping at my tunnel, sucking on my inner and outer lips - a full "lola buffet." Oh my, I forgot to mention that my girl has a brand new tongue piercing. OH MY GOD. The sensations that the piercing created were INCREDIBLE. It increased my sensitivity and made what was already an incredibly pleasurable and erotic experience considerably more intense.

Anyway, after her long exploration of my pussy, I think I practically slammed her onto her back so that I could finally have a turn at her. And I did.

I parted her lips and tasted her again for the first time in a long time. She tasted so perfect. Felt so perfect. She told me that she has a sensitive pussy, so I was careful with her - more gentle - but equally voracious in my appetite for her pussy as she was mine. I licked her clit, explored with my tongue the path between her inner and outer lips, her tunnel, her juices....I took it all in and was overcome by the sensations - taste, touch, smell....powerful sensations. Then I explored her with my fingers, and it was at this point that she and I turned this time of girl girl exploration into all out girl girl sex.

No strap-ons, no toys (although we did have some, but Dragon never got them out, and I'm not sure we would have used them).....just hands, hips, skin, mouths. I was over her with my fingers in her pussy, and she began stroking my pussy. Kissing, breast and nipple sucking, passionate movements....hips grinding. Then she was over me, we were both practically sitting, grinding into one another, our fingers in each other. We found each other's rythm, pressed ourselves as hard as we could into one another. Fucking each other with our hands.

As Dragon described it, "It was like you two were starving Ethiopians." NO KIDDING. It was probably one of the most intense sexual experiences I've had.

I don't know how much more to embellish the power, passion and rawness of what she and I shared, except to say that Dragon told me we were at it for over an hour before the boys got involved. I had no idea - time flies when you're fucking a gorgeous woman!

Once the boys were involved, there was no swapping, and we each had sex with our partners until they came. All of us were spent. And in the wee hours of the morning, my girl and her man left us to collapse on the bed and sleep.

We did sleep - not long enough - only to wake the next morning and fuck all over again.

Weekend Chaos

2006-05-01T16:53:00.000-04:00

I was hoping Dragon would post this morning, but I've heard that there is some demand for a post, so I will wait for him no longer! Besides, I need to purge some thoughts that have been swirling in my brain for the last 24 hours.

I don't know that I want to give a full weekend recap, chronologically, item by item. It fills you in, but it makes it so much more mechanical. I want to be free flowing, chain of consciousness being released through my fingertips. Therefore, try to keep up.

Dragon and I have been waiting for a while to meet a really great couple in person. My first introduction to this couple was through her blogs. She, almost daily, made me laugh my ass off. Not completely, looking behind me, there's still plenty of ass left (get to work, would ya??? More posts! More posts, I say!) Anyway, after becoming a fan of her wit and wisdom, we found ourselves chatting online frequently with the Mr. of this couple while the Mrs. was traveling abroad. The Mr., in his temporary bachelorhood and boredom, could often be found in the chatroom into the late hours of the night, just trying to pass the time. Dragon and I would be in there, sometimes together, sometimes not, and seeing one another in the same place at the same time assisted us in opening up a dialogue. So, we began chatting privately, culminating into an awkward sexual encounter via a webcam. Why awkward, you may ask? Well, I don't know how the Mr. felt about it, Dragon was totally on board with it, but I felt awkward. Knowing I was being watched....exposed.....it was just a strange experience. Not saying I wouldn't want to do it again - just a different sexual experience that I need to have more practice with to get used to it.

Well, the Mrs. returned and they were busy filling their days with work and their evenings with, hopefully, ravenous sex after being apart for so long. We exchanged several e-mails looking for openings in both of our insane schedules. Fast forward a couple more months, and BINGO....we had a match.

We met at a terrific Russian restaurant in town, tasted some delectable drinks and exotic foods (wild boar and emu, anyone.....and don't even get me started on their having Lion on the menu), and had intelligent conversation. For me, the intelligent conversation is the real kicker. I can be sexually charged in a variety of ways, but to be completely into someone....not just physically....I need to have mental stimulation. There was never a lull in the conversation. By the end of the night, we were laughing at the show tunes being selected by the piano player, and debating whether or not I Could Have Danced All Night was a song from My Fair Lady.

We parted ways, looking forward to seeing one another the next night.

NOTE: This next paragraph introduces me thinking aloud to myself. You know what? At this point, I feel it important to leave this blog entry entirely devoted to this couple. I was going to proceed through the remainder of our weekend, introducing each couple into the mix, but now......I think not. I think I shall let them hold this place of honor for the next 24 hours.

So Dragon and I show up on Saturday night to one of our favorite lifestyle clubs. As soon as we walk through the door, who do we see? The loverly couple, in the flesh. They looked positively delicious, and we couldn't imagine being greeted by anyone better. Hugs and pecks all around, then Dragon and I proceeded to greet others we knew, and obtain some beverages.

Dragon and I mingled, hung out with our Jenga partners, and my girl crush and her man, but always came back to say hello again to Mr. and Mrs.....I need to call them SOMETHING. This isn't working, just calling them Mr. and Mrs. Um.....The Snogs. That's it.

Okay, so anyway, we would always come back around to The Snogs, and I even cleared off a barstool for Mr. Snog, telling him that I needed him to sit there so that I could flirt with him mercilessly as I went back and forth between the women's restroom. He did, and I tested it out on him. He thought it was a good spot.

The night got later and later, and Dragon and I were hoping to spend more time with The Snogs after Mrs. Snog finished her "shift" at this establishment. She did, and we found ourselves chatting it up on the dance floor and then in the corner of the bar area. It was fun, and I was making my best attempt at being extra flirty. Mr. Snog obviously wanted to go downstairs and get frisky, but Mrs. Snog was hesitant.

Of course, me being the paranoid soul that I am, assumed that she just wasn't into us. I was being bold about it, though, trying to not let it soak through my mushy....I mean strong facade. ;) That aside, I couldn't resist the urge to just plant a sweet kiss on her gorgeous mouth.

That did it for me. That kiss of her could melt polar ice caps all over the world. It was the softest, most delicious kiss I had ever gotten from a woman. Now, I'm not all that experienced with women, and haven't kissed such a huge amount of them, but to date, she gets the best kisser award. Congrats, Mrs. Snog. You will be presented with your reward kiss at our next meeting.

She said she was just terribly tired and couldn't possibly stay awake, and to please forgive her. After a couple of TREMENDOUSLY HOT kisses, and then a couple to Mr. Snog (equally hot, thank you very much), we parted ways......sad, broken, and oh so lonely.

Just kidding. I threw that in there for the Snogs benefit. We were terribly disappointed, but we enjoyed a little more of our night out on the dance floor, taking a quick tour of downstairs trying to find friends, and then left the club....alone. We didn't stay alone, though.

After a tense car ride home (more about that later), someone paid a visit to our hotel room which proved to be INTENSELY hot. More about that later too.

For now, I leave you with The Snogs. That saucy couple whom I truly hope to become better acquainted with in the near future. Is it possible to have two girl crushes at the same time?

Craving, desire, urges......

2006-04-27T07:38:00.000-04:00

Redundant? Perhaps. But oh, so true. Dragon and I both struggle with such desire to engage more deeply in the lifestyle, but find that one must be patient. Not only patient, but also deliberate. Those successful in the lifestyle find they have skill in balancing between just the right amount of assertiveness and manners. I think he and I also strike that balance fairly well, and we definitely compliment each other in that area, but at this point, I think we're both getting impatient. I'm afraid that this weekend our manners will go out the window and we'll each be aggressive in our own way.

Who am I kidding? I can THINK it, but I won't do it. I'll be my same polite, engaging, flirty self....acting innocent enough, but on the inside the tiger will be clawing its way out.....just waiting for someone to open the door. God, sometimes the waiting is almost as fun as the culmination of anything concrete!

Dragon and I have a full slate this weekend, thankfully, which definitely stacks the deck in our favor. We have a date Friday night, Saturday for lunch, late Saturday afternoon, and Saturday night we have several people to shmooze with at our favorite lifestyle spot. If we walk away from this weekend untouched, there is obviously something wrong. I mean, HONESTLY! The wart on my nose is NOT that big!

I jest.

These friendships and introductory drinks/lunches, etc. we've been culminating have been in the works for months.

Friday night couple - I'll call couple A: Very cute, friendly, funny couple who we met online. They aren't "super swingers" - they don't maintain any high level of activity, from what I can tell, but they enjoy having fun and we all 4 have clicked through chats and e-mails, and a brief introduction with the female half a couple of weeks ago. We'll finally all 4 get together for drinks, and I know that we'll click there too - lots of sarcasm, laughs, teasing and at least on my end, major flirting.

Saturday lunch couple - Couple B: We've been talking to these folks online longer than anyone, I think. Longer even that my girl crush maybe! SUPER nice couple, but my interaction with them has been more limited than Dragon's. He and the Mr. have chatted online in the evenings for a long time. I chatted with the Mr. in the very beginning, but these days I'm not in chat very much, and I don't turn my instant messaging on unless there's a specific reason.....so, there hasn't been too much back and forth between me and Couple B. They are super nice, and super cute (her smile looks infectious), so I really look forward to meeting them.

Saturday afternoon couple - Couple C: This is my girl crush and her man. We'll be getting together late in the afternoon for her to do my hair (an excuse for me to have her put her hands on me), then maybe drinks and/or dinner. I've spent a little more time with her since our play date in February, but short of some kisses and one nipple suck, there hasn't been much play. My hopes are up that I'll be able to engage her in more play, but Dragon and I know that it involves only she and I....no couples play there.

Saturday night - Couples A, C, D and E: Couples A and C will be out on Saturday night. Possibly couple B as well, but we don't know. Couple D are the SUPER nice and cool couple that we met for drinks a couple of weeks ago and then played cards and sexy Jenga with. They rock, so I look forward to seeing them again. Couple E is another online couple that Dragon has chatted with that we just learned will be there as well, and really hopes to know more intimately.

Quite frankly, I hope that Couples F, G, H and I will be there too!!!

Now I, Lola, must figure out what to wear.....

One Weekend Please, Hold the Debauchery

2006-04-19T21:31:00.000-04:00

We got out this weekend but didn't experience as many pleasures of the flesh as I had expected. On Friday we met with a wonderful couple who we have been spending lots of email time with. After pitchers of margaritas at a great restaurant we went back to their apartment and spent a long evening enjoying wine, playing cards and a spicy version of Jenga. We really hit it off with them, they are light-hearted and intelligent, experienced and well-spoken, educated and interesting. They're also reading this, so here I am waving hello! It was obvious that he was very attracted to Lola, which is about as necessary as saying that he breathes air. She was very nice, and a little suggestive, but more subdued. We left late and tried to stay awake all the way home. Such an inconveniencce. I want a helicopter with autopilot.

On Saturday we had plans to go to a club where we have been before, and we know that the drive home is very long, especially at 3AM, and therefore very dangerous because of drowsiness. So we splurged on a nice hotel room nearby, ordered room service and primped for the evening. We arrived early and met our friends from the night before, and also Lola's "girl crush"(See First Experience) and her husband. Not only that but we also met a striking woman who we have traded emails with online, and whose husband we once treated to a webcam show. A couple we very much want to get together with. They're at the top of Lola's list right now, I think.

Lola was in the middle of a few poorly-timed days being "unavailable," so we knew that play would be limited if anything. She wore a stunning bright red outfit as a bit of an inside joke. Hours went by as we mingled, sipped our drinks, danced and flirted. The couple from the night before flirted with us quite heavily, but I was following Lola's lead and she was completely focused on her girl crush (F) and the dance floor. F was also somewhat flirty and playful with me, which I was very happy about. Come to think of it, I kissed three women that evening. That's a first for me.

Just before leaving, Lola knew that I was a little disappointed at not having been able to go downstairs to the private rooms for some special treats, so she looked at me, smiled and said "you can fuck me in the ass when we get back to the room if you'd like!"

Nothing much happened between the two of them besides some dancing until they walked us to our car in the wee hours, at which point the girls kissed goodnight. Oh, how they kissed. And then F pulled down Lola's top and began sucking on her left nipple. "Why didn't we start kissing earlier?" Lola asked. Then F came over to give me a hug and sweet sexy kiss goodnight, and F's husband did the same to Lola. Off to the hotel for us, and that's when the fun really began for me.

Lola stripped down and got into bed, so I followed her lead. We kissed and she stroked her fingers all over me, then she kissed her way down my chest, licked my suddenly very hard shaft, and began licking all around my jewels. Before long she was sucking my cock so earnestly and deeply that I could feel the head slamming against the back of her throat every few seconds as she plunged down on him again and again. She reached up with her hands and pinched my nipples too, trying to make me cum in her mouth.

I would have too, but for two things. First, I just had that wonderful experience a couple of days before and second, she had promised me anal sex. "Stop," I said. "I want to fuck your ass." As I was digging through our goodie bag for the lubricant, she said "hand me my vibrator, baby." When I did, she flipped over onto all fours, her gorgeous ass high in the air and her backdoor just as exposed and available as it could be without a neon "open" sign.

I slicked up and slid in, for several minutes just enjoying the feeling of sliding in and out of her and feeling the faint buzz of the vibrator on her clit. I tried several different angles to heighten her pleasure, because nothing leaves me in awe more than making her cum via anal sex. After a while though, she looked back over her shoulder and said to me "fuck me, cum inside of me." And so I abandoned any pretense of trying to share the lovemaking experience with her and just thrust my swollen cock into her tight hole as hard and fast as my balance would allow, knowing that she loves it when I fuck her so hard. She takes pride in being able revel in a true ass pounding that would put most porn stars to shame, let alone all of those PTA moms she blends in with during the week.

And so I thrusted, and I came, shooting everything I had saved up for two days inside of her. And I rested before pulling out and collapsing on the bed like a breathless, sweaty side of pork. She didn't cum. It was all for me.

Vacation Lull

2006-04-13T17:32:00.000-04:00

Hey everybody... sorry for the lull over the past week, we've been on vacation this week at the beach. Had some really great sex but probably nothing you'd be interested to read about, except that what could be more wonderful than a sexy wife who turns to you after a DVD wraps up and says "I've been thinking about you and wanting you all day," proceeds to pull your shorts off and go down on you before Mister Happy has even had a chance to really wake up? That was my Tuesday.

Tomorrow we're meeting a couple we've been chatting with for a few weeks now and really looking forward to that, though it's not necessarily a play date. Then on Saturday we're headed to a lifestyle club setting to meet some more friends and possibly do a little foolin' around.

Chow for now.

Our First Couple

2006-04-02T16:21:00.000-04:00

Friday night has come and gone, and we've allowed a couple of days for the experience to mellow before writing about it. I'll refer to our generous hosts as M & F… easier for you to keep track of gender and better to respect their privacy.

I wrote a step-by-step account of the evening, but it went on for pages, and I don't think anyone’s that interested. I'll try here to summarize it effectively. M & F are a very approachable, friendly couple with lots of experience in the lifestyle. As the evening and the conversation progressed, they made sure that we were comfortable every step of the way. As a result, it was midnight before the ice really broke and M moved in to begin kissing Lola. Now this is a strange thing to see a man to do to your wife. And I felt briefly protective of her… not in a jealous way, just an urge to make sure that she was okay with it. But I trusted my knowledge that if she had wanted out, she would have said so long before we'd reached that point. And so I moved over to F and she receptively opened her arms and accepted my kiss. Kissing this other woman at all, much less in front of my wife, gave a similarly strange emotional sensation to seeing my wife be kissed. After a few seconds though it all seemed just fine.

We all moved quickly to the living room, onto the very long sofa, paired off as swapped couples. M and Lola were kissing extensively, and F and I started with a lot of kissing as well. Towels gradually came off (we had come from a naked dip in the hot tub), and hands started to roam. I encouraged F to also touch Lola, and she did, and the two lovely ladies kissed and caressed each other while we enjoyed the sight. I enjoyed for the first time being able to touch the bodies of two women at once.

Before we had been there long I looked over and saw the back of Lola's head slowly moving up and down at the level of M’s waist. As with her first time going down on a woman, this was a first that I had imagined for a long time but was denied a good view of. It seemed that she was really enjoying herself with him, and every now and then switching to kiss and touch F as well, all of which was very exciting to me.
As time went on though, we seemed to stall. To look at Lola & M, they were fine. Lots of kissing and touching, with no hesitancy from her at all. He was obviously tremendously excited to be with her, and she was quite receptive to him. But Lola looked at me and our eyes met and she could see that I wasn't quite as lucky. F wasn’t very interested in being pleasured by me or providing any pleasure to me. She was receptive enough to kisses and touches, not turning me away by any means. But F was discouraging me from touching her pussy, just with her body language. Even with Lola and M things seemed to stall after a while. He hadn't changed position since we first sat down. Lacking an active partner in F, I played some with Lola, encouraging her get some of the MFM fantasy she had imagined, but it didn't have much passion and didn't last long.

We left after about an hour. M made it clear that he would have liked a lot more from Lola, and she would have been up for that if she hadn't been so worried that I was being left out. As we left I felt very undesirable, and unclear of why things had gone the way they did.
In the intervening couple of days, we have been able to talk extensively to friends with more lifestyle experience than we have, and to talk to each other about everything that happened. We still don't have any guess as to why F wasn't really into the evening. We'd love to know but I don't think that's the kind of thing that you ask somebody.

We consider it to have been a really great experience, actually, once I got over the feelings of rejection and chalked it up to je ne sais quois. We got through some new firsts and confirmed things we had long suspected. We were completely comfortable seeing each other with other people, affectionately and sexually. Lola is a totally bisexual being who loves to indulge herself in men and women in any combination. We are completely assured that this is a good lifestyle for us. Most importantly, we realized that we are in this together. If one of us isn't enjoying ourselves, neither of us can. We’ve spent the rest of the weekend being exceptionally affectionate and sexual together. And we hope to have another try with another couple (or at a house party full of people) just as soon as possible.

It's just another day of the week....

2006-03-31T08:00:00.000-05:00

Dragon is so excited about today. Friday. What about it? It's just a day!

I'm so cynical. This post may be very UNsexy, but this is my place to freely express myself, right? Now, obviously I would prefer the freedom of expression be limited ONLY to those of a sexual nature, but sometimes you gotta just let it all hang out. The good, the bad, and the ugly (even fugly).

I am awash in a mixture of emotions about our plans for this evening. Obviously, the whole scenario is a huge turnon, and these folks seem exceedingly nice, cute, sexy, fun and friendly (some redundancy there, but stick with me). But my own insecurities dictate a sense of hesitancy.

My girl crush told me after our first time being together (and only, to date), that I have GOT to stop feeling so insecure. That it isn't sexy. Dragon says much the same. So WHAT is my deal? Fear of rejection perhaps.

I will proceed through my day with the highest of hopes. I'll make myself look presentable, downright sexy, for my normal daily duties - I'll walk around here doing laundry as if I am THE QUEEN MILF of the world. Maybe then it will seep into my psyche so that by tonight, I will be unstoppable.

Being terribly horny doesn't hurt things either. I had an e-mail from a fan this morning that pretty much made me quiver in all the right places. I was horny before, now I'm trying to find something else to do with my hands.

Regarding fans, and what Dragon posted about....I fear he's making it more complicated at this point than it needs to be. But to those reading, he's incorrect in stating that it's my relationship to handle. It SO totally involves him. It's all about the two of us - that's why we're here. That's why we've jumped into the lifestyle with both feet - something to experience TOGETHER. Not apart. For example, we reserve judgement on those who play in separate rooms, but it's not something Dragon and I are interested in - because then it makes it about the individual experiences. We want to experience it together. So, regarding this gentleman and my MFM fantasies...we're in it together, and I have yet to determine if it's something I'm ready to explore, as well as if anyone's personal lives need to play a part in my decision.

That's all I'll say about that for now...well, except for the fact that just the thought of it is an incredibly hot turnon.

Make sure to check back in sometime over the weekend for the rest in our unfolding Friday!

Friday Friday Friday

2006-03-30T15:44:00.000-05:00

There is a bitter irony in our sexual lives right now. Just as we are making lots of friends and getting lots of invitations to meet and play, our schedule availability has been severely limited. And so when we do have a night available, we obviously want to make the most of it. We have been trying to make plans for this Friday night over and over again, and they keep falling through. People are too far away, people are sick, people have other things they need to do. Cops on call. Law students with dances (dancing lawyers?).

And so it was that M&F appeared like angels in the night, in the glowing visage of a little chat window on my PC’s screen. They’re an intelligent, very attractive couple and we had a good time chatting with them. They were also refreshingly direct, and invited us over for a drink on Friday. A drink at their house. In the hot tub. Baby, get your swimsuit. But then, will we need it? So many etiquette things that we don’t know about in this situation. Less than 36 hours until we’ll be there, and I’ll be thinking of little else until then.

When we got offline, Lola and I were so excited that we stayed up for another hour or more working up a sweat together. It was the fourth day in a row I think, and we’re both genitally exhausted… it took so long to make each of us cum, and this morning she felt downright bruised in those precious, tender places of hers. She just messaged me to say she’s already feeling much better, but I think we’d better lay off the playtime tonight, in the interest of sleep and of having some energy left for tomorrow night.

In other news, Lola met an admirer last night… a married man who chats with her online sometimes during the day. She seemed surprised when I said that she could meet him for a drink alone, but I trust her loyalty as much as I trust that the sun will rise tomorrow. I didn’t expect that she would want to do anything with him anyway, because he’s married and not talking to her with his wife’s permission. I’m not very keen on that part of it, but I’m letting her make the moral judgments on this. The guy is a fairly active community member… professional, church, social organizations, political background. We didn’t know his name until they met, and when she came home and told me I recognized it in the way that says “yes, I know that name, but I couldn’t tell you anything about him.” She enjoyed meeting him, said he was very pleasant and a consummate gentleman. She said she even graced him with a peck on the lips at leaving.

After she got home and our kids were in bed he sent me an IM and we chatted some. He told me how lucky I am to have her, and there no doubt about that. It was a little awkward, he is stumbling over his own horniness for her, and I can certainly identify with that. He told me that he wants to get with us and satisfy some of her MFM fantasies, and then was instantly afraid he’d been too forward. I joked with him that he needed to send me naked pics of his wife now that he had some of mine. I won’t say any more, this is really Lola’s relationship to manage.

Just an update

2006-03-29T11:32:00.000-05:00

Damn internet connection. Giving me such grief these days! I can't peruse my favorite blogs or swinger sites quite as easily. Poor me.....so horny and no place to cast my energies in the middle of a Wednesday.

Dragon and I had an awesome time last night with one another. Taking photos, giving each other lots and lots of tongue time, terrific orgasms, and even a dp session as close to the real thing as we can get with just the two of us.

We've jumped back into the saddle again with visiting our favorite lifestyle site lately too, which is awesome. We've missed it something fierce lately - no weekends with which to plan anything has left that part of our lives pretty stale. Another weekend is drawing near again, though, and we are looking forward to occupying every moment of that weekend with lots and lots of friends!!!

Time to plan!

Fuck the saddle...let's ride bareback

2006-03-15T13:21:00.000-05:00

So he's giving me top billing, eh? I fear I won't be nearly as exciting as his post was, but I'll briefly give my perspective.

First of all, yes, for some strange reason, graphic dp shots TOTALLY rev my engines. I do imagine myself in that scenario, imagine the intensity, and the cataclysmic sensations. Oh how it does make me wet.

He was fanfuckingtastic with the toys last night. He is quite the sexually ambidextrous male - every woman's best friend. We enjoyed great fantasies about participating in some smokin' houseparty (wink wink Danni), and he is so ready to just dive right into it. He wants a sexual smorgasboard laid out before him. And I am quite willing to help make that happen. What do I want? Sexual freedom and rapid fire orgasms. I want women and men. I want to be spread wide and be played with indefinitely. I want to be someone's sex toy.

Now, some may feel this is SO degrading to women. NOT. It is my freedom of sexuality that lends itself to loving these fantasies and eventual realities.

After our fantasies, my orgasm(S) - Yes, Dragon....guess I neglected to keep him in the loop - you made me come multiple times. I just kept it on the down-lo for selfish reasons.....I wanted to keep going, but if I screamed out that I was coming, you would have eased up. So it was a secret kept between me and my pussy.

After that, while in an altered state of bliss, I totally submitted to an incredible ass fuck. He loves it when I lay flat on my stomach, because in this position things are much more intimate, and I think he has a bit more mobility. He was careful with me, but I let him know everything was fine.

It was INTENSE. In a good way. In this position, he hit the bullseye on the back side of my g-spot. Over and over again, thrusting into me harder and harder, he was pushing me back up to that climax. It was one of those moments that you almost feel like crying about - one of those orgasms that leave you with a rush of physical and emotional sensations - g-spot orgasms tend to do that to me more than clitoral ones.

As he was about to come, his thrusts deepened and were faster, and I felt myself going over the edge just before he did. This happens a lot with us in that when he is fucking me and working toward his own orgasm, just when he's getting to that point, the intensity of it changes and my g-spot is stimulated more. It makes for one amazing fucking orgasm.

Thank you Dragon. Thank you thank you thank you.

Back in the saddle

2006-03-15T08:45:00.000-05:00

So, after a few weeks of one thing and another getting in the way, we finally had a no-limits, completely-freespirited, 'do anything you want to me' romp last night that assures me that we're still on track to fulfill these many fantasies. She'll probably post more about it, she said she will, I hope she will... I'll post first so that when she does her post will have top billing.

Whereas for a long time her fantasies stressed the fulfilment of her bi-curious tendencies, we now have a running theme of double penetration. I've encouraged it, actually. I'll happily watch or participate as she takes on any number of eager new cocks. This has been fed by back-and-forth posts and emails with Danni, who directed a post directly at us, replete with graphic DP photos. Lola usually doesn't go for the graphic shots, and I scrolled through them rather quickly when I first showed her Danni's post. But last night she confessed that every one of those DP shots turned her on, that she instantly pictured herself in that situtation.

Reading about Danni's latest house party was quite a turn-on for both of us. Lola says "I wonder if we're ready for that level." I respond "I think I've been ready since I was 15." I know that thinking about it and doing it are two different things, but her fantasies are at least as wild as anything described in those posts.

After discussing that, and after much passionate kissing, groping and fellatio, she told me to use all the toys on her this time. We don't have a large collection... anything with moving parts has worn out... so that doesn't mean a lot, but it does mean that she wanted to lie back and be filled completely. What a fun invitation that was. She loves to have things in her. I think the mental turn-on is as powerful as the physical sensation for her. She is an insertion fetishist's dream. While I don't think I'm a fetishist, I'm still boyishly fascinated by the physiology of putting things into her. We didn't get exotic last night, but as I used one toy on her and then another, after a while two at a time, I got more and more excited just watching her excitement build. She's not one to fire off one orgasm after another. She builds and builds to (usually just) one dizzying climax that seems to shake her whole body and leave her lightheaded. And of course after that, my reward (as if being able to play with her body this way wasn't reward enough) is to have whatever I want from her.

We got further down the road with her fantasy about seducing her sexy friend, but I stopped her at one point, waiting to savor the final bits another day. She flipped over for me, lay face down on the bed, completely flat, and waited for me to enter her back door. As I did I felt her go through the progression of anticipation as I lubed up and searched for the target... excitement as I began to enter her... breath-holding tension as I pushed deep inside of her... staccato breathing as I slowly moved in and out and finally ear-shattering orgasmic cries as I abandoned all moderation and thrust into her animalistically building up to the throbbing explosion of my cum inside of her.

I lay on top of her for a minute while I caught my breath. I made sure she was okay. She said yes. By the sound of it, she either came or was very close to it when I stopped, so I asked if I should keep going for her, but she said no. Her breaths were still shallow, not quite relaxed, until I finally slid him out of her, at which point she took in a lung-full of air for the first time in several minutes.

What is it about DP?

2006-03-10T16:59:00.000-05:00

So during a terrific fuck session last night, Dragon pointed out that my DP fantasy post left him feeling unsatisfied. He wanted to hear more, and assumes everyone else would as well. The "more" he wanted to know is WHY? What is it about DP that turns me on? So, I will tell everyone what I told him, as best I can. I find that when dealing with sexual fantasies, and fulfillment of those fantasies, putting the urges, excitement, and cravings into words that may or may not exist in the English language is a HUGE challenge.

What I told Dragon is that I often have this overwhelming urge and desire (is that redundant?) to be completely filled up. Often during sex, he will use toys to help me with this - he knows what my body likes and works VERY hard to please me. An example would be that maybe he's slamming into me from behind (I like it hard, btw), and he'll get out one of our toys and lube it up and tease my back door with it before finally adding it completely to the mix. Amazingly enough, he's able to keep up quite nicely, rhythmically and otherwise. During these times, I have to really not just demand that he do this to me - I enjoy the ride of working up to it, knowing that he'll eventually give into my insatiable cravings.

DP with two men is just taking those cravings one step further. Complete submission - in DP I wouldn't even, really, be able to move. Taken total control of. Being filled to the max - Dragon even suggested having another guy's cock in my mouth while being fucked this way. That is being totally filled. I don't know that I could focus really on giving this guy a great blow job, but I'd do my best.

So, I hope my elaboration is sufficient.

And thanks Danni!!! You rock. One of these days we'll rock each other.

Back door fun, anyone?

2006-03-08T14:38:00.000-05:00

Geez - my last post about being busy was on February 22nd. Same ol' same ol'. A raging case of pms, then I threw my back out.....I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm just treading water out in the middle of the ocean. Waiting for someone to toss me a lifevest.

Anyhoo, enough bitching. I'm sure the title to this post tantalized enough people out there that they aren't wanting to hear whining.

Dragon and I have had a long standing fantasy of mine that we will often come back to during raucous sex. It involves some anal action, but before I dive into it I want to give my impression of anal play. It's often regarded as taboo in some circles, including some lifestyle circles. I'm not sure why that is.

I was interested in anal play from the time I was becoming sexually active in high school. It happened quite innocently while being fingered by my boyfriend. He had one finger in my pussy and the other teased, ever so slightly, my back door. Wala. Sent wild sexual chills coursing through my veins. He never did anything more, but from that point forward, I hoped every other guy would draw me further into that world.

No one did, totally, until Dragon. He took my hand enthusiastically and led me on an amazing journey into the world of completely freeing sexual expression. He did it gently, reassuringly, and respectfully. And when he was sure that I liked it and wanted more, he educated me with articles by respected people about anal sex.

I know there's lots of anal play in pornography, but there are still those who shy away from it - they think it will hurt or that it's gross. Well, I suppose it could hurt some. I wouldn't necessarily say it doesn't hurt anyone - but if done correctly, it's possible and pleasurable. OH SO PLEASURABLE.

Okay, now onto my fantasy. Obviously, after reading the above, one could assume that I enjoy anal play. This has melted over into my lifestyle fantasies, and happened after reading someone's sex blog post, including a very tasteful picture, of double penetration.

Dragon and I literally cannot get enough of this fantasy and are simply biding our time until we can make it happen. Two cocks at once. Can I handle that?

I'd love to get feedback from anyone reading this who either has enjoyed the same fantasies, or has enjoyed the actual activity. Leave comments in our comment section - PLEASE!

And, as an aside, any invitations will be considered. ;)

Welcome to Danni Fans

2006-02-23T09:25:00.000-05:00

Danni over at Danni654 Swingertime was kind enough to add our link to her page a few days ago, and we can see that plenty of people have noticed and followed it! We've been fans of Danni and her guy since we found their blog several months ago... they're living the fantasies that we whisper to each other at night. We're hoping that we'll get to meet them in person soon and indulge in one of their famous house parties.

Danni noted that we haven't put any photos on this blog yet. I'm not sure whether Lola wants to do that or not, I'll talk to her about it. So far there aren't any photos of us playing with anyone, maybe Danni will help us out with that.

Thanks for the link Danni!

Busy busy busy

2006-02-22T22:02:00.000-05:00

Doesn't it suck when life gets in the way of blogging?

Well, not to mention fucking. No, not fucking getting in the way of blogging. Life getting in the way of fucking.

You know what I mean.

Stay tuned.

Old Friends New

2006-02-15T21:33:00.000-05:00

So she wants me to write about our little roll in the hay the other evening. I'm not sure why. She wants to know what my perspective was on it, and I think she'll be disappointed. She focuses on very different things than I do... something that becomes terribly clear whenever I ask her for her impressions. It's been 48 hours now, so the details are hazy and I'm going to skip the play-by-play for that reason.

My perspective on it, in all honesty, is about two major factors... one was what we did, one was what we fantasized about.

I guess I'll talk about the fantasies first. In a word: Friends. I've always wished that friends could have sex with each other, just for fun. She knows this and like others of her gender thinks that's just weird. Or so I thought. Turns out she's been thinking about some friends recently. There are two. One has had her own dalliances with women, though apparently only as far as kissing. Lola has been thinking of taking her further now. I'm not terribly attracted to that friend, so I'd be happy for her if she made that happen but it's not really my fantasy. It's the second friend where it got interesting.

For the past two years as she's been awakening to this desire for women, there's been a running joke about how much I'd like to see her together with this other friend. Because she tells me over and over not to think about it, that it would be so awkward and inappropriate and she wouldn't even want to do it. The other friend is totally straight, and totally gorgeous. She's also a little playful, and this past summer something wonderful happened. At a girls-only weekend with a third, things got a little playful. Nothing sexual really, but intimate. Somehow there got to be a "let's compare nipples" thing. And Lola sent me a foggy cell-phone photo of her friend in the shower. And they talked about sex, and it's this friend who is intrigued instead of aghast when Lola talks about her love of anal sex.

And I forget exactly how the subject came up again, but I asked her about it on this particular night and she just slid right into fantasy about these friends. The details of the fantasies aren't really the point here... kissing, licking, sucking, you know. It's that the object of the fantasy was this beautiful friend, and that she willingly indulged me in that. She revealed that this friend has her pussy waxed, making it completely baby soft and smooth. Lola talked about seeing her (mostly) naked, and told me what a beautiful body she had. And then allowed me to thrust into her over and over to the soundtrack of her describing the fantasy seduction of this friend. I will NEVER get this out of my mind. I'm going to ask her to tell me all about it again, just to be sure it's real.

So the other thing she wants to hear about is how I gave her such a powerful orgasm that evening. We played around for a while, but I'll fast forward to the interesting part. (Man writing, can you tell?) She likes it rough. She likes to be the bad girl. Anything that would make a PTA mom blush is a turn-on for her. But she can be shy about that, reluctant to ask for what she wants. So it was a wonderful thing when, as I was pounding her from behind (bullet on her clit, blue toy in her ass) she turned and looked over her shoulder at me and said "I want to be a bad girl and use another toy. The red toy."

Now though we've used it before, the red toy isn't designed for anal use. Especially when I'm also thrusting into her. It's like anal beads, but larger, and solid. It's a great pussy-pleaser. But of course I love to see her wild, and want to reward her for asking, so out comes the red toy, and with all of the logistical challenges involved we get it into her. I make her ask for it again and again of course, just to bask in the thrill of this gorgeous woman saying "Please put the red toy in my ass." And I even manage to thrust it into her along with my own self after I get coordinated enough. And I could feel the end of it pushing hard against my cock through the thin wall that separates those two tunnels. And then she starts making those sounds that make me crazy as the sensations take her over, and they swell and get more intense. It's not a moan, it's almost a cry, and then she said something wonderful... "I'm going to come..."

I love this, because it's my sign to turn on the juice. I feel like, given this warning, I can increase my speed and intensity and bring her a really powerful orgasm that lasts much longer, and I think that worked out this time. Let this be a lesson to you, Lola...

All this recollecting makes me horny. But I got mine this morning as a freebie quicky, so I'll be focusing on pleasuring her tonight. I wonder what she wants to be penetrated with... and where...

Deep into my very soul

2006-02-10T16:22:00.000-05:00

I am so completely, totally, overwhelmingly in love with my man. I know that if I didn't love him as deeply as I do, the heart stopping, mind blowing, body thrashing sex wouldn't be possible. It would feel good, but it wouldn't go as deep into my very soul. Raw ravishing sex with him is emotionally fulfilling as well as sexually fulfilling.

Yes, fucking can be a deep experience. I'm not just talking about making love here - wine and roses and candlelight. Nope, I'm talking about on all fours, taking it from behind with immeasurable pounding. Hot, wet, lingering fuck-a-thon.

Damn.

1st Time, Guy's View

2006-02-08T09:46:00.000-05:00

I wanted to give her post top billing for a few days, but now I've got my own observations of the evening I've dreamed of for so long. I was more sober and less tired, so I hope I'll be able to provide a little more detail.

We spent quite a while at the club that evening, which surprised me. Despite all that time there, we managed to not all dance together very much. We spent some of the time sitting around and some of it dancing just with our partners, but the ladies didn't really dance together as much as I would have thought. I think maybe Lola was just full of nervous energy. Anyway, after a while our friends suggested that we leave, so we did.

Back at the room, a couple of us grabbed a shower, we snacked a bit... I know that Lola was getting very sleepy, and there didn't seem to be much happening between the women (Lola and F). There were some kisses... slow and sensual, always followed by one of them walking away to do something else. I think that Lola was determinedly shy, and F was a bit more nervous than she had predicted about breaking the ice. Being the guy in this situation I knew my role was to relax and let them be in charge and not to say anything, even if nothing happened. So our friends sat back and relaxed, I went and relaxed on our bed to see if anything would happen. After a little while Lola came and sat next to me, then lay down, her back pressed against me.

At about the point where I thought that the night was over, that Lola was going to fall asleep and we would all wonder where the opportunity went, F got up and came over to our bed. Both women in their big bathrobes, nude underneath. F lay down facing Lola and the two of them pressed their cheeks together and just snuggled. From their sighs it was obvious that they each loved the feeling, the scent, the warmth of the other, and knowing the pleasure of cuddling with a woman I could understand. So there was cuddling. And then some small kisses. And then it began as the kisses transformed from affectionate to passionate.

I had imagined that I would be sitting halfway across the room for this, that the women wouldn't want to be watched so closely, but I had a front row seat. Lola was still pressed against me, F slowly turning on top of Lola to take charge of her body. I was watching intently and every so often glanced up at F's husband M, who was sitting on the other bed smiling. I was looking for signs that I should be giving them more space, but that never came.

As they kissed, F opened Lola's robe, and her hands went to Lola's breasts. She began kissing her way down Lola's neck, down her chest, and hungrily sucked Lola's nipples into her mouth. Back and forth from one breast to the other, while Lola's hands stroked F's hair. Lola's breasts were clearly just a pitstop on the way to Lola's tender pussy, and before long she started kissing her way south. Down and down she went until her head was between Lola's thighs. F was on all fours and crouched down, her ass up in the air. My eyes never moved as I saw her tongue come out to find the slit between Lola's lips, and then her whole mouth plunged onto Lola's pussy. This was clearly a woman who loved the taste of another woman. She licked and sucked so enthusiastically, and every now and then as I looked at Lola's face I could see that any nervousness was gone as she alternately watched in fascination and closed her eyes and let her head roll back. F's man came over and flipped her robe up onto her back, exposing her gorgeous ass. F paid no notice.

After a few minutes, F kissed her way back up Lola's body, stopping to suck on her breasts more, and then the women began kissing passionately again. It was so erotic to think of Lola tasting her own pussy juices on the mouth of another woman. F continued to kiss all around Lola's neck, chest and nipples.

F then rolled onto her side, still facing Lola, and began kissing her guy. It was then that I saw her beautiful body for the first time, stretched out before us and parallel to Lola's own. Lola rolled from her back to her side to face F and kiss her more, then to make the same journey that her friend had just made. She kissed her way down F's body, stopping at F's firm breasts and small nipples to squeeze and suck. Further down until she was face to face with a beautiful hairless pussy. This was the moment of truth, in my book. This was when we would discover whether being with a woman was a just fun fantasy, a novelty, or whether she has a real attraction to them. The moment I had waited for and envisioned so long, the one I wished I could have captured on hi-def digital video. I wanted to see Lola look at that pussy, and see her tongue come out to encounter it. A priceless, once-in-a-hundred-lifetimes moment.

It was at this moment of course that Lola's hair fell over her face, obscuring everything from me. But I could see that she had not hesitated as she moved in, I could see that she was not being bashful about it, and as F moaned with pleasure I knew that Lola was going at it full force, that she had found that smooth pussy as appealing as I would. Woohoo, my wife is bisexual!

M kissed F and pinched her nipples while Lola lapped at her lips, and then after a few minutes Lola kissed her way back up again. The kissed more, and Lola rolled onto her back once more.

M then went down between F's legs and began to slurp on her noisily, as I kissed Lola deeply. With my kisses I wanted to tell her how thrilled I was, for both of us, with those same kisses I wanted to taste F's juices. It was all so thrilling. I wish I could have gotten F's juices right from the source, she tasted clean and tangy on the tip of Lola's tongue.

I followed M's lead and went down on Lola, and we both worked at it for several minutes. I noticed that Lola had an unusual taste to her that night, a little bitter which is entirely out of character for her, and I'm guessing it was the alcohol in her system. Lola occasionally reached over to grope F's breasts, and after a time F came from her guy's enthusiastic tonguing. After that she turned and sucked on Lola's breasts while I was still there pleasuring her with my mouth.

I kept going with Lola until my jaw gave out, keeping an eye on M & F the whole time. He stood on the bed next to her and she brought out his cock, sucking on it hungrily. When I was too tired to continue I moved up to lie beside Lola again and kiss her, mixing the juices from her pussy that were on my mouth with the juices from F's pussy on hers. F came back for more and went between Lola's legs again. F licked her and sucked her clit, and at one point moved my hand towards Lola's pussy as she did it, but I couldn't figure out how my hand could be there without getting in the way.

I guess F's mouth got tired after a while too, because she moved up beside Lola again, and as I fingered Lola's pussy M pushed his cock into F from behind. My attention largely moved to pleasuring Lola from there, and I lost track of them, which I regretted later. Before long they were back in their own bed, under the covers together. I encouraged Lola to make advances toward them, but she thought that they had called it a night and didn't want anymore. Instead she turned to me, fished my cock out of the boxers I was wearing and sucked on him deeply. I'm always astounded at how she can fit almost all of him into her mouth and throat. I climbed onto Lola and made her tell me what she could about that first experience while it was fresh in her mind.

By this time she was fighting off sleep from exhaustion and the effect of the alcohol. Her recollection was foggy for the same reasons I think. But she was giddy with the thrill of it. She loved having F lick her pussy, and she said she was just amazed at how much she loved licking F's pussy. She loved the smoothness and F's taste most of all apparently, and couldn't wait to do it again. I kissed her more to try to get a last taste for myself. Finally, she told me with a feeling that obviously came from deep within her that she loved kissing F most of all.

We both collapsed after I came inside of her, and slept until the morning light came beaming in through the large windows four hours later.

So many things about this first experience were perfect. Our partners were supremely nice people who we really enjoy at all levels. F is a gorgeous woman with a stunning body, and being so close to everything was more than I had hoped for. And Lola's passion for F's body was total, complete and unrestrained.

I wish that we had done that first round earlier in the evening, so that after the club we could have had a second run with M&F. Lola and I were following their lead so completely that they didn't get any sense of how passionate and agressive we can both be, and I know that the second time around we're going to be much more free. Look out. The genie is out of the bottle.

Blue Day

2006-02-07T10:09:00.000-05:00

Brief post today - low day. Blue day. Feeling rejected today from all sides.

First Experience

2006-02-06T08:36:00.000-05:00

Last weekend I had my first taste of a woman. I was able to see my girl crush again, and this time create an experience that went beyond the dance floor.

We arranged to get a nice room, all four of us, and had a nice evening together mixing cocktails, and eating heavy apps. Good music playing, some "get to know you" conversation, getting ready to go out, and then heading to the club. It was sketchy upon first arriving to the club, because Dragon and I had both forgotten that the club had gotten a lot more strict about dress code. Her man had on jeans, and the woman at the door very RUDELY said he couldn't come in. It was insane. We talked to her, told her that it was their first time, that they were our guests, that he looked very nice, so she relented. But then, after that whole confrontation, we see person after person walk in wearing jeans! That pissed me off.

ANYWAY, we hung out at the club, danced, saw some people we hadn't seen in a while, who were all over us, which I thought was a little rude because they knew we were there with someone else. Oh well. We danced with them and then I got the hell away to spend more time with sexy.

As I have done a time or two....or three....I kept the drinks coming, so I was feeling pretty good by the night's conclusion. I wasn't totally trashed, in that I remember everything that happened, but I could have skipped that last drink and been perfect. I don't know why I do that. I get so mad at myself!

We got back to the room, disrobed, then robed in these nice hotel terry cloth robes, and I laid down on the bed. She got up from her man and came to me, started kissing me, kissing my breasts, and worked her way down in between my legs.

This is where the awkward part came in for me, because while I was so totally excited about this experience - not just because it was a first - not just because I'm so into her - but because it confirmed my bi-sexuality......it was awkward because I'm sensitive about one particular part of my body. After having birthed children, some women's stomachs never quite regain their youthful appearance. Working out regularly and watching what I eat helps diminish those effects somewhat, but other things pronounce those effects. In this particular lifestyle, this is something that has plagued me - something I've feared. So....I was tremendously worried about that.

Enough of that crap, back to the fun.

Where were we? Oh yes, she was between my legs. It was glorious! I was torn between watching her and being totally into what I was seeing, and putting my head back, closing my eyes, and letting it take me over. I wanted to just soak the whole experience in and revel in it.

After she feasted, and more breast attention, and more kissing, she laid back and I experienced her for the first time. Kissing her breasts, working my way down to find her glorious, soft, hidden places. My first taste of a woman. It was WONDERFUL. So much better than what I could have imagined it would be.

I don't think I spent as much time with her in that way as I would have liked. My memory does go a bit fuzzy at that point, both from the effects of the alcohol, and from the intoxication of this moment I had been waiting for. But I wish I had spent more time with her, exploring, savoring, and bringing her intense pleasure.

I don't know what the future holds, but I hope I can try again. I hope there will be more opportunities, more exploration, and more fun!

Luckiest Man

2006-01-29T10:03:00.000-05:00

Last night when she told me that as soon as the movie was over she was going to release her sexual energy on me, I sort of sighed and said "okay, I'll just go over to the bed now and brace myself." It was late and I was tired, and my shoulders were terribly sore from a workout earlier in the day. I wanted sex, I just didn't want to be propped with my arms for 45 minutes while she approached her climax.

"You're not going to have to do anything," she said. "You don't even need to move from where you're sitting." And when the movie was over, she smiled wickedly, she kissed me, she moved down to the floor, onto her knees, and kissed her way down my body. She pulled my pants off and started by licking my jewels. She kissed her way up the shaft of my cock. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed him, and there was no looking back. Her lips didn't let go of him until it was all over.

Her head bobbed up and down, sometimes there were little slurping noises. Sometimes she concentrated on the head and just below it, where she knows I'm most sensitive. Sometimes she went so deep that I could feel her lips nearing the base and the head was almost uncomfortbally jammed against the back of her throat. She used her hands around my jewels and my thighs for a little while, then slid them under my shirt and up to my nipples. She pinched and pulled them to make me come quicker.

It lasted long enough to be very satisfying, but not so long that I began to worry about her ability to continue. And then as I was obviously growing close, and telling her so, the eager sounds that echoed in her throat made my cock vibrate just a little more, and I held off for just as long as I could, wanting just one more second of wetness and warmth and stimulation, and then I exploded. And she gently slowed her pace. And she squeezed him with her tongue as she pulled up, to be sure she was drawing every drop of gooey come from him. And then she gently sucked for a minute more, cooling him down instead of abandoning him to the cold air.

Then to bed. Then to sleep. She loves me.

Much of the thrill is just the physical sensation, obviously. Much of it is that she enjoys herself and doesn't do it out of a sense that she should. But much of the thrill is that she thinks that I am worthy of this. I am the luckiest man.

Horny

2006-01-26T19:07:00.000-05:00

I am so hot and horny right now, it's hard to contain myself. I've been involved in my little lifestyle site pretty heavily for the last couple of days, and I tell ya - MEN - you don't need the little blue pill with this crowd. Good lord. Flirting, inuendo....not to mention my girl crush.

My honey better look out tonight. He is in for it.

Lola Buffet -- A Dichotomy

2006-01-25T07:12:00.000-05:00

There are two sexual sides to my girl. On the one hand, she's sweet and inexperienced. She's picky about women and even pickier about men. She has been cultivating a friendship for months to culminate in her first female sexual encounter instead of taking a quicker opportunity with a stranger. It's all so very ladylike.

I wonder how she will feel when I tell the world about her dark fetish. Lola wants to be the bound, pleasure-giving centerpiece of a sexual party. The way I now envision it, (thank you to OzCouple for insight) a group of friends gathers for a sex party in someone's home. At least six couples are there. At our house, I have Lola undress, then put on shoes and an overcoat. I tell her to bring a toy with her for the ride in the car. Once we get into the car, I put on her blindfold and lean her seat back. She is tremendously excited with the anticipation and goes right to pleasuring her yummy, bare pussy with the toy she has with her. At stoplights I reach my hand over to play with her nipples and dip my fingers inside of her. After about 30 minutes of driving, we arrive at our destination. The lights are warm from the windows and I can see the vague shapes of the people inside moving about. Lola is still blindfolded and cannot see anything.

I step around to her side of the car, open her door, lead her out by the hand and up to the door. It opens for us before we knock, and we step inside. There is the light musk of aroused bodies already in the air, and various people are already at various stages of undress. The room grows still and silent as everyone regards her beauty. I look around at the faces, but no-one sees me. They look right through me, to her. Lola holds her head high. She is nervous but graceful and dignified. Her neck turns slightly to catch the soft sounds around her.

Our host leads us to the center of the large room, where a small bed awaits. I slip the toy from the hand which has been clutching it and into the pocket of her overcoat. I reach around to the front of the collar and help her to slip out of her only covering, leaving her standing naked for all to see. Lola can hear the smiles all around her, the delight and approval popping all around like paparazzi flashbulbs.

The host leads us to a small bed in the center of the large room. On it is a basket filled with various sex toys. Rubber cocks, g-spot vibrators, eggs, butt plugs and more. I sit down on its edge and guide Lola with me. I help her to lie down, and position her near the foot of the bed so that her pussy will be accessible to those kneeling or standing at that end. I kiss her, and then begin to fasten the restraints... arms at her sides. Legs up, bent at the knees, spread. I drape a blanket over her midsection to provide a little warmth and cover. I remove my own clothes and sit next to her.

For the next hour the guests will feast on her. I will be her gatekeeper. I alone will have the ability to determine who will be able to touch her, how, and for how long. Of course our hosts go first. He kneels between her thighs and begins to kiss her throbbing pussy lips. She kisses Lola's mouth deeply, then drapes a soft breast over her mouth to suck on. After a few minutes of this, he stands, puts on a condom, puts his hands on Lola's knees and enters her. As Lola takes a few quick breaths while adjusting to the intrusion, She climbs onto the bed and kneels above Lola's head, then slowly lowers a succulent pussy onto Lola's mouth.

Another couple steps up, to play with Lola's breasts while the hosts have their way with her. When the hosts pull aside, the roles change with the new couple. Lola suddenly feels a hard, warm and eager cock brushing againster her face, turns toward its owner and opens wide her mouth to draw it in. The new woman turns her attention to licking all around Lola's pussy, ensuring that she is soaking wet, and then selects a toy from the basket.

And so it goes on. Fingers, mouths, cocks, pussies all taking their pleasure from her in different ways. When she feels a warm body approach her she never knows who it will be or what they will want from her. When she rests between patrons, I caress her and whisper in her ear. I make sure that she is still comfortable, and get her a drink.

When the hour is over, I help her to sit up, I wrap her in a blanket. I remove her blindfold and she blinks in the light to see the people around her who have just taken so many liberties with her. They are smiling brightly and applaud for her. She has a drink and then we join the party, which lasts into the night. Among the many people there she holds a special place of honor long into the night.

During a couple of hours of chatting online last night with various new swinger friends, we got into discussions of this scenario with them, and they seemed very receptive to the idea. I have a feeling that Lola will soon become a most welcome guest at as many parties as she has the time to attend.

Thex

2006-01-21T19:52:00.000-05:00

I had minor surgery yesterday, and during my pre-surgical question and answer period, the surgical receptionist gave me a print out of post-op instructions. Among them were two very pivotal points.

1) No alcohol for 24 hours after surgery (meaning no glass of wine on a Friday night - gasp!)
2) No sex for _____ weeks.

#2 was left blank. So I was left hanging.

After surgery, in my drug induced stupor, complete with dry mouth and slurred words, I responded to the doctor when he said, "Do you have any questions?"

"Yeth. It thaid on the potht-op theet that I couldn't have any alcohol for 24 hourth. Ith that true?"

He laughed and said, "You can have a glass of wine this evening. Just don't go out partying or anything. Anything else?"

"Yeth. What about thex."

He laughed again and said, "You can have sex again when you've recovered, which should only be about two days."

WHEW.

Then, as I'm in the recovery room, half asleep and half awake, the nurse goes through the whole thing with me again and definitively said, "No sex for two weeks."

Fuck that!!!! Literally.

I mean, honestly. In my old life I would have jumped up and done a touchdown dance and said, "Oh yeah, baby. Get that thing away from me. Doctor's instructions!!!!!!" But now......there is NO way I could hold out for two weeks. Fuhget about it.

Ah....I love being a nympho. So much better than being an ice princess.....

Orgasmic Humor

2006-01-18T11:11:00.000-05:00

I had an intensly hard time waking up this morning? Why? Because I had an intensly hard time coming last night. Took for fucking EVER! Sometimes I hate being a woman.

To refresh some memories, I had my first orgasm in my early 30's - that's like 3 years ago. So I have a lot of time to make up for. And one thing I've discovered about the elusive female orgasm, aside from the fact that statistics show I was not alone in my lack of one for so long, is that it takes a really LONG time sometimes. Women that say they can come quickly - like the women in the movies who are penetrated and then instantly begin writhing and moaning in orgasmic ecstacy? Yeah - they're liars. Oh, and then the men that get frustrated if she doesn't come with that first penetration? Yeah - they're cock suckers.

Okay, so back to the orgasmic evening at hand. My man and I crawled into bed in a heap of exhaustion because the night before we had engaged in exhaustively physical fucking. He started caressing me with those hands of his. God, sometimes I just look at his hands and get wet. He has the most amazing hands ever. They're ALWAYS warm, soft, and I'm one of those chicks that, for some reason, loves seeing a man's hands with rings, a watch on the wrist, and now I'm into bracelets on men. I'm not sure what that triggers in me, but I've been that way since I've been sexually aware at age 12.

He caresses me, whispers the most adoring things in my ear, kisses me softly, rubs my back, and I just melt into him. Total putty. But then he started pinching my nipples. Roller coaster. He could have gotten me to do just about anything. My stomach started fluttering, my pussy got wet and began trembling, and it was off to the races. I climbed on top of him and while he sucked on my breasts, I rode him.

Then he makes the classic and grand suggestion. "Why don't you get your little buzz toy and that new big cock, and give your pussy some satisfaction." We were in NYC last weekend, and on just about every block in almost every neighborhood, you can pop into an adult book and toy store. We did. It was so fun. I get a little timid in these places, although I'm excited about adding to our ever growing collection....I tend to leave the buying decisions up to him. He had been thinking about getting your basic big rubber cock - he opted for a model that wasn't grotesquely huge, and one with a suction cup on the bottom for some added fun. I firmly declared I would NOT use that suction cup, but I guess you never know. Could happen.

Armed with my buzz toy (a terrific bullet with a variety of speeds and pulses and a tickler cover), and he armed with.....we need a name for this thing. Um....I'm open to suggestions here. Everyone e-mail me with potential names. He's a big caucasion cock, rubber, maybe 7 inches? Possibly 8. I can't remember which one he got.

Anyway, he came armed with this cock in his hands. I was on my back, breasts at FULL attention, legs spread and extremely anxious. I couldn't keep my hips still. Before he dove in, he brought his cock to my mouth and while my vibrator was buzzing nicely on my clit, I gave him much deserved attention. He had already been inside of me, and it always turns him on to know that I'm cleaning myself off of him.

He lubed up the cock, and went to town with me. Variety of depths, speeds, and rotations (manually, not battery powered). My buzz toy working on my clit the entire time. After several minutes I started to get VERY frustrated. It was like my clit was desensitized, so I asked him to get out another bullet I have that would nuke the average clit. I needed the big guns though. I wanted to finish.

He kept working on me, my mack daddy buzz toy sizzling away, but still I wasn't reaching the crest. I finally wailed in frustration and said, "I'm going to give up." He said, "Don't do that. Don't you want to treat your pussy?" Then he started in with fantasies. Group sex fantasies. He maybe got two words out - I think one included "cock," and YOWZA. It was incredibly intense and SO FUCKING REWARDING.

I was floating. A practical out of body experience.

Then it was his turn and blah blah blah. JUST KIDDING.

After I caught my breath, and he said, "Your pussy probably can't handle anymore can she?" Oh hell yes she can. Get in here. He loves being on top of me where I can pinch his nipples. I love it too. I also love when he gets into it, throws his head back, and pushes my legs open - my knees are bent - and he's practically bending me in half where my knees are up by my ears. It opens me up, and he hits my g-spot without fail. I've had quite a few g-spot orgasms this way, and I did last night too - just as he was coming. This has happened to he and I only a handful of times, but it ROCKS.

He was still on top of me, in me, as his cock went to "at ease," and after I declare my love to him, legs hugging his hips as my arms hug his shoulders, he kisses me, takes a deep breath, and cries out in a weak squeaky voice, "I'm thirsty." I started laughing hysterically. It was comical. But then this is the best part...

"Don't laugh or you'll make your pussy fart."

Now I ask you. Is this love, or is this love?

Yes, folks, I brought you through this entire sexual experience - I feel I was pretty explicit here - and I end this entry with my grand finale. A reference to pussy farts.

Deal with it. It's a reality. And I have a good fucking sense of humor.

Good day.

Kind words & Oscars

2006-01-11T11:35:00.000-05:00

Ahhh, she flatters me. We have so much fun. I'm so glad that she enjoys that I'm ravenous about her body, about pleasuring it and deriving pleasure from her. And I am so lucky that she is very happy to treat me sometimes... just suddenly drop her head into my lap and indulge me with her talented mouth, eagerly bobbing along until I build up, and I hear the sounds of excitement in her throat as she anticipates my explosion and her reward. Or offer up her back door when the front door is closed for renovations.

For the past few years we've had an Oscar-night competition. We check our votes for each category, and when one of us wins a category we get to pick a sexual task for the other to treat us to. It provides for an entertaining evening which usually culminates in a wall-shaking end-of-the night passionfuck as we release all the tension that has built up during hours of foreplay.

This year I'd like to invite a couple of friends over to play this game with us. The rules would be a little different though, to keep it interesting. The person who wins a category can dictate one thing for some combination of the other folks to do. The winner can't be the recipient of the sexual favor, though. I think this could be fun, don't you?

Getting Closer

2006-01-10T14:31:00.000-05:00

Oh my, getting ever so close to that first experience....makes my mouth water.

I must begin, however, not with her but rather with him - my man. He is an amazing creature - a sexual being like no other I've been with. Just to be completely forthright - because part of having a blog is allowing yourself to be completely transparent - I must say that I never had an orgasm before him. That is approximately 16 years of being sexually active, without having any release or satisfaction. I shudder to recall it. Now, I loved him terribly before the magical moment that changed my life - and my libido - but boy, did that seal the deal.

He's soft, smells nice, I love to taste and touch him more than anything else. To say he's amazing in bed is simply understating it. He is OUTFUCKINGSTANDING.

Enough about him. lol! Seriously, I had to get those things about him out for two reasons. First, they're all true....(it's my time of the month and I can't have him right now, so I miss him). Second, I would NEVER want him to think that he's fallen off the top of my list now that I have become smitten with her.

But, now onto my girl crush.....I saw her again last weekend. I was able to spend more time with her, while she had full knowledge of my crush, and it was so glorious. More kisses, touches, dancing....but still I want more. More more more. I still ask myself if bisexuality is a part of me, or is this curiosity just an expansion of my already insatiable sexuality. I suppose it can be both, fully and completely. I just know that after my first experience kissing a woman, which left me feeling awkward and doubtful, this is an entirely different thing.

He is very happy with my growth in curiosity, but left so very curious about what drives women....or rather, what makes them walk, sometimes crawl, from step to step while men try to hasten each movement to more touching, foreplay, and full play. They do it subtly, but they still do it - putting their foot on the gas harder and harder from one moment to the next. She and I, however, were totally fine with letting the dance work itself - lips, hands, dancing closely - all coming together for this long session of getting closer to one another. Giving me time to know for sure if I want to proceed, and giving her more time to know if she wants to proceed.

I know some get to a club, especially this kind of club, and walk up to one another, say, "Wanna fuck?" and head to a room. I'm not like that and neither is she. I wouldn't say he is either, and he says he isn't that way, but he doesn't understand the ginger steps of women that much. I'll let him elaborate on it though, as I'm sure he'll want to after reading this.

Babble, babble babble. I'm still hooked, that's all there is to it. Still totally curious and ready to continue on this path of self discovery.....with her as my guide, hopefully, and him by my side totally getting off on it all.

Images and Words

2006-01-04T16:26:00.000-05:00

He worries too much. And maybe takes my dismissals of the profiles that interest him too much to heart. I know he is as frustrated as I with the lack of "connection" in our new exposure to this lifestyle, so that may be part of it. The main issue, I think, is merely a difference between men and women. Men are easily ignited by imagery. Women aren't as easily revved that way. I will admit, however, that once thought somewhat distasteful, I oft find myself wet after seeing penetration shots on our favorite lifestyle site. Words, though, will always get me going. If I find someone's profile who writes a groovy blog, then I'll look to the pics and work from there. So far, I haven't been too successful with that filter.

I still lust after my girl crush, and no other pictures or profiles hold a candle to her....yet. I'm sure there are others out there. Just need to dig more, but damn - I have to find the time to do it!!!

We are homebound for a while, unable to get out to those clubs and go lusting, so in the meantime I think I'll indulge some dp fantasies with loverboy, take some more naughty pictures of myself for the site, and read up on some other profiles and try to schedule some activities for our next free weekend (February, everyone! February! The first weekend - cum one cum all).

Ebb and Flow

2005-12-25T23:20:00.000-05:00

Learning to do this, where she & I are together on this hunt, sometimes has the foreward and back lurching most commonly associated with first learning to drive a stick shift. It's not her, she's been very consistent. It's not a matter of what I want, I know what I want... my passions and curiosities are more like the right-hand pedal bolted to the floor. I'll tell you what brought it up this evening, maybe that will help you understand.

It's late, she's watching TV, I haven't been online much at all this holiday weekend. So I'm surfing around, and one of my first stops is always the swingers website that we are active on. I start poking around the site and looking for attractive women. I find a few, and then after a few minutes, I stop. I stop for a couple of reasons. First is that I still have this hesitancy about looking at women openly. Like most guys, that's something that hasn't ever been okay with the woman I was with, so I still have this instinct to keep it quiet. But the more important reason is that though we're in this together, as every man in this scene knows, the ladies are in the driver's seat. So for me to go looking around is kind of pointless. Looking is fine, but I'm in no position to initiate contact with anyone.

Of course, I could just bookmark people I that I think she'd like, but 95% of the time I'd be wrong. We've talked about this before... she is super selective. I am the way I think most guys are... a willing woman, reasonably attractive, is quite welcome to join us in my book. I don't mind that she's very selective (she does plenty of her own hunting and can usually find someone she'd like to talk to), but it makes my own rooting around rather pointless.

When she does find women she is attracted to, she will show them to me and let me know about everything she saw that day that turned her on. She may even initiate contact. She may do this together with me, or while I'm elsewhere. Either way it encourages and excites me. But as we go along and she makes her good steady progress towards fulfilling our fantasies, I'll race ahead sometimes, bolstered by her enthusiasm. Lurch forward. Then she'll look at my handywork and shake her head and smile and say "no, no, not her. Or her either." Lurch back.

The problem and the fantasy

2005-12-21T21:34:00.000-05:00

The problem with trying to write entries in a personal sex blog, I have found, is that if I'm feeling sexual, I'm likely to want to go and do something sexual, instead of writing about something sexual. And if I'm not feeling sexual... then I'm just too tired to do anything, especially write interesting prose.

So, have you met my wife? Read her posts below, and you'll probably wonder just what I do... how did I get so damn lucky?! Answer: No f***king idea. I stand in awe of her.

She's every bit as sexually hungry as her posts suggest. And I wish we had documented, step by step, this bisexual awakening she has had. It started with her punching me in the arm as I would float my theory that all women are bi. But (speaking to the women now) how could you not be? Women are soft, they smell nice... and my trump card in this argument... breasts. Who doesn't love breasts? What's not to love? I can see some folks of either gender being a little unsure of pussies before they get familiar, but I know breasts are enough to seal the deal. But I digress.

I know she's frustrated that she hasn't yet brought her fantasy to fruition, and in the moment a few times I've been a little disappointed as well... after all, it's my fantasy too. But the fact is that I'm witnessing this transformation, with her as she fantasizes and makes her attempts and allows me my own fantasies... that is the real fantasy.

Ravenous

2005-12-21T13:25:00.000-05:00

I am a ravenous creature in bed. You wouldn't know it to look at me - at least I don't think you would. I guess I give off a sexy air at times, but for the most part I look like your average housewife. Of course, that could be a turnon too, right? A MILF. Housewife turned porn star. No, I've never done porn, but in bed, I feel like a porn star.

I love it when my man is aggressive with me - not abusively so. Ew. I just like it when he tells me what he wants and goes for it. It is a huge turn on for me, and I enjoy, on occasion, doing that to him. Just not as much. I really dig his forceful hands parting my thighs.....ah......

Okay, enough of that for now.

I guess I'm just curious about what that says about me. I have rerun the same phrase over and over again in my head either before, during, or after a wild animalistic romp in the bedroom - I love being turned inside out. I just can't get enough of it. Vanilla sex is fun sometimes, but I much prefer a high level of activity. He's up for the challenge.

And then I wonder how this will translate into my first bi-experience. I see myself, in that regard, as much softer, slow, sensual. I don't enjoy the thought of wild ravenous playtime with a woman - although that could be fun too. I see that experience, again, as sensual and completely erotic.

Can't sit still

2005-12-20T18:59:00.000-05:00

I text messaged him this morning and told him I was so totally horny that I couldn't sit still in my seat. Tis still true. I don't know what's up with me, other than my focus over the last few days on this unexplored side of myself, the girl crush, and some tripping orgasms. They just make you long for more of them, don't they? Like a drug. That's an addiction I welcome whole heartedly.

Last night was frustrating though, because my body just would not cooperate with me in that regard. We worked on it for a LONG time too. Oh well. It was late, and that never helps. He wasn't about to give up - what a trooper. I just turned off my buzz toy and said, "That's it. It's not gonna happen." Then I gave him a ride so at least one of us could have some release.

So here I sit today, wiggling in my jeans, thinking of my glorious sex life and this new girl crush - hoping those two things may come together some day. I don't want to be too eager - desperation is never an attractive trait. I'm not desperate. Just horny and frustrated with how limited our time is with such frivolities. I have to grab life by the balls when I get the chance....otherwise, moments are lost and never regained.

Here's to sex, sex and more sex.

The Unexplored Lifestyle

2005-12-19T13:58:00.000-05:00

For the last several months, we have dabbled in the "lifestyle." For those of you who aren't familiar with this term, it basically means swinging. It all started when I admitted that I had some bi-curiosity welling up within me. I attempted to explore this side of myself on my own. I felt it would be more comfortable for me that way. I met someone online, had drinks with her, and eventually went out dancing with her. It didn't go as I had hoped. I don't know if the attraction wasn't there, or that I just wasn't ready, but I wasn't "feeling" it and was ready to walk away from this curiosity that had taken over my sexual appetite.

I continued, however, to feel curious. Attracted to women in the right atmosphere, and again became overcome with desire to see where it could carry me. The lifestyle is the avenue he and I chose to travel to make this happen for me. He supported it because it turned him on, and it was so exciting for me.

We've visited a few clubs, some we like more than others. Outside of one fairly freeing night on the dance floor, our visits to clubs have never extended beyond the door. We were invited to one afterparty, which we attended for a short while, leaving while everyone still sat fully clothed and just talking. We've been very curious since then about how things ended up. I ran into one of the girls that was there, and she said it ended up being a blast and that we should have stayed. Oh well.

Now I'm stuck in this rut...like my feet are glued to immoveable ground. How to proceed? I pour through pages upon pages of online "clubs," posting profiles and responding to e-mails. We don't have a lot of time to play, and this is a big part of the problem, I think. But also at issue, is our lack of experience and not knowing how to take the party from the dance floor down into one of those on-premise rooms. I basically need an aggressive woman to practically grab me and pull me by the hair, I think. He says that I have this natural air of aggressiveness, and so others are waiting on me to make the first move. What is that? Do I need a sign to wear? "Inexperienced. Show me the ropes."

I'm also curious about his expectations. We talk. Quite openly, but aside from getting off on watching me have my first experience with another woman, is there something more he's seeking? Has his sexual appetite increased beyond voyeurism and into curiosities for a swap? If so, how do I feel about that?

I'm eager to talk to others about their experiences. To hear from others - I'm talking, totally explicit stories. Details details details.

Now I'm sporting a bit of a girl crush - another event on a recent dance floor. She was hot. I confessed my crush to her - points for me! I can still feel her kiss. What's next?

Dark Visitor

2005-11-12T21:49:00.000-05:00

You are sitting out in the dark in your cloak. All alone.

I pull the car up right next to you.

Your hood over your head, the tip of your cigarette coming from the shadow under your hood

I stop the car but not the engine, and look at you through the window

You look up, but I still can't see your face

You rise, and stride confidently over, standing just out of reach

My windows tinted, you couldn't see in the car

I wait, regarding your faint outline in the night

I watch as you take another drag

And as the smoke crawls out of your lips, I open the door and smoothly step out

Everything about me is dark.

My shoes, pants, my shirt and tie.

My skin is dark, my hair is dark.

The look in my eyes is dark

And you know deep inside that my heart is dark.

I take the two steps to you, and stand just a foot away.

Because you're now bowing a little bit, you need to look up past your hood to see my face

It is stern, determined, and lets you know with just the tension of its skin that I am in charge

You hear my breath as just a bit of steam forms in the air in front of my face

and then you notice that the steam rises slowly from my shoulders

and my neck

and my head

curling slightly as it leaves me

twisting around and then vanishing as it glides upward

You hear my breath again, and just as you decide that you shouldn't be looking at me so closely, my left arm reaches out and firmly clutches your throat

It doesn't choke you, but you're afraid to move.

And then it pushes you down, and your knees buckle slightly

and you don't resist. You drop your burning cigarette to the ground, and then follow it slowly, gripping my wrist for balance

I released your neck.

Yyou are on your knees, facing my fly, and you reach up with both hands to undo it

It slides down, and one hand holds it open while the other reaches in

It finds my cock, semi-erect but already large, and carefully maneuvers it out

You regard it carefully, but not for long.

Like the rest of me, it is thick, and dark

You grip it with your hand and stroke it slowly, twice, and feel it harden in your hand as you do

Now my hand is heavy on the back of your head, pushing you forward

You open your mouth to accept my cock, and I push your head so that it goes all the way to the back of your throat, though you weren't ready for it

You gag slightly, but try to hide it from me

My hand holds your head, and you can't breathe, and tears come to the surface of your eyes

and when you think you're about to reel back, gasping, my hand releases you

and you pull off quickly, and I feel your gasping breath on the head of my cock

and before you can completely catch your breath, my hand is on your head again, pushing you, and you once again open up

this time it goes in slowly, and you can keep your breath even with your lips wrapped around

and my hand releases

and you are thankful for the freedom, and express it through long, deep sucks on my rod

in and out you take him

swirling your tongue around the head

trying to get it as far in as you can, fighting to wrap your lips around the very base

and then pulling off slowly, sucking the precum out of him and tasting it on your tongue

Until my hands are on either side of your head, my fingertips wrapping under your jaw and your ears

pulling you up

As you rise, you are about to bring your eyes up to meet mine

when my arm crosses in front of us and grabs your right shoulder

I pull, and you lose your balance, falling forward, expecting to fall onto me, expecting I will catch you

But I step aside deftly, and your arms fly forward, your legs spread apart, trying to find stability, and you catch yourself on the car.

It still murmurs as the engine runs, and you can feel its vibration on your hand

inside, past the tinted windows, you see the orange glow of the control panel

you want to see inside, and you're searching so intently with your eyes that you don't notice that I have stepped behind you, between your legs

until you feel my hand part your cheeks, and the intrusive push of the head of my cock against your ass

and you brace yourself against the car

bracing for the strong push of my body so that you don't fall down

bracing for my thick cock to push into your ass

and slowly the pressure builds, and you are instinctively resisting

until you feel the grip of my hand on the back of your neck

and you swallow hard, and do all you can to relax and let him in

It won't be long, you know

you hope

you wonder

and he's in

and I slide him in and out, still holding your neck with my hand

grunting softly

finding the right depth

and you know I've found it when I start moving faster

and the thrusts get harder

and harder, until my hand has to move from your neck to your shoulder, to keep my own balance as I thrust again and again

again and again

And as you adjust to the sensation, and you open your eyes again

they are more attuned to the darkness in the vehicle

and you can barely see the outlines of a form in the passenger seat

a face, regarding you

intently

and it frightens you

but now there's nowhere to go

and you feel my hips slam into your ass with every thrust

and the growl in my throat beginning to grow

and my cock swells

and my thrusts slow down but get more powerful

as I hold on for just

a few

seconds

AAAAAHHHHH

and you wait, as he is still filling you up

feeling the final twitches

as the final drops of cum seep out of him into your sore ass

and you look into the eyes in the passenger seat

and they look back at you.

and my cock slides out of you, and you close your eyes and gasp as it leaves

leaves you empty

and dripping

and tired

and you wait while I zip up

and wonder if you'll have to stay there for someone else

but you feel my hand on your shoulder again

lifting you upright

leading you back to your chair

you sit, thighs shaking, knees week

you take a few breaths

and my hands are there, quietly, in front of your face

a cigarette held up to your lips

you take it

a flame appears from the darkness of my cavernous palm

you take a sip, lighting the tip

the flame goes out

you take a deep drag, and breathe out, feeling the adrenaline leave with the smoke

and then you feel the top of your hood peel back a bit

and you feel the my lips kiss your forhead softly

and as you look up I turn on my heel

and you watch my strong shoulders sway as I walk back to the car

open the door and slide inside

the engine purrs louder

and the car glides away

leaving you in the dark again

the tip of your cigarette protruding from your hooded cloak

alone

Tuesday Morning

2005-02-12T13:21:00.000-05:00

I'm so horny that I just have to start writing about it. She just came into my office and I told her how excited I was. Her smile expanded as I lifted her thin shirt up over her breasts. I squeezed them and could see a trace of her dark nipples through the lace bra. I started to knead them and rub my face on them, and I asked her "what can we do about this?" But she had just come in to tell me that she was leaving for an appointment of some kind. She leaned down and kissed me with lips freshly glazed with something to keep them soft. Just the sound of her breath was erotic.

I suggested to her that later on we could try to pleasure her. I've treated myself to selfish, guiltless pleasures the past couple of days, and it is time she had some of her own. She’s 'unavailable' for the next few days, and since she really only comes from good, hard penetration she usually suffices with stimulations that don’t make her come during this time. But she needs to learn new tricks. So my suggestion was that she kneel on the bed, rubbing her pussy on Bob, her big vibrator, while I kneeled in front of her and worked on her alert nipples with my tongue, lips and fingertips. She won’t masturbate herself, and though I would (joyfully), as I said she really just wants penetration to come. I think that the novelty of using the vibrator this way may tempt her though.

'Later on’ might mean early afternoon. When the youngest kid naps and the older kids aren’t back from school yet. But it might mean tonight. So long to wait. I’m almost intoxicated I’m so stimulated right now. Those wonderful sexual treats of the past few days just make me hotter. Reading some of the other sex blogs out there added onto it. "They’re your new porn, aren’t they?" she asked me last week. Yes, they are. And although I love her pleasure and want to ensure she has all she needs, there’s no denying that I also want her pleasure so that I can guiltlessly have more of my own.

Lapdance

2004-12-02T15:34:00.000-05:00

Dragon: This is a good day.

Dragon: Well, it isn't raining. That's a good start.

Dragon: And then I get visions of you giving me a lap dance. :x

lola: I haven't expanded on that yet....

Dragon: So. Ahem. You were going to expand upon the thoughts of sensual delights which already have my mouth watering?

lola: Oh, I didn't think you were interested in hearing about that. But, if you would like to, I'd be happy to give you my thoughts.

Dragon: Plleeeaassseeeee!!!!???????

Dragon: :D

lola: When I sent you that message this morning saying that I would make it up to you, I not only envisioned my giving you a lap dance (I must rehearse), I also thought about you and I patronizing another such establishment......

lola: So, my making it up to you would involve either your getting a lap dance from some hot woman, or me getting one from some hot woman. Whichever you would prefer, and whatever you would prefer. However you would prefer. Whenever you would prefer.

Dragon: You are setting me on fire. I have no hesitation in telling you which of those I would prefer.

Dragon: I also have no hesitation in telling you that, especially in the wake of my visit to the club last night and very recent images of those women, it would make me 100 times hotter to get one from you.

lola: What else would you prefer?

Dragon: I would love to see you getting a lap dance again. I imagine you being a little more in the moment the next time time, facilitating a little more contact.

Dragon: I'm short of breath just thinking about it.

lola: Well, we'll see what we can do about that.

lola: You turn me on, love.

Dragon: You are amazing. I want to be above you and in you right now, and asking about more and more details, pushing the scenario further to know what is appealing to you and why.

lola: brb

lola: Hey baby - sorry about that.

Dragon: That's okay, I needed the time to cool down to reasonable levels.

lola: That's disappointing. I like the thought of you there all revved up.

Dragon: Oh, I'm definitely revved up.

Dragon: I'm just starting to get clear headed.

Dragon: And I'm hoping you'll want to rev me up more.

lola: Indeed. I'm not sure how far to go with this, here, but I'll say that your fantasies are appealing to me. I've thought a lot about our brief time in that club in NYC, how much you enjoyed it, but wished for more, and feel aroused in giving that to you. For my benefit and yours.

Dragon: Oh MAN.

Dragon: I can only say that I want to know EVERYTHING.

Dragon: gimme gimme gimme

Dragon: and if you can't talk about it now, maybe you'd like to talk to me on the phone about it tonight

lola: Oh boy. I LOVE that.

Dragon: Maybe this is too much for office talk. But anyway, you'll definitely have to deal with the energy you build up in me all day.

lola: Deal? How will I need to deal, my love?

Dragon: receive

Dragon: witness

lola: Yum. You're making me weak-kneed. Like jello.

Dragon: succumb

lola: There are a couple of things I was considering purchasing at this "toy" party on Friday, and this conversation makes me think about that. I'll send you the link.

Dragon: :)

Experiments

2004-03-16T16:26:00.000-05:00

Things for Saturday

Bananas
Carrots
Candles
Screwdriver
Kitchen utensils
Toys
Kids toys
Batteries
Flashlight
Beer bottle
Cigar
Ice Cube
Strawberries
Whipped cream
Ripe Peach

Enamored

2004-01-03T18:20:00.000-05:00

I am enamored of your sweet pussy. I remember the first moment I touched her. In the guest bed in the mountain-top cabin, lying on my left side, you on your back and perhaps leaning away from me a bit. You were shy, a little nervous of what I would think, but completely permissive, allowing my fingers to explore you. I remember going down on you the first time, but not so clearly as I recall really seeing her for the first time, that Saturday afternoon on the sofa. That time of being able to really joyously view and explore her is burned into my memory. The next vivid memory I have is pulling your panties aside on the back seat of your van, in a public parking lot, and bringing you to orgasm. And though I enjoy licking and exploring your pussy every time we get together, the last really, really special experience for me was here at my house, when you sat on my sofa and spread your glorious legs and watched as I devoured you.

And so with those memories at the forefront of my mind now, I will tell you all about the experience from my perspective.

First you must understand the basic visual appeal, to a man, of smooth, cleft skin. The thrill we get from seeing pussy lips is not unlike or unrelated to the thrill of a sweet bare ass or breast cleavage. I think there is something very primeval about the appeal to us. And so my experience begins with seeing her, drinking her in with my eyes, anticipating the feel and scent and taste of her long before my lips meet hers.

I am already excited and ravenous at this early stage, and might want to just stiffen the tip of my tongue and attack your clitoris and the opening to your love tunnel aggressively. But I know that the true pleasure comes in taking the time to appreciate all of the wonderful sensations as I progress toward that aggressiveness. And so I start by being intimate with that which triggered my excitement visually, your smooth outer lips. With a soft, broad tongue I lick them. Up one side, down the other, then reversing course. Or perhaps jumping over the split between them at the back and repeating the circle. I can smell her at this time, lightly. Your scent and taste are always very delicate, which is pleasant for me. That scent begins to add to the excitement I'm feeling, and I begin to imagine the experience I am about to have when my tongue begins to explore between these exquisite lips. But I digress.

Continuing on with your outer lips, I love to feel their warmth and smoothness on my tongue. I love to build your anticipation and my own in this way. I spend some time rubbing my mouth and face on your mons pubis, that soft mound just at the top of your pussy which you so kindly keep naked for me.

When I feel that I have completely explored you externally, I want next to proceed inward, not to the truly inner parts of your pussy but just to the inner lining of those treasured lips whose exterior I have just explored. I enjoy letting the tip of my tongue run between those lips, parting them slightly. This is when I get my first taste of you, just on the very tip, from the juices that have welled up in your pussy during the licking thus far. I try not to touch your clitoris, but sometimes I know I brush against the soft pink skin covering her when I do this. The texture of your pussy lips is different inside from outside, as you know. While smooth in a sense, the exterior does have a soft but nubbly texture. The inside, though, is truly smooth. My tongue loves the smooth feeling itself and for some reason the transition point, where these two textures meet, excites me. And so I spend some time licking the interior of these lips, and as your excitement grows your lips loosen and open, and I push them apart with my tongue because I'm craving the sweet fruits inside.

And by now it's getting more and more difficult for me to resist delving into you like an ice cream sundae. I want to satiate my cravings with your taste and textures. I'm still trying to be progressive about the way I stimulate you, though. So I begin either by teasing the outside of your tunnel with the tip of my tongue, or by a broad shallow stroke of my soft tongue. I do that to tease, to arouse, to give you anticipation of what is to come, but I also do it to signal to you how thoroughly I enjoy your pussy and all of its parts.

Depending on my patience, I may spend some time licking your inner lips, the labia minora. They are so soft and tender that my tongue barely knows I'm touching them. I remember asking you if you could even feel it as I touched them gently at Macy's. They are a beautiful part of your pussy but I'm afraid that they get lost in the larger, more aggressive motions with which I pleasure you.

Still trying to build you up as much as possible before hitting your clitoris, I go next to your tunnel. I would crawl inside of her if I could. I wish my tongue could go deep, deep, and I feel completely inadequate when I realize how limited my reach is. But it is now that I get the full taste of your pussy, now that I am ready to really attack her. I lick and I probe. I try to pleasure you and to cover my tongue with your juices. I try to draw those juices out from inside because deeper inside their taste is a bit tangier, though as time goes on your increasing wetness and my saliva dilute your taste. So it is at this time when I get my best taste of you, when I first delve in with my tongue. I can feel your outer lips, the gateway I have now moved past, rubbing against my face now, and it thrills me to be so deep in you. It occurs to me that this is now the most intimate I can be with you. Your legs are wide apart, you have completely surrendered your body to me. My lips, chin, nose are all getting wet with your juices. Your pussy is spread, your hole is covered by my face. It is physically impossible for me to be more intimately acquainted with you. I slurp and taste and thrust, enjoying this time tremendously.

Throughout this process I like looking at you. I love your reactions, the sounds from your throat. I love that you want to look at me, and that when I do well your eyes half-close and glaze over and your head rolls back. This may be out of place, but when you suck my cock I want you to look at me more. I want to see your eyes. Your eyes are so expressive. They are perhaps my best assurance of the depth of genuine affection, passion and love you express for me.

Oh, I have had so much fun so far in this process. I love to toy with you, I love to thrust my tongue and even push my nose into your tunnel. I bask in your scent and revel in your taste. But alas the time has come for me to abandon the parts of the experience which are the most sensorally rewarding for me and give you what I have built you up to having… orgasms.

Maybe I tease you just a little more by circling around your clitoris or brushing lightly back and forth across her. This isn't for me, just for you, trying to put that final edge on your arousal.

From here, the experience for me is mostly one of intimacy and performance. I love that I can bring to you orgasm this way, and I love the continued sense of ultimate knowledge of your body. Mostly though I am concentrating on the performance side. I thrust into you with my fingers, I try to understand where you are in approaching and achieving orgasm, and when you want me to continue so that you can have another. I wish that I had more to tell you about this part of the experience, because I know that it is the peak of the event for you.

One final note. When my performance is finished, whether because you can't go on or I can't go on, or because you want my cock thrusting into you, I want to kiss you deeply. You know that I love your juices and I love when you taste them on my cock. I also am very gratified when you taste your pussy juices on my mouth and my face. Soft deep kisses, your tongue licking all around my mouth, is like a reward for me. It sends a signal to me that I did well, that you love that form of intimacy between us, that you are comfortable spreading your legs so wide and inviting me in, that you love your pussy and embrace its role in our lovemaking.

I am so thankful for the experience of writing this to you. I feel almost as if I had actually just completed the experience. I am craving it again for our next weekend together. It is a celebration. I hope that it conveys to you what you were curious about, and that we'll be able to review it together and heighten the experience forever more.