tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72774406745272848582024-03-12T21:25:10.184-07:00Blissfully OpenSeeking carnal euphoria in an open and honest non-monogamous lifestyle…Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-89688163153584095792013-12-30T23:00:00.000-08:002013-12-30T23:00:11.305-08:00November 8th, Hitachi's My BitchUnder construction….banging away.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-743674823396834012013-12-18T18:37:00.000-08:002013-12-23T20:30:03.620-08:00October 26th, Parallel Play for Halloween<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick and I both agreed that our most recent weekend outing
was an utter disaster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And neither
of us wanted a repeat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So this
time we established some pre-party understandings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In both our cases our favorite playmates, Ron and Mona would
be in attendance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick anticipated
that I would want to spend time with Ron and said that he expected that I would
play with Ron. I took him at his word and hesitatingly believed that he was
prepared to be in the same play venue with Ron and I despite his recent
stipulations otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Likewise, I knew that Mona would be present and that Nick
would want to engage her more than socially.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I let Nick know that I was perfectly fine if he wanted to
spend time with Mona sexually or otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I had no interest in participating in a threesome
or broader group with them nor did I wish to observe their play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would just turn and walk the other
way should I encounter them in the throes of passion. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had not experienced any difficult
emotions or upsets related to the Nick and Mona sexual dynamic and did not want
to tempt fate. I take a mildly compersive pleasure from Nick’s happiness and
sexual success with Mona and do not want to do anything to dampen it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the other hand, Nick has had heaps of
issues with Ron and I over the last few months, ebbing and flowing like
tumultuous tides in a raging storm. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately, the club was generously sized with numerous play
areas and finding private spaces was not problematic. </div>
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Then the question of actual sleeping arrangements
arose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would Nick want to sleep
with Mona?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would I want to sleep
with Ron?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We did not know precisely
what our own individual desires were in this context, but I told Nick that it
would be ok with me if he chose to sleep with Mona instead of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As for myself – well, I had no idea what
might happen in that regard, but if Nick was sleeping with Mona then I would
most likely sleep with Ron and Nora.</div>
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Nick and I were clear with each other that our expectations
were to have fun, play with others and with each other as the opportunity
arose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And pending the evening, we
may or may not actually sleep as a couple.</div>
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Whew! Expectations outlined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now let the fun commence!</div>
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We arrived early because we wanted plenty of time to dress
in our Halloween costumes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and
Nora were already in residence having attended the party the night before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Nick and I greeted them, I was
acutely aware of Nick and what he had said previously about not wanting to be
around Ron and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could feel the
tensions Ron and Nora were experiencing as a result of our rocky foursome
dynamic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found myself somewhat
short of breath, on edge, tense, and apprehensive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted us both to have a great time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I really did not feel free to be
myself given Nick’s extreme shifts as of late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I honestly just did not know where he fell on the spectrum
in nearly all aspects relating to the non-monogamous me, and our foray into the
lifestyle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did know that he
liked being non-monogamous, saying he would not want to go back to monogamy,
and that he was happy with his sexual adventures with Mona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, as it related directly to me and
my sexual choices, it seemed like nothing was quite so straightforward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick and I were seemingly functioning
on an unbalanced playing field, which lent itself to discomforting inequity. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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We began to get our costumes organized to dress for the
evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took off for the
restroom and when I rounded the corner found Ron right on my heels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He leaned me up against the sink
counter and began kissing me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
he did so I watched Nick walk directly behind him to the urinal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not help but wonder if this was
an intentional follow on Nick’s part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It most certainly was an intentional act on the part of Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He followed me with an explicit
expectation.</div>
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I had told Nick that I would probably want to fuck Ron early
in the evening to take the edge off and remove the escalating anxiety produced
by unfulfilled desire. So he could not be surprised.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And if he was actually following me, well then, what did he
expect? </div>
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Ron and I headed directly to the downstairs froggie chair
tucked away in a corner near the fireplace. We kissed, disrobed and started
fucking with ridiculous speed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He went down on me licking and sucking on my labia and clit, I sucked
his thick hardening cock, his fingers slipped straight into my wet pussy with
no preamble whatsoever. It was familiar territory and one that Ron knew his way
around with unique intimacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He rammed
his fingers up firmly against my G-Spot and I was instantaneously in that
euphoric state that I longed for. I adored sex with Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His manual abilities were an absolute
sure thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And his cock was
always ready to please.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And please
it did!! It was a great first fuck and truly took off the edge for both Ron and
I. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I could enjoy the evening
for a while, buzzing on the euphoric mix of cocktails that was coursing through
my body.</div>
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I headed back to the room to dress as an Egyptian Pharaoh.
Nick was nowhere to be found.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nora
was present and said that Nick had been looking for me, which was odd given
that he knew that I was with Ron and we were not exactly quiet when we fucked
so we were easy to find.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of
course, Nora also commented that she had not known where we were, but had assumed
we were playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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So, I guessed that Nick was out gallivanting around with
Mona somewhere…maybe fucking, maybe not, who knew what they might be up
to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But all was good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not mind. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was adorned in my bodacious Egyptian
costume replete with blue eye shadow, copious layers of kohl eyeliner and a
gold cobra bracelet snaking up my arm, I headed out into the chaotic fray that
was Halloween night, a virtually sacrosanct day for the licentious, audacious
sexually liberated sluts that we were. </div>
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I was more than ready for the evening, optimistic that both
Nick and I would have a great time and that we would have time to connect and
reinforce our own relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
went downstairs to be social and enjoy the selection of wild costumes that
these intrepid swingers concocted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Halloween among salacious swingers is almost as fantastical as Halloween
is on the Eastside of Greenwich Village in New York City or the Castro in San
Francisco….well, swingers are not quite as ballsy, but probably as close as any
other group gets to being utterly outrageous.</div>
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Nick was nowhere to be seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I eventually saw Mona, with two men vying for her attention
– literally, one to her left and one to her right, both single and both wanting
her with more than a subtle dose of amusing competing intensity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it was funny to observe her
gravitate toward Nick as he walked by…you could almost see the pull between the
two as well as the little green monsters dancing around the heads of the other
two men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick wanted to be with
her but left the decision for how to spend the evening to Mona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I had not made any plans for where to sit but somehow we
seemed to have two tables with our names on them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was totally unaware how this happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and Nora had a table next to
the dance floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were with
another couple that they knew and, I assume, enjoyed sexually.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron invited us to join them, which was
very generous considering how rocky our two couples were during our last
weekend together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile, Demi,
a staff member and an incredibly sexy club institution, came up to me and asked
if we were joining her at her table because we had places there as well as at
Ron’s table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The club was packed
full of people and table space was at a premium. I was totally confused and
went looking for Nick to clarify our intentions.</div>
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I found Nick walking around with Mona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was striking to see how familiar and
immediate she stood next to Nick… Anyway, Nick was phenomenally ambiguous about
what he wanted to do and I had decided to leave the choice to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did not want to say that he did not wish
to sit with Ron and Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor
could he say that that he wanted to sit with Mona. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ultimately, Nick chose a place at Demi’s table that was
completely devoid of the Ron, Nora, Mona influence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It ended up being a poor choice as the table was a dud with
an overly drunk, inappropriately sexual, somewhat aggressive older couple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I suppose it was neutral territory
from Nick’s perspective.</div>
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Ron and Nora were gracious when I declined to sit with them
but honestly it was evident to me their feelings had been hurt, though they
said otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not know what
Mona thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometime later Nick
informed me that he had wanted to sit with Mona but did not know how to do
that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did not want to ask Mona
to sit at Ron’s table because she was not comfortable with Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This had origins in something that I
know not the hard facts about, but have heard about from three divergent
sources….and who really knows when facts come in piece meal like that from
third party sources.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end of
the day, the table situation all came down to the fact that Nick felt an
obligation to sit with me, his wife, and did not want to ask Mona to sit at the
same table as Ron and Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, he
opted for a neutral table excluding both our playmates, with whom we both
wanted to sit. It seemed to me that it was Mona’s issue and by extension Nick
seemed to have made it his own.</div>
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So, in the end we sat at a less than optimal table. Ron and
Nora were offended.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mona was left
out – or maybe she was content to be with her other suitors, I could not say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was really a sorry way to start a
carefree, carnal, happy and sexy evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ah well….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And to top it
off, Ron and Nora had a couple at their table that was sexy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Nick noticed Jessica.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was tall, attractive and fit with a
playful spark in her eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heck,
even I thought she might be fun!</div>
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Occasionally through the dinner and post-dinner timeframe
both Nick and I left our dinner table to escape the bizarre drunk couple with
whom we had regrettably paired ourselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I would check in with Ron, touching and nuzzling up to him at his
table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He leaned into my year at
one point and said, “The answer is yes, if you are wondering.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ahhh, I knew exactly what that meant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I would love to have followed
through with a great bout of intense sex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But, I was still trying to defer and appease Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to do my best not to make Nick
uncomfortable and spend time with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But, as the night turned out, I actually regret not taking Ron upstairs
at that moment for a wild and crazy fuck.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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While hanging around and chatting with folks, Nick was keen
to introduce me to couple, Patrick and Patrice, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that he was interested in playing with as a full swap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice was attractive with beautiful
long curly dirty blond hair that just called out to be touched.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They seemed confident, experienced,
self –assured and deliciously fun!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I hoped that our paths might cross later for a sexy encounter.</div>
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After dinner I enjoyed watching the costume contest and
seeing the amazingly creative outfits that people created or bought – including
a giant walking vulva!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From my
perspective, the after dinner entertainment tended to run on a bit too long at
the club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always found myself
wanting to cut out early and head for the play spaces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The club is a wonderful social venue,
but I really did go to the club for the awesome sex and diversity of sex
partners – male and female. </div>
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After all the formalities of the evening’s entertainment, I joined
the throngs of hot bodies on the dance floor for a couple of dances.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cut out pretty quickly in the
interest of knee preservation having recently had knee surgery. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I left Nick to his own devices on the
dance floor. Since I could not hang on the dance floor for long, I decided to
enjoy the hot tub and relax as I watched the sexual deluge descend upon the
soon to be very crowded play space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It would have been nice to dance more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The crowd was throbbing with energy and sexiness and the
music was spectacular. </div>
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I peeled off my costume and removed my Egyptian eye makeup
to prevent it from dripping off my face into the hot tub!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I encountered Ron and Nora in the
sleeping room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were changing
into their play attire and organizing their play bag, which contained several
kinds of lubricant, lots of vibrating play toys and plenty of condoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were heading back to the play
space with one of the couples (or maybe two couples…I was not really sure) from
their dinner table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was time to
get down and dirty and they were smart beating the crowds to the play
space!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like on our last weekend
out, I declined because I wanted them to have there own full swap opportunity
without my presence swaying the sexual choices especially since Ron’s e-mail
about needing to make sure that Nora was well fucked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Besides, who knew what or whom I may drum up on my own? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus I wanted to be careful with
Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not want to run off
with Ron and leave Nick hanging.</div>
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I joined a group already in the hot tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a bizarre mix of people and
frankly, boring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was the only
single woman in the hot tub with three couples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quite interestingly, the couples whose men obviously checked
me out when I placed my naked body into the tub with them had female partners
who purposefully took measures to exclude me from the conversation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a bizarrely overt move on their
parts and an experience way out of the character with what I had experienced at
the club. I opted to ignore the subtle passive aggressiveness that was bubbling
up around the hot tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever, I
was not making a move or showing obvious interest in any of their men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Couples can be so weird!</div>
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From the hot tub I watched Ron and Nora and their partners
go up to play; and surprisingly, I watched Nick and Mona head up to play, as
well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was surprised because Mona
was being courted by two other men earlier in the evening and I thought she
wanted to spend time with them before engaging with Nick – maybe she did and it
was quick (which happens….but too quick can really suck!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever, off they went and though I
did not know it at the time that was pretty much the end of the evening for
Nick and I.</div>
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A little while later I left the hot tub and wandered around
upstairs to see what naughty mischief I might be able to stir up for myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw Nick was fucking Mona on the
froggie chair nearest the bathroom, the most exposed location.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gave that entire side of the play
space a wide berth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not want
to put my energy in their space and I preferred not to have a close up feel of
their intimate fucking vitality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
found Ron and Nora and party on the opposite side of the play space occupying
my favorite froggie chair and surrounds. I could not really tell whom all was
involved in their sexcapades – Ron and another man were at the froggie chair
pleasuring a woman; Nora was hanging out nearby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stayed with Nora for a while, watched the copulatory
action, and checked out other sexploits from top to bottom, back to front, and
occasionally even more intimate views.</div>
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I left the Ron, et. al. contingent and headed on around the
circular play space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I passed
through the exotic, red play district with its exposed tiered beds and
occasional curtained bunks, I looked up to see Nick with his face between
Mona’s thighs consuming her pussy and his fingers tantalizing her cunt. As she
writhed and moaned on the chair, grinding her nether region into Nick’s face, I
watched for a brief moment. And then Nick looked up into the mirror directly at
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked at me for a brief
moment and the moved to suck on her nipples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We clearly saw each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still did not want to engage or interfere. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not know what Nick thought as he
gave me no signal or indication at all, just an unrevealing, masked stare. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I turned around and headed the
other way through the play area and down the stairs.</div>
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Eventually I headed back to the ballroom area to get a drink
and maybe dance a little, the sex scene upstairs was just not aligning for me
yet. I ran into a couple that Ron and I had initiated on their very first night
at the club several months ago. He recognized me and stopped me to chat and not
surprisingly, he invited me to dance with him and his wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I talked with them as a couple for a
bit about their recent hunting trip to Africa and other commonalities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we danced for a couple of songs
before I politely excused myself. They may have been interesting to play with
again, but she was unfortunately not comfortable enough in her skin to make eye
contact and indicate to me that she wanted to play with me as a threesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like last time, it was her husband
pushing the agenda – though I am sure that she was amenable – but I needed to
know that she wanted it too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
seemed like she would need a lot of hand holding and I did not feel up to
taking that kind of TCL approach with her when I was still experimenting and
sorting out my evolving bi-sexual interests and experiences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not yet confident enough myself to
take the bull by the horns and run with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I needed to be paired with a more experienced couple.</div>
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Rather fortuitously, shortly thereafter, I encounter the couple,
Patrick and Patrice, that Nick had introduced me to earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were both attractive, noticeably available
and visibly looking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood with
them in the center of the ballroom chatting and flirting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The conversation was a bit odd with
totally off the wall comments coming from him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She shrugged and said that he was just very contrary and
said things that were not always sensical but to just go with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish I could recall an example. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The confidence and sexiness that
they had exuded earlier in the evening was enough to have my interest
peeked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was cute and sexy with
luscious long curls and sexy stories of their erotic beach vacations to share.
Eventually we discussed going upstairs to play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was enthusiastic, but deferred to her for final
authorization to move forward with this new sexual exercise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Peculiarly this was the point where I
witnessed a chink in her self-assuredness. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had a hard time saying definitively that she wanted to go
upstairs and play as a threesome. She wanted it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she was uncomfortable saying she wanted it. And that is
an interesting and pervasive phenomena among women, including in the lifestyle,
from which I suffer as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why
do women feel reluctant to say what we want sexually?</div>
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As we rounded the corner to ascend the steps up to the third
floor play space we all stopped short and took notice of an FMF scenario
playing out on the white pedestal of the recessed sitting area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The three of them were in the throes of
heated oral and digital stimulation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He had his fingers in one woman’s cunt and his mouth on the other’s
pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was juggling and working
hard to keep the two women happy with two different actions at two different
rhythms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was taken a back by the
scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice said, ”Wow!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Look at that older man with those two
women.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I chucked, and said in a
low, conspiratorial voice, “That’s my husband.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was clearly surprised that it was my husband because in
that lighting he did look older being a white headed, white goateed gentleman
in an entirely white play environment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Something about all the white made him look a touch ghostly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And oddly Mona, owner of the pussy in
his mouth, looked younger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had
not a clue who the third woman was – still don’t.</div>
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Patrice and Patrick selected the lower bunk with
historically bad juju (<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-24th-hard-boundary-broken.html" target="_blank">see May 24<sup>th</sup></a>),
which gave me pause.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They both
sought a space with privacy and curtains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was a little surprised by this as they had seemed so experienced,
confident and comfortable in their sexually while out of the dance floor
earlier in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not
expect that they would seek seclusion. </div>
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Patrice and I began to play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kissed her and she tasted ever so slightly of sour milk,
and there was something uniquely familiar and indeed memorable in that taste but
I have still not been able to put my finger on the memory lodged deeply in the
recesses of my consciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice
was utterly delectable to kiss and I had probably the most fun I have ever had kissing
a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could have kissed her
for hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her urgency and
enthusiasm in response to my kiss was intoxicating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I caressed her breasts, sucked on her nipples and let me
hands roam over her upper body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Surprisingly she was shy about her body and at one point made me
exceedingly uncomfortable by telling me that she did not like her saggy boobs and
wished that she had my breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
did not know what to say to that half compliment and half self-criticism and
continued to kiss her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It makes me
sad that she felt like she needed to make excuses for her physical
imperfections.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all have them
and we all need to just get over ourselves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have found that in the swinging world, self-criticism is
always harsher and more hurtful than the thoughts that may be running through
the mind of our lovers of the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I loved her lips, had not even considered her breasts to be ‘saggy’
until she drew attention to them.</div>
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Patrick went down on me in such a soft and gentle way that I
could have easily fallen asleep to the lull of the warm, undulating rhythm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice told me that Patrick loved to
go down on women and could do that all day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My thought was, ‘Oh I hope not, because I needed more force,
pressure and urgency than this or I would surely fall asleep!” After a few
minutes of lapping, sucking and tracing over my labia and clitoris with his
soft, decidedly heated tongue, he leaned back and Patrice put her mouth on his
erect cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice leaned forward
on her knees, breasts swaying noticeably, and sucked him, diligently bobbing
her head up and down the length of his shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Patrick’s erection was stone hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrice leaned back, smiled and told him to fuck me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As can often be the case, the condom
application took some toll on the stiffness of his member.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he was still hard enough to fuck
and he thrust is waning cock into me without hesitation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But whether due to shyness or condom
hesitancy, his erection continued to abate, despite my ministrations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was astonishingly embarrassed and
apologetic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not mind at all,
but could say nothing that made him feel any better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was, like Patrice, his own harshest critic. </div>
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Patrice quickly sucked his lackluster dick again and pulled
him onto and into her. With his familiar and comfortable partner, his
condom-free cock sprang to life. They fucked ardently and aggressively with him
on top of her and her legs hiked up high allowing for added internal leverage,
which she clearly enjoyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With
each rapacious thrust she was obviously moving closer and closer to an
explosive vaginal orgasm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His cock
was taking her pussy to the impending, ultimate orgasmic sweet spot. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he rammed into her cunt, Patrick asked her what she wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked at me and smiled and said I
have what I want right here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wow,
the mood was incredible and the potential for amazing sex with her and Patrick
was exponential. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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And then calamity hit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was suddenly stuck with such an intense nausea and dizziness that I
had to excuse myself from our curtained love nest, and the play area
entirely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I immediately headed outside,
as the play area external door was open since the temperature in the play area
was far hotter than usual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many
writhing and copulating bodies in a confined space created a great deal of
heat.</div>
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I felt terrible!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I left Patrice and Patrick at the worst possible moment and I am sure
they were taken aback.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt
terrible for cutting out the way I did, but I thought being sick was a worst
option! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I very much regret that I
left when I did, but I was truly unwell in the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am sure it was either a momentary
glitch with dinner (which happens with some frequency at this club) or just a
feature of the intense heat and stuffy atmosphere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fresh air helped some. </div>
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I walked around the club a bit and got something to drink,
but was still feeling poor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
discovered Ron and Nora and the couple, Jessica and her husband James from
their dinner table whom they fucked earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were sitting as two tightly packed couples on a sofa in
the newly established upstairs lounge area. Various hands were engaged languidly
with assorted body parts – hands on cocks and in pussies. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I perched on Ron’s end of the sofa and
chatted with him a bit while Jessica stoked his recovering shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stood up with me for a moment hugged
and kissed me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He invited me to
join their foursome, but I excused myself legitimately pleading dizziness and
left the four of them to their own devices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I went to the sleeping area and took a nap for a while. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was truly nauseous and sidelined from
play for a few hours. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am pretty
sure that Ron and Nora came looking for me at some point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Likewise I have a vague recollection of
Nick checking on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a
fleeting recollection of worrying that those three would think that I was
hiding out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I was, in fact,
just not well. </div>
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After some undefined amount of time passed, I got up to pee
and discovered Ron and Nora alone in the beverage area of the club (which is
next to my ladies room of choice…because it is always warm).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No longer in the company of Jessica,
Ron was sexually friendly and suggestive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unusually, I declined and said I just need to rest. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They offered to lay with me,
cuddle and keep me warm with nothing more. I accepted because I was really
sorry not to be taking full advantage of the sexy evening opportunities and the
least I could do was experience his sexual energy by virtue of proximity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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So the three of us headed back to the sleeping area and
bedded down on their inflatable bed, which I had never done before. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I rested next to Ron and slowly began to come back to
life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We cuddled, touched and
talked for a long time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
eventually the touching became more intense in its energy transfer, predictably
enhancing my desire for more of Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The touch of his skin had a permeating warmth and a vibrant sexual energy
that my body just could not deny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I asked Ron if he wanted to go to the play space for more
than just cuddling and resting together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The answer was predictable, as Ron is always eager to please sexually
wanton women. Nora sarcastically joked that my stomachache must be gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then she oddly offered for us to
take the quilt back with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I said, “Nora, you know I am not taking your husband back there to
sleep!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we were off!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I headed to the upstairs play space and took the
first available space that we saw – a large top bunk with a curtain
option.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was literally at the
entrance to the top floor play area, but we did not want to pass up a free
space when space was at a premium on such a busy play night as Halloween. </div>
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We wasted no time and delved right into a ravenous round of
oral sex followed by a drenching session of fingering that set my G-Spot off
like fireworks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron’s touch was
exactly what I craved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My play
with Patrick and Patrice earlier had heated me up but had left me orgasmically wholly
unfulfilled. Ron’s fingers felt tremendous and my body responded fervently and
copiously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
It was an odd mental realization betwixt and between
phenomenally gratifying sexual acts to envisage that somewhere in the midst of
the sexual extravaganza that was Halloween, that my husband was surely fucking
someone – probably Mona – somewhere in the club, because otherwise he would
have probably sought me out. But, I had seen almost nothing of him since dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was perfectly content to play with
Ron, but I was missing the connection with Nick because we virtually always had
great sex when we are out at clubs amongst our sex with others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it seemed tonight that was not
going to happen.</div>
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Ron was thrusting his cock inside me and we were in the
throes of raucous, orgasmic sex when low and behold a club monitor popped her
head up into our play space and interrupted us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were short of breath, shocked by the intrusion and
nothing less than incredulous at the disruption.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wanted to know if we had brought a beer bottle up with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alcohol in the play space was explicitly
and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>emphatically prohibited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We both said no but tried to be in good
humor at the inopportune disturbance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We looked around the bed area to see if a bottle had been brought up
previously and nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However,
she did not seem entirely convinced, though she did leave. </div>
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It took Ron and I a few minutes to regain to our former copulatory
rhythm and carnal frenzy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then
he was fucking me hard ramming his cock into my hunger pussy. And my body was
quivering and shuddering with euphoric orgasms when, unbelievably, we were
disturbed again by a different club monitor looking for the offending beer
bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With this outlandish
second intrusion during our most intimate of moments, Ron and I were visibly
less than pleased and not nearly as accommodating as during the first unwanted
visit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron did not drink alcohol
at all and had not for many, many years. He had also been coming to this club
for just about as many years and was a very well known patron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So to have someone accuse him/us of
bringing a beer bottle into the play area was preposterous and unimaginable. We
were mildly vexed and utterly exasperated at the interruption.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our responses were somewhat offended, unequivocal
and dismissive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were not
bothered again.</div>
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But at this point, there was no returning to our former state
of ecstatic pleasure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We opted for
a relaxing soak in the hot tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
did, however, leave our things in the bed to reserve it for the night (not
really an allowale act, but what the heck, it was pretty late in the night.).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ironically Nick later reported to me
that he and Mona had been looking for a play space and had considered our space
until that saw that there were personal items in the bed.</div>
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After the hot tub, Ron and I shower off and returned
upstairs to see who was doing what where and with whom. Also known as
trolling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We rounded the back
corner heading through the steamy red play area and I saw Nick lying on a lower
bunk with Mona cuddled up beside him in what appeared to be for the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They looked content and serene. Nick
and I exchanged a few words. I said that it looked like they intended to spend
the night together and asked if that was his intention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said yes, and I said fine, and in
that case I would be with Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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And then he reached out to touch me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I did not reach back and, in fact,
I probably backed away slightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was not comfortable with his touch while Mona was so intimately curled up next
to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, I found it odd
that the few times that I had encountered them together during the evening that
in each instance she was very close in his personal space and did not give any
way at all in my presence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
held her ground at his side with a curious level of comfort and almost possession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This did not discombobulate me as much
as I was just flummoxed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I am
fucking another woman’s partner, my inclination is to back off respectfully and
give a bit of space if and when she approaches, unless she happens to be
engaged with us sexually. I routinely give way out of deference. I found it odd
that she did not.</div>
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On the surface I was fine with the sleeping
arrangement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What I was not fine
with was that Nick did not seek me out to confirm that this arrangement would
take place and that I was still okay with it….or that I was even ok in general.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had given a general positive nod to
the idea before the night began so I guessed that he had just assumed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nevertheless, having not connected at
all since dinner really, it felt like is was a minor violation that Nick had
not touched base with me to confirm that everything was good with me before
drifting off to sleep with Mona, which is seemingly where I found them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would never have gone to sleep with
Ron for the night without making sure that Nick was good with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, oddly Nick did not feel that same
compunction.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
So, Ron and I grabbed a blanket and headed back to our din
of iniquity and drifted of for a few hours of sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once Ron and I began to stir at the first rays of light,
there was no denying his renewed ardor and my voracious sexual desire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our sex began gradually, languidly and
passionately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Intensity and
yearning built exponentially as we touched and pleasured each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching, caressing, exchanging
energies, knowing that we were headed for something more profoundly
intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron’s fingers in my pussy
hit my G-Spot with exactly the right pressure and rhythm and I was in a state
of utter euphoric bliss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My body
was singing with absolute pleasure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was an incredible out of this world fingering G-Spot session that
fully awakened my body and jolted all my senses to absolute attention.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Then Ron suggested that we make use of one of the froggie
chairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was game but was for the
first time mildly uncomfortable with the logistics and proximity of what was
about to take place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We could
choose the froggie chair that was right next to the restroom, utterly exposed
and in the direct line of sight of Nick and Mona’s sleeping lair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or, we could select the froggie chair
that was off the main passage way in the sixties psychedelic locale but a mere
ten feet (if that) away from an ensconced Nick and Mona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Now, I knew that I was going to be more than a little
vocal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not possible for Ron
and I to play on a froggie chair without waking up the entire sleeping
contingent of recuperating, and sometimes hung over, sex-crazed revelers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With this knowledge firmly balanced on
the decision-making scales, I opted for the froggie chair closest to Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The option of sound alone seemed better
to me than a full on visual of an utterly splayed wife being fucked and
fingered to orgasmic oblivion accompanied by the cries of ecstasy that
inevitably accompany this animalistic act. If Nick did not want to see us fucking,
as he said he did not, he could make the choice to walk the other direction and
avoid the visuals all together. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However,
I figured if he had not already heard Ron and I frolicking in our elevated bunk
a little earlier that this would surely get his attention. And it did.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Before too long Nick peered around the corner to confirm
that indeed all that cacophonous sound was in fact coming from his wife. My
pussy sounded unbelievably wet to the point that there were literally sloshing
sounds as Ron’s fingers thrust vigorously in and out of my cunt. It was almost
discomforting how wet, receptive and bloody responsive my body was at that
moment given the proximity of Nick and our recent tensions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I could not for but a split second
draw my mind away from the incredible pleasure that I was experiencing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
When I saw Nick peer around the corner to discover me
fucking Ron I mentally bifurcated my thoughts and closed the door as tightly as
I could on Nick’s side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
purposefully chose to live in the very essence of the moment and revisit what
was hidden behind the other door later when ecstasy was no longer demanding and
consuming my thorough and exhaustive attention and focus. Of course later came
quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Behind door number two
was the discomfort of knowing that Nick did not want to be around me when I was
with Ron and I had wanted to respect that, but we were after all in the same
club with our respective lovers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
he had just spent the entire night from post-dinner to morning with Mona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had deliberately not done the same
out of respect for Nick’s need for me not to be all consumed by Ron, my desire
to give Ron the space that he craved with other women, my need to satisfy my
own continued fascination and aspiration for expanded sexual exploration with
new partners – male and female, and finally because I wanted for Nick and I to
connect and find our common sexual ground that had gone so horribly awry on our
recent outings together.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After Ron and I exhausted our fornicating potential on the
froggie chair we headed down for a nice relaxing soak in the hot tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We found ourselves joining a seemingly
unattached man with an Eastern European accent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His eyes were almost invasively exploring my body his desire
was so evident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A far more intense
and almost lecherous look and carnally explicit feel than American men feel
free to employ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew he wanted
to touch me. Ron knew he wanted to touch me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Ron’s second career is taking advantage of potentially
sexual situations to make fantasies come true….even if you never knew you had
that particular sexual fantasy.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron started kissing and fingering me in the hot churning
water and our friend moved closer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He asked if he could touch and needless to say I said yes….I do not
think I have ever said no to a sexual request at this club. I have always felt
safe, secure and respected in this environment (<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-24th-hard-boundary-broken.html" target="_blank">with one glaring exception</a>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So I found myself floating and drifting in steaming bubbly water with
two men their four hands and mouths all over and inside my body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our new friend presented his dick to my
mouth wanting me to suck him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
have often been reluctant to do so previously, but went with the sexy energy
and took his cock deep inside my mouth. And with almost no effort on my part,
he came.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
This was a first in the lifestyle for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Few men had ever come with me at all,
and only rarely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And no one in the
lifestyle had ever come in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And honestly, it was very poor form indeed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without prior permission it is an absolute no-no. But, nonetheless,
there I was with spunk in my mouth and most displeased about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That ended said sexy moment and I left
the hot tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was done.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After showering, Nick and I met up again at breakfast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was sitting with Mona for breakfast
as well as Patrick and Patrice, with whom I had played the evening prior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick moved beyond his prior seating
issues and said he wanted to share the breakfast table with both Mona and I, so
he invited Ron and I to join the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, what a weird
breakfast!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron was tense and did
not touch me even in the slightest way because he knew about Nick’s recently
declared discomfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile
Nick did not touch me either, though he maintained constant physical contact with
Mona and she with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was like
Switzerland, neutral territory where no one dared to tread. And since I had cut
out so abruptly on Patrick and Patrice, they were not really very talkative
either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an all around
awkward way to start the day.</div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-51331303678749750572013-12-04T23:31:00.002-08:002013-12-04T23:31:52.882-08:00October 12th, A Year of Non-Monogamomy <div class="MsoNormal">
After an afternoon movie and a nap at the hotel, Ron, Nora
and I headed back to the club for another night of sexcapades.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This night held special meaning for me
even as it was likely to be no different than any other night at this
club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was my one-year
anniversary of being non-monogamous. While there was no celebration and Nick
and I did not even talk about the occasion, it still resonated strongly with
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite all the ups and downs
over the last year, this had been one of the happiest years of my life. This
did not in anyway discount momentous events such as marriage and the birth of
my children, but overall I was consistently happier during this past year than
any other year in my adult life. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
discovered parts of myself that I could only have guessed about previously and
found physical pleasures greater than I knew existed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was infinitely more content with my very being and had
explored facets of myself that I did not know I possessed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that was a huge thing to celebrate.
So off we went on the first day of my second year in the world of ethical
non-monogamy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It only seemed
fitting to spend this night with Ron and Nora since they have accompanied me on
this journey from the very first night. </div>
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Soon after entering the club we discovered Madeline and Ben
in the dining area having dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was nice to see them, but I was not hungry and there was not room for
all of us in the booth, so I left the two couples and wandered around the club
checking out the potential for the evening and periodically checked in with the
group. </div>
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After a while they all migrated upstairs and joined the
frisky crowd for what was certainly going to be an interesting evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was leaning into Ron and enjoying his
physical proximity and his mildly aroused state when I saw Ben, Madeline and
Nora standing together in a frontside to backside row rather closely. Nora and
Madeline were being all sexy rubbing up against each other, clothed body full
on clothed body, breasts being exposed and openly tweaked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a sexy scene to watch and I knew
exactly where this was headed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Madeline
was a sexual sandwich between Ben and Nora just waiting to be devoured.</div>
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I excused myself for a visit to the ladies room and when I
returned I saw a train line up of Ben, Madeline, Nora and Ron all rubbing and
writhing their bodies together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They were a foursome and clearly headed to a play space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lightly grazed my hand along Ron’s
back and considered my options.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And uncharacteristically, I opted not to engage and allowed the four of
them the space and freedom together as two couples, without my presence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I deliberately opted not to join
as I felt that maybe Ron and certainly Nora would like the space and separation
from me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They went to a nearby
playroom near to the upstairs bar and adjacent to the top of the stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron graciously invited me to join, but
I declined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to give them
(and especially Nora) a break without me to play because I sensed that I was
sometimes a hindrance for Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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While the foursome played - and I assumed literally fucked,
(because don’t they always fuck when they are together?), I went off to try my
hand at connecting with an attractive couple as an elusive unicorn, an
available single woman for all intents and purposes in the moment, at least.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I scoped out a couple that was leaning
over the railing watching the sexy dancing below and sipping drinks. Sue was in
her late thirties, sported long straight blond hair, tall, and physically attractive
in the all-American kind of way. Her partner was a distinguished looking man
with a head of thick grayish dark hair, obviously fit, tall, and in his late
40-50s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were an attractive
couple by any measure. </div>
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There was an empty space next to them on the balcony rail so
I placed myself directly next to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an obvious move as they could not help but
notice that I was alone and that I was deliberately next to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before long we began talking and doing
the exploratory conversational dance to measure mutual interest in chatting or
more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Sue and I talked for quite a while about her lifestyle
history and their lifestyle experiences as a couple. I enjoyed learning about
them and how long they had been in the lifestyle and especially their
experiences with lifestyle cruises which are of particular interest to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were also a lot of unspoken exchanges
going on between the couple regarding me, them, and the time of the evening. I
stayed with them a while as a couple and talked with Sue mostly. Her partner
seemed a touch nervous and clearly deferred to Sue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a while he went downstairs for more drinks and I
stayed and chatted with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
was engaging and seemingly interested in the possibilities, but the most intriguing
part of the dynamic was her partner watching us like a hawk from the bar
below.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He evidently was waiting to
see what would transpire, attempting to measure Sue’s interest in me.</div>
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It was clear the power and decision-making authority rested
firmly in the hands of Sue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
also clear to me that it was really early in their evening routine for
decisions about play to be made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
Sue explained to me, they habitually do not move toward the play segment of
their evening until after a few drinks were under their belt to loosen them up.
Ah, so they were part of the swinging world where alcohol seems to be a
mandatory part of foreplay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Definitely not for me, as I find the pleasure to be infinitely more
exquisite without the dulling effects of booze. But, then again, maybe imbibing
would lead to reduced inhibitions and new adventures. But, probably not for me,
I would probably just get nauseous!</div>
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When her partner returned with fresh drinks for the two of
them, we all watched the dancers on the dance floor with an intense focus on
the sexy woman dancing in the elevated cage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The couple began to close the conversation a bit and
discussed how sexy the super thin caged lady was and how incredible her abs
were. And then they oddly discussed a comparison between Sue’s abs and those of
the woman dancing. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point I
opt to take an out. I excused myself leaving them with an open window to get
together later in the night. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was clear to me that it was too early in the evening for them to commit to play
as they still needed to drink, and dance with the beautiful people (and they
definitely exuded a beautiful people preference).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that is exactly what happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next time I saw them they were dancing with the abs lady
and her partner on the dance floor. </div>
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After leaving Sue and her partner, I hung out at the end of
the orgy bar upstairs and watched sexy people come and go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was adjacent the playroom where Ron,
Nora, Ben and Madeline were playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I voyeuristically peered in and they were clearly enjoying themselves. I
was standing very near one of the club volunteers, an attractive young black
man that was enjoying watching my backside sway to the music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though he was working and not allowed
to play, he was certainly busy flirting with me and practicing his pick up
lines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said something about my
rhythm, which was apparently, to his mind, better than most white women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He enjoyed watching my ass sway and
commented on how amazing it was – men have often told me that I have a black
girl’s ass, though I have never really understood what exactly that means.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was amused by his efforts and
flirting, but he was obviously a bit intimidated by me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At one point he resorted to
complimenting the pattern on my dress, which he said he liked because it was
African.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now hold on there,
African?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a hoot!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lived in Africa for four years and
the pattern of my dress was in no way African.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wow was this young man stretching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, stretching or not, it was too bad he was working or I
would have enjoyed his company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I continued to enjoy the music, which I usually deemed to be
far too loud with gutting wrenching reverberation, and enticing people
watching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just chilled out at
the end of the orgy bar and took it all in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in a strange and perplexing state of perpetual,
hypnotic voyeurism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
enthralled by watching people chat, dance, connect, play, suck, finger and fuck
with each other. Like last night, I found myself very content to not engage,
but rather to observe. I felt like I was in an otherworldly bubble, drifting
and floating around imminently untouchable.</div>
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After a while I noticed that Ron was no longer engaged in
the action with Madeline, Nora and Ben. He was reposed on the left side of the
bed watching the other three indulge themselves, Ben’s fingers thrusting away
at Nora’s pussy and Madeline enjoying touching Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I entered their sex-filled den and connected with Ron
briefly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I reached out and touched
his naked body, running my fingertips across his chest and shoulders feeling
the fresh residual sexual heat that emanated from his still pulsing body and
the perspiratory stickiness of a raucous good time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just the briefest touch of his moist skin and I knew that I
could not wait to have him inside me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had backed off this particular play session but at the touch of his
skin, I was all of a sudden ravenously impatient for a romp with Ron myself. </div>
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Knowing what I was thinking, Ron headed downstairs to
shower, freshen up and rejuvenate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I followed him down as far as the mid-night snacks and had a rare
chocolate chip cookie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That I actually
wanted and successfully consumed a cookie at midnight in a sex club was
outrageous for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had never
been able to eat anything at this time of night during sexy club play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then again, I had not been fucking anyone,
at all this evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unrestrained,
freewheeling sexual intercourse typically left me famished yet entirely unable
to touch food until the next morning, even the smell of food turned me away
after a royally good fucking evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I guessed that my insides were so intensely heated and jarred by the
physicality of the fucking that there was just not space in my being for that
sort of nourishment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So
clearly I was way off my game on that night, sitting there eating a cookie! And
that was more than a bit disturbing and rather thoroughly discombobulating.</div>
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Sometime a little later I passed the same sexy couple from
my flirtations earlier in the evening on the steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were alone and they both gave me a very warm and
inviting smile, so I guessed that the abs lady and her partner had not panned
out quite to their expectation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They seemed happy and a touch excited to see me again, but I was already
on a mission and had plans with Ron at this point (though I am sure he would
have welcomed the company).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So maybe
on a future club visit we can connect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This had been an experimental jaunt for me and honestly, I was
uncomfortable trying to initiate the ‘couple connection’ as a unicorn and did
not feel super successful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, maybe
I laid groundwork for another time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Perhaps it was just a good practice session of trying to reach out for a
couple to play with – couples have pretty much always come looking for me
previously and I had zero practice in recruiting a couple myself. </div>
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I actually find playing with couples to be somewhat
treacherous territory, as one can never really know their desires nor understand
the vagaries of their couple dynamics that operate just below the surface.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do they want me for her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For both?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
what level of play and touching is desirable? What is off limits? And I am
often attracted to her and not him, or him and not her, but they come as a
package! And where are the lines in the sand that must be honored.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had yet to enter a couple dynamic with
full disclosure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather it was a
bit of trail by fire. Couples were complicated and difficult to navigate and I
still could not decide if they were worth it!</div>
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A newly invigorated Ron and I went to a nearby playroom on
our own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nora, Ben and Madeline
were still otherwise engaged and we did not think Ron would be missed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The door was open, the curtains left
askance so we would certainly be easy to find it anyone was looking for us. Ron
and I were intensely focused and sexually aggressive with each other in a
series of oral, fingering and fucking acts that brought us both ecstatic
pleasures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had been in each
other’s presence all day but had not actually touched and engaged each other sexually
for the entire day so some sexual tension had built between us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that might well have been a record
amount of time that we had spent together without actually fucking each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had purposefully deferred earlier from
engaging with the group activity, but was wanton and ravenous by the time Ron
and I emerged upon the opportunity to satisfy our mutually libidinous sexual
appetites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Once our initial rapacious burst of sexual energy was dissipated,
we glanced at the wide open door to see a thirty something man with dark hair
with a tantalizing bohemian look studying us intently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually Ron quite often watched the
door while he fingered me or even while we fucked, presumably not wanting to
let a potential opportunity pass us by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was usually too consumed with my own pleasure to even remember the
door was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We invited the man,
who was sexy in an intriguingly dark and subversive way, with a twinge of
pessimistic worldliness about him, to join in our sexual frolicking, and more
specifically in fucking me, but he declined saying, “I am content to watch “
with a curiously judgmental tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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With his declination to engage, an older man emerged and promptly
accepted our play invitation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
possessed a lengthy, generous, promising cock that was sure to please.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Ron commented on the impressive
size and how I was ‘really going to like this one.’ And with a glance down
between his thighs, the butterflies in my groin instantly and urgently confirmed
my own interest in this new member. However, when Mr. Impressively Big Dick presented
himself to me to suck his cock, and I began to comply, Ron told him he would
have to wear a condom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He promptly
applied said sheath but did not seek to engage me through penetration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather he wanted to only have his dick
sucked. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not super
interested in sucking on a condom-clad cock because it tasted of latex and that
is just not very appealing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Further, I really only wanted to suck his cock if it was going to lead
to a good hard fuck by his glorious cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sucking cock is fun but in these circumstances, only as a prelude to
deep penetration and a good hard fuck.</div>
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But this man with his beautiful cock did not do penetration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>House rules.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was allowed to play but his cock was reserved for his
partner’s pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really, it would
have been nice if he had been upfront about his limits so as to better manage
expectations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mine in particular!
This would have been a perfect opportunity for an ‘elevator speech.’ But, he
did not make anything clear up front other than his desire for me to suck his
big hard cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bummer. While I was
recovery from my slight disappointment at the loss of a potentially fun
penetrative sexual act, Ron began to finger me causes amazing squirts. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think Ron knew by now that as
the evening goes on and as I get more ramped up I just get easier and easier to
make climax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And his fingers are
pure gold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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After some amazing G-spot ejaculatory orgasms, the
non-penetrative gentleman went down on my very wet and swollen pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mouth was nice, soft, gentle and
warm, but simply did not know where my clit was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a very pleasant experience but there was absolutely
nothing arousing about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather
it kind of made me want to curl up and drift off into a nice warm, cocooned
nap. During all of this time a young dark-haired (maybe Hispanic) couple
watched us from the foot of the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Never touching. Never approaching. Never even communicating with us in
any way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sucked her partner’s
cock and they evidently got off by their proximity to our less restrained
sexual exploits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They enjoyed our
company without any interaction whatsoever.</div>
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Ron and I made our way to the showers, which the sex clubs
so generously provide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aside from
rinsing off, it is a nice way to enjoy the company of another naked, slippery
body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I have never been much
of a fun person to shower with, my interest in showers and sharing of showers
has been increasing over the last several months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And these days I actually expect to have company in the
shower at clubs and hotels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Beyond
a functional hygienic necessity, showering together has become an enjoyed
shared intimacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Unfortunately, this shower was marred slightly by the
appearance of an exceptionally wasted woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was not much positive about a clearly intoxicated
woman placing herself in the chair at the entrance of our shower stall and hanging
her head into a trash receptacle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That unfortunate incident put an immediate kibosh on that shower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew that I needed to get clear of
this woman and fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her hurling
was not going to do anything for my evening other than possibly make me
hurl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I high tailed it out of there
as quickly as I could dry off and dress.</div>
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Later in the night I found myself on one of the leather
sofas by the dancing pole. I was on Ron’s left and Nora was on his right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron had his fingers in Nora’s pussy and
I had Ron’s cock in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
were playing around for a while when I looked up and rather surprisingly saw
that Nora had some guys cock in her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had not a clue from whence he came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was suddenly just there, erect hard
cock, being sucked avidly by Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Bam! These things do seem to materialize in strange ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somehow the four of us managed to
communicate a desire to ramp up the action a bit and before I knew it we were
in the fish bowl. </div>
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Ron and I were on the right side of the bed (from my
vantage) sucking, fingering and fucking in familiar, yet erotically charged,
and astounding climactically productive ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Familiarity over the course of many months had lead to an
almost Pavlovian physical response to Ron’s fingers on my G-Spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I squirt routinely and predictably and,
these days, seemingly more copiously. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wet spots and drenched towels are par for the course when
fucking in the clubs lately. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nora
and this other man were on the other side of the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was fingering her and she was really vocal and
enthusiastic in her responses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nora seemed to really be enjoying his touch and technique. </div>
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As always, I was enjoying my sexual play with Ron and Nora
seemed quite happy to play with the black guy, whose name I never heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was perfectly content and comfortable
with the dynamic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then Ron
asked for a switch. He enjoyed his wife, Nora, and the heated, staunchly erect
nameless guy fingered me, and managed to make me squirt, as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was again surprised that the touch of
another so readily led to an ejaculatory response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, in hindsight, I think that unrestrained, wild sexual
abandon combined with hours of on again off again play that my G-Spot was just
ripe for the picking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
black man with his somewhat diminutive though stone hard cock wanted to fuck me
now that he had successfully made me cum with just his fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said that he most certainly could
fuck me, if he put on a condom, he said absolutely, great…but he could never manage
to stay erect and get a condom on…so never sealed the deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I learned later that he had not fucked Nora either, but I
did not know that for certain at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If he had, it would have been condom free, because this guy
could not keep an erection with a condom to save his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ah well, I did not feel a loss here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The weekend had been strange and sex
was just not the end all for me this weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being present and in good erotic, company was enough to keep
me purring.</div>
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While the cock failed to comply with the condom application,
another man in dress pants, a white button down shirt and a tie leaned against
the window watching the scene with a lustful eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron invited him to join our group play but he declined
repeatedly saying that he would just enjoy the view. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that he did, with occasional sidebar commentary. It
turned out that the well-dressed guy outside the window was not allowed to
fuck, but he was apparently allowed to watch and touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He watched, conversed, got me water,
and generally enjoyed the show.</div>
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Around this time, Madeline and Ben came in to say
good-bye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sitting naked on
the bed I leaned forward to hug Madeline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And then I kissed her and then really kissed her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Madeline was a fun woman to kiss and
one of the few women that I actually really enjoy kissing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her mouth and tongue are delectable and
velvety.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I kissed her I could
feel her reluctance to leave and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ben
unzip his fly releasing his already hard cock, stroking it with pleasure.
Madeline smiled and lustfully said that she really looked forward to seeing me
the next time I was going to be at the club. And then Madeline, Ben and Nora
departed the play space.</div>
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Ron and I started playing again and his fingers inside me
made me buck and squirm with delirious, intoxicating pleasure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He made me squirt like crazy, even gushingly
so at one point…what the heck, my body was not my own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was seriously amazed at my capacity
for this tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I was sooo
relaxed, or so raw and sensitive….I was certainly not this quick to squirt in
the early part of the night. It did seem to take some effort to get the
squirting machine running earlier in the evening, but once it got revved up it
was impressive.</div>
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After another orgasmic round and with no obvious takers, Ron
and I relaxed and I covered myself with a white cotton sheet because I was unexpectedly
chilled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I was resting from
what had turned into a long session of fingering, sucking and fucking; another
man apparently asked Ron if I wanted another cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now at this point I had been abundantly exposed, on absolute
erotic display in utterly uninhibited, intimate sexual arrangements for quite
sometime; the door and window had been wide open for any takers; and the
invitation to fuck me had been quite explicit and it was clear that men or
couples could join our play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But,
shyness, hesitancy, reluctance or whatever it was had gotten the better of most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had he joined in earlier, I would have
gladly fucked him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But at this
point I was regrettably rude and said something to the effect of ‘sure, as long
as I do not have to do the work’ – super rude, I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that, he went away. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I should have been kind to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I if he wanted to fuck me he
should have said so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead he
delayed his expression of interest and couched it in a manner that seemed to be
to fulfill my insatiable sexual needs, as if he might be doing me a favor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not need a favor.</div>
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The next thing I know, a young couple climbed in the window
and occupied the space on the bed directly next to Ron and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without a word or even a glance in our
direction, they started to play. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and I were mildly perplexed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Were we allowed to touch??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Could I kiss
her??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a bit ambivalent but
did not really say no, so I kissed her once gently on the lips and she did not
respond.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kissed her neck and fondled
her breasts briefly and then took her nipples in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her partner was clearly very enthusiastic
about this action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, she
was decidedly ambivalent and more than a little tense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wanted her to remove her dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did not want to remove her
dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She kept her eyes closed
tightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was very quickly
glaringly apparant that she was here because he wanted her to be not because
she wanted to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that is no way to play in a swingers
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I only touched non-sexually after that – a hand on her thigh
or a caress of her calf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted
to be supportive and not sexual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
did not wish to escalate her already palpable anxiety. Her partner went down on
her, and then reached down and took my hand with out my consent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He guided my hand to between her legs
and urged me to touch her pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
did not engage and withdrew my hand while she shifted her body away making it obvious
to everyone, other than maybe her partner, that she was not eager for this type
of sexual interaction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was uncomfortably
reluctant and did not appreciate being a pawn in his plan when at this point is
was very clear that she did not want the bi-sexual play nor did she want
another man to touch her, which, to his credit, Ron picked up on almost
immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I sat at the end of the bed dodging errant spiked heels
while the couple played.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
getting ready to leave the play space when out of seemingly nowhere, the fully
dressed guy climbed through the window to play with me a bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reached between my thighs almost
immediately and put his hand on my pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Before I knew it his fingers were deep in my cunt and he fingered my
pussy until I squirted with orgasmic pleasure while he sucked and caressed my
breasts, all the while he was fully clothed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I explored his overly full front pants pockets wondering
what the heck was making such a knotty bulge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It sure was not his cock!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had everything but the kitchen sink in his front trousers
pockets as he had opted to not use a locker for his valuable that evening. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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After not finding what I was looking for in his fully
clothed lower half, I called it a night. The evening had been a bit
surreal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I passed on what would
have been excellent group sex with Ron, Nora, Madeline and Ben; and was all
other worldly focused on my voyeuristic self for quite a long time; I had great
sexual play with Ron; fucked someone completely unmemorable; and had odd
encounters with two men who operated with explicit play restrictions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was impressed that these two
different men were fully compliant and willingly abided by their sexual
agreements with their significant others, and even more impressed that the
fully clothed gentleman late in the evening was able to be explicit in what his
boundaries were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a much
better approach that the one that Mr. Big Dick took early on in the
evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Weird night all around! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I dressed and departed the fish bowl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nora was still sitting at the orgy bar
where she had been watching our antics. We collected ourselves and headed off
to our shared motel room for the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As unusual for me as portions of the two nights had been, I felt like
things were as they should be and I was deeply content.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would have been nice to literally experience
more men sexually through actual penetration, but I was sated nonetheless. No
complaints, just limited variety, but that was partially my fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I was utterly and thoroughly content
with the sexy weekend of non-monogamy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron, being one of my favorite lovers, and Nora, his
incredibly supportive wife, were natural partners to pass into my second year
of a life filled with non-monogamous sexual adventures, sheer fantasy and
exquisite pleasures. </div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">This was my weekend out. After all the ups and downs in the last
several weeks with Nick, I just wanted an easy, no stress, zero drama,
sex-filled weekend. So I chose to head down to the club where it was easy to
get laid without connections, without establishing the foundations of
friendships or relationships, without expectations for anything more than
animalistic carnal merging and subsequent climactic euphoria. I sought
simple, no nonsense, no strings attached, light-hearted sexual play.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I met up with my favorite play partner and his wife – a couple that
thankfully never brings drama to the table – for a guaranteed fun, sexy
weekend. It had been quite sometime since I was able to enjoy Ron for the sheer
physical pleasure of the moment without being surrounded in residual external
drama and internal angst. I was really looking forward to just
living in the moment this weekend and focusing only on ecstatic bliss and easy
friendship with Ron and Nora.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Ron and Nora arrived ahead of me at the motel that we were to share for
the weekend. Getting out of town had been particularly harried for me and
it showed. I somehow managed to forget to bring the sexy bra to go under
the dress I wanted to wear for the evening, yet I had managed to bring a
whopping seven (yes, SEVEN) pairs of shoes (boots, sandals, heel and just
regular comfortable shoes). Now I was perplexed. This was not a
good indicator of my state of mind nor did it bode well for the weekend in
front of us. What the heck?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I managed to dress for the evening feeling lamentably less sexy than
usual. I hated starting a potentially awesome sexy night with a
self-imposed mental handicap, but there I was. We left the motel and
headed out to the club and I had high hopes despite my somewhat discombobulated
self. Ron asked me, as he sometimes does, if there was something I wanted
to make happen that night. He enjoyed helping to arrange sexual fantasies
and had been instrumental in making some of my fantasies come true this past
year – though not because I was able to tell him what I wanted but rather by virtue
of circumstance and the fact that Ron was permanently rearing to go for just
about any heterosexual action imaginable. Unfortunately, I was incapable
of identifying a particular fantasy to share in response to his generous query.
What I really wanted was a relaxed, easy-going, ‘ordinary’ sex-filled night
with Ron and whoever crossed our collective path. Nothing had been
ordinary and comfortable since Memorial weekend (<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-24th-hard-boundary-broken.html" target="_blank">May 24th</a> and <a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-25-day-after-and-then-some.html" target="_blank">May 25th</a>) and I wanted the old normal returned
to its former glory.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Shortly after arriving at the club, Nora dispatched Ron and I off to a
room to fuck. She said it ever so slightly nicer than that, but was
mercilessly direct. Needless to say, Ron and I were enthusiastically
eager to engage in urgent wanton, concupiscent sexual exploits. So we did as we
were told. We selected an upstairs room just off the main thoroughfare and left
the door wide open. Ron reached up and opened the small curtain so anyone so
inclined could peer through the window and watch our play; and those brave
enough could enter our libertine den and join our libidinous carnal
extravaganza.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">We kissed intensely and ardently; tongues, lips and mouths urgently
merging together; his hands in octopus fashion were everywhere on my body all
at once. Wasting no time we stripped down, physically exposing our bodies
for each other, and climbed onto the crisp white cotton sheet that covered the
large mattress. We found ourselves in the familiar 69 arrangement with
Ron’s head firmly ensconced between my thighs and his cock in my mouth. Ron’s
mouth was voraciously situated on my pussy with his tongue earnestly and
artfully teasing my clitoris and vulva. His hard cock filled my mouth. I
licked hungrily and sucked greedily, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his cock in
my mouth all the while wishing that my oral talents included deep-throating
because I really wanted to take him (and other men) so very deeply, but, alas
intense gagging was not something I aspired to. So I licked and sucked and
danced around the head of his cock enjoying the feel of his firmness on my
tongue, my lips and my cheeks. I discovered that a hard cock caressing my
lips, rubbing around my mouth, brushing up against my cheeks and face was
startlingly erotic for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I was deeply lustful and could scarcely wait for his cock to be deep
inside me. His initial thrust inside my pussy was so delightfully warm
and filling that I smiled languidly and moaned with unadulterated pleasure.
The feeling of Ron’s cock entering me for the first time in an evening was
splendid. It was intensely satisfying and I savored that first
penetration of the night as I do each time we come together. I think the girth
of his cock and the thrilling energy it exudes was the magical key to my
pleasure at this the simple act of penetration. Even before vigorous
thrusting began, my body responded delightedly to simply the feel of his cock
resting inside my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">We fucked ardently and I began climaxing before I knew what was
happening. Ron pounded his cock inside me and my pussy gripped and grabbed at
him with each thrust as my internal orgasms just started to roll through my
body. Over and over again bringing that euphoric canal bliss that was
utterly addictive. And in a rare occurrence, Ron climaxed as well.
Ron rarely experiences a full-on orgasm on a sexy weekend, with me anyway.
In the lifestyle, men do not generally seek to reach this orgasmic point of no
return because it often puts them out of commission for a period of time –
otherwise perfectly good playtime - for recuperation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Once Ron climaxed he sought to continue pleasuring me with his amazingly
skilled fingers and by inviting anonymous men into the room to fuck me.
Ron was always very considerate about checking with me before extending such
intimate invitations and even during the subsequent play he would lean over and
whisper a question in my ear to ensure that I was indeed consenting to all that
was taking place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">The first man to fuck me was an absolute dud. Without any
preamble, he stuck his shaft in me, pumped away, came and was done.
Really? That’s it? I have had ‘quickie’ men several times at this club.
They seem to be in it for an ejaculation with an anonymous pussy and that is
it. They do not realize the potential for other worldly pleasure that a
more leisurely approach could bring for them….and me! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">The next erect cock to come my way was a little more fun. I know
that sounds crass, but really we are just fucking each other and names and
personal details are sometimes irrelevant. He presented his
smallish rigid cock to my mouth for me to suck. And I sucked it hard and
greedily. My enthusiasm for sucking cocks had been rather limited, apart
from a select fortunate few whom I always enjoyed taking in my mouth. But
for this weekend I decided that I wanted to move into the world of cock
sucking. I am not sure how the plan was formulated or when it went into
effect, but there I was sucking this man’s cock like there was no tomorrow. I
enjoyed him, not for length or girth, but rather for the incredible stiffness
and the fun verbal reaction that my mouth on his cock elicited from him.
He was saying, “Oh man, she loves to suck cock!” And, “Oh, man she really loves
to fuck!” as he watched me get fucked. Ron responded by saying, “Yeah,
she does.” And truly they were right. I loved fucking and I loved
sucking that man’s rock hard cock. I sometimes think I could fuck and
maybe even suck all night long if an appropriately packaged opportunity
presented itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">After this initial fucking jaunt, Ron and I showered and hung out for
quite a while, people watching and considering our options. I had no idea
how Nora spent her time while we fucked. She had encouraged Ron and I to
go off and seemed fine when we returned. I imagined she peeked in at the
action at some point given that we left the door and curtains open and were
near a major thoroughfare in the club. Nora would often popped in and out when
we were fucking so I am sure she knew where and what Ron and I were up to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">After some absolutely complete down time, which I oddly enjoyed (and I
later discovered that Ron felt was ‘boring’ time – i.e. no sex), we spied a
tall, way overly well-dressed black man named Robert. He was standing
right next to Nora. I leaned over and whispered to her that he was sexy
and she should go for it and ask him to play. And to my mild
astonishment, she did! But, she asked him to play with the three of us as
a foursome. Which was nice but totally unexpected. Robert had
saddled up next to Nancy and I took him to be interested in fucking her and
assumed that she would ask him to play with her not all of us. But, maybe
after a year I still did not understand how Nora and Ron operated as a couple.
In any event, I had meant that Nora should ask for herself. Of course, I
was interested as well and did not refuse. But, in hindsight, I should
have declined.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">We looked for a room but all the playrooms were jam packed with
writhing, naked bodies in one state of copulation or another. And they stayed
that way for a considerable amount of time. The only available option was the
wide-open orgy bed in the middle of the upstairs area and Robert was expressly
uninterested in that level of exhibitionism…and truth be told, I have yet to
play in that space for much the same reason. I actually did not mind that
the rooms were all busy. I was enjoying just hanging out, which was a
rare thing for me at a sex club. Usually I am all about getting fucked as
much as possible (more slut than swinger when I am in this mode).
Everything just seemed remarkably relaxed to me and I did not feel stress or
urgency or anxiety. I was just calm. So it was ok for me to wait around
and people watch. I was approached several times during the wait and it
was fun to just chat with people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Eventually the four of us found a free play space in the back of the
couple’s room on the futon to the right. Ron, Nora and I immediately began
disrobing and Robert hesitated. He was new to the scene and was not
entirely used to the ‘strip and fuck’ routine. While I missed gradually
falling into a bed before lascivious sex with roaming hands erotically removing
each other’s attire piece by piece in a more intensely erotic lead up to
premier passionate sex, I have seen little of that in the swinging lifestyle.
I definitely did think a slow reveal would add to the eroticism, intensity and
quality of a sexual encounter, but at this point, I was not out to change the
swinging world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Ron and I took the left side of the bed and Nora and Robert the right.
Ron carried me straight to ecstatic orgasm, wasting no time whatsoever. I was
incredibly responsive, as the evening’s lull had served to make my pussy hungry
for some lascivious action. Next to us, Nora was perceptibly quite
pleased with the pleasure produced by Robert’s fingers in her pussy.
I recall reaching over and stroking Robert’s body as he pleasured Nora.
His skin was smooth as silk and absolutely enticing. It reminded me of
the feel of my black athletic lover back in college: tight, silky and a sheer
delight to touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">At some point in the orgasmic frolicking, Ron asked Robert if he wanted
to switch partners. I was fine either way, and am always happy with Ron
as a sex partner, whether he be fucking me or making my G-Spot squirt with
intense, uncontrollable pleasure. Regrettably as it turned out, Ron
initiated the partner switch before Robert had actually fucked Nora – though I
did not learn of this until later. When I was being pleasured, I did not tend
to keep track of who was fucking whom around me. I was consumed with my
own sensations as I was firmly entrenched in my own moment of carnal delight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Robert moved to my side of the bed and Ron to Nora’s. Robert
tasted my pussy and licked between my pussy lips and flitted around my clitoris
sucking gently. He finger fucked me making me moan and writhe with
pleasure. Nora was right; he was good at this! He finger fucked me
and before I knew it, my pussy squirted in response. I was stunned that my body
reacted so with him and with such ease! Robert seemed more that a little
pleased with my response to his sexual talents. My squirting was an
achievement that only a few have attained, but it seemed to be something that
my body was learning to do more readily and was eager to share with more than
the select few. And oddly, I think that the anonymity of the sexual
experience added to the wanton abandon that allowed for my body to relax and
release so fully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Robert’s cock was stone hard and my hands cupped firmly onto his
exquisitely tight ass. His derriere was taut in the way that only black
men’s backsides can be….an utterly luscious trait that I have never encountered
in white men. He rammed his superb condom-clad cock into my swollen, wet, and
very willing pussy. He felt magnificent inside me and to my touch,
as my hands roamed up and down his silky smooth, muscular back and firm ass.
It was a mind-boggling multisensory smorgasbord. The pressing of the
weight of his rapacious trembling body on mine and the brilliant sensations
encompassing my most expansive sensory organ, the skin, was so intensely
pleasurable that for the first time, I experienced an internal conflict about
which erotic carnal sensation to should focus my attention. My
integumentary system, being full of succulent, lascivious tactile receptors,
was overloaded with intensely pleasurable stimuli throughout my body.
While, my fervently, engorged pussy was pulsing and quivering on the edge of
orgasmic oblivion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Robert’s raspy ardent voice whispered in my ear; telling me that he
wanted to hear my breath as I teetered on the brink of climactic bliss.
He fucked me hard alternating between a grinding circular motion in which his
gorgeous shaft stroked every nook and cranny of my cunt and an unyielding
thrusting that pounded his cock into the depths of my licentious pussy.
He fucked me with a rhythm and cadence that was intermittently on my G-Spot
causing me to achieve a series of rapid, explosive orgasms. What
intoxicating bliss fucking can be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">When all was said and done, Robert dressed quickly, making sure his
tickets to the upcoming Halloween Party were safely deposited in his coat
pocket. He turned heel quickly and walked away from us without a word or
a look back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Nora, Ron and I called it a night and headed back to our motel to rest
up for another sex-filled night.</span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-84701836375532559602013-11-17T23:59:00.002-08:002013-11-17T23:59:18.047-08:00October 1st, Alone At LastCuming soon...Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-50328180318490541742013-11-16T20:17:00.000-08:002013-11-16T20:17:19.406-08:00September 28th, The Weekend That Wasn’t: Part II<div class="MsoNormal">
After a three-hour drive in torrential rain we arrived at
the restaurant just in time to meet Ron and Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and Nora were dressed to the nine’s for Posh Night at
the club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nora was wearing a long
overcoat that made me smirk with a bit of naughtiness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the perfect coat to wear when
one had nothing on underneath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of
course, Nora was wearing a nice, if very little, sexy dress underneath with
sparkly earrings dangling from her ears. But every time I looked at her I could
not help but think she could be naked under that coat! Despite my mental play
with Nora’s wardrobe and my desire to reach out and touch Ron, I was uptight
and reserved. All four of us were palpably tense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I had talked to Nick earlier in the day about his
conversational intentions for the dinner but I was still excruciatingly apprehensive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick had called the group to the table
and no one knew quite what to expect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ron and Nora were treading carefully. Both Ron and Nora had expressed a
repeated desire to have a solid four-way friendship between our two
couples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I doubted that was in the
cards given Nick’s unpredictable history with Ron as my preferred extra-marital
playmate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick still seemed to
suffer from an evolving and unpredictable uneasiness and jealousy that I simply
could not comprehend.</div>
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After a brief wait we were shown to our table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick excused himself for the men’s room
as we were being seated. Ron asked where he should sit and both Nora and I
indicated that he should sit with Nora….far away from me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and I typically would sit together,
but I knew that Nick would not react well to seeing Ron sitting next to me when
he returned from the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How
very strange for me that something so small would set him off, but I was sure
it would.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick’s ability to draw
things out of proportion had been striking over the last many months. In fact, Nick
recently brought up the fact that I sat next to Ron at our last successful sexy
outing instead of with him, as a source of discomfort, nay jealousy. In fact,
it was not uncommon to not to sit with one’s spouse while in the clubs,
especially before and after play. So I was surprised that this was an issue and
had not attached significance to it. Nick obviously had. </div>
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I was not planning to order anything alcoholic since I would
rather not indulge in alcohol much on potential play nights. But then I
realized that I was so tense that I was actually holding my breath and
literally not breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
that state I was not going to have fun anyway, so I might as well have a drink
and try to induce an artificial state of relaxation. We ordered dinner and
engaged in perfunctory chitchat for some time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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About half way through dinner Nick started talking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot really recount what precisely was
said, but Nick was probably more direct and sharing with his feelings than was
comfortable for Ron. Ron and Nora listened for a long time saying very
little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick compared Ron to a
silverback gorilla in terms of his dominant tendencies with others, women in
particular.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron does tend to be
fairly dominant as a man, though I have never felt that there was any conscious
intent and certainly no mal intent on his part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But other men do sometimes view him in a more strongly dominant
position – whether that was a function of Ron’s actions or the insecurities of
other men, I could not know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do
not focus on these particular traits nor do I feel troubled by them in any
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just try to enjoy Ron simply
for what he offers me: a non-threatening, comfortable friendship (with both
Rona and Nora) with exceptional sexual benefits.</div>
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However, I was fairly certain that Nick would not agree with
my perspective from his external view of the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron’s automatic proximity to me when we
were in a club environment sent an unambiguous message to other men and was an
unmistakable inhibitor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes
I did not mind this and sometimes it bothered me when I saw my range of sexual
opportunities limited by my proximity to Ron, but I do not believe it was ever
intentional on Ron’s part. (Just to be totally fair here, Ron also opened a lot
of incredibly fun sexual opportunities for me that probably would not have come
my way had I not been playing with him at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It goes both ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There are advantages and disadvantages to every situation.)</div>
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Somewhere in the conversation, Nora spoke up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She heard what Nick was saying and was
able to reflect back his feeling and emotions so that Nick felt heard and
validated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something he could not
get (or would not accept) from me because I am largely the center and in some
cases the unequivocal source of his angst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My attempts had often been met with indirect confrontation,
blatant misunderstanding and sometimes even a low level of simmering hurt and anger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Nick later told me that he felt like Nora really understood
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He so rarely talked to people
in the lifestyle about what he was experiencing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been encouraging him to share with others who
understood the world we were occupying these days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, his opportunities had been few and in general his
motivation to do so had not been present.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In the recent past he told me that he did not want to talk to anyone
other than me about what he was feeling and experiencing as a result of our
non-monogamous path….and you can see how well that has gone!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I, on the other hand, had several
people that I choose to talk with who helped me keep everything in perspective
and bring me down when I got all worked up in my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I had on occasion been able to work
through some of my issues and neutralize potential ill feelings through
conversations with others instead of bringing them to the table with Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick on the other hand did not have
that luxury and frankly, I have suffered for it. And so has he. </div>
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At some point in the conversation the topic of<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/10/september-6th-firsts-firsts-and-more.html" target="_blank"> September 6<sup>th</sup></a> came up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a bizarre, crazy sexy weekend with
lots and lots of sex – here, there and everywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was also a perplexing experience for me, as well as for
Ron and Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick’s behavior was
new and was perceived as being somewhat sexually aggressive that weekend by me
and apparently by Ron and Nora as well. It seemed like Nick had been out to
prove something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
dominance?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His sexual acumen? His
primacy in our relationship?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No
one knew. This was one of the few points that Ron and Nora brought up at the
dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fact that Nick seemed
to be out to aggressively substantiate something (but what?) the last time we
were all together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were
flummoxed by his actions, as I had been as well.</div>
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Interestingly this was one of the few takeaways that Nick
brought up later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt like he
was being verbally chastised for being himself that night. He had been adamant
about having found his comfort zone and that his behavior was the new
Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though in our twenty plus year
relationship I had never experienced this Nick. So, the ruling was still out on
my end.</div>
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After dinner we all departed with a ‘see you at the club’
left hanging in the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There
were no clear requests made, no expectations outlined, nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything was wide open and undone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick had had a chance to share what was
going on inside his head, but there were no next steps, no plans forward, no transparent
understandings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I left the
restaurant with an ambivalent wary feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no idea how the evening would proceed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no clue if Nick wanted to be
around Ron and Nora or not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick
had gone from supportively encouraging me to fuck Ron because he knew how much
I took pleasure in and had benefited from my sexual experiences with Ron and wanting
to voyeuristically watch our corporeal merging; to not wanting to be anywhere
in the vicinity of Ron and I; to sitting down for a cordial dinner to shed
light on his anxieties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt
like I was on a wild, extended roller coaster ride and was getting seriously
nauseous at all the high speed twists and turns that I was experiencing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not know which frame of mind Nick
was in or what he wanted for the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We were heading to the club cold, unprepared, and prepped for nothing
more than yet another disastrous evening.</div>
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Despite the air of uncertainty and anxiety, back at the
hotel I squeezed into the blazing hot, ultra sexy black latex swing dress Nick
had bought for me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had a fitted
scoop neck, which accentuated my breasts, and a loose cut playful skirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been really excited to wear it
but had held back since Nick wanted to be present with me when I wore it for
the first time. He wanted to watch men’s reactions as their eyes roved over my
body snuggly ensconced in the tantalizingly tight dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, unfortunately, that kind of
salacious male attention is predicated on my ability to exude positive,
confident, sexual energy, and frankly, it just was not there after all that had
gone on emotionally that weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was ambivalent, reluctant, hesitant, anxious, nervous….I could go on
with non-sexy descriptors, but it was simply clear that an over the top sexual
extravaganza was not likely to take place unless something drastic happened
between Nick and I to change the uncomfortable dynamics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, out the door we went anyway.</div>
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We arrived at the club a little later than usual and the
house was rocking with all manner of sexy people oozing with desire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This party was the first time that I
had visited the club when the third floor couples’ play area was open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been really excited to see the
third floor and to get to try it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The entire club, and third floor especially, was bursting at the seams
with couples and singles all looking for action – actual sexual play, or the
opportunity to watch or to be watched…exhibitionism and voyeurism holding
significant appeal for many. Nick and I gradually made our way upstairs
checking out the scene as we moved through the masses and tried to get a feel
for the way the night might go.</div>
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Soon after arriving, we encountered Ron and Nora, which we
knew we would.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick took the approach
of mild avoidance without completely ignoring them. But it seemed apparent to
me from his actions that he did not want to interact with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had left the dinner table lacking a
clear plan for the evening as two couples so Ron and Nora were confused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite this, Nick told me that he was fine if I fucked Ron
and that he actually expected I would.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I was not getting a remotely positive or supportive vibe from him
and was not sure that Nick really intended what he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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At one point, Ron cautiously approached me and whispered in
my ear that he did not want me to think he was ignoring me but that he thought
he should keep his distance given the uncertainty of everything. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and Nora were very uncomfortable
with our couple dynamics, did not know how to proceed and wanted to err on the
side of extreme caution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron told
me that he and Nora did not understand what Nick wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, frankly, neither did I; and I said
as much to Ron.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we agreed to
keep some distance for the evening unless I signaled otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Nick and I roamed around the club, both of us skittish and
uptight. After the wide-ranging inconsistency and disparity I had experienced
over the last few days with Nick’s declaration about his discomfort in the
proximity of Ron and I, the previous awkward night with Mona and Nick’s uneven
reaction and the inconclusive dinner earlier in the evening, I could not begin
to relax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot say how we
spent our time or what we did for the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Eventually, I mustered the courage (which heretofore I had
never really needed) and asked Nick if he minded if I went to play with Ron for
a little while. I was hoping that sex with Ron would help take the edge off my
acute unsettled agitation. Nick had consistently said that he expected that I
would fuck Ron when we were in the same venue. And that he was fine with
that….even though he recently seemed to indicate that he may not be so
fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite the fact that Nick
had rattled my security and self-confidence, I took a deep breath and decided
to accept him at his word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did
not invite Nick to come with me because he had told me that he did not want to
see Ron and I together at all, let alone fucking, and I did not believe that he
wanted to spend time with Ron and Nora even after our tell-all dinner.</div>
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I found Ron and Nora up on the couples’ only third floor
sitting together on a bench with some other people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They did not appear to be interacting with the others;
rather they seemed to be honing their voyeuristic skills. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ron and Nora were fully dressed watching
an attractive thirty-something couple engaged in mesmerizing erotic sexploits
on the bed directly in front of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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I approached Ron without delay, said hello, asked if he
wanted to play, leaned over and started kissing him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not think Ron has ever turned down an offer for sex in
his entire life. So we peeled off our clothes (one literally does have to peel
off skin tight latex and my sexy black latex dress was no exception!). We found
ourselves on the bed opposite the mesmerizing couple that was still engaged in
passionate sexual play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wondered
if they were a life long couple or freshly minted lovers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Knowing our time was limited; Ron and I wasted no time with
preliminaries and got straight down to seriously zealous sexy business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Touching, licking, sucking, kissing,
plunging, thrusting, fucking, bucking and climaxing all ensued in rapid
succession. The feeling of Ron’s no nonsense cock and its magnificent girth was
just what I had been craving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
fucked with animalistic orgasmic intent until I felt like I was on fire
inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite the delicious
pleasure and erotic intensity of our sexual merging on this night, it did not
last long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My own physical
responses did not reach their usual level of explosive eagerness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor did Ron’s. My mood was somewhat
subdued by the uncertainties of the evening and my enthusiasm was
hampered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was suffering the
residual corporeal effects of a rocky emotional evening and uncertainty with
Nick. And Ron was not up to his usual game, either.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
While Ron and I were playing, Nora joined us and sat fully
clothed on the upper corner of the bed next to my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She touched my breasts and pinched my
nipples as Ron enthusiastically thrust his fingers vigorously in and out of my
wet pussy, causing my exquisitely responsive G-Spot to climax with intense, yet
somewhat muted, pleasure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his
other hand Ron began to squeeze and twist my nipples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He intently observed my facial and body reactions, and
listened carefully to my moans and sighs to ascertain precisely which of his
twisting motions combined with how much pressure would illicit obvious pleasure
from me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He guided Nora to do the
same knowing that it had the potential to release a warm wave of euphoric bliss
through out my body but without the ultimate satisfaction of an actual orgasm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Twisting my nipples with just the right
force and intensity released a flow of hormones from my brain that was eerily
reminiscent of the delirious state (though magnitudes more powerful) that I
often achieved while breast-feeding my sons when they were babes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was still an art to be mastered, but
I liked the potential for pleasure that my nipples had recently revealed to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After temporarily dulling my libidinous sexual needs at the
expert hands of Ron and his ‘sure thing’ ability to take me to the seeming
zenith of my climaxing potential (well, at least it was as good as it was going
to get with my altered mental state that evening), I slithered back into my
black latex attire, with Nora making the snapping sounds pulling on the latex
as I dressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thanked Ron and
Nora for the fun and headed off to find Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
The memories of my time with Nick on that night are murky
and muddled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The energy between us
was ramped up in an unhealthy way that was not helping us come together in the intimate
sexual way that we both craved and needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At some point in the evening, Nick thought getting me fucked
by some other men might get the juices following and loosen us both up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On a previous night he had enjoyed watching
my pleasure at the hands of multiple anonymous cocks and we had had huge
success in these arrangements on other outings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In principle, the idea was not a bad one, but the devil was
in the details.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had not
communicated this as an evening goal prior to arriving at the club and for some
unknown reason, I was not able to fully understand Nick’s intent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The club was loud and hectic and I was
thrown for a loop when Nick introduced me to a couple of European men and
suggested that we play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the
men was French, youthfully handsome, and held a slight glint in his eye that
appealed to me and indicated an optimistic possibility for a fun sexual
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other man did not once
look me in the eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that was
just not happening.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Despite my husband’s efforts and interest by the men, it
just was not meant to be. I doubted my ability to be an enthusiastic sex
partner with strangers while Nick and I were suffering from such palpable
stress and anxiety.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
retrospect, I could not put my finger on exactly how the entire evening went so
disastrously awry. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In part, I
attributed it back to the lack of pre-evening planning and dearth of thorough communication
between Nick and myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
addition, when Nick and I were in a funk, sexy times were just plain hard to
come by together, if not impossible. And we were both decidedly in a full on
funk on that night. The tremendous anxiety, awkward frustration and sheer
disappointment we exuded were breathtakingly intense in an exceedingly unsexy
way.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually Nick and I headed up to the third floor in the
vain hope of play as a couple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
managed to find the absolutely most uncomfortable play space that the club
could possibly offer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was as if
a thin blanket was thrown over some wooden slats and was frankly an irritation
that was impossible to ignore. We disrobed and despite limited mutual efforts
(though truthfully, without significant fervor or optimism on either of our
parts) we went absolutely nowhere sexually.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
did not help that the scene came complete with a visually provocative, yet
oddly unappealing, group of hot bodies standing and chatting about nothing
remotely sexy directly at the end of our bed waiting for us to “finish” so they
could occupy the space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As it
turned out, it was a fairly effective strategy to get an uninspired couple to
vacate a bed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Both nights that weekend were quite simply epically
calamitous and not to be repeated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, Nick and I found an upside to the catastrophic weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We learned some valuable lessons that
were obvious yet revolutionary for the two of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We realized we were both completely in the wrong headspace
to enjoy ourselves and simply should not have gone out to the club at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor should we have engaged with Ron and
Nora as it only served to confuse (and possible offend) them, further mottle
the situation, and drag them into what really was about private challenges,
deeply personal histories and profound insecurities between Nick and
myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In retrospect, Nick
probably gained something from the evening having had the opportunity to
express things that he had bottled up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But, it was not a productive evening for anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, even failures (and this was,
without a doubt, an uncommonly spectacular failure of a weekend) hold
gems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I think couples need to
fail along the way to find their paths in the world of non-monogamy. Failure
was good since we learned some elementary lessons about how Nick and I needed
to function as a couple when we go out together. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Our Takeaways:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">** Never ever go out together when either of us in
a bad headspace.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">It is a waste of
time and money and only leaves everyone feeling horrible at the end of the
evening.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">** Always have a plan when going out together.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">The times we have had specific plans
discussed in advance (for example: to have a gang bang) we had been highly
sexually successful – with other playmates as well as with each other.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Though, we did have one totally
<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/05/april-20th-bi-curious-cum-bi-comfortable.html" target="_blank">unplanned spectacular occasion</a> where we met another couple and had an amazingly
erotic full swap night.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">But, more
often that not, in our experience, having no plan or common understanding led
to disappointing nights out for us as a couple.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Prior agreements are critical.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I look forward to the next time we head out as a couple where
we can both enjoy ourselves with our respective play partners – whether
separately or as a full swap. I long
for us to simply be happy for each other and the erotic pleasures and intimate
indulgences in which we delight while sharing our physical selves with other
consenting adults. Even more, I hope we can discover our own path and find
pleasure in each other as the sexual beings that we desire to be for each other
and ourselves.</div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-61519056251916208652013-11-15T22:06:00.000-08:002013-11-15T22:06:01.200-08:00September 27th, The Weekend That Wasn’t: Part I<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick and I had a rare opportunity to go out together for an
entire weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was really
looking forward to the freedom from our parenting responsibilities, the
opportunity to enjoy each other and have a really sexy weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had one other similar opportunity
this year but managed to squander it by staying home and doing mundane life
chores. I was determined to go out for a naughty end of the week coitus filled
extravaganza.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had known that
this weekend would be child-free for a while and I had been planning on a decadent
carnally indulgent extravaganza. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Initially Nick was scheduled to be out of town that weekend
and I had been looking forward to spending two sex-filled nights out on the
town. With Nick home, we thought a sexy weekend together would be just what the
doctor ordered. However, Nick and I discussed our plans several times, but
never seemed to be able to firm up our weekend intentions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick was dragging his feet a bit, but
would not say why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wanted to go
to a club, but didn’t want to go to a club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was just flat out indecisive! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So with the weekend practically upon us, I took the
bull by the horns and made a hotel reservation in a nearby city so we could
enjoy ourselves at the swingers club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nick was supportive and I was glad we finally seemed to have a plan.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then at almost the last minute Nick changed his
mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said that he did not want
to spend time at the club when he knew that Ron and Nora would be present.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick said he did not want to be around
when Ron and I were together to bear witness to our familiar physical ease and
closeness and raucous sexual frolicking. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a major switcharoo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Previously Nick was adamant that he <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wanted</i> to be present<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>when
Ron and I were together and he had told me that he enjoyed watching our erotic
sexual connections and/or hearing all the fine details about our sexcapades (to
the degree that early on he wanted to know deeper and further particulars about
how I experienced orgasms with Ron).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But suddenly, Nick had changed his tune. He pronounced that in hindsight
it was not healthy for him to see Ron and I together sexually or even just in
the same locality and that it bothered him more than it helped him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was completely flummoxed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When did this change happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And wouldn’t Kelly enjoy knowing that
the advice she had given me nine months ago was now the line Nick was
following.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How bloody ironic!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, had I followed her advice at the
time Nick would have been furious. And hurt. At that point he insisted on
seeing Ron and I fucking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reported
that he liked to watch and it turned him on. It just seemed to be a no win
situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now my time with Ron
was a detriment to Nick.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I asked Nick when this all changed for him. And he gave me a
line based on a joke we had recently shared about how after three months
everything a man says is null and void.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I found this to be a less than satisfactory explanation for his change
of heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And an unsettled feeling
descended upon me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I began to feel
like I was no longer on firm footing in our non-monogamous relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After months passing and slow healing from the <a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-25-day-after-and-then-some.html" target="_blank">Memorial weekend debacle</a> and here I was
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unsure, unsettled, wary and
anxious about a weekend that wasn’t. And I was especially sad that it seemed
that Nick was no longer able to be happy for me and the remarkable pleasure I
derived from my non-monogamous friendship with Ron and Nora.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, okay, I wanted to be optimistic and make the best of
an evolving situation, so now what to do with the weekend?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plan B, I proposed that we head north
to the other club for a meet and greet on Friday night and then a full-on party
on Saturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had never been to
a meet and greet and had heard that they were fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now the club was opening up the play spaces after
midnight and allowing us to overnight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So it worked for the weekend! We could stay over and attend the School
Girl Saturday night party as well. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I had my schoolgirl getup from my most recent scandalous carnally
indulgent night…a do over!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hoped
it would be as sexually charged as my first schoolgirl night, but that would be
hard to match. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We also knew that
Ron and Nora were not planning to be at this club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, this met Nick’s non-Ron criteria.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been looking forward to intense
uninhibited sex with Ron, but was very fine with the idea of having a fun
weekend out with Nick. However, we were starting off well with a decidedly odd
vibe in the air given Nick’s recent revelation about not wanting to see me together
with Ron – fucking or not.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We arrived at the club a little bit late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to the ladies room to freshen up
and turned to see Mona staring at me uncomfortably with a look of surprise on
her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick had not mentioned to
me that she would be at the club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In fact, I was pretty sure that he did not know she was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it was awkwardly obvious that she
did not expect to see me or by extension, Nick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I let her know that it was a very last minute decision for
us and that the evening had not been planned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Afterward, I went into the ballroom and discovered Nick
chatting cheerfully with other guests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I casually informed him that Mona was in the club and his expression
changed curiously to almost a slight sense of panic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The news definitely threw him for a loop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did not know proper protocol for encountering
a preferred sex partner on a night when she is with another date and his wife
was present!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most couples tended
to play together and were familiar with their partner’s shenanigans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were distinctly different in this
milieu – choosing to play separately meant that we both had sexual partners
that the other did not necessarily know and that other club members often did
not realize that the two of us were connected as a married couple because they
routinely saw us attending and playing with other people – primarily, though
not exclusively, Nick with Mona and me with Ron. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick was obviously squirrely and appeared visibly ill at
ease with the entire scenario. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So
much so that a couple of other club members actually mentioned his obvious
discomfort to me. He simply did not know what to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had never been in the same room with his wife and his
favorite extra-marital lover, not even once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not to mention several other of her lovers who were present
as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bill was one of Mona’s
preferred play partners as well as the man that Mona seemed to be courting for
the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, Bill, being
highly compersive, enjoyed Mona taking advantage of a range of sexual
partners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not know how Nick
felt about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he was
decidedly on edge and anxious.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was thoroughly amused by the situation but tried to be
supportive of Nick and help him relax and enjoy the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had already gotten off to an edgy
start to the weekend with his prior pronouncement about Ron and myself, only to
find ourselves in the middle of yet another novel situation full of potential
for floundering and missteps. I tried to make the best of the evening meeting
and greeting new couples and singles, some nervous and inexperienced and others
with years in the provocative swinging world, as well as scoping out prospective
potential play partners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bill and Kelly were present so I chatted with them some and
attended their Swinging 101 workshop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I enjoyed checking out the new couples and just hanging out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a really nice no-pressure
atmosphere and a great way to meet new people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sex was an option for those of us that wanted to stay past
midnight, but for the other participants it was just a nice evening chatting
with new people and peering in at an alternative libertine lifestyle without
the risk of actual engagement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
it was fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were a few alluringly
sexy men that peaked my interest, but I was not keen to add anything else
untoward to Nick’s slightly unbalanced self. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although he assured me that it was fine if I wanted to engage
a play partner or couple for the evening. Had I been alone, I may have ended up
with a new play partner, but I did not feel comfortable doing so in large part
because Nick and I were supposed to be out together as a couple and I felt we
should try and connect with others as a couple that night. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As the meet and greet came to an end and people departed the
club or retired upstairs to the play area, Nick and I decided to go up as well.
I was not able to really relax and be in the moment because Nick had been off
kilter all night with the Mona thing and I was still on edge with Nick’s sudden
change in terms related to Ron. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marital stress and relationship anxiety was a complete downer
for me sexually. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In hopes of playing, Nick had selected a lower bunk play
space in the open tiered red room where we could watch two couples play. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was tense and not terribly responsive
and in turn neither was Nick. Whether it was entirely my doing that made him
non-responsive (he tells me his physical response feeds off that of his partner
and I was not very sexually responsive) or whether it was his anxiety over
unexpectedly encountering Mona with a date, I did not know. It was probably a
combination of circumstances. In any event, our playing went absolutely
nowhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We did however have an attention-grabbing front row seat to
a fascinating quasi-full swap whose participants included one of the couples I
had been checking out earlier in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was beach blond and the upper half of his body was tanned
deep brown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He seemed like a bit
of a surfer dude, but had been flirtatious earlier in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His partner was definitely hot, but
conversation with her had been completely without any sort of spark that would
compel me to suggest playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
came across as wholly ambivalent and I was not interested in ambivalent play
partners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Watching them play I
better understood what had been going on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The two couples were preparing to swap when the voluptuous
blond rather abruptly sat up and said quite bluntly, “You know this is a one
way swap.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other man was a bit
perplexed but said okay. But she felt the need to reiterate rather harshly that
she was NOT going to play with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, she did say, “I will play with her though, does she want me to
kiss her or suck on her tits.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now
that was odd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First, it was
unusual that the rules about how they would swap had not been made clear before
the sex began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it had been
there would not have been such an adamant declaration about how she would not
play with the other man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
secondly, her ‘offers’ to engage with the other woman were not at all sexy, but
came across as rather perfunctory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Had it been me on my back with her husband ramming his big hard cock
into my pussy I would have been happy if she did NOT touch me! But, maybe that
was just me and my non-sexy mood. On the other hand, the petite sexy brunette
on her back with her legs spread wide and welcoming had a great time with two
horny men, their hungry cocks, and a reluctant yet participatory woman all over
her fucking, sucking, fingering, kissing and thoroughly ravaging her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was good and spent when all was
said and done. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick and I called it a night pretty early. We were both in
the wrong mental and emotional state for the evening to be sexy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we headed to the sleeping area and crashed
for the night. And remarkably, I slept.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the morning we woke very early for the club and hours
before breakfast would be ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As we dressed for the day, out of the blue Nick declared that he wanted
to go to the other club Saturday night after all. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was hesitant, wary and noncommittal. I was not sure what
prompted this sudden change and did not want to influence the decision about
our potential Saturday evening adventures. I made certain that Nick understood
that Ron and Nora would be at the other club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also did not indicate either way an opinion on whether we
should stay at this club or go to the other club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not sure that this change was for the best. This was
100% Nick’s choice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After being
told that he did not want to see Ron and me sexually engaged and further that
he did not want to be around the two of us at all, I was definitely NOT going
to advocate for the other club.</div>
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But, he was definitive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wanted to go to the other club and he wanted to invite
Ron and Nora to dinner to talk through his turbulent emotions about our
friendship cum relationship. Now I was really nervous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The complete about face over the last few
days really threw me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not
tell what ground I was walking on with Nick, but it darn sure did not feel
stable, reliable or predictable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Rather, it felt tumultuous, ever shifting, and frankly somewhat
treacherous. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not foresee
what was coming and it left me tense, uneasy and more than a little worried.</div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-16271677955885803492013-10-11T18:08:00.000-07:002013-10-15T17:54:37.737-07:00September 6th, Firsts, Firsts and More Firsts<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Our first couple night out since our disastrous jaunt on
Memorial weekend proved to be a whirlwind of sex and firsts. Nick and I were hoping to drum up a
Gang Bang so we choose the club that tends to have more unattached men. We had originally wanted to go on ‘Gang
Bang’ night as designated by the club.
That particular night seemed to attract more men and women that are attracted
to extreme sexual play. But, for
unknown reasons, the club decided to no longer theme their weekend parties as
‘Gang Bang’ parties, which for people like me was a major bummer. It was my favorite theme and a
guaranteed good time.</div>
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So we ended up at the club on ‘Naughty School Girl’
night. I wore a tight black short-sleeved top with purple plaid that tied just under my breasts and made for a delectable bodacious offering. My short black mini-skirt and bar mid-drift, black knee high socks completed the picture. I felt supremely naughty and was ready for action.</div>
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I knew when we arrived at the club that Nick and I were
hoping to have a multi-partner sexual evening of some sort. But, I was not prepared for Nick’s
enthusiasm! After arriving and
before we even made it to the lockers to put our things away, Nick had stopped
three couples and told them that he was organizing a Gang Bang for his wife and
invited them to partake. I was a bit embarrassed by his forthrightness and also
taken aback that Nick did not even confer with me in the slightest about my level
of interest in these couples.
While I am not especially picky about who fucks me during Gang Bangs, it
would be nice to be included in the fun of selecting possible men to fuck me. </div>
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Shortly after we arrived, Ron and Nora appeared with Celeste. We exchanged greetings. I could instantly feel a level of
discomfort that I could not quite pinpoint. I did not know if Nick was uncomfortable with Ron, if
Celeste was uncomfortable with me, or if Ron was uncomfortable with my married
dynamic, or all of the above, or none of the above. Whatever it was, I could feel some tension and anxiety
emanating form the group that was slightly unsettling.</div>
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However, Nick set a pace for the evening that was so intense
that I did not have any time to consider much of anything. Nick’s trend of inviting people to fuck
me continued upstairs. I barely
had a chance to finish my gin and tonic before he asked me (told me?) to climb
up on the pussy/orgy bar so he could eat me out. The orgy bar was a long bar running through the middle of
the upstairs of the club. On one
side was a very large play area that was perfect for highly exhibitionist group
play and the other side was for people standing around chatting or
watching. I had never played in
the wide-open orgy pit. Nor had I
ever been physically on the bar with my pussy being served up like an exotic
delicacy. </div>
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Luckily, Ron realized what Nick was up to and went around
the corner to get a towel for me to sit on. A juicy bare nether region placed directly on a very public surface
is not exactly the most sanitary thing for me, or those who follow! So, with a plush white cotton
towel draped across the bar, I lifted my tight black mini-skirt up to try and
keep it dry for the evening and shimmied up onto the bar. Ron, who is evidently experienced in
on-bar play, quickly offered to provide support for me from the other side of
the bar. I turned out to be enormously
thankful for the physical support as I was being eaten out. Otherwise I may well have slid right on
off the bar. Balance when sexually
aroused is not my strong point.</div>
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Up on the bar my black, knee-high sock clad legs sought to
secure themselves on the nearby stools as Nick dove into my crotch
headfirst. He enjoyed licking and
sucking on my pussy as Ron was kissing me and caressing and exposing my
breasts. We were literally in the
middle of a crowded room and couples were passing by and stopping to watch. As
my body began to relax and respond to the erotic stimulation I open my eyes and
gazed around me. I saw men and
women watching me, and our entirely public sexual play. Their eyes were eagerly taking in the
scene and I felt utterly exposed and this made me more desirous than ever. </div>
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Nick lifted his head and smiled at me and then turned to the
voyeurs and offered them a sampling of my juicy, not so private, private parts. Needless to say there were other men
who wanted to taste my pussy. Nick
offered me up and then turned to me and said, “That is okay, isn’t it?” While I
was okay with sharing my body, I was less okay with the ask from Nick being
post-invitation and entirely public.
A more subtle approach before offering me up to any takers would have
been appreciated. I wonder if Nick
just assumed that because I have given my body so freely with many men that I
would not care. And maybe there is
truth in that idea. However, I
would have appreciated it if Nick had asked my in a more private manner with a
private exchange of a look or words.
The way it was done, I felt a bit like a commodity.</div>
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So a long-haired older gentleman named Daniel, eagerly,
softly and enthusiastically began to eat my pussy as his diminutive,
attractive, earthy-looking wife stood by and watched. It was gentle and pleasant but not earth shattering. It did hold potential though and I would
have been interested in playing with him later if the opportunity arose.
Afterward his wife came up to me and said, “You made my husband’s night.” It was nice that sharing my
body could bring such pleasure to other people. And it made me feel good that she expressed appreciation as
well since I was not always certain that the female partners appreciated my
sharing as much as their men. It certainly brought me pleasure. </div>
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When Daniel finished, Daryl immediately replaced him between
my legs and began to eat my very wet and somewhat swollen pussy. Daryl, being the third man in a row to
spend time between my legs with his tongue on my cunt and sucking vigorously
was only serving to get me more excited.
I do not usually climax with just oral, but after a while with good
technique, it does start to bring me closer to an ecstatic state.
Unfortunately, Daryl was a bit rough with his facial stubble and I soon needed
a break. This was the second time
that Daryl had eaten my pussy. The
stubble factor seems to be a consistent theme with him and is a bit of a turn
off after a while.</div>
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I sat up fully and began to alight the bar, and asked Nick
to get me a drink. He seemed
slightly reluctant to leave me for reasons that I did not understand. I had to ask a couple of times, and
eventually tell him to get me a drink. Maybe he could not hear me – the club
was deafeningly loud at times. When he came back Ron, Nora, Nick and I walked over toward
the balcony to see what else was happening upstairs besides the active pussy
bar. I noticed that the fishbowl
was open for play and I felt a flutter of excitement in my groin. I walked over to the balcony to see
what was happening on the dance floor since I needed a little break and I
enjoyed watching sexy women dance in the cage and go down on men and each other
as the occasion arises. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I had only had a couple of sips of my drink at the balcony
when Nick pushed me up to the edge, leaned me over the balcony, pulled up my
skirt, rammed his cock in my cunt and began fucking me hard from behind. I held on tightly to my glass because I
was afraid that I would drop it.
Luckily Nora was standing next to me. She reached around and took the glass from my hand. She knew that I was likely to drop it
down onto partiers below. Nick was
thrusting his hard cock into me vigorously while everyone nearby and aware
watched our fully clothed fuck. Of
course there were others immediately adjacent to us that were entirely unaware
of our brazen act…making it even more illicit. It is amazing what can happen right next to people without
their knowledge. In his
enthusiasm, Nick somehow managed to slam my drink out of Nora’s hand and it
smashed into a thousand bits on the carpet by our feet. The glass and mess summarily ended our
balcony fuck as we stopped to try and clean it up. In hindsight, I suppose the shoes requirement at the club is
a justified idea considering the extent to which the glass shattered into a
millions little shards. But, I am
generally not fond of shoes….unless they are sexy as hell.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After getting the glass cleaned up the four of us went into
the fishbowl in hopes of some Gang Bang action. Nora and I both really enjoyed
Gang Bangs….the more cocks the better!
As before, Gang Bangs could be a bit of a blur for me. I remembered Nick standing stark naked
at the open window trying to round up participants. There was a lot of interest but few brave souls. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
A short, stout, heavily tattooed man vigorously ate my pussy
for what seemed like a good long while. His head was shaved bald but felt
bristly and thick scalped under my hands.
I was ready for him to move off me and applied light pressure to his
head as an indication that he release his hold on my cunt and it was like
pushing an entrenched boulder. He
did not budge in the slightest and did not take my hint. Once he had satisfied his oral needs
with my pussy he moved up to my head so I could take him in my mouth. When Nick leaned over and told him that
I was not going to suck on his dick he moved over to pleasure Nora. She did take
his cock deep into her mouth. I
was aware of the pleasure that Nora was deriving from the men that were
pleasuring her. She was very
verbal and there was no way a man would not know exactly what she wanted and
how he made her feel. She was an
excellent communicator while fucking. Then at some point I hazily recalled
glancing over at Nora and seeing a man ejaculate on her breasts. Someone had
some fun! But, the spunk on her breasts did not seem to thrill her.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
When the tatted, bald man moved off me, Ron took advantage
of the void and filled me with his cock.
He knew that I would not have been satisfied with only a man’s lips and
tongue…even if highly skilled.
Oral alone was rarely my cup of tea. While Ron pounded my pussy, Nick moved over to play with
Nora. I think he fingered her and
ate her pussy while Ron and I fucked.
But, my memories ran together as usual during intense sexual encounters.
It was fun to swap and know that my husband was playing as well. I like swapping as a couple though we
rarely find a compellingly steamy occasion to do so while we are both in the
proper headspace to enjoy it!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Somewhere in the midst of it all, I needed to use the
ladies. Soooo, I put on my
shoes as required and walked through the crowd completely nude – well, except
for my schoolgirl knee high socks.
It was a very crowded room at this point and I had to squeeze through
numerous people to make my way to the ladies room. I really have no idea what, if anything, my nude walk may
have stirred up. I was utterly
focused on my mission and still savoring my residual orgasmic bliss. I was altogether oblivious to my
surroundings beyond recognizing individual bodies (but not faces) as I made my
way through the crowd. Apparently
Nick was hanging out the window of the fishbowl to make sure I made it safely
to and from the restroom. But,
honestly, I felt totally safe with all the people around and with several club
volunteers present and nearby.</div>
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I am not sure what happened after this but I distinctly remember
fucking two different men. Ron had
finished fucking me and I laid back contentedly chatting with Nora when she
said, ‘Oh, your gonna like this one!” And oh yeah! A new hard cock plunged into my pussy. It definitely got my attention. I gasped and turned to face the
owner. I heard Nora laugh at me as
99% of my attention instantly shifted to focus exclusively on the fucking at
hand and this new man. His cock
was delicious in my pussy and hit just the right spots and before I knew it, I
was climaxing. I looked up and saw
an attractive man smiling down at me with a mischievous spark in his eyes and
looking a little bit like a child in a candy store who just stuck gold. He had an appealing, solid rugby player
type body. After some intense orgasmic fucking, Willem introduced himself to me
in a delightful European accent that was readily identifiable. Yummy! (Shallow to get turned on by a non-American accent – maybe,
but way the hell not?) I remember an exchange between Willem and myself about
hoping to play again later in the evening. I definitely wanted more of that!</div>
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Willem also had the distinction of fingering me with the
perfect intensity bringing me to an orgasmic squirt, which was a huge surprise
for me. It is very unusual for
anyone to make me squirt and only a handful of sexually proficient men have
raised me to this pinnacle. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Next thing I knew a dark-haired, striking man in his late
twenties was fucking me. His cock
was inside me before I knew what was happening. He was youthful energetic and super enthusiastic. He was thrusting his cock into me while
holding my legs up in the air. He rejoiced
in his carnal indulgence with probably the most gusto of any sexual partner I
have had since I began being non-monogamous. Suddenly he took my right leg and swung it around so that
both my legs were on his right and his plunged deep inside me and exclaimed boisterously. Then he withdrew his member from inside
me and with remarkable intensity and fervor rose to his feet and declared
loudly, “Mama, I salute you!” Oh
my god, did that make me laugh, I was beside myself with delight for this truly
fantastical fuck. He was just
plain fun all the way around and enthusiastic as hell. Hmmmm, maybe I should be pursuing more
young men. This was great!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After Ramon duly saluted me, my husband welcomed him to
invite all the troupes in to fuck me!
I was apparently ready and willing to fuck the lot of them. But, alas, there were no troupes in the
wings. Celeste came in a plopped
down next to my head and very explicitly asked “How is the orgasm queen doing?’
I was not sure what to do with that piece of passive aggressiveness, but I
opted to ignore it and decided to call a temporary end to the festivities.</div>
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Nick had been marginally successful in finding men willing
to join our sexploits. He had not
been able to round up the numbers, but the quality of the men that joined us
was commendable and definitely memorable. As I was dressing a couple of men asked if it was too late to
join. Later I would love to play
some more, but at that moment, I wanted a pause. I also felt like I needed a bit of a break from the sexual
intensity and sought out a few minutes away from Nick. I felt like he had me in a whirlwind
and that we were going from one sexual encounter to another with him, and
others and that I had not had space to breath or reflect on the night. I had never seen him so aggressively
enthusiastic about taking advantage of every possible sexual opportunity that
came our way…or that he was able to whip up.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I went downstairs for a snack and some space and found Ron
standing near the buffet and the couple’s room. I was not really sure which one was the purpose of his
presence… the food or sex. Maybe
he had just exited the couple’s room, maybe he was looking for someone….I had
no idea. But, I took the
opportunity to just be present with him and talk. I stood immediately next to him and we talked about
relatively mundane life things. We
did not touch at all, nor did we flirt, it was an entirely plutonic style conversation. We were simply present with each
other for a bit of time. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Both Ron and I were experiencing a new reality with the
overwhelming presence of Nick in every nook and cranny of my physical space. Nick and I had so rarely been out
together that it was a new dynamic for everyone involved. Nick was consuming
the majority of my focus and energies and I think that Ron was trying to
navigate the new scene. I was
enjoying my husband’s newfound sexual confidence, but I, too, was steering
through unknown territory. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Likewise, I had never seen Ron as subdued as he was on this
night and I did not know how to interpret it. I knew that Ron wanted to have good couple dynamic between
our two couples, but Ron, Nora and I had had the better part of a year playing
and spending time together. And
Nick was decidedly not facilitating inter-couple relations. At one point Nick had expressed a
desire to be part of the triad friendship that Ron, Nora and I had formed. But on this night, he was seeking
something else all together.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Certainly, Nick was on a mission of sorts but I could not
ascertain his goals. However, I could see they were aggressively sexual and to
the exclusion of Ron and Nora. He
was unrecognizable to me with his overt enthusiasm for me in every sexual
capacity. He was certainly being a sexual dynamo, but his seeming comfort level
and domineering actions were not readily familiar to me. And it was exceedingly bizarre to be
with my husband and find him to be such an unfamiliar entity. Despite, the
mysterious man that my husband was, he was definitely romping good fun even
with all the weirdness.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After maybe five or ten minutes Nick rounded the corner from
the staircase and saw Ron and I talking.
I am sure that he was not surprised. He came over and stood next to us with Ron in the
middle. The three of us talked for
just a minute and then Nick leaned over and kissed me deeply….immediately in
front of Ron’s face. At the time I
felt like it was a purposefully display of male dominance though Nick later
denied that there was any intent in the kiss. Nick then asked me if I wanted to go upstairs, or dance, or
go fuck Ron. I said, “I want to go
fuck Ron.” He said fine, go for
it. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Nora seemed to be out of pocket playing somewhere in the
club. Ron and I looked for her
upstairs to let her know what we were doing but she was nowhere to be
found. The upstairs play spaces
were all consumed with couples and groups in various states of copulation, so Ron
and I resorted to a room downstairs in the back corner of the play area. I closed the door. Ron and Nora pretty much never close
the doors. But, I wanted to be
alone with Ron for a little while in a known and familiar situation. I wanted to focus on Ron and not be
interrupted by more bodies or men.
We were both a bit out of sorts and I wanted to touch base with him. I know that it sounds strange to refer
to ‘known and familiar’ in reference to Ron when my husband was in the club. But, truthfully, Nick’s actions were
not familiar to me on this night.
Later when we were talking about it he said that he had found his
comfort zone in the non-monogamy, sexual world and that this was the new Nick.
He had been going to the other club on his own numerous times over the last two
months, getting his bearings independently and had a regular favorite playmate,
Mona, whom he had enjoyed extensively. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I had great intense sex despite the obvious anxiety
and uncertainty that I could feel from Ron. We lounged together for a while and chatted a bit and then
returned to find our spouses. We
found both Nick and Nora upstairs at the pussy bar exactly where I had been the
delicacy on offer just a few hours earlier. We chatted together for a moment and then Nick began to
refocus my attention and conversation way from Ron and Nora. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
As Nick explained to me later, he felt a weighty magnetic
pull between Ron and myself. He
was absolutely correct; there was a very strong attraction and undeniable pull
between Ron and I. We did tend to
migrate toward one another when we were in the same vicinity. Ron was categorically my preferred extra-marital
play partner. And I was one of his preferred….but I have no illusion that I am
singular in anyway. My impression
was that after more than a decade in the Lifestyle, Ron had a stable of preferred
playmates and that he was always scoping for new opportunities for outstanding
sexual connections.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After some generic chit-chat in which I apparently said
something to Nick that left him feeling that I was questioning his behavior or
defending Ron in someway…though I am still not clear what I said but am sure
that whatever it was there was zero intent on my part to ruffle his feathers, Willem
reappeared. Willem, Nick and I
talked for a while about apparent commonalities in our lives in terms of
international roaming that seem to be firmly entrenched in our blood. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After about ten minutes of chatting, Nick seemed to want
more licentious public bar action.
He physically turned me around, bent me over the bar, lifted my skirt
and fucked me from behind again. I
was gripping the bar as my body responded to Nick’s cock pumping hard in and
out of my pussy. Once again, we
were in the middle of a crowded room with many onlookers. I was physically exposed in no way but
it was crystal clear that a cock was being rammed up my cunt. Willem
mysteriously appeared fully naked up on the bar in front of me. I was a bit perplexed at this
apparition and looked down to see a pile of clothes on the floor beneath
me. Before I knew it, I was
leaning on Willem with my hands on his thighs, my hair draped over his left leg
with my face between his legs. I
understood the idea was for me to suck his cock while Nick fucked me from
behind. Honesty, I found it
a bit challenging to suck a cock while being fucked from behind. The two divergent rhythms were
challenging for me to attain. And
unfortunately, the residue taste of a latex condom was just not yummy and an
utter turn off from the cock sucking perspective…I think I need to investigate
flavored condoms (and lubes for that matter). Otherwise, I think it would have
been a very fun threesome situation.
I acutely felt Nora and Ron to my right watching Nick ram his cock into
me with my face resting on Willem’s thigh wishing away residual latex flavors.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Sometime after our bend-over-bar fuck, Ron and Nora
indicated that they were heading downstairs for a late night snack. They always like to eat after hard
playing. I never wanted to do more
than nibble and even then I usually found even the smell of food to be
repulsive after lots of fucking. Willem,
Nick and I decided to get a room and play some more. I remembered passing by
Ron and Nora while they were eating as our trio headed to a back room
downstairs. I thought about letting them know where we were going to be but I
sensed that Nick was not interested in a larger group activity this time. We secured the corner room directly
straight back from the dining area.
It held a king size bed pushed up in the corner. Somehow this room seemed more conducive
than most for a fucking good time. It was a new room for me for a decidedly new sexual
experience.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick asked if we should close the door or leave it
open. My inclination was to leave
it open for more potential partner and sexual action, but Willem specifically
asked to close the door for a more intimate sexual experience. I thought that Nick would appreciate a
closed door for this new experience and I was not sure he wanted to share me
beyond present company. It was our
first MFM. I had been in several
FMF situations but had always longed for an MFM because I loved fucking men and
all that it could entail.</div>
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Willem and I began to kiss passionately. He was a good kisser and I enjoyed his
rhythm and intensity. I was not clear on what Nick was doing at this
point. I remember a firm slap on
my ass by Willem. I was ambivalent
on whether he wanted to take our sexual play more in the slapping direction or
whether he was testing the waters to see my reaction. So far I had not found an erotic zone through spanking or
related activities….but that did not mean that the right touch or the right
moment would not take me down that new erotic path. But, in this case, our play continued onto the bed with what
became such a whirlwind of hands, cocks, and mouths that was hard for me to
keep track of.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Willem had his fingers in my pussy raising my already hungry
cunt to the edge of orgasmic ecstasy while Nick kissed me passionately and
sucked on my tits. Willem liked to
talk while we played. He was
exceedingly flattering and his words took my cognitive pleasure to another level
– I was amazingly able to set aside my mental busybody and focus exclusively on
the pleasure of the moment. Our
carnal indulgence was utterly all encompassing. Rather astoundingly I found myself with hands resting
heavily on my neck. That most unwelcomed
sensation joggled me back into myself for a time (and the reasons behind this
are extensive and way to lengthy to elaborate on in this post – just suffice it
to say that the sensation was most unwelcome and set me ill at ease with gentle
warning bells rising from my inner reptilian brain.). Willem judged my reaction
accurately and moved his hands away from my throat and plunged his cock into my
phenomenally ravenous pussy.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As Willem pounded my pussy with his brilliant cock, he told
me to suck my husband’s cock. I
sucked Nick’s cock hungrily and hard while Willem continued to fuck me. Nick subsequently told me that it was
the best blowjob I had given him in years. Then Willem took it to another level when he leaned down and in
a husky, accented voice said, “suck your husband’s cock with me.” I was stunned
but did as instructed. I sucked Nick’s cock on one side as Willem sucked his
cock from the other side, our lips meeting around my husband’s cock. The moan the Nick released in response
to that illicit sexual moment was probably the most intensely pleasurable moan
I have ever heard Nick exude. The
level of pleasure, which Nick derived from this outrageously bodacious sexual
digression, stunned me.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Willem continued to fuck me hard and I was teetering on the
edge of euphoria. The sexual encounter was phenomenal and pushed to the next
level by the heretofore forbidden and unknown. I continued to suck on Nick’s cock when Willem said, “look
[Ellen], I have your husband’s balls in my hand.” I opened my eyes and Willem was indeed holding Nick’s
balls. Nick’s moans of pleasure
were increasingly intense. I looked up and I saw Willem and Nick
touching/caressing each other on their arms and backs. I had no sense of who was initiating
the touching, but it was clear that both men were receptive. Willem seemed to comprehend the sexual
power he held over both Nick and I through introducing this new radically edgy
bi-sexual play into our sexual realm. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Willem pulled out of me and leaned back exposing his erect
cock. Nick moved and blocked my
vision of Willem, so I was unsure of what was happening. All of the sudden, Willem told me to
“lean forward and watch your husband suck my cock.” I leaned forward and Nick
had Willem’s hard cock deep in his mouth and appeared to be enthusiastically
sucking the entire shaft. After a
minute, Nick rose up and said, “I thought I would return the favor.” Then he took
the opportunity to eagerly kiss Willem, who returned the kiss with fervor.
Interestingly, Nick reported that the kiss was not to his liking as it was too
“tonguey.” I on the other hand thought Willem was an excellent kisser.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was shocked by all the bi-sexual male activity I had just
witnessed. I was stunned by my
husband’s willingness, nay eagerness, to explore his bi-curious side. That said I knew that he was open to
exploration “if the opportunity presented itself.” So I guess I should not have
been too surprised that he so readily embraced the opportunity. But I was
shell-shocked by it all. Afterward, Nick told me that he was not particularly
taken with the experimentation and was decidedly into women. Yet, I could hear the depth of his
pleasure reverberate in the recesses of my mind.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It all became a blur at this point. I think Willem fucked me some
more. I recall the application of
condoms and the removal of several condoms during the course of our play. Then I remember Willem moving to my
left side closer to my head. He
told Nick to fuck me while my hand was on Willem’s cock sliding off the latest
condom. Nick proceeded to fuck me
with more zeal and enthusiasm than I have experienced with him in a very, very
long time. At this point, I was
dripping wet, hugely swollen and desperately wanting to continue my orgasmic
stretch. I had been having orgasms
on and off for hours at this point. I was so exquisitely sensitive and on the precipice of
extreme euphoric pleasure that a strong wind would probably have been enough to
cause my body to quake in unadulterated pleasure. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the midst of it all, my husband whispered in my ear, “Do
you want to do a DP?” I do not know if Willem was aware of my husband’s
proposition. I knew it was also something that Nick is eager to try. It was my second DP offer, and despite
it being well established on my bucket list, I declined. I wanted to know the
second male better than just a night of sex. A DP is a more intense sexual activity and I need a base
level of trust that takes some time to garner. Anal sex has been off my play list for quite a long time and
re-initiating it with a total stranger was not something that I wanted to
do. And besides, the night had
truly exceeded my comfort level on a plethora of levels already and I remained
a bit stunned and shell-shocked. I
was not ready for yet another new experience. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As soon as we ended our unbridled, carnal indulgence I felt
an urgent need for space. I felt
the need for escape and retreat. The night had been overflowing with frenzied
sexual immoderation and bi-sexual experimentation that reached beyond anything
I was prepared for. It was wildly
erotic, tantalizingly excessive, and orgasmically euphoric. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was a night of sexual firsts right, left and center.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First MFM</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First male bi-sexual experience</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First time up on the pussy bar</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First time fucked from behind over the balcony rail in the
midst of a crowd</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First time fucked from behind with my face in another man’s
crotch</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
First time a total stranger made me squirt</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I left the club in the wee hours with Nick. I was exhausted, well-fucked and
stunned. I retreated into myself
and did not really come out to discuss the evening for several days. It was a
night full of sexual excess and bizarreness that I could barely interpret. I
was struggling to understand everything that took place that night as the
layers were too complicated and numerous to readily extract and fully comprehend.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Despite my hesitancy and reluctance expressed above, I would
do a repeat of the night in an instant.
The bizarreness of the night was far, far out weighed by the delicious, illicit
eroticness and the prodigious carnal euphoria that still envelops my lascivious
passions.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-60428037428661185422013-10-11T18:05:00.001-07:002013-10-19T21:10:00.062-07:00September 2nd, An Impromptu Hotel Romp
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My last weekend out left me feeling unsettled about my
relationship with Ron and Nora. Ron
has been emphatic that we have a ‘friendship’ rather than a ‘relationship’. And
I see the point he is trying to make in terms of differentiating between close
friends with benefits and his marriage.
I certainly am not seeking a relationship in terms of the kind that grows
and develops and evolves into something much more than a ‘friends with
benefits’ situation. He is married
to Nora and I am married to Nick.
And neither of us is even slightly interested in changing that. But, for me, a friendship is a
relationship by definition. But the semantics is tripping me up these days.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We had a couple of e-mail exchanges during the intervening
week in which I reinforced my still raw feelings and emotions resulting from my
discovering Ron and Mona entwined in an intimate cuddle session. I thought it might be good to get
together and talk through it a bit so that the heaviness would not be hanging
over my head. I wanted to clear
the tangled web from my psyche.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and Nora were driving south from a three-day Labor Day weekend
at the club. It sounded like a
super fun sexy weekend and I had originally hoped to attend, but a health issue
and my sour mood got the better of me.
My husband had attended part of the festivities and thoroughly enjoyed
Mona (the very same), as usual. I
was still sorting out my feelings and emotions from my last outing and was not
sure how I felt about anything. I was even questioning whether the lifestyle
was a good path for me. I had had
a chance to chat with Bill and talk through my thoughts and emotions some. It is always helpful to touch base with
other non-monogamous individuals and couples to try and find one’s bearings in
this strange wild new universe where the rules of the game are fluid and shift
according to personalities and individual desires.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I met Ron and Nora in the parking lot of a Safeway. We planned to have lunch and talk, but
I was not able to give them clear directions to the restaurant so we opted for
a secondary meet up point. I was
looking forward to just being present with them and gauging my own emotional
and physical reaction to their company. We ended up at yet another Mexican restaurant. We sat in a corner booth away from the
main dining section, with Ron and I on one side and Nora on the other. I oddly climbed in first, placing
myself nearest the window and effectively trapping myself in the booth. Once we all settled in and started
talking, I felt an almost panicked sense of entrapment at my lack of immediate
access to physical freedom. I was
caged by my own actions. I know
that sounds dramatic and ridiculous but I have a very strong fight or flight
response and even when I manage to sit still during difficult conversations, I
am eased significantly if I know that there is a ready escape route.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But, of course, that is all foolishness. Who needed to escape from what? But my antiquated reptilian instinct
was powerful nonetheless. And I was squirming in my seat – and not in a good erotic
way but rather in a desperately uncomfortable having this conversation kind of
way.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We ordered lunch and just talked. I do not even really know what we said. I recall reiterating my embarrassment
over my reactions to Ron’s time with Mona. Ron told me how much he valued our friendship and that he
has lots of friends. And yes, we
all know that. Again, Ron made a
distinction between friendships and relationships. And again, for me it is very artificial since I believe that
a friendship is a relationship, and that a relationship does not imply more,
but in his mind it obviously does.
We both discussed our commitment to our spouses and I made certain that
Nora heard that I had absolutely no interest in more than fun sexy times with
Ron. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What ever we said over lunch helped to settle us and allowed
us to find a mutual level of comfort.
By the end of lunch I found my hand wandering into Ron’s lap. My sexual desire to reunite with him
was surging in a way that was not possible to ignore. The mammalian urges were tremendously
strong. We touched under the table
making an attempt to be subtle.
Eventually Nora bluntly suggested we get a hotel room. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron secured a room at a hotel just across the highway from
the restaurant. While Ron registered for the room, Nora and I talked in the
parking lot. She was a bit
squirrely. I told her that if she
did not want this to happen that she should say so and I would leave. I told her that if she asked me to exit
the friendship for good that I would.
But that she needed to communicate her desires to me because I could not
read her mind or interpret her non-verbal communications. Then she stunned me. She said, “if Ron was not already
married to her that she could easily see Ron and I married.” She had apparently shared that tidbit
with others (who I am not clear) earlier in the year. I was absolutely flabbergasted. This had never, ever crossed my mind, not even once. I was not even remotely non-monogamous in
order to find a different life partner. I was non-monogamous to have great sex
with a variety of sexual partners. Period. Without
complications or expectations. And the degree to which sexual partners and
their spouses have become friends has been an added bonus that I had
underestimated from the get go. Nora left me shocked, bewildered and utterly speechless. But she did not ask me to go. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I assumed that if anyone was actually going to make use of the
hotel room it would be the three of us together, but when Ron eagerly extended
and re-extended the offer for Nora to join us, she declined emphatically. The dynamic between them was a bit odd
and I could not understand what was happening. She was purposefully leaving the two of us alone in the
hotel room. She later said that
she thought Ron and I needed a chance to communicate with each other on a
one-on-one basis after the fall out the previous weekend. Ron later told me that he was eager for
her to join because once he had been left in a hotel room with a woman who
subsequently sought to replace Nora.
Obviously that did not go well.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I went to the room. Nora went shopping. And, I seriously questioned the wisdom
of continuing with the plan. But, again, I decided to take Nora and Ron at
their word. It was their
responsibility to communicate with me if something was amiss. It would be inappropriate for me to
assume that I could read them correctly and reach the correct conclusions on my
own.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I had an hour and a half of intense sexual
connection that was phenomenally amazing.
We had never been completely alone. Ever. Nora is nearly always with us and when she was not, we were
in public places with others nearby, watching, or climbing onto the bed with us.
It was a bit disconcerting for me to have Nora leave us alone. On the heels of our parking lot
conversation and her unexpected declaration about Ron and I, I was not entirely
sure that I should be in the room alone with Ron, at all. But, Nora encouraged it. And Ron was eager for it. And I wanted to be with him to find our
balance; and sexually was the best way to do that. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In this world of ethical non-monogamy, communication is
vital and I can only take people on their word. I cannot assume what I think someone might be thinking,
wanting and not saying is even remotely accurate. I know people misinterpret me a great deal of the time. Even within my own marriage of nearly
20 years, Nick and I continually misinterpret each other. And we obviously know each other very,
very well with a shared lifetime. If Nick and I cannot always read each other accurately,
how can I have the slightest hope of presuming to understand even for a minute
anything that Nora (or anyone else) could be thinking? I take her at her
word. And if she wants something
from me, for me to do something differently, or for me to leave the friendship,
then she will have to say so. Until then, I will take her at her word and I
will continue to savor the intensely pleasurable sexual connection that Ron and
I enjoy.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-71128709007253774832013-10-10T00:49:00.000-07:002013-10-10T00:49:08.199-07:00August 24th, A Shiny New Penny
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I walked into the club and instantly felt uneasy. I was taken by surprise by unforeseen
anxiety and shortness of breath.
It was my first visit to the club since the boundary-breaking encounter
with Fabio and its unfortunate repercussions with Nick. I did not expect it to difficult for me
to return. Bill reminded me that I
was safe among friends. Phil updated me on the status of club reprimands for Fabio’s
misguided actions and reassured me that the club had my back. With all that I took a deep breath and
tried to shake my insecurities.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This was also my first club outing since Kelly and I
resolved our differences and became friends. And since the source of our prior discord had been Ron, I
wanted to touch base with her and make sure we were on the same page. I found her dressing for the evening in
one of the sleeping rooms. I
approached her and asked her if she had plans with Ron and if so to just let me
know and I will step aside. I did
not want to risk our fragile friendship running awry. She looked at me with an
expression that told me she was saying the ‘expected’ as opposed to what she
might really think. I was a bit
deflated when I realized that we were not really communicating. I reminded her that I did not pick up
on the social clues the last time things went afoul and that her explicitly
telling me what she thought or wanted on the matter of Ron would go a long way
to ensure that I do not miss the clues again tonight. But, she had no intention of making it easy. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In hindsight, I realized that Kelly may have been a little
miffed at me. We had talked about
going out together to the other club the previous night. But, when the opportunity arose, I was
not eager to go together for purely selfish reasons. I did not want to share Ron on our first night together
after the long summer. I was very reluctant to explain to Kelly my motivation,
but ultimately I did and hoped that she was not offended. It was certainly not
very ‘lifestyle’ of me to not want to share, but I did not want to share. And in the interest of being up front
and honest, I said so. My
expressed desire to have one-on-one time with Ron managed to make its way back
to Ron via the grapevine. I was uncomfortable that this personal tidbit of my
desire was shared with Ron. I did
not want to be perceived as possessive, because I was not. I was selfish in not wanting to share
and perhaps even greedy. So maybe
Kelly’s response to my inquiry about her evening plans with Ron was more in
reaction to her being annoyed with my prior behavior regarding our night out
that did not come to fruition. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Before dinner I saw Bill talking with an attractive blond
woman in her mid-50s. I could see
a familiar energy exchange between the two as they spoke. And I knew that Bill had a ‘date’
tonight with Mona. Mona was also
Nick’s favorite playmate whom I had yet to meet. So, I walked directly up to Bill and Mona and introduced
myself to her. She realized who I
was fairly quickly and graciously thanked me for sharing my husband with her so
freely. She seemed like a nice
enough woman, but I chose to keep my distance and space for the evening. I wanted to allow Nick the freedom and
comfort to continue to explore with Mona at will. I did not want to provide him with anything from me – a
comment or look – that could give him any kind of pause. Mona was his choice and I respected
that. So I was friendly, polite
and gave her wide berth without being rude (I hoped).</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I watched the dinner dynamics at the table between Bill and
Mona, Ron and Kelly, and Nora and myself.
Despite what Kelly had told me about having no plans to fuck Ron, she
was being aggressively sexually suggestive with him. Whether she wanted to make
a point or whether she wanted to fuck him I could not tell. But I wanted to give her space, as
well. It had been difficult not being
friends for many months, especially in terms of the deleterious effects it had
on my close friendship with Bill, and I did not want to return to that
depressing milieu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When Kelly moved out onto the dance floor and up into the
cage, I knew she would be occupied dancing for a while. I took advantage of the moment. I asked Ron if he thought this would be
a good time for us to escape to the play space and fuck while Kelly was
otherwise occupied. He concurred
and we headed upstairs. On the way we stopped in the sleeping room to change into
bedroom attire (no street clothes allowed in the play area). I asked Ron what
he thought of Mona. I said that I
had heard from a couple of sources that she was a lot of fun to play with and
that maybe Ron might want to consider playing with her. But, Ron very explicitly told me that
he did not want to encroach on Bill’s date for the evening and that he wanted
to be respectful of Bill.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was early in the night and the play space was vacant with
the exception of Sara and Jeffery, the monitors. This lovely couple tends to play off the typical club
evening sexual cycles in order to meet Jeffery’s official club responsibilities. They were lightly touching and clearly
moving toward something way more intimate and intense. Ron and I smiled at them mischievously
and headed around the corner to my favorite froggie chair (Ron prefers the
froggie chair that is in the highly trafficked area nearest the top of the
stairs…it tends to lead to more sex with other people for him and more
possibilities of group involvement).</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We played under the black lights on the beds adjacent to the
froggie chair for a while. We were
kissing, tumbling, sucking, finger fucking and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. It
did not take long before we were both ravenous more. My body was ripe, ready and eager for his cock. We shifted
up onto the froggie chair and he plunged his considerable cock deep into my
insatiable cunt and I melted with pleasure.<b>
</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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As usual, Ron liberated my overly exuberant sexual exclamations. My moans and cries escalated and
reverberated throughout the play area causing a virtual clamor of pleasurable sound. Soon our ecstatic symphony was matched
by similar gratifying sounds from the opposite side of the play space. Sara and Jeffery were matching our
sexual calls with their own and between the four of us we had a veritable
erotic orchestra sending erotic music out to all within hearing distance. It
was an excellent first fuck of the night with Ron and a sexually satisfying way
to start a promising evening.</div>
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We headed back downstairs and Ron was immediately whipped up
into the dancing frenzy with the wanton whirlwind that was Kelly and a couple
of other apparently unattached desirous women. Almost instantly, the women who were dancing with Ron were
taking turns sucking on Ron’s cock and he was loving it! I opted to head off in
another direction for the evening since I was side-lined from dancing due to a
knee injury. </div>
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I found myself in the indoor hot tub chatting and relaxing
with a couple and a single man that I had not encountered before. He was not particularly talkative, but
did eventually ask me rather directly if I wanted to go upstairs to play. I answered, “maybe.” A totally uncool
answer without a doubt! But, I
just was not sure, I had not even seen this man beyond his head…the rest of him
was submerged. He looked
incredulous at my non-committal answer. After another couple of moments I moved
over to sit with him to see if I could pick up a vibe or something that could help
me decide if I wanted to play with him. Once sitting closer, I stretched my
legs over his lap and he began to massage my feet and calves. His touch held a lot of potential and I
wanted to feel his hands roam across my body. It made me wonder what else his energy had to share with me.</div>
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Needless to say, we decided to go upstairs to play. At the top of the stairs I saw Ron at
the froggie chair pounding away at a woman – though she did not look like one of
the women I had seen him with on the dance floor….so I wondered what happened
to that set of ladies. But,
clearly, erotic fun was well under motion and there was a group gathered around
watching, touching and probably hoping to participate. I did not see Nora.</div>
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I also saw Bill and Mona engaged in some raucous sex in the
open play area immediately to the right at the top of the stairs and just
around the corner from Ron and his sexual frenzy. Bill was pounding Mona hard. And he had a huge smile of his
face that was radiating so brightly that it practically lit up that side of the
play area. He looked up and saw me
entering the play space with the hot tub man, Calvin, and waved
enthusiastically at me without missing a beat as he vigorously thrust in and
out of Mona’s pussy. It was a pretty funny site all things considered.</div>
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Calvin and I selected a lower bed in the 60s neon flower
child environs and started kissing which led very quickly to Calvin’s tongue
and lips on my vulva and his fingers in my pussy. It was decidedly pleasant and
felt increasingly good. I was beginning to respond with gentle writhing and
moans. Calvin took this as a
positive sign. He had indeed started my orgasmic engines, but he had not revved
them up to anywhere near top speed.
But it was enough for me to take mattes into my own hands. He rolled over and leaned back with his
condom-clad cock reaching for the ceiling. </div>
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I climbed above his cock and wrapped my pussy around his
shaft from top to bottom. He felt good inside and my cunt was already
approaching a point where I just could not deny myself. So I rode his cock hard
in brief spurts, feeling his rigid member push rhythmically up against my
G-Spot until I began a series of explosive repeated climaxes. I just kept riding him, causing his
cock to move deliberately around inside my pussy allowing me to reach a point
where I simply could not hold back.
I came over and over again on top of him. He looked up at me with surprise and uttered, ‘oh, wow.’ I smiled devilishly and said, “you know
I am just using you for my own pleasure here.” He smiled and said, “ I am totally good with that.” I laughed and climaxed a few more times
before Calvin rolled me over on my back and fucked me hard for a few minutes
before his condom-clad cock exploded inside my pussy. I could <i>almost</i> feel his ejaculation slamming up
against my cervix. I love to feel
a man ejaculate inside my cunt. It makes me hot just thinking about the feeling
as I write. But, in the non-monogamy
world, I never experience the erotic and sensual feel of the force of a man’s ejaculate
inside me. And I almost never feel
it when he is condom-clad. So this was a rare delight.</div>
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Calvin and I really did not talk. It was essentially an anonymous fuck. I was not especially social on this
night and I used him in the way that men so often use women. And he was as good with it as I usually
am when I am on the receiving end.
We parted saying that we might see each other later in the night. And
yes, it would be fun to have another go.
Destiny did not see fit to cross our paths again this night, but I would
enjoy fucking him again should the opportunity arise.</div>
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After freshening up, I went downstairs to rehydrate. I checked out the dance floor and watched
the remaining sexies out there dancing.
Some of the club patrons were a real treat to watch on the dance floor. The women in particular could be
overtly erotic….but I wondered if they played upstairs where the sexual is
completely open or if they just stayed downstairs for the extended tease. I have yet to determine what really
happens with some those sexy writhing females bodies on the dance floor. Some I
have never seen upstairs.</div>
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As I was watching, a man that called himself Ralph
approached me. It was very curious
because he looked nothing like a Ralph and it was a bit tough for me to keep a
straight face when he told me his name was Ralph (there is a long history with
the name that I will spare you).
The juxtaposition between the name and the package was just
extreme. But, Ralph sounded like
it <i>could</i> be a fun.</div>
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Ralph was new in the club scene and said he had come to the
club with a female friend who was off playing somewhere. He asked me if I would be interested in
playing with him. He was gung ho
to jump in feet first and was looking for a willing and ready playmate. I was not especially attracted to his
physical self, but I found his frankness to be appealing and brave. So, I decided to take him up for a spin
to see what he could offer. As we
were walking though the play area, I heard Ron call out my name. I looked into one of the large lower
beds near the bathroom and froggie chair.
I was greeted with an interesting sight, but not quite the configuration
that I had expected to see. I saw
Kelly who I thought would be fucking Ron, but there was someone in between Ron
and Kelly. Who that heck was that
woman? I had not the slightest
idea who she was, but her face was deeply entrenched in Kelly’s pussy and Kelly
looked as though her pussy receptive capacity was on the edge of being exceed
by the exuberance of this clearly very bi-sexual woman. Likewise at the other end, so to speak,
I saw Ron’s cock fucking this woman enthusiastically from behind. Ron was smiling from ear to ear and Kelly
was equally as thrilled…well sort of. I was free to join, but did not. In
hindsight, I had had many opportunities to join in some very fun sexy action
with Ron or others through out the evening, and I probably should have jumped
at the chance.</div>
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Ralph selected an upper bed with a broad view of two areas
of the play space. I understood
the appeal, but at this time of the evening, the upper areas can get down right
hot! And sure enough, it was
sweltering up there. But, what the
heck, that is what showers are for.
So we headed up the ladder.
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Ralph wanted to touch my body and massage me. He traipsed his fingertips lightly over
my entire body. It was a somewhat
pleasant feel but it was not sexually arousing per se. Honestly it was more likely to put me
to sleep that get me off. Just as
I was considering mixing it up, he settled upon my pussy for what turned out to
be a most unusual experience.
Ralph began to gently pinch my vulva. He methodically went up and down my inner and outer labia
careful to include every nook and cranny.
He gently pinched every little bit of me. I was getting very mildly aroused by the odd sensations, but
it was not making me want to fuck him (or anyone). I was beginning to writhe slightly and moan ever so
gently. He, however, was getting
unbelievably rock hard. His
perception of my pleasure was phenomenally exciting for him. He explicitly said that my getting so
excited was an incredible turn on for him. </div>
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Okay, for anyone who reads my blog, you will know that the
above paragraph did not indicate at all that I was salivating with desire. It was all I could do not to laugh when
I thought of the difference between my reaction (and his interpretation of it)
to his touch and my true sexual orgasmic capacity. I knew then that he really was knew to the club, because
while I don’t know that many people, it is not exactly a secret that I am
multi-orgasmic and down right loud when the sex is phenomenal.</div>
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Anyway, I was glad Ralph was pleased with himself and decide
to let him enjoy his sexual foray.
I gleefully wrote it all off as an anthropological experience for myself! Ok, not so nice, but I did not have the
heart to tell him what I was really thinking nor did I have the desire to hang
in there and guide him to meet my needs.
So with his excited rigid cock condom clad, he rammed himself into my
pussy for a minute or so and we were done. One take away from this encounter was that I really should
insist on lube. Often, like in
this encounter, men do not think that need to use lube. I can assure you, it is always better
with proper lubricant!!</div>
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After a quick shower, I found Ron, Bill and Mona all
downstairs near the dance floor. I
touched Ron’s back and he felt hot and sticky. I wondered if the erotic moist heat emanating from his back
was from recent dancing or residual sexual exuberance. I was predisposed to assume the later. I was not inclined to hang around the
dance floor and Mona. I was not in
the mood to be politely social and knew that she might want to connect since
she was my husband’s regular fuck buddy.
I figured making myself scarce was a better approach and it allowed me
to avoid being misinterpreted…a common occurrence.</div>
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Nora appeared from somewhere like magic. I asked her to accompany me to the yurt
out behind the club. It was
literally a yurt, which these days was being used as separate space to explore
alternative erotic play. The sexy
activities in the yurt were BDSMesque, with flogging on a St. Andrew’s cross,
fire play and a violet wand for electrical stimulation. I was interested in trying the
fire play. Nora had tried it
earlier this year and enjoyed it a lot. Unfortunately, someone was already engaged in fire
play so it was not to be. Instead
Nora and I watched an amazingly erotic scene with Alan sending electric charges
through his fingertips all over the body of a sexy physically enticing
man. He was completely nude,
resting back on a table. Alan was
traipsing his fingers over his body with special attention to his breasts and
nipples. It was an intensely
erotic experience for him, which increased to epic proportions when Alan’s
touch moved to his cock and balls.
He loved it. He was beside himself with explicit expression of
undeniable pleasure that bordered on the edge of pain. This man was writhing on the bed at
Alan’s touch and crying out with exuberance while teetering on the
pain/pleasure threshold. It was
undoubtedly one of the most erotic visual and aural scenes I have ever been
granted the opportunity to witness.
It was a pivotal moment for me to experience by proximity the magnitude
of erotic energy that lingering on the brink of pain could deliver. And a man writhing at the hands of
another man while his female partner looked on was fabulously seductive.</div>
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After the BDSM yurt, I headed back up to the hot tub to just
relax and avoid people dynamics. I
was not up for anything heavy tonight and did not want to engage anyone about
anything that was even remotely serious and was content to keep somewhat to
myself. As I was slowly melting
into the hot tub, I noticed Ron walk past the window with Mona trailing
him. Now, I thought that was a
very interesting turn of events. I
wondered how it had come to pass that the two of them were heading up into the
play area together. Just a few
hours earlier, Ron told me that he would not pursue Mona because of his respect
for Bill. It was a bit curious for
me, but I did not dwell on it much as I really did not care that much about
what action led to what movement.
I thought hooray for Ron, because it was clear that he got an undeniable
high out of fucking new women….fucking new women was like a source of adrenalin
for Ron in the same way that being fucked by a number of men in a Gang Bang
scenario sends me soaring to ecstatic heights.</div>
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While Mona and Ron were fucking away upstairs, I went
trolling around the club with no real goal or intent. What I found was totally out of character for the club and
really set me on edge. At the door
to the sleeping room I encountered a couple. He was sitting on a chair and visibly upset; she was on her
knees looking compunctious and crying.
They were conversing in whispers, but the gravity of the exchange was
clear even from a distance. </div>
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I needed to find another space to occupy that did not have
this heavy emotional vibe saturating the air. I found Denise sitting alone in a single chair placed on the
dance floor watching a few remaining sexy ladies slithering around each other
and entwining themselves in the bars of the elevated cage in a steamy and
sensuous fashion. It is always a delight to watch the sexy bi-tending ladies
dance together. I joined Denise
and enjoyed the erotic display for a while. And then Denise and I were
distracted by what appeared to be an aggressive argument between a woman and a
man wearing a heavy chain collar – the same man that I had passed ten minutes
earlier on slamming his cock doggy style into a woman in the downstairs
conversation pit nearest the play area.
He was fucking her ruthlessly when I passed. He had a tight grip on her hair, pulling her head and neck
back as he pummeled her pussy with almost violent disregard. She was not going anywhere until
he fucked her to his satisfaction. I had been a bit taken aback by his demeanor
and the intensity of the sexual exchange at the time. It was edgier sex than I
typically witnessed in the club.</div>
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Near the dance floor we hear a loud, hard, resounding slap.
Denise and I were now completely distracted by the ensuing argument that we
witnessed. We discussed between us
whether the aggressive and very non-club like behavior was part of their own
play style or whether there was actually a serious violent tending incident
playing out before our eyes. It
was a 50-50 call. But, even if it
was part of their play repertoire, it was decidedly out of the comfort zone of
expected club conduct. Denise left to discuss the confrontation with Phil, one
of the club managers. </div>
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Shaking off the residue of confrontation, I headed upstairs
into the sleeping room only to discover the earlier couple at one end of the
sleeping area cuddled and crying together…not in a loving intimate way but
rather in a painful hurt kind of way.
Argh! That energy was a major downer and not one in which I wished to
share physical space. </div>
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Seeking only happy, sensual energy, I headed back up into
play spaces. I was trolling around
with half a mind to play and half a mind to sleep – though the sleeping room
was contaminated with negative energy and the play area was still a cacophony
of moans and cries of ecstasy. I rounded the corner and stopped in my tracks. I
saw Ron and Mona entwined in an intimate, affectionate cuddle, which I
recognized immediately. I knew
they had been playing for hours so the sex must have been great (and I had
certainly heard plenty from both Nick and Bill that Mona was a blast in the
sack), but I had not suspected that there would be a bond. Ron comes and goes and fucks a wide
range of women. And I really had
never cared in the least.</div>
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But, seeing Ron and Mona enmeshed with such intimacy,
shockingly caused me pain. It hurt because I realized that the special place
that I had held in his eye was diminished. I had been feeling this moment coming for some months as the
newness of our time together withered and Ron’s touch gradually lost its
urgency. Do not get me wrong, Ron
and I are magnetically attracted to each other and that continues with its own
sense of greedy desire. But, to
lose the status of the shiny new playmate was painful.</div>
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I was stunned by my reaction. It was entirely unexpected. I
had no idea that I had emotions twisted up in what I had considered a fantastic
sexual friendship. We were always
mutually desirous and our sexual ardor remained intense. But, when did I become somehow bonded
to Ron in a way that would permit me to have such a strong emotional reaction
to seeing him and Mona cuddled intimately together. I was overwhelmed,
bewildered and astonished by my reaction, which I deemed to be entirely out of
bounds and inappropriate. I had
been preparing for weeks to encounter Nick and Mona together and was somewhat
emotionally steeled for that event.
I had also know for months that Mona was a favorite of Bill as well…with
whom I had developed a deep friendship – with occasional benefits – over the
last year, a relationship I valued highly.</div>
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In the beginning, it was all about sex. But, somewhere along the line select
playmates became friends. When and
how it happened, I do not know. I
do think that I was probably the only one who did not realize that I was
developing attachments. In the
beginning, Nick and I talked about attachment and polyamory. At the time I insisted that I was only
interested in the encounters for the sake of sex. And the pure sexual component remains paramount for me. But, Nick said that he liked personal
connections and thought he many be more inclined toward poly
relationships. During the early
days of our non-monogamy foray, I did not really see myself connecting
emotionally at all in any significant way, never mind anything even approaching
poly. I still don’t really see the poly world as a place the adequately
addresses my newfound emotional connections.</div>
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Astonished by my visceral reaction to seeing Ron and Mona
embracing and fondling in such an intimate way, I left the play area and
returned to the sleeping area. I
laid down next to Nora who was already there trying to sleep. She looked at me and asked what was
wrong, so it must have been written plainly on my face. My expression pretty much tells all…even
when I do not want it to. I told her that Ron had “found his new favorite play
toy” and she said, “You mean his penis?”
I said, “No, where he puts his penis.” “Ahhhhh,” and she understood
immediately what I meant. Ron and
Nora had been in the lifestyle for many, many years and I was certain that this
was something with which Nora was well experienced. I wondered how it made her feel that I was having difficulty
with Ron’s enthusiasm for a new woman.
How ironic and misplaced my reactions must have seemed to her. Ron is her husband, after all. </div>
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I drifted off to sleep as I struggled internally with my
thoughts and emotions. I was
phenomenally hurt at the realization that I was no longer Ron’s shiny new penny
and that he may have found his new obsession. I had not realized how much I had enjoyed holding a special
place in his sphere (and I wondered how much that might bother Nora). I was devastated to realize that I did
not know my own feelings and emotions.
I had been a master at denial for this to hit me so hard. And I was very
angry with myself that I reacted the way I did. I felt a tumultuous storm churning inside which violently
questioned my motivation and the core of my being. I was so distraught with my own reaction that I was
literally nauseous.</div>
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I finally found myself in a rocky, light slumber but was
unable to settle deeply into sleep because I was cold. I debated getting up and going to sleep
in the play area where it was warmer, but could not find the motivation to
move. Eventually Ron entered the sleeping
room, woke Nora and asked her to join him in the play area to sleep
together. He turned to me and my
gaze once again must have been revealing.
The first thing out of his mouth was, “Are you mad at me?” So he knew. I was not mad at him at all, but I was seethingly furious
with myself. I did not want to
join him in the sleeping area.
But, I was cold and agreed to go anyway. Truthfully, if I had a vehicle that night I would have left
the club. My negative energy was
no good for anyone and I needed to fight my own demons.</div>
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As I was departing the sleeping area, Kelly and Bill were
entering and I felt an interesting energy waft over from them, something with a
message for me. I could not interpret it, but it felt a bit like a
warning. I should have heeded my
instincts and stayed. But, instead
I went with Nora and Ron to the play space to sleep as we so often have in the
past.</div>
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It was a mistake for me to join Ron. I did not know that Mona was an invited
bedmate for the sleeping portion of the night as well. I bristled more strongly than I ever
would have anticipated. I had zero
desire to sleep with Mona – who was now firmly sexually (and emotionally?)
entrenched with the three men that I care about. Mona was Nick’s absolute favorite playmate. Bill very much
enjoyed her company with some regularity and now Ron. I was perplexed at how Mona could almost overnight be in
every corner of my non-monogamy world.
And while I held nothing against her for her involvement with these men
and I understood the nature of the non-monogamous world, I did not want to sleep
with her. </div>
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My bristling was apparent to Ron. I needed to leave the space for a while to try and find my
equilibrium. I did not want to say anything I would regret and I most certainly
did not want to communicate any of this to Mona, because she really had very
little to do with it. It was about
me. And it would have been very
unfair for me to give her any other impression. </div>
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Ron blocked my way out of the chosen sleep space. I firmly told him that I was going to
sit in the hot tub. I repeated myself probably three times. Ron did not move but rather observed me
with intention and an energy that I could not readily identify. Whatever it was, I sensed that it would
exceed my comfort zone exponentially and I hoped he would choose not to reveal
it to me. He watched me closely
and seemed to be debating what action if any he should take given my obvious
state of irritation. Ron
wisely moved aside just when I was about to burst with the need to escape the
situation.</div>
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I sat in the hot tub for quite a sustained length of time. I would have slept there if I did not
think I would slide under the water and drown by accident. I was trying to understand what the hell
was going on inside my head. I was
trying to be rational and calm. Eventually, I talked myself back down into a
zone of logic where I could see how irrational and inappropriate my responses
were. I returned to the sleeping
space and curled up in my sheet and blanket about as far away from Ron, Mona
and Nora as I could get and slept in fits and starts for the remainder of the
night.</div>
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As the night transitioned into morning, Ron and I began to
reach out toward each other seeking reconnection. I wanted to feel him and gage my response to him following
such a turbulent internal event.
He asked if I was okay. I
said I was not entirely okay. He
asked if I was angry with him. I
was not angry with him. But, I was
very angry with myself. I asked
him to join me in the hot tub so we could talk.</div>
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Once alone in the hot tub I explained to him my reaction to
what I had witnessed between him and Mona the night before. I explained how it
made me feel and how much it hurt to experience the end of the special place I
held in his eye. I tried to
explain it with the analogy of ‘a shiny new penny.’ I had been his shiny new penny for many months – more months
than I could have anticipated, truthfully. But, that now he had found another woman with whom he found
a similar connection. She seemed
to be the ‘shiny new penny.” I
think he understood what I was saying.
I expressed that I also felt my feelings to be both entirely
inappropriate and out of bounds. Ron reaffirmed the value of our sexual
friendship and his commitment to his marriage with Nora – which he was always
adamant about and which I fully respected, just as he respected my marriage.</div>
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Ron and I reconnected sexually in the froggie chair with a
resounding morning fuck.
Ironically, Sara and Jeffery were in the play area again. The four of us shared our boisterous
expression of exuberant sexual pleasure with each other as the night came to a
close and daylight streamed through the windows. Not surprisingly, we roused the few remaining sexies and some
of them also began their own carnal indulgence that led to a virtual orchestra
of sexual harmony.</div>
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Post-sex Ron and I returned to the hot tub and found Nora and
Mona chatting. I have no idea the
direction of their conversation, but am sure it would have been fun to be a fly
on the wall. Nora pretty
immediately rose to leave the hot tub.
I followed shortly thereafter; I did not wish to stay with Mona and Ron.
And I knew that Ron would like to be alone with Mona, so I went to shower. While I took one of the first club
showers alone that I have had in many months, through the steamy windows I
could see Ron glide through the bubbling water over to Mona and slip his
fingers inside her pussy, her back arched with visible pleasure.</div>
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As I dressed, I told Nora exactly what I had told Ron. I did not want her to think that I was
encroaching on her husband in any way.
I wanted her to be fully informed. She said she understood, was not
surprised and did not feel threatened by me in any way. She also said that it was perfectly
clear that Ron and I had a very unique connection. She had seen that for many months. It seems that I was the only one that was wearing blinders. Nick
had said something quite similar months earlier. It seemed I was an expert of denial.</div>
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I went downstairs to breakfast and found myself choosing a
seat at a table with Bill, Mona and Ron and two other people. There were three empty seats between
the two men. I knew that there was
an intimate connection between us all.
Both Moan and I had both had shared both men as well as my husband. I opted not to sit next to either
man. A bizarre choice, perhaps,
but I just was not comfortable in the proximity of either Ron or Bill over
breakfast, or Mona for that matter!
I needed my own space. I felt surrounded by an intricate web that I did
not realize I had taken a part in weaving until this weekend. How did I manage to let myself get so
complicated?</div>
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Upon departing the club, I rode with Nora and Ron on the way
back south to pick up my car. It was
a low energy time without a lot of talking. In hindsight, I am not sure that
anyone really knew what to say. I
had gotten all weird the night before (and probably even this morning). I was fairly despondent and I did not
know what I thought about what had happened and had no idea what to say about
any of it. We stopped off for
Mexican for lunch. We sat in a
booth that was opposite a booth full of children. I sat next to Ron and Nora was opposite us. As a result of the proximity of
children, I found myself speaking softly so that we would not be
overheard. In retrospect that was
a very poor choice. Later Nora lamented that for the first time she had felt
like a third-wheel during that meal.
She could not hear the conversation and thought we/I was shutting her
out. I was shocked when she told
this to me, but given the events of the night before and my sharing with both
her and Ron separately in the morning, I cannot say that her reaction was out
of line. When I look back now, it
does strike me as, perhaps, a sign of more than feeling like a third-wheel at a
shared meal.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Later when I met up with Nick, he could sense my mood. But, he was exhausted from his weekend
camping trip. I gauged our moods
and felt like talking about what had happened should wait until the morning. But, of course, Nick and his ever over
active imagination began to spin a web of anxiety for himself. By the time the next morning rolled
around he was worried and had had little sleep. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He joined me in the shower and I tried to explain to him what
had happened and how it had made me feel.
It was very hard for me to share this with Nick, but again, I was
promoting our policy of full disclosure.
I knew that Nick had thought I was more into Ron that I would admit for
quite sometime. And it turned out
that he was correct. It just took
me a little longer than pretty much anyone else to figure it out for
myself. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I overestimated Nick’s capacity to be empathetic and
understand that I was hurting. I
was hoping that he would be able to comfort me and just be present to bear
witness to my experience and how it made me feel. Instead I was sad when he said to me that he understood
because Ron had been my ‘new shiny penny’ to the detriment of Nick’s special
shine in my eye. I was floored
that my husband could for a minute assume that my open marriage friendship with
Ron (and his wife) was in anyway a dimming of my own husband’s appeal. I was stunned and saddened. But then again, I suppose asking so
much of my spouse even in an open marriage was being overly optimistic. </div>
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It has been 75 days since I was at an adult club. The
abstention was partly by choice, influenced by busy summer schedules and accommodating
delayed health care needs, but honestly it was largely a function of uncertainty
on my part. My reaction to the events of late May was to hunker down and
retreat. I kept my head down and
avoided much in the way of engagement on many fronts. It really wasn’t until a couple weeks ago
when I started to feel excited about the possibility of going out. Nick had met a woman and had been frequenting
the club with some regularity and I was FINALLY feeling like I wanted to go
out, let loose, and return to my new normal me.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nick took the children camping for the weekend so I was blessed
to have two whole nights to relax, enjoy myself, reconnect with my sexual self
and unleash the orgasmic beast within – the same one that had mostly been in
hiding deep within the recesses of my mind for most of the summer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had a tranquil day unwinding as I meandered around slowly
heading south to the evening’s activities, hitting the summer sales on the way
and catching a flick at the local cinema.
I ended up watching a movie which I had mistakenly taken for an
uplifting romance – though I had no idea until the movie started that it was a
Woody Allen film….I must investigate better before choosing a film next time.
Woody Allen irks me with his predictable rhythms and deliberate cadence. And there is nothing uplifting about
Woody Allen material. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
As the evening turned into night, Ron and Nora arrived at our
usual motel. My room was number 69 and sported a spacious king size bed. How unbelievably appropriate! We had
not seen each other since my last club outing – 75 days ago - so I was excited
and yet oddly nervous to see them.
Nervous? Yes, but I could
not put my finger on why I was nervous. Maybe it was a function of my
anticipation….or even an unexplained trepidation. This night was a night of reuniting with sexual playmates
and friends after a long break, getting back into the free wheeling sex club
scene, rehabilitating my bruised psyche, and reestablishing the essential
nature of my being in the titillating world of non-monogamy.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After warm and fuzzy hugs all the way around, our
combustible desire ignited and Ron and I simply could not keep our hands off
one another. We started kissing and touching, tentatively at first and then
with more urgency. His body was as
enticing as ever; his erection visually and physically evident, bulging in his
jeans. Just the sight of his hard
cock – even constrained by clothing – was a huge turn on for me resulting in
fluttering in my groin as my wet pussy yearned for contact and my vulva began to
pulse. I wanted to fuck him straightaway. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nora and Ron both suggested that we forgo the club entirely
and just stay in the motel. After
all, we were very eager to get straight to the intimate sexual part of our time
together and really, what difference did it make where we fucked? However, Nick and I had not yet reach
consensus that staying in a motel with one’s lover (and his wife in my case)
for a night of exquisite fucking, as opposed to a night of raucous public fucking
in a swingers’ club with a potentially diverse group of partners (followed by a
hotel stay), was acceptable. And this was exceptionally poignant in that just
the previous weekend, Nick had done just that (another story that perhaps Nick
will share on his blog) without prior consultation with me. Unlike Nick, I choose to insist that we
go out to the club as planned.
Both Nora and Ron were game but I definitely sensed that Ron would
rather have stayed at the motel for a night of sexual reconnection. Honestly, I
would rather have stayed in the motel and gotten down to business. Of course,
we had the option of immediate sexual gratification in the motel – and we came
close - and then going out….but if we did that I did not believe for a second
we would ever actually leave the motel!</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I slipped into my faux black leather dress and sexy new
black heels and we were off. I was
enthusiastic and rearing to go for a relaxing sex-filled night – along with my self-inflicted
residual reluctance, hesitancy and timidity that I desperately sought to
expunge. I urgently wanted to get
back to the secure, confident, safe non-monogamous place that I had thoroughly enjoyed
in the pre-Fabio and pre-aftermath world.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
As soon as we arrived at the club, we discovered Kyle and
Sabrina fucking away in one of the upstairs rooms with yet another couple that
Ron and Nora had reportedly introduced into the Lifestyle a few months earlier.
I had seen them many times at the club since I first encountered them in
January. And there had been mutual
flirting and definite interest every time. I liked the way Kyle’s eyes roam
across my body when we meet. But
darn if our schedules just did not seem to line up! They arrive early, fuck
early and leave early - always as far as I can tell. We continuously seem to discover them enthusiastically embroiled
in a sexy full swap scenario or just finishing up! This time both Nora and I had drinks in our hands and we
were loath to put them down after what had happened to Kelly the previous
month. (Side note: Kelly was at the same club and someone slipped something into
her drink. By her own account, she became an insanely sexual animal and fucked
like crazy for a period of time before becoming nearly incapacitated.)</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After saying hello to Kyle and Sabrina we wandered through
the upstairs. Ron and I were more
than ready to go find a place to play. The fishbowl was enticingly vacant and an absolute favorite
for my exhibitionist tendencies, but Ron suggested that we find a room where we
could be alone. I had really been
looking forward to one on one time with Ron and I imagine since he knew this
that he was trying to accommodate my desires. Because honestly, I find it to be a little out of his
character to turn down a play space that opens the door (and window) to a
broader sexual party as the fishbowl so aptly does and allows for considerable
exhibitionist satisfaction. I
would have been fine either way. I
just could not wait to feel Ron’s amazing cock deep within my body and his
magical fingers in my cunt bringing me absolutely blissful G-Spot orgasms. I desperately
wanted Ron to fuck me royally, long and hard, until I could come no
more….though, truthfully, I have yet to find that orgasmic limit. Maybe there is no limit to my orgasmic
potential!! Ok, maybe that is waaaay overly optimistic, but so far, I have not
found myself unable to reach that phenomenal orgasmic state at the end of a
busy fucking night, rather I seem to just want to climax more, which is part of
why I just love this Lifestyle and the club environment. It is also probably why I enjoy Gang
Bangs so, so much.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I chose the first room on the left in the backside
of the club on the first floor, just off the dining area. We did not draw the curtain so
voyeuristic diners had the option of enjoying our sexual display while they
ate. Ron’s magic fingers brought
me to unparalleled G-Spot orgasms almost instantly. We were a tumble of passionate kissing, grasping and
touching, enthusiastic licking, ravenous sucking and thoroughly delighting in
each other’s bodies and erotic attentions and intentions. It had been a long time since we had
merged sexually and I was famished for Ron’s particular energies and sexual
prowess. Every man delights me in
different ways – some far more intensely than others – but Ron consistently
pleasures me in unbelievably addictive ways. I always want more.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When we decided to come up for air and find Nora, we were
drenched and definitely needed a shower.
The showers were not far from our play space, just a short walk through
the dining area. Club rules dictate that women must always wear shoes so I slipped
on my sexy new black heels endowed with metal decorations that matched the
leather choker I was wearing. I
checked my physical insecurities and self-consciousness and took a deep
breath. Dressed only in a black leather-studded
choker and heels, I picked up my dress and walked through the dining area
toward the shower. Another first,
I had never before found the cojoñes to walk through this club in the nude
before – never mind the dining area!
But, my life has been full of firsts – sexual and otherwise – this last
year. With each first, I find a new lightness of being.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I did not make it to the shower as nearly quickly as I had
anticipated. Kyle and Sabrina were
directly in my path talking with
Nora and others and preparing to depart the club. They stopped me with an overly appreciative visual appraisal
of my current state – nude, in heels and very obviously freshly and thoroughly
fucked! Kyle and Sabrina asked me
again to get in touch with them, as they were eager to play as well. (Note to self: I have got to find their
card and contact information!)
Kyle gave me a little hug and lightly tongue-endowed kiss as a good-bye. I gazed at his playful eyes, smiled a
broad devilish smile while standing there completely nude in front of him. My more suggestive stance led to a more
intimate, deep, tantalizingly suggestive kiss. The sparkle in Kyle’s eye and that last kiss held some very naughty,
enticing promise. I would have to
work harder to meet up with them to play sometime soon.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After a warm, slippery, soapy shower, Ron and I emerged dripping
to discover an attractive twenty-something young woman busily primping in the
mirror. She looked at us with and
awed expression and said, “Wow, you two are glowing!” She continued on with a
series of statements about how obvious it was that Ron and I enjoyed each other
sexually and how we radiated with desire and palpable pheromones. I was a bit taken aback by her unusual forwardness
and I could not decide if she was hitting on us as a sexual pair, on Ron or
just being friendly. Her
conversation traversed into provocative territory, an exchange in which one
does not often travel in a sex club without premeditated mischievous intent. However, her body language and general
vibes did not seem to support the necessary physical intent, despite the
conversational prelude, that would be necessary to take it to another
level. She did say something to
the effect of ‘who do I have to blow to get a vodka martini?’ So, I am sure
that you can guess who then produced a vodka martini! Unfortunately Ron did not get the hoped for blow job….from
her, that is.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Shortly thereafter, we rounded the corner and saw Madeline
and her partner, Ben, whom I had not met previously. Mary was vivacious and fun to be around as always. The four of us went in search of Nora
so we could all play together but Nora had disappeared into a back room and all
the doors were closed. Another
Club rule – never open a closed door in a play space. We knew Nora was back there behind a closed door and we
could hear her sexual exclamations but we could not for the life of us identify
which door she was behind!
Eventually we gave up and went upstairs in hopes that the fishbowl was available
for play. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And it was!
Mary and Ben began playing and Ron and I picked up where we had left
off. Before we knew it Nora climbed
through the window and joined the pile of writhing bodies. I enjoyed listening as Mary and Nora
were pleasured. I liked touching Mary
as the men in the room pleasured her orally and digitally. Her sounds of obvious pleasure were
contagious.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
While we were
on the fishbowl, I realized there was a man standing a respectful distance from
the door watching Ron and I. I
wondered if he wanted to join the fun, but he gave no signal other than intent,
stone-faced observation. Not a
smile or a glint in his eye – nothing at all to indicate that he was eager and
enthusiastic. Interestingly, I
watched this man watching Ron and I the entire night. Ron noticed him as
well. He was always just a few
feet away watching us. Possibly
longing to play but unsure how to engage?
If he had asked I would have welcomed him warmly and fucked him eagerly,
but something held me back from initiating. Despite the great sex of the evening, I was feeling reserved
and inhibited – more so than my normal self, perhaps even less
enthusiastic. I am sure that
Ron could feel it. It permeated me
and I was working hard to move through it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Toward the end of the fishbowl extravaganza I leaned over
and kissed Mary. Even though I am still somewhat on the fence in terms of my
sexual interest in women, I do enjoy kissing women, especially when they are
being fucked. I also like
caressing women’s breasts and every so often I delight in sucking and nibbling
on gorgeous erect nipples. Beyond that the jury is still out. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Midnight snack time rolled around and Ron, Nora, Madeline
and Ben headed to the buffet for sustenance. Unfortunately, after a night of fucking, food did NOT appeal
to me in the slightest. I tried to
hang out with them and be social while they were eating, but I just could not
stomach the sight and smell of food and I really did not want to sit down…I
needed to keep moving. So instead,
I went trolling upstairs. The attention and interest I garnered from men when I
was on my own was truly remarkable on this particular evening. However, by this point in the night the
consumption of alcohol limited my options of would be suitors. When a man flirtatiously approached me
and ask me to play and a waft of strong alcohol smacked me directly in the
face, I could only respond in the negative. The thing is, if they had not been drinking enough to whack
me in the face with fumes, I would probably have said yes. Because, I would have enjoyed fucking
more men and exploring more because every man’s sexual style and physical
attributes are decidedly different and I had no real way to judge the magnitude
of pleasure a man could bring me without actually doing the needful and fucking
him. Feeling the magnetic quality
of his energy (or lack thereof) though pre-coitus touching can be helpful but
was still not an accurate way to predict potential sexual gratification. Since the beginning of my journey in
non-monogamy, I had managed to fuck some men that I wish I had weeded out before
the actual act. But, I had also
had some earth shattering encounters with men that on first blush I would not
have wanted to fuck. So really, I
should just fuck whenever the opportunity presents and enjoy all the experiences
for what they are. And that thought has me tingling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After the midnight snack, everyone ended up upstairs scoping
for more sexual opportunities. The
same ever watchful man stood near Ron and I studying us again; and again, not
even a smile or spark of interest emanated from his eyes. Nora was leaning against the balcony
watching the sexy couples on the dance floor below. I observed an remarkably sexy, attractive black man approach
and ask Nora if she would like to play.
At first she did not hear him and he had to repeat his request. And then
she turned him down! I know that
it can be incredibly hard for a man to get up the nerve to ask a woman for sexy
play in the first place, but then to have to repeat the offer and then get
rejected, well, that has to be hard on the ego for some men. I should have been smart and grabbed him
as he walked by, but was still stunned that Nora turned him down. It is ironic because I have seen Nora
turn down attractive men like this a number of times, yet on occasion she
laments that men do not find her attractive and are not interested in her
sexually. And that is just not
true. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I were both sensing a dearth of potential play
partners so he suggested we indulge our insatiable selves on the nearby black
leather sofas, which looked onto the dancing pole. I had played there with Ron once before but I had never full
on fucked on the sofas. It tended
to be out of my comfort zone, which is an incredibly bizarre thing to say given
what seems to fall inside my comfort zone these days!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our sexy sofa time started with a plush white cotton towel placed
under my bare backside to protect the sofa from the drippy wetness that I was
likely to produce. I remember sitting on the edge of the sofa taking Ron’s
already stiff cock in my mouth and licking and sucking him. I had only just started when he told me
to lean back so that he could taste me.
I leaned back into the sumptuous sofa. Ron was quickly on his knees with his face immersed between
my legs enthusiastically eating my pussy.
I could do nothing but lean way back and enjoy the erotic sensations and
observe the remaining club patrons watching our sexual encounter. Leaning back on a sofa, fully exposed
was an oddly vulnerable position from which to be regarded by total strangers.
But, not surprisingly, I enjoyed being watched.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron emerged from my nether region and plunged his
condom-clad cock deep into me. The
deep satisfaction that I experienced when he entered me caused me to emit a
deep guttural moan that was masked by the almost deafening music that despite
the late hour still reverberated throughout the club. But my euphoric pleasure was perceptibly evident on my face
and through my full-body physical response to being fucked by Ron. Our voyeurs were getting their
monies worth. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Afterwards I went to the ladies loo and left Ron sitting on
the sofa watching a woman pole dance for her partner directly in front of
Ron. When I returned I did not
join Ron on the sofa but rather watched him and the sexy pole-dancing lady from
some distance. Ron told me that it
made him feel a bit odd to be left on the sofa alone and as a single man
sitting and watching this woman pole dance. I found that revelation to be somewhat amusing from a man
that seems to have few limits and few discomforts in the sexual realm.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Back at the motel I had a real first. Sleep! I actually slept solidly for several hours, which is simply
unheard of for me. Wild and sexy
nights at a club are usually followed with excellent motel sex that leaves me
utterly exhausted. However, on
this particular sex filled night we deferred our motel romp and dropped of
immediately into a heavy sleep. On
most nights my body literally vibrates through and through for hours and hours
at such an intense frequency that it is utterly impossible for me to do
anything but doze lightly. So this
night with some real sleep was an incredible treat and allowed for me to feel
unusually revived and refreshed in the morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I enthusiastically made up for our sex-free motel
night in the morning with intense, raucous, raw sex. What a delightfully exhilarating way to start the day. Freshly and thoroughly fucked with a
whole other night of play in front of me!
Happy times!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
As we were leaving the motel I noticed a man curiously watching
me stow my bags in my car. I realized that he occupied the motel room next to
ours and must have heard our resounding morning romp. And then, I observed him watching Nora and Ron as they
loaded their belongings into their vehicle. And then I saw the realization strike
him as he put two and two together and grasped the fact that Ron, Nora and I
were all coming out of the same motel room…the very same motel room that had
caused a dim of sexual report to reverberate throughout the second story of the
motel just a short while before.
The motel was full and he had been in the room next to ours so there was
absolutely no way he could have missed our sexcapades earlier in the
morning. I was undeniably vocal
which I tend to be when the sex is out of this world!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
While standing in the parking lot, I commented to Nora and
Ron that this man was watching us and I wondered what he was thinking. Nora said something to the effect of
‘well, if he asks we will just say we are poly.’ And that comment left me
dumbfounded. I did not know how it
was meant or if it was a joke, and I did not ask. But just hearing the word ‘poly’ really stunned me. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After a scrumptious brunch Nora suggested that Ron ride with
me as we head north for another night at another club. Nora said that she thought that Ron and
I needed some time alone. I was
pretty surprised and wondered a bit if she wanted alone time herself. But, the drive with Ron was fun and
went by amazingly quick. We had
never really had a time to sit and just talk between the two of us. We talked about all manner of things
but the focus was sexual and about his lifestyle experiences. I did take the opportunity to ask Ron for
more details about his safe sex practices. I very specifically asked him with whom he was fluid-bonded.
I inquired because he is someone with whom I would love to have bareback
sex. But truthfully, I doubt bare
backing is in the cards. Ron was
not particularly forthcoming with information. It was such a missed opportunity to really discuss a serious
topic. And my analytical and
critical thinking skills are just too sharp not to be able to extrapolate the
wide sexual network to which I am potentially exposed through just my play with
Ron and his partners, and their partners, and their partners’ partners,
etc. It is not a matter of Ron’s
word, but the word and actions of an extensive line of play partners, most of
whom are entirely unknown to me. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
We met up with Kelly and Bill at their house at the half
waypoint between clubs. We swapped
cars and continued our journey north.
I had another rare treat. I
got to ride with Bill. While I consider Bill a close friend by virtue of our
extensive on-line communications, I had rarely had the opportunity to be alone
with him in real life. It was
really a lot of fun chatting the entire way up. But, oddly, despite ‘knowing’ each other so well, I still
felt awkward and could not bring myself to reach out and touch Bill without
asking permission. I think he
thought that was a bit crazy of me!
Anyway, it was a great drive up both with Ron and then Bill. It was so much fun just getting to chat
freely about anything and everything.
What a nice way to start a new sexy evening.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-40994265216147103332013-10-06T14:02:00.000-07:002013-10-06T14:02:00.210-07:00August, TBDNick and Ellen's adventures and the risky world in which we play.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-45723241114285793162013-10-06T14:00:00.002-07:002013-10-06T14:00:49.637-07:00July-August, Nick’s New PlaymateAnd her name is Mona.....for good reason.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-35402737576650677602013-10-06T13:59:00.002-07:002013-10-06T13:59:59.639-07:00July 30th, An In-House ThreesomeEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-65566566725990087492013-08-26T21:26:00.006-07:002013-10-25T22:11:08.119-07:00June 21st, Drastic Measures Cum Hotel Extravaganza
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I recently resorted to drastic measures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The discord between Kelly and myself
had manifested itself in too many facets of my non-monogamous life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was unsettling going to the clubs
and feeling her ire toward me as well as her flat out ill-disguised rejection
of my husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was painful to
effectively sacrifice Bill as a friend because of my wretched relationship with
his wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our connection had
always been a virtual friendship by virtue of our distant physical localities,
but, despite this, it had taken on a significant place in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now that Bill was back in the US
after a stint overseas, it was exceedingly disquieting seeing him when I knew
that I was not welcome to approach. Both Kelly and Bill had made this
exceedingly clear to me. Kelly’s disdain for me began to influence by extension
my play and my friendships with other playmates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her protracted tentacles stretched far and influenced
mightily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I did not believe
it was her premeditated intent, it was pervasive nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The situation had become untenable for
me and it had to be improved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
lifestyle was quite simply too valuable for me to allow such continued
dissonance.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
So, I made a third attempt to reconcile our
differences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was literally my
third bid to sit down with Kelly and get to the root of our disharmony.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first time was in her formal living
room. She was polite yet not remotely receptive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She heard nothing I said, talk at me with trivial, non-stop
small talk nearly the entire encounter, and in retrospect I do not think she
was even aware that I was trying to reconcile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The second time in a Thai restaurant she was distantly
friendly and chatty about the lifestyle and non-monogamy and used her
professional expertise to evade my purpose and to redirect the conversation
toward me, my newness to non-monogamy and the challenges faced in the
lifestyle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was somewhat more
receptive in her presentation but successfully reverted the dialogue back onto
me resulting in her indirect refusal to open her own wounds to get to the root
of our problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But this last time…this
last time we both came to the table with directness, openness and honesty that allowed
us to actually reach the core of the issue and we agreed to try again to be
friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Our misunderstandings and misinterpretations of each other
were remarkable but as real to each of us as could be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One’s perception of the world is quite
simply one’s reality – even when it is nowhere near the reality in truth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She explained her impressions and
understandings of my actions and of me personally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was stunned and hurt that I could be interpreted so
profoundly inaccurately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It never
fails to blow me away to learn that the woman that people perceive me to be can
be so drastically different from who I actually am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am blunt and direct, or altogether evasive, but respectful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always expected others to be
equally candid and forthright with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have never been conniving or deceptive. I never intentionally reached
out to hurt other women with words. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, when I keep to myself and do not say much, it leaves
other people to fill in the blanks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And, not surprisingly, I suppose, when I do speak up I am often
misunderstood.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
The conversation between Kelly and I was also an opportunity
for self-reflection and sharing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
both had the chance to come clean with our own actions and illuminate some of
the misunderstandings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We both
realized that we judged each other inaccurately and too harshly and that was
not fair to either of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Amazingly, we agreed to start our friendship from scratch, with a clean
slate based on the knowledge that we both came to the table with the best of
intentions and that we possessed interests and life experiences that
intersected more than happens with most people. We had a ripe foundation from
which to build a friendship.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
For me, my efforts toward reconciliation were nothing short
of earthshakingly monumental.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
extended myself light years beyond my comfort zone trying to make peace with Kelly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was somewhat flummoxed by my efforts
because they were entirely out of character for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had never, ever made this level of effort to resolve
differences with a woman before – never in my life. This was not what I did. I
could only conclude that my newfound pleasure in the non-monogamous lifestyle and
the resultant community that was developing was infinitely more valuable to me
that I had realized. I desperately wanted this to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted it to work at the core of my
being, enough to rock me into action and wildly uncharted relationship
territory.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
With an agreement to start from scratch and try to be
friends, Kelly and I began to communicate more often and more openly, particularly
about sexy topics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not long after
our reconciliation I was randy as hell and said as much to Kelly. Nick was
overseas and I was getting ready to travel to visit high school friends over
the coming weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Coincidentally, Kelly had travel plans for the same weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since our flights were early on a
Saturday morning, Kelly offered to let me share her airport hotel room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We jokingly talked about going out to a
nearby bar and flirting with local men to see if we could drum up some naughty
anonymous hotel action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At some
point in the instant messaging conversation, a light bulb went off for Kelly and
she provocatively suggested that the acclaimed sexual services of Bill could be
made available, should I wish to ask for them. But, I had to ask.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Now I was floored and literally left short of breath by the
outlandish offer. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was it an
offer?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was it a joke?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was she serious? Was Bill receptive? Kelly
was all but saying I could fuck her husband for the asking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she (and presumably he) wanted me
to ask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was acutely intrigued, extraordinarily
ambivalent and phenomenally anxious about the potential repercussions for Kelly
and I as well as Bill and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did I
want to fuck Bill?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Absolutely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been
thinking about it since we met 9 months earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did I want to risk my friendship with Kelly and take the
sexual plunge?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was entirely
uncertain that this was an advisable course of action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is this the way that I wanted to get
physical with Bill?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Definitely
not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would accepting this offer
put the final nail in the coffin of my friendship with Bill? Maybe. Did I eventually,
after much cajoling by Kelly and incredible indecisive squirming on my part,
move forward with the proposition?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes, I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why? I guess I
figured that it might be my only opportunity to be with Bill and our
relationship was already about at rock bottom, so what did I have to lose? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also did not want to turn down what
appeared to be a genuinely friendly and open offer by Kelly to share her
husband with me.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I met Bill and Kelly at their home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was awkward as hell, but there I was
nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I committed, I
was in for the duration – good, bad or otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I jumped feet first and prepared to deal with the
consequences later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all headed
up to the airport in our three vehicles and eventually managed to meet at the
hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kelly and I arrived first
and checked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a little
bit uncomfortable entering a hotel room where I was planning to fuck her
husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But again, she had
offered and was holding firm on her overture. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bill arrived shortly after us, having missed the highway exit
for the hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He appeared to be
about as uncomfortable as I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Luckily, Kelly had a playmate meeting us as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was thrilled that there would be a
fourth person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been somewhat
distressed with the idea that we were entering into a threesome or that Kelly
would just hang out and watch Bill and me fucking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been in that position many times with Ron and
Nora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I did not mind,
but it could be disconcerting and seriously distract from the depth and quality
of a sexually intense moment. And getting to know Bill under the watchful eyes
of Kelly left me nauseatingly nervous.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Kelly left Bill and I alone in the room while she went to
pick up her date from the train station.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Bill and I were a bit like cornered animals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were stiff and awkward, uncomfortable even in simple
conversation. We were apprehensive about what the evening might hold but yet
cautiously eager in an opaque kind of way. We postponed physical proximity
making excuses to delay as long as we could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We ordered pizza and Bill declared that we should wait for
the pizza to arrive lest we have to answer the door in a compromising state of
dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An absurd excuse but a
clear indication that he was just as uneasy as I was with the whole ludicrous
situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not be sure
what Bill was wanting or thinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was entirely ambiguous in his manner and closed in his thoughts, not
allowing his feeling or emotions to be shared with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had little data to interpret.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt as if we were devoid of any valid
connection and that was painful for me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember wondering if I should head for the hills before it
was too late. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a rough place
to be for me, especially with a man, with whom I had developed such a deep,
though currently defunct, friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually, Kelly returned with Max, one of her favorite
playmates. And sometime thereafter, sexual play began for all parties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was with Bill on the queen size bed
nearest the window. Kelly and Max occupied the bed nearest the hotel room door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have not the slightest idea how Bill
and I began to get physical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None
what so ever. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Zero memory of the
initiation. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The entire scene
and particularly the encounter between Bill and I unfolded unnaturally, almost
forced, and in no way spontaneous. We seemed determined to make something
happen rather than to let ‘us’ evolve organically. Bill and I knew each other almost
intimately at a distance, but in proximity we were next to strangers. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We were physically aggressive with each other, with our
initial kissing and touching. We stumbled and fumbled through a physical desire
that was clearly present on the surface of our beings, yet the underlying
discomfort was enormous and undeniable. Despite the elephant in the room, Bill
and I seemed determined to do the deed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thinking about fucking Bill for so many months and sexy instant
messaging with him from a great distance left me with a strong animalistic desire
to be with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This despite my
inner-self screaming at me all the while to wait, to stop, to go slow, to value
this friendship and not risk damage by doing what we had come to do.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But, I had already jumped into the murky waters feet first
and was sinking rapidly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
remember Bill moving his body over mine, his razor sharp chest hair stubble
rubbing roughly over my breasts and abdomen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a discomfort that I had not anticipated and it very
much took me by surprise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During
the sexual exchanges that ensued, we were at times unduly aggressive in our
oral sex – both of us intentionally or inadvertently (which I am not entirely sure
in either case) - verging on inflicting corporeal discomfort on the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite this I have a strong
recollection of Bill’s alluring, substantial cock resting solid as a rock on
his abdomen and I recall the feel of his cock in my hands, the smooth, luscious
firmness of his member in my mouth and my oddly exquisite desire to savor his
cock as if it was some exotic delicacy. It was a most unusual recollection for
me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We fucked long and hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We fucked as if we had something to prove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bill fucked me harder that I have ever been
fucked by anyone, before or since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>With his rock hard cock thrusting aggressively and vigorously inside my
pussy, he practically nailed me to the headboard, over and over again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was overwhelmed by the intensity of
the physicality of the carnal ravishing. My body could not quietly contain the
magnitude of the sexual merging. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
responded enthusiastically and almost violently in orgasmic revelry. My sounds
of unadulterated pleasure emanated loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not form words I was so overcome by the animalistic
nature of our fucking.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Kelly and Max fucked unreservedly and with obvious orgasmic
gratification on the bed next to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I reveled in the sights and sounds of their passionate copulation while
Bill and I were indulging in sexual intermissions. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kelly was entertainingly vocal in her sexual interactions and
euphoric declarations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She made
certain her sexual partners were crystal clear on how to proceed and on exactly
what her body needed to reach the pinnacle of carnal ecstasy. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our dueling sexual encounters volleyed from one bed to the
other with a progressive flow of wildly orgasmic sounds continuously emanating
from the hotel room. Each couple had the opportunity to savor watching the
other couple in ecstatic fucking and to enjoy being observed in an overtly
exhibitionist fashion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At one
point during the night, Max and Kelly were cuddled on their bed watching Bill
and I fucking vigorously, as if they were attending some sort of professional
entertainment event.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Max excitedly
declared something to the effect of, “this was well worth the price of
admission!” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hilarity of the
scene was one of the lightest and most entertaining moments of the evening for
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For a split second the gravity
and complexity of the evenings events completely escaped me. And then the back
and forth sexual engagement between the beds repeated itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each couple watching the other fucking repeatedly
pumped us all up for action and our two couples took turns fucking over and
over again late into the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
came again and again – a euphoric delectation impossible to deny once I attained
that state of raw carnal pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our sexual escapades wound down in the wee hours of the
morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to sleep but
found it to be impossible. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aside
from the utter novelty of the situation, which in and of itself was enough to
keep sleep at bay, I was on a bed with Bill that afforded me no alternative
other than to roll into him full on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And that was just not a comfortable state of being for me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I did not sleep.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well before the sun rose, Kelly prepared to depart for her
flight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bill and Max were
oblivious to the world when she left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I wished her a safe journey, thanked her for the generosity she
displayed by sharing her husband with me and gave her a hug (she fully dressed,
me entirely nude). And then I closed the hotel room door behind her as she
departed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After Kelly left, I laid in bed realizing that I was in a
hotel room totally nude with two men that I really did not know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mused at what these sorts of
circumstances could lead to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
while later, I watched Max quietly move about the room dressing and gathering
his belongings and then he quietly snuck out, leaving Bill and I alone in the
room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This state of being was
unbelievably disconcerting for me. Alone. In a hotel room. With Bill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was amazed at how this had come to
be.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the morning, Bill and I lay together for a while, we
talked a bit, but we were still uneasy and wary with each other. I silently
lamented my decision to plunge into this situation and not let it evolve
organically over time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If Bill and
I had just met, fucking would have been easy. And in some ways I regretted that
exactly that had not happened nine months prior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, over the course of time, we had had extensive exchanges
– sometimes intensely personal and intimate - and had built the foundation of a
potentially durable connection and I was vested in that budding friendship. I
hoped that we could find our way back to being friends, though I had my doubts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I strenuously questioned the wisdom of
my actions the night before and felt a sharp twinge of regret.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bill was sending conflicting messages in the morning. On one
hand he seemed to want to spend time with me, suggesting that he was sexually
interested in some morning fun. But on the other hand, there were subtle
signals that indicated a need to put space between us and to distance ourselves
from the events of the night before. We showered individually, dressed and
departed rapidly with a perfunctory parking lot good-bye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The tangible effects of the night lasted for days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was unbelievably sore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My cunt and my hips ached from the
extraordinary pounding that I had eagerly, yet reluctantly, taken from
Bill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the only time since
my teenage years that I felt the carnal repercussions for days afterward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a shocking revelation for me to
realize what an extraordinary corporeal gift Bill had given me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been craving the exquisitely
aching and bruised feeling of being fucked relentlessly for years. And there it
was. The side effect of a very awkward, contrived sexual encounter with a man
that I absolutely wanted to fuck….just not under those circumstances.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570549379723451049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277440674527284858.post-60327136166394265592013-08-26T21:26:00.003-07:002013-10-06T14:05:40.886-07:00June 8th, Getting Back on the Cock<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Shortly after the Memorial weekend debacle, Nick left for
another overseas trip. Tempers and emotions had leveled off significantly since
the Fabio incident and Nick had recanted much of what had been said in the heat
of the moment. He saw that the
Lifestyle was good for me and good for us. And while Nick had had a sometimes difficult time adjusting
to non-monogamy, it was a path that he wished to continue. Given this, Nick encouraged me to get
back on the horse – and soon.
Because he was traveling he wanted to be sure that I be with trusted
Lifestyle friends. He told me that
he trusted Ron and Nora and felt comfortable with me going out to a club if I
was under their wing for the night. Ron and Nora had never been anything but
honorable in their intentions and Nick trusted them to look after me.</div>
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With a bit of trepidation, I headed down to the swinger’s
club in the next state over, and checked into the usual raunchy motel. I was nervous and hesitant about the
entire evening. I was a bit
puzzled by how I felt, but the sting of memorial weekend endured and I was just
not enthusiastic about this outing.
Nora and Ron eventually arrived at the motel. We all dressed in our evening attire and headed out to the
club.</div>
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When we arrived at the club I was not feeling particularly
adventurous and was definitely gun shy.
My strong ambivalence and unusual discomfort was surprising for me, but
I knew I needed to get back on the cock and continue my journey forward in the
realm of non-monogamy. Soon after
arriving at the club, Ron and I headed to the couple’s room on the first floor
to play. As usual, the couple’s room was equipped with six futon beds, with
three on each side and gauzy curtains wafting between the beds allowing for voyeuristic
and exhibitionist opportunities. And sometimes the misty shrouds between the
beds were pulled back and couple’s merged to engage in group sexual
activities….but not as often as one might expect. </div>
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Ron’s touch was slowly awakening my peculiarly reticent
desire. While I was definitely gun shy, my sexual wantonness was gradually being
stirred up by our mutual attraction and was overcoming my reluctance with Ron. The electrical current from the touch of
Ron’s skin on mine coursed through my body, dissolved my disinclination to
engage, and successfully revived my primal sexual instinct.</div>
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Ron and I found ourselves in a whirlwind of tumbling,
urgent, heated sex that comes with carnal hunger and physical familiarity. We
know each other’s bodies well at this point and delight in mutual pleasure. The
sexual charge I received from Ron’s physical proximity was still astonishing
for me. It was definitively a
primal instinct that is utterly base in its origins. While sex between us was familiar after eight months of
periodic intense sexual encounters, it was not mundane in any way. Some mysterious combination of a
chemical cocktail and an actual electrical charge between us persists and sex
is always exciting even when the positions themselves are commonplace. </div>
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Ron’s ability to take me from zero to squirting G-Spot
orgasm in lightening speed is phenomenal.
I am just so easy in his hands.
Just unbelievably easy – both in the sense of reaching body-wracking
orgasms and in my willingness, nay eagerness, to accept Ron’s cock inside my
body with just a suggestive gesture.
And this night was no different. I was eager, ready and wanton. Our sex was superb, his cock was
delightful in my mouth. “69” was
never at the top of my sexual playlist, but it has become a fun and anticipated
part of playing with familiar Lifestyle partners. But most of all I loved receiving his cock inside my
pussy. I love penetration and
Ron’s shaft is a particular favorite. </div>
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Nora opted not to play tonight. She said her pussy was scratched from her lively sexual
encounters the previous evening and she did not want anyone touching her pussy
on this night. So she deferred
entirely from sexual play for most of the night and spent a fair bit of time
watching Ron and I play. I could
not tell how she felt about watching me fuck her husband. She held an unreadable expression that
could be interpreted as boredom, annoyance, or apathy. This made me somewhat uncomfortable but
my repeated queries to her elicited strictly positive and always encouraging
words. So, taking her at her word,
Ron and I fucked like sex-crazed bunnies. </div>
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During a sexual interlude, Ron and I were trolling the club
looking for possible sexual partners to engage. However, I was decidedly not flirtatious and was not exuding
sexy ‘come hither’ vibes. I was
terrifically wary and not ready to expose myself to another man given the
deception and its repercussions from Memorial weekend. But, I was really trying to get back on
the horse and was determined to fuck another man tonight whether I enjoyed it
or not! But, I moved as a unit with Ron and Nora and was not comfortable exploring
on my own. My lack of independence
and neediness that night still surprises and disappoints me.</div>
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After our rather unsuccessful trolling and time spent
watching other couples in various stages of sexual rendezvous, Ron, Nora and I
returned to the couple’s room. The
room was filled to the brim with copulating couples. The three of us sat on the bench at the back of the room with
Ron in the middle – FMF. Ron’s
hands busy with his fingers in both my cunt and Nora’s pussy. His hard cock in my hand holding
promise. Our threesome was sitting
next to another couple; the man leaned back with his cock being sucked on by an
attractive plump woman on her knees.
He was watching Ron’s fingers in my pussy with lust in his eyes. He asked to touch me and then he asked
to finger fuck me. I said yes and
opened myself up to his touch while his partner continued to suck his cock. Nora was sucking on Ron’s cock.</div>
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After a bit of time, Ron asked the man if he wanted the cock
sucking women to switch cocks.
Needless to say that this was a popular idea and Nora moved to suck on
this man’s cock while he fingered me and gently moved me down to eat my
pussy. And the other woman began
to enjoy Ron’s cock. A room full
of fucking, sucking and fingering people was a sight to enjoy. The visual stimulation significantly surpassed
the sheer physical pleasure that I was receiving but I was eager to get back on
a new cock. So, when the futon
next to us opened up and he asked if he could fuck me I said yes. Nora moved back and this man took me on
the futon. Ron and the other woman joined us so the four of us were fucking side-by-side
while Nora watched. Later Nora said that the man had ‘wanted me’ and not
her. If I had thought that Nora
wanted this man I would have backed away, but she had said she did not want to
fuck anyone tonight. So I was a
bit confused and hoped that I had not inadvertently cock blocked her. </div>
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On the futon, I was on my back with a new cock tentatively thrusting
into my pussy. It was not one of
the more exciting sexually experiences I had had, but it was a new cock in my
pussy and I was achieving the goal (getting back on the cock/horse) I had for
myself on this night. A petty
reason to engage in a sexual encounter, perhaps. But, a fact nonetheless. For the short period of time when he was able to maintain
his erection he was good but he was so nervous about his performance that he was
unable to stay hard and was embarrassed.
I did not know that this was his first club visit. He kept looking over
at his partner and Ron fucking next to us. He seemed genuinely concerned about her; a woman I assumed
was his wife. But, she was apparently just a friend and they both wanted to
have lascivious sex with strangers so here they were doing just that. They came to the club together, but
they were not committed partners.</div>
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While fucking, my eyes were closed, Ron was fucking her hard
and I heard her ask if she could touch me, I said yes. My eyes still closed, I reached out to
touch her. And for the first time
in a sexual encounter was utterly perplexed about what part of a woman’s body I
was touching. I was truly flummoxed. I could not identify by touch where my
hand was on her body. At this point I opened my eyes and realized that my hand
had been on her waist, but that she was such a large woman that my ability to
distinguish was completely obscured.
She was on her hands and knees being fucked doggy style by Ron. Her body
absorbed all the available space.
She was a physically generous woman. I had never been so surprised by size in a sexual
encounter. Later when Ron and I
were talking, I told him about this experience and he told me that he actually
had difficulty maintaining an erection to fuck her in part because he had
trouble finding where to put his cock. Oddly, up until that moment on the bed
she did not strike me as obese, just large. </div>
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Later upstairs, the man approached me and told me how good
my pussy tasted and how he really enjoyed touching and eating me. He was embarrassed that he could not
keep his erection and please me. I was taken aback by this deferential,
apologetic approach. I reassured him and said that there were no expectations
and certainly no judgment. I told
him he should not judge himself by what he thinks other expected of him and his
performance in this environment. This night was his first time at a swingers club and he was
nervous. He was perfectly fine and
I tried to help him feel better.</div>
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Ron and I were both in need of a fucking nightcap as our
satisfaction level with the night’s adventures was less than stellar. We both needed a good, solid, all
encompassing orgasmic fuck. We headed to a back room behind the dining area. The room was so cold! Ron took the trash
receptacle and turned it over on the AC vent to reduce the blow factor. The chill soon dissipated as Ron and I
heated up with our greedy, hungry sexual merging. Nora sat in a chair by the
entrance to the room, watched and waited while Ron and I sated our carnal
desires.</div>
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The three of us headed back to the motel for what little
remained of the night. With my
energy significantly lower than usual and my enthusiasm curbed, we actually
went to sleep. Ron was in the middle as usual, with Nora on the very far side
of the bed making space for the possible. This was perhaps the first night I
shared with Ron that we did not have sex back at the motel before falling to
sleep. I had a fitful sleep, which would probably have been calmed by a good
hard, orgasmic fuck, but then again my mind had not been in the right place all
night.</div>
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In the morning we roused ourselves slowly with evident
ardor. Ron and I began touching and his erection reached out for me and was
utterly irresistible. I could not
pass up and opportunity to fuck a good hard cock, especially this magnificent
cock! It was like an enticing,
overpowering magnet – I saw it, my pulse quickened, my respiration increased,
my skin flushed and my eyes dilated. I wanted it bad and I want immediately.</div>
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Luck was not on our side this morning either! We were right
in the middle of having great sex. Ron was slamming his cock into my pussy and
my body was responding with tremendous orgasms that were building in
strength…and then a Charlie horse foiled us. Ron had a muscle cramp of epic
proportions in his hamstring.
Regrettably, it derailed us mid intercourse, but what is a guy to
do? So we took a break, Nora and I
enjoyed coffee kisses from Ron.
Hot coffee on my clit and pussy in general is pleasantly stimulating if
not exactly erotic. I liked it and
was still randy from our interrupted sexual frenzy earlier in the morning. After coffee we did something we had
never really done. We lounged
around the room. Usually I am off fairly quickly for home to relieve the
babysitter, but today I had rare time and space. </div>
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We just hung out and relaxed and contemplated going to the
beach. Eventually Nora said something to the effect of, “she needs a cock, I
think you better fuck her again.” Now that is paraphrased but summarizes the
gist of Nora’s words pretty accurately.
How many husbands have their wives suggest they fuck another woman? Of course, I thought Ron fucking me
again was an excellent idea! I
just cannot get enough of his erotic energy, his sexual prowess and his cock. And great sex was had….again.</div>
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Once we were sexually sated, Nora, Ron and I headed off for
delectable breakfast and some relaxing time at the local nude beach. Beach time was lovely. It was just warm enough but not too hot
yet and allowed me to nearly melt into the sand in a state of utter relaxation. I was bushed from a restless night and
dozed on the beach for a while. When
not dozing Ron and I walked on the beach talking casually with each other while
accidentally and deliberately brushing up against each other suggestively. The
breeze on the beach was slightly chilly on my naked body and I felt my nipples
tighten under a gentle waft of cool air. That and the proximity to Ron’s
pheromones was making me horny again. I wanted beach sex…a very sandy, distant memory from a beach in Spain when I was 16 surfaced in my consciousness. But, sex on a crowded beach – even
hidden in the bushes - required more bravery than I could summon. I felt reluctance on Ron’s part when I said
I wanted to return to our place on the beach, but he did not share his thoughts
with me. </div>
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When we arrived back at our sandy beach nest, I could feel
someone watching me intently from a distance. His shape, size, movement and distant energy were absolutely
unmistakable. It was the
disreputable Fabio from two weekends prior. I felt a simultaneous repulsion and dangerous erotic
pull. He watched me and I watched
him. He was used to being desired
and pursued; he strutted about, streaming cool river water over his gleaming
bronze body that was so enticing that I could literally still feel his skin
under my fingertips. He
purposefully waded to a nearby boat and positioned himself on the boat in my
direct line of sight and waited expectantly for me to approach. He was playing
an age-old game and waiting for me to make a move. I dared not for multiple
reasons beyond basic self-respect.
And besides, I rarely choose to make the first move. I did, in fact, have a lot to say to
Fabio and would have loved to talk to him about the incident the previous
weekend. But, I doubted myself and my ability to be even keeled – never mind my
on-going lust - and I seriously doubted his capacity to actually be receptive
to what I had to say, so I let the opportunity pass. And we merely watched each other from a wary distance. I
think he was actually afraid to approach and hoped that I would make the first move. But, I have never played
these sorts of games and would not start now.</div>
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As I lay on the beach, Ron’s fingers ever so gently brushed
up against my left nipple making it respond with a swift hardness. My response
to his touch was uncontrollable and undeniable. My fingertips lightly grazed his cock and he immediately began
to stiffen. We were on the
dangerous end of desire in a very public place where overt public displaces of
sexuality were not permitted. We
were interrupted in our mutual, subtle teasing by an approaching man.</div>
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Ron told me that this man wanted to meet me having seen me
at the club the night before.
Strange because I did not recall seeing him at all the night before, but
then again I did not have my usual man antennae up and functioning. Rather I was
like and ostrich with my head in the sand a good portion of the night or was
busy fucking Ron.</div>
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I was introduced to Ken and then Ken talked and talked and
talked. Hmmmm, I was getting the
definite impression that he would never shut up. Unfortunately for Ken, I was primarily interested in play
partners for their sexual skill, rock hard cocks and lasting endurance…not
their conversational abilities. At
some point Ron made reference to a Gang Bang and I blushed because the most
extreme sexual fun I have had yet was a Gang Bang…and because I just blush
easily when thinking about super sexy fun. Ken immediately took up my interest in wild multiple sex
partner events and boasted about how long he and his friend could stay hard to
please women and told a story about a very specific Gang Bang in which he
participated. I was non-pulsed and
was actually annoyed that he would share this level of detail about another
sexual encounter with me. And I
was very annoyed that he would not take a hint and go away. I really just wanted to relax on the
beach and be left alone.</div>
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Finally it was time to depart. Ron and I were gathering my
things and Ken came over to say good-bye looking for a full-body naked
hug. I offered my hand to shake
his. It was one of the funniest
moments I have witnessed in a long, long time! His expression was priceless. But, truthfully, I really did
not want to hug or encourage him!
Despite this, I told him that I was totally fucking with him and gave
him a cursory hug.</div>
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After saying goodbye to Nora, Ron and I wound our way through
the trees and brush toward the car.
We stopped in the middle of the pathway kissing and touching. He slid his hand up my dress and his
fingers entered my warm, moist pussy.
We lightly considered the option of jumping in the bush, but deferred
the desire. Once we got back to my car we were both so randy that we could have
easily have fucked right then and there….but it was way more public than it should
have been to allow for a parking lot quickie. And there were other people and cyclists in the parking lot noticing
us. We were both sorely tempted. While
heatedly kissing and ardently stroking his cock, Ron finger fucked my pussy
while I was half in and half out of my car. Despite our undeniable lascivious desire, we cut it
short, said goodbye and were both left physically aching for more and more.</div>
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<i>Note: To those of you
linking to this site from erotically charged naughty websites, BE WARNED! This particular
post is filled with raw emotion, agonizing turmoil and marital discord. If you are just visiting BlissfullyOpen
for the sexy, I suggest you read my prior posts instead. They are all waaaaay more in line with
what you are looking for!</i></div>
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It was a rough night for me trying to reconcile myself with
the unfortunate events of yesterday evening with Fabio. I woke with low spirits in the morning
and was downright despondent about the impending discussion with Nick. Though I
hoped that he would be able to be even keeled, I had my doubts.</div>
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I refused, however, to let the Fabio incident completely
ruin an entire Lifestyle weekend.
Ron was as eager as ever to spend sexy time with me so we took advantage
of our extended opportunity and had a magnificent energizing morning romp on
the notorious froggie chair. I
have never been much into morning sex and am fairly lethargic about getting in
the groove. But with some enticing
encouragement and the sight of a rock hard cock known to bring me immense
pleasure, my inner slut awakened.
I had a phenomenal time as usual, but the initial energy definitely did
not come from me. I needed
coaxing.</div>
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Afterward we joined Nora in the hot tub and talked about the
events of the previous night. Ron was unconditionally supportive of me, saying
that I was deceived and was not to blame for what happened. He felt strongly that communicating the
event to Nick was important and that Nick would understand. I had never considered not telling Nick,
but I was significantly less confident that he would understand. I was more inclined to think that
this little bit of Lifestyle drama might just push Nick right over the edge. Nora, on the other hand, initially gave
me the impression that she felt I could have taken more decisive action and
that it was likely that Nick would NOT understand the situation and would blame
me (though she later was totally supportive). Yes, in retrospect I absolutely could have done more to
ensure that Fabio followed the rules – I could have put the condom on myself, I
could have reached down and felt for the condom before penetration, I could
have handed Fabio a condom and watched him put it on…, but I erroneously chose
to trust him at his word. It was
emotionally damaging to open myself up and have that trust so harshly and
summarily expunged.</div>
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I was extraordinarily bewildered and had a vast array of conflicting
emotions and thoughts. On one hand unprotected sex was a potentially unsafe activity
and violated an explicit accord between myself and Nick – even though the
boundary was shattered with no intent whatsoever on my part. I was deceived. Yet, there were decisive actions that I
could have taken that would have altered the outcome of the evening. I ruminated extensively trying to sort
out what had occurred, what was said, what was intended, what was done or not
done, and whether I was to blame or not. I struggled mightily over the ‘blame’
issue then and, frankly, still do.
But at this point the castigation is entirely self-generated and
internally experienced. I can’t shake it.</div>
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I spent the day floating between sex related workshops that
the club was offering. I heard
about power dynamics in the BDSM realm and learned a bit about rope play as
well as wax play…an area where Nick and I have pleasurably dabbled. I observed
a fascinating Dom/Sub couple - she sat on the floor at his feet and proclaimed
to follow his every sexual and life instruction without question…extending all
the way into mundane daily tasks such as bill paying. She said she loved being utterly submissive and doing
anything and everything that her Dom commanded. She was erotically charged by the arrangement. I found her path to be altogether
incomprehensible. Despite
the erotic pleasure I derive from a man taking the lead sexually, I think I am
principally a dominant woman. I
tend to bristle at being told what to do in most contexts. Despite this
fascinating diversion, I was largely unable to delight in or concentrate on the
discourse or the hands-on demonstrations, as my mind was thoroughly entrenched
in the doom and gloom of my pending conversation with Nick. </div>
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If I did not feel compelled to tell Nick what happened, I
would have been able to chalk it up to experience, learn a few lessons and move
on in a positive, constructive manner.
I did not want to let this incident slow me down or bring me down; I did
not want to dwell on a negative. The
deed was done and I could not go back in time and alter what had happened, I
could only choose how I wanted to let it impact my life. I wanted to take it in stride, learn
from it, and keeping move forward.
But, Nick would nearly eliminate that aspiration for me.</div>
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As the
afternoon progressed, I became increasingly apprehensive about Nick’s pending
arrival and realized that there was just no telling how the evening would evolve. I decided that I had better take maximum
advantage of my sexual freedom and live for the moment…never mind that mid to
late afternoon I am routinely at my most lascivious. Ron and I sought out a
place to indulge our salacious desires – which was not so easy! There were workshops in most of the
public spaces and the cleaning crew occupied the erotic play zones. Finally as the cleaning crew was
wrapping up their work, Ron and I seized the opportunity and went full tilt on
the upstairs froggie chair. </div>
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We had been asked to be quick since another workshop would
be starting downstairs soon and they did not want sexy clamoring emanating from
above during the workshop. Ron
fucked me long, hard and thoroughly. My back arched with pleasure, my body
bucked urgently meeting his deep thrusts, my cunt convulsed with orgasmic
pleasure repeatedly clutching his cock, craving more and more. As much as I tried
to repress my ecstatic cries of the sexual enjoyment I was experiencing, I
could not do it. With each thrust
my swollen pussy shuttered in delight and I cried out, with sounds of unmistakable
pleasure reverberating through out the play area. And yet again, I was thoroughly satisfied by Ron’s sexual
prowess and for the time being, my primal beast within was appeased. </div>
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Ron and I walked down the stairs to find a large group of
people – mostly couples – attending a workshop on the importance of
communication in the Lifestyle.
The workshop had already started when we emerged from upstairs and I
realized that it was quite possible that these folks had just been unavoidably
listening to Ron and I fucking upstairs.
It was an odd, somewhat unsettling realization for me – a bizarre
reaction by any measure. I tried
to set aside those disconcerting thoughts and joined Kelly sitting on a large
bed and tried to mentally engage in the workshop. It was actually a rather odd grouping since Kelly and I were
not friends and the seeming source of our poor relationship was my fucking
Ron. And Bill, Kelly’s husband
joined us on the bed. So there I
was, freshly fucked by Ron sitting together with Kelly and her husband, with whom
I had had a virtual friendship over many months and who I absolutely wanted to
fuck, and her frequent lover, Ron…knowing all the while that she was merely
tolerating my presence. But, there
was nowhere else to sit; and Ron and Kelly were play partners with a
considerable history so it was more than appropriate for Ron to join Kelly,
even if I was present. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqsh122BjwwqMvCDPydnqM8yye-49X1tTkQgErGtBnQheyorxFMKERgmTsoxo0jMtRnst2YaVSPe6l4ZSO-umtU-dXhzvjJ18Fj1n-jjlFWMvuK1KI0q8riHqBPoidiY1fCLcqCvlJ8Vd/s1600/fetish+weekend+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqsh122BjwwqMvCDPydnqM8yye-49X1tTkQgErGtBnQheyorxFMKERgmTsoxo0jMtRnst2YaVSPe6l4ZSO-umtU-dXhzvjJ18Fj1n-jjlFWMvuK1KI0q8riHqBPoidiY1fCLcqCvlJ8Vd/s320/fetish+weekend+photo.jpg" width="148" /></a>Following the workshop with the evening drawing near, I dressed
for what could have been a tremendous, really outrageous sexy night with Nick
at the club….depending on how Nick took the news of the condomless fuck with
Fabio. Nick was due to arrive soon and I wanted to look drop dead
sexy and self assured when he laid eyes on me. He had asked me to wear a lacey
body suit, which covered my entire body.
But truthfully, I did not feel sexy in the body suit and I still associated
it with a regrettably negative memory from our past. So, I opted to wear the sexiest outfit I could muster. It definitely pushed the limits of my
personal comfort zone as well as my ability to stand up confidently in front of
a crowd – but honestly, one of the biggest gifts that the Lifestyle has given
me aside from phenomenal non-monogamous sexual opportunities is a tremendous
boost in my own self-confidence. I felt extremely sexy in the chosen outfit and
I knew that Nick would like it as well.
Nora was with me while I dressed and completely endorsed my alternate
outfit as way sexier than the body suit. I wore super short black lacey shorts
with a satin tie in the front that draped down nicely allowing space for a
little imagination as to what might be beneath. My beasts were not so well disguised – they were very much
on display with only the slightest hint of modesty. A sexy beaded shawl draped across my chest exposing my
breasts and nipples clearly for anyone to enjoy. By back was left exposed. I had never worn anything so daring.</div>
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As anticipated, when Nick arrived, he was pleased to see me
in my barely-there, sexy outfit.
After initial greetings, we went directly to the sleeping area to settle
in. As he changed for the evening
I told him I needed to explain something that happened the night before. Now, it had crossed my mind to wait
until after the weekend to tell Nick what had happened so he and we could have
a fun night together, but I figured he would be even angrier if I did. And I did not know if he would have sex
with me without a condom now that someone else had and he would be
exceptionally pissed to do so this evening without the knowledge of what had
happened with Fabio. But telling him was surely going to ruin our rare time out
together. </div>
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I waited for Kelly to vacate the room, as I wanted a modicum
of privacy to share this sure to be unwelcome news with Nick. Nick’s movements
became very measured and he slowed significantly as he listened. I was direct and told him exactly what
had happened. I explained to him
that I had had sex with a man who did not wear a condom and I did not realize
it until it was too late; that I had asked the man to wear a condom and that he
told me he would. I told him it
was not intentional and that I was sorry that it happened. He stared at me with
an expression that I could not interpret and asked me if the man had
ejaculated. I said that I did not
know for sure but I did not think so. This fact would prove to be unbelievable
to Nick.</div>
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We continued to prepare for the evening with little to no
response from Nick. We had a nice
dinner with friends and enjoyed the floorshow with an outrageously sexy pole
dancer that oozed with raw sensuality and some very edgy suspended rope
play. Nick seemed to be enjoying
himself and our dinner companions.
He was attentive through out though somewhat distant. He did not share with me what he was
thinking but I could feel something dangerous brewing. During dinner I observed Fabio watching
us from his table across the dance floor.
He winked and smiled at me, quite obviously unaware of the turmoil that
was building within my husband seated next to me.</div>
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I encountered Fabio in passing while heading to the ladies
room. He asked how I was – well, I
was fine, but I was sure my husband was not. Fabio gave me a look of uncertain concern. A few minutes later, Ron approached me
to let me know that Nick had asked him to point out Fabio. Nick wanted to talk
with him about what had occurred.
I was worried now. And intensely annoyed, because I felt like the
incident was between myself and Fabio and that Nick had no place engaging in
conversation about me and my sexual encounter directly with Fabio. I really felt that it was inappropriate
for Nick to seek out Fabio. What
happened was between Fabio and myself as an individual. The blowback affected my relationship
with Nick and that is where I felt our discussions should remain, between the
two of us.</div>
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After dinner Nick and I explored sexually edgy machines,
devices, and other BDSM paraphernalia that were available for the sampling -
including sex machines, whips, floggers, crops, cat of nine tails, and a St.
Andrew’s Cross. I was interested
in watching but was feeling less adventurous than usual given the undercurrents
between Nick and myself. I am
still not sure that pain administered in sexual situations will translate into
erotic arousal for me. However, it
was crystal clear that one luscious blond woman reached a level of sheer bliss with
a well-executed spanking on her ass. I watched as Nora climbed up onto a
machine that looked somewhat like gym equipment. She spread her legs wide and
as the machine was turned on a dildo thrust in and out of her pussy as her legs
were spread wide apart even wider! She was utterly exposed and at the complete
mercy of the machine, its rhythm and speed. It almost seemed as if the machine was designed to split her
in half when her legs were widely extended and the faux cock rammed into
her. A sexual torture of sorts in
which some people clearly delight…</div>
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I opted to try the violet wand for its erotic
potential. I watched as a woman
reclined on a table as Alan, a club regular, brought her to amazing sexual
heights with the use of electrical shocks on her breasts, directly on her clit
and around her vulva. She achieved
orgasm repeatedly at the hands of Alan and his magical electrical device. She seemed to slip into an ecstatic
oblivion as onlookers enjoyed watching her exploits. I knew the man wielding the electrical sex toy and decided
to give it a go. I slipped off
what little clothing I was wearing, climbed up on the table and laid back. I was not sure that I would be into the
electrical shocking toy, however, being a bit of an exhibitionist, I did like
being on display in front of spectators.
After confirming that I did not have any metal on my body (possibly too
conductive?), Alan began gently applying mild electrical shocks on my breasts,
around my areola, and then directly on my nipples. It was a stimulating sensation, but not one I could
categorize as sexually erotic. It
was certainly a curious feeling but so far nothing to write home about. When Alan moved the device down between
my legs I was worried about what the electrical shock would feel like on my
pussy. Regrettably, I found it to
be more uncomfortable than exciting.
It just felt like small electric shocks. I suppose me reaction to this is similar to the non-sensual
reaction that I have had to spanking so far. Maybe pain is an acquired taste
and I should keep on experimenting.</div>
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Unfortunately (or fortunately) the evening did not pan out
well for me. I began to feel quite unwell and despite hot tub soaks and a hot
shower, I could not get warm. After making a really good faith effort to participate in the
evening’s BDSM educational opportunities and sampling of activities. I retreated to the sleeping room and
crawled into our thick winter sleeping bags. I was frozen to the bone and shivery shaking all the
while. It seemed like many
delirious hours passed before I finally broke out into a cold sweat. I remember telling Nick that he should
go out and have a good time and I hoped that he would realize that I was
genuinely unwell and that I was not ‘hiding’ because of what had happened. I
recall Ron coming in and being frisky to see if I wanted to play once and a
second time to check on me to see if I was okay. I was not. Bill
and Kelly came in and out a couple of times and at one point I remember Bill
expressing surprise that I was not out playing. I think people thought I was hiding or avoiding a situation
but truthfully I was dreadfully unwell.
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I do not know when my fever broke or when Nick came into the
room for the night. I remember
Bill and Kelly coming in for their bedding to sleep elsewhere. I have not the faintest idea when Nora
and Ron turned in for the night though they were there when I woke. I am always a very light sleeper on
play nights and was very disconcerted when I woke to find that I had slept the
night. In the morning when I woke feeling better, Nick was already up. I showered and dressed and was looking
forward to socializing with friends over breakfast. This is when Nick pulled the plug and his rage teetered on
the brink of exposure.</div>
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We left immediately.
I do not think that we could have vacated the club any faster if we
tried. Nick urgently wanted out of the club and away – from what exactly I did
not know. We bid a hasty farewell
to Ron and Nora who got up to say goodbye to us. As Nick went for the car I sought out Ron and Nora to tell
them that Nick and I were not okay and that we were leaving because of the
incident with Fabio. I did not think it was fair to them not to be honest. They both looked at me with concern.
And, honestly, I was concerned too.
I had never seen Nick quite like this and did not know what to
expect. I saw Fabio at the
bathroom sink, watching me with a serious and uncomfortable expression on his
face. He clearly knew that
something was amiss. I did not engage him. </div>
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Nick’s delayed reaction was tremendous and unlike anything I
had ever experienced with him. We got into the car and began to drive and he
started trembling and just went ballistic. He was so angry with me that he nearly caused a car accident
– scaring me more than a little.
He was insanely furious.
Nick expressed a complete lack of understanding, significant hurt, tremendous
fear and venomous anger. In our 21
years together he had never verbally attacked me so viciously, at such a heavy
and intense volume, nor for such a sustained period of time.</div>
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Nick directly or indirectly blamed me for what had
happened. It was completely and
utterly my fault. How could I not know if Fabio was wearing a condom? Nick implied
I could not be trusted if my judgment was so poor. If I could be swept off my
feet so easily I obviously could not be relied upon to take care of myself in
sexually charged situations. How could I not know if Fabio ejaculated? Nick
said he did not want me going out to clubs alone, at all. He demanded to be
included in all communications I have with anyone related to the lifestyle. He was furious because he felt that I
did not take sexually transmitted infections seriously – something I find beyond
astounding since I have been tested more than once for EVERY conceivable STI
since I started having sex outside of our marriage last fall – including the
week before this incident. I have
also ALWAYS used condoms. I told Nick that if I had wanted to purposefully not
use a condom that it would be with Ron whom I have been with many, many times
and with whom have a base level of trust not some guy that I just met! Nick’s reaction angered me. He was treating me like a child or an
object to be controlled. </div>
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In the furious, impassioned moment, Nick insinuated that he
sought to close off our open marriage and lifestyle exploration. He used to criticize me because I did
not exude confidence and he no longer found me sexy. Now he was lamenting that I was confident and he found that
to be sexy BUT that he did not know how to manage my new confidence – which he
professed more resembled the woman he fell in love with and married. But truth be told, I think, in retrospect,
that to some degree he enjoyed the comfortable and familiar existence with the
formerly less confident version of myself. I found this to be an incomprehensible slap in the
face. He was not happy with me
before and does not know what to do with me now. How could I win?</div>
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I attempted to maintain a calm center while Nick raged. He lashed out, delivering ultimatums
and was only able to see the world through his fear-tainted lens. In the moment, this was quite clearly his
version of our reality, but it was decidedly not mine. Eventually, his cruel and unusual
verbal thrashing resulted in an overwhelming anger deep inside me that simply
reached its tipping point. My ire
was unleashed along with a stream of sorrowful tears. I accused him of trying to control me and force me back
inside the convenient little box that I had worked so hard to free myself of
over the course of the last year. I had been so very unhappy then – for a wide
range of reasons some of which involved Nick and others that were all on me -
and I would not go back. I worked
hard and found my way out by myself. This argument was about so much more that a condomless fuck,
an open marriage, and the Lifestyle.</div>
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With my overwrought emotional response, Nick finally stopped
ranting and seemed to be really taking into account what I had said. I know he disagreed with my
assessment but he could not discount how I interpreted and internalized our
situation and the harsh words that had so violently permeated our marital
space. About three hours after the
verbal assault had begun; Nick decided he would reconsider some of his rash ultimatums.
He said he had spoken out of anger as well as deep fear, and in retrospect he had
said things he did not mean. Nick
apologized for being so harsh and not at least trying to understand that I too
had a difficult experience to process.
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The next morning, Nick wanted to make amends but did not
know how and I was thoroughly numb and emotionally detached. This was
absolutely the worst fight we had ever had during the course of our
relationship. Damage was done; a clingy harmful residue clung to me like a gooey
black tar that could not be scraped off. I felt burned, emotionally raw, dismally
crushed, colossally depressed, listlessly angry, deeply hurt and profoundly sad. I was in utter despair after the hours
long verbal beating despite the passing of another night. I felt
psychologically bruised and battered. I was wounded and remained so for
days. My emotions were a tumultuous
roller coaster ride for days afterwards and I could not comprehend what I was
feeling or why. Nor was I willing
to share my chaotic emotions with anyone.
I absolutely could not talk to Nick about my emotions at this point. I
was too hurt.</div>
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On Monday, I felt protective of Fabio, forgiving even. Maybe
I had somehow been unclear? Did I say something that could have somehow been misinterpreted
that would have led Fabio to believe that condoms were not required? I was confounded and could not discern
reality. I did not understand what I was feeling. I was still reeling from the verbal lashing with Nick. Several people strongly encouraged me to
report Fabio’s dishonorable behavior to the club to have him potentially banned
from the club. </div>
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On Tuesday I was utterly indifferent, embattled and
emotionally impaired. I kept
hearing Fabio’s words, “that is not what I do” resounding in my head as I tried
to figure out how I could possibly misunderstand those words. Those words were his response when I
asked him why he did not use a condom.
How can he have been honorable and still uttered those words in response
to my question?</div>
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On Wednesday, I receded into myself and did not want to
engage with anyone or be touched in any way. I was despondent. How could such an intensely pleasurable
act lead to such incredible pain for myself and my husband? And how could it engender such strong
responses from Lifestyle friends with whom I had shared but who were not
directly involved? I was resentful of the degree of negativity that spun out of
a single sexual encounter. Why was
I not allowed to revel in the incredible sexual experience and mark up the incident
to a hard lesson learned? Why did
so many people suddenly appear to have a stake in my actions? </div>
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On Thursday I just felt lost and forlorn – every place that
I enjoyed suddenly seemed tainted and unsafe. I was not sure that I could trust anyone again. I could not imagine going out again. Yet at this point, Nick was encouraging
me to go back out with Ron and Nora and to ‘get back on the horse.’ Nick said
that he trusted Ron and Nora to look out for me. Nick was clear though that I was not to get back on THAT
horse, meaning Fabio.</div>
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Eventually, I did report Fabio’s behavior to the club. Club management was incredibly and
consistently supportive of me in every way. When I explained the incident I was told that it was grounds
for a lifetime termination of Fabio’s membership. However, I would only agree to report his actions if I was
guaranteed that he would be suspended rather than terminated. While he was not honest with me, the
sex was superb (see the <a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2013/08/may-24th-hard-boundary-broken.html" target="_blank">previous post</a> for details!) and I do not want to deny
other women of the possibility of fucking him. And there are plenty of women that would love to fuck Fabio
and would not even consider asking him to wear a condom. I also hoped that
being suspended from the club would be enough to cause Fabio to reconsider his
actions and make more honorable choices in the future. But……maybe I am too much of an
optimist.</div>
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Regrettably, I did not return to this club for nearly three
months, in part because I no longer felt secure and I was deeply unsure of
myself in ways that I cannot even identify. I had been rattled to my core. And yet, I cannot think of a safer
environment in which to explore non-monogamy.</div>
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<i>Note: I regret that
the following post is devoid of illuminating culture details, which would add distinctive
clarity to the individual discussed in the subsequent post. The revealing
minutiae are excluded to protect and respect identities. Further, particular
details of the unfortunate event described below are omitted in order to not reopen
hurtful wounds. I focus on the life affirming and positive and defer from much
discussion of the negative aspects of this incident. And thus we begin…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I met Fabio at a beach outing with Ron and Nora after the
last Gang Bang. On this occasion,
I was had a few extra hours away from home so I did not have to race home first
thing in the morning. I had heard
so much about how nice it could be to spend time with Lifestyle friends outside
of the Club scene. It was a
beautiful sunny day – not too hot - and the perfect day to lounge on the
beach. Ron and Nora took me to
their preferred clothing optional beach.
It was my first experience at a nude beach - Ron and Nora have been
around for so many of my “firsts” over the last eight months! When we arrived at the beach, I was
only momentarily hesitant to disrobe and then realized that was an utterly
ridiculous feeling given the extent to which I had shared my body over the last
few months and how much of that was in a exceptionally exhibitionist fashion.</div>
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I was only at the beach for about an hour and a half or so before
I had to head back home to relieve the babysitter. After a quick beach picnic,
Ron took my hand and led me down the beach so I could get a feel for the place.
It was a nice walk and ended with an introduction to a man named Fabio, whom
Ron had known for years in the Lifestyle and to whom he had introduced several
women who had became subsequent play partners of Fabio’s. </div>
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Fabio was without a doubt one of the most beautiful men that
I have ever had the pleasure to witness in the buff – or otherwise for that
matter. Granted I only saw his
backside, but WOW was he striking!
His bronzed, muscular body and tantalizingly firm buttocks glistened in
the sun while he lay on his stomach soaking up the radiant sun. His dark hair cascaded down his
shoulders and his piercing blue eyes seemingly looked directly into the depths
of my obvious animalistic desire, almost caressing me as we talked. He was a stunning creature by any
measure. I am rarely that
enthralled by the physical aspects of a man but here I was decidedly yearning for
the opportunity to touch and feel this magnificent human specimen. Phenomenally
superficial of me? Perhaps, but you only live once and I had never had my hands
on a man as sinfully delectable as Fabio. </div>
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Ron, Fabio and I chatted briefly. But verbal intercourse was merely a ruse to establish a profound
concupiscent connection. As Ron
and I walked away from Fabio, I knew that should our paths cross again we
would, no doubt, immerse ourselves in breathtaking licentious sex. Our mutual carnal desire was
unmistakable and without a doubt perceptible to those observing our exchange.</div>
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Ron escorted me back off the island to my car while Nora
decided to remain on the beach and soak up the warm, glorious sunrays. As we started back to Ron and Nora’s
car I looked over and saw Fabio deliberately watching me with an intense
penetrating stare as I walked off the beach with Ron. It was crystal clear that
we were both fantastically keen to experience the alluring physical pleasures
that a sexual union would produce.</div>
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Jump forward two weeks. </div>
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Nick had arranged for me to meet up with Ron and Nora in a
nearby town and drive to a club for a two-night extravaganza at my favorite
adult social club. The plan was
that I would spend Friday night at the club on my own, and that Nick would join
me for Saturday evening. It was an
incredibly generous arrangement.
Nick was extraordinarily thoughtful to arrange it.</div>
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We first saw Fabio as we drove on to the grounds of the club
and an elated lascivious smile emerged from my lips. Despite his nonchalance, Fabio’s mesmerizing gaze beguiled
me, his eyes undressed me in a flash and his ardor was unmistakable in the
sensual twinkle in his eyes. – all that while still sitting in the passenger’s
seat of Ron and Nora’s SUV! My
anticipation of the possible expanded exponentially and I knew that this night
would a wickedly sensually indulgent night. My anticipation for what was to come soared.</div>
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Fabio and I encountered each other again up near the
sleeping rooms where we chatted a bit.
I was walking with Nora, who knew that I was wickedly lustful for Fabio,
when we stopped to chat with Fabio.
It turned out that Fabio is involved in a medical field that I was in
acute need of a mere few months earlier.
So we had a bit of something in common – even if from an awkward
vantage. Through out the evening, I observed Fabio sitting alone at times and
chatting with people at other times. Fabio and I were discretely observing each
other, intermittently gauging opportunity and determining our next moves….a
game in which I seldom engage.
Fabio was clearly used to being pursued by women. He was not inclined to make the first
move and at this point in the evening, neither was I. I wanted to spend some quality fucking time with Ron.</div>
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Needless to say there was phenomenal sex to be had and that,
as usual, Ron and I were quick to get our hands in each other’s pants once we
arrived at the club. And
predictably, wonderful blissfully orgasmic sex ensued. Once again after dinner Ron and I headed
up to the play area for another breathtaking round of sex. After a terrific, earth moving fuck
with stellar orgasms in the froggie chair, Ron and I took a breather and came
back downstairs from the play space looking for Nora and wondering if we could
find someone to make our threesome into a foursome. My wantonness was in full bloom and I was ready to keep
fucking and bask in orgasm after orgasm for hours to come.</div>
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At the same moment, Ron and I saw Fabio standing across the
room unattended, free and simply oozing with sexuality, sensuality and desirability. Ron suggested we talk with Fabio to see
if we could get him to join the three of us. But, I had other less inclusive plans. I smiled seductively, walked directly
up to Fabio, and gazed intently into his eyes, which resulted in a powerful
visual exchange of desire that burgeoned and flourished as the moments
passed. I rapidly felt the intense
pull of our mutual longing on my inner
primal being. I felt my
breath shorten, heat began to expand in my groin and a crowded field of small
delicate butterflies fluttered madly inside my abdomen. Fabio locked his eyes on mine with such
intensity that I was sure he could see into my soul. His powerful energy was focused directly onto me with such force
that it was palpable, almost overwhelmingly so. Our energies were dancing around each other with startling
vitality with frenzied intentions while a convergence of potent, oddly
spiritual, power connected us together is such a way that I dared not draw
away. </div>
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Ron recognized the sexual potentiality developing between
Fabio and myself, and upon my urging quickly retreated to find Nora. I did not see Ron or Nora again until
hours later. Fabio and I were
alone in a vibrant, intimate cocoon of our own making. I was completely unaware of our
surroundings as we began touching and kissing cautiously and then
passionately. Our chemical
cocktail was potent and we were lost in the confluence of our swirling sexual
energy. After what seemed like an
eternity and yet only a blink of the eye, we resolved to head upstairs to merge
our libertine desires in what would no doubt be a copulatory event of epic
proportions – if only I had had any idea...</div>
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We parted briefly while I went into the sleeping area to
change from my somewhat modest long sleeved dress into sexy black lace lingerie. Somehow we met up again and yet lost
track of each other near the downstairs locker room. When Fabio appeared to disappear, I planted myself on the
large bed in front of the continuous loop porn screen and wondered about what
was to come. Having a moment to
step apart was disconcerting because the bewitching prelude with Fabio had
taken me aback. It made me
alternatingly thrilled in anticipation about what was to come and somewhat wary
– in hindsight, a feeling that I should have heeded. I had never felt that level of energy transfer before with
anyone and did not understand its intensity. I felt raw and exposed in an
unfamiliar way. But, given the incredible sexual intensity of our exchanges so
far, I knew that I wanted to experience all that he could offer and share with
me. </div>
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Fabio selected a lower bed with “good energy” in the sultry
red section of the upstairs play area.
The bed had privacy curtains which when drawn rendered the interior
black with darkness. Only the occasional stream of light peeking in through the
curtains provided any illumination in our libidinous sanctuary.</div>
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Fabio and I rapidly succumbed into a whirl of sexual abandon. Our lips met and passionate kissing
merged into a nearly unbroken connection as we urgently explored each other’s
bodies. His hands roamed hungrily
over my exquisitely desirous body.
My hands greedily traversed his strong, muscular back, shoulders and
arms. A vitality and sexual prowess radiated from his luscious skin and sent my
desire soaring. Fabio’s intensity had me spellbound and ravenous for a union of
our mutual wanton desires.</div>
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Our sexual energy was swirling, twirling, and entwined. His fingers inside my cunt skillfully brought
me to a series of gentle rolling orgasms leaving me wanting more and more. I was enraptured. When Fabio entered me it felt like a
spiritual merging of our energy, an energetic lustful bending of spirits. It
was an entirely unfamiliar overwhelmingly intense sensation. Far more than a blissfully orgasmic
fuck, it was an exchange of energy, a momentary touching of souls. Time stopped leaving me in a vacuous
abyss of sheer ecstasy; I had no valid sense for the sexual merging other than
its incredible intensity, its phenomenal depth of reach. Orgasmically delicious and utterly
drenched in undulating passion, our encounter was one of the most extraordinary
sexual encounters I have ever experienced. It was simply unprecedented.</div>
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Everything was perfect until I realized that he had
blatantly disregarded my expressed wishes and did not wear a condom. This was the one hard limit that Nick
and I had established. The
realization was devastating because I knew that Nick would not deal well with
the news. And I knew that I had to
tell him as soon as possible.</div>
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Facts:</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">* Fabio and I discussed the requisite use of a
condom for penetration as the one hard boundary set between Nick and myself for
non-monogamous sexual play.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Fabio
emphatically responded, “Yes, of course!” His voice expressing concern,
understanding and genuine agreement.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">*Our carnal sanctuary was virtually black with
the occasional streams of light serving to obscure vision rather than enhance
vision.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">*</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I mistakenly trusted Fabio to honor his word and
was woefully deceived. </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">*</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Upon distressfully asking Fabio why he choose to
not honor my wishes, he responded in a low husky voice and said, “Because, that
is not what I do.”</span></div>
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When I left Fabio, I showered vigorously trying to remove
the residue of deceit, went to the sleeping room and sat on the edge of the
sleeping mats trying to understand what just happened. I was dreadfully troubled
and exceedingly perplexed about the course of events. Ron and Nora were already
down for the night, but Ron saw me enter and came to talk with me. We ended up sitting in the hot tub
talking through what happened to try and help me work through it in my mind.
Ron reinforced that I needed to be completely honest and tell Nick as soon as
possible.</div>
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Just before turning in, I saw Fabio preparing to depart the
club for the night. I approached
him and again inquired about why he choose not respect my clear requirement for
condom usage. He was
emphatic and demonstrative in his presentation. He said that he “did not
understand” and he was “sorry.” He
asked over and over again if I “was ok.”
He took my hand and placed it on his heart and said, “this is hurting me
here,” as if my actions could possibly be causing him pain – as he had made the
purposefully choice to deceive me. Fabio’s response served to confound me
further. I informed Fabio that I
would have to explain to my husband what happened and that Nick would not be
happy. And that projection turned out to be a considerable understatement. </div>
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For Mother’s Day my husband, who was out of the country,
sent me off to the Swingers Club for a Gang Bang. He arranged for a hotel room and made sure that my absolute
favorite extracurricular sex partner and his wife would be present and told me
to have a great time! Really!! No joke.
How many husbands would do that??
And OH what a GREAT time I had!</div>
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No sooner had I arrived at the club with Ron and Nora, we
went upstairs and Nora said “Watch my wine!” and BAM she was off. She headed straight into the fishbowl
room – window and door wide open – and climbed onto the bed and started to
play. There were two couples
already engaged in various sexual acts and one of the ladies was Madeline whom
I saw most recently at the amazing Gang Bang in March. Nora seemed to know everyone and she
dove in headfirst. I looked
through the glass to see Nora leaning over Madeline kissing dark mustached Daryl
while he thrust his fingers deeply and rhythmically in her pussy. Her pussy was
on full display to those of us watching through the window. With his free hand
Daryl was waving to Ron and I to join the party while his partner, Melanie, was
ardently sucking his cock. Ron
asked if I wanted to join in…and yes, I did, but I wanted to finish my wine
first and get my bearings. After a few minutes, Ron and I joined the group just
as Daryl and Melanie were coming out for a break but they promised to come back
soon. We took their space on the
bed and added a couple of towels to cover the immense wet spot Melanie had
produced from her orgasmic squirting. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
As I lay back, Ron went straight for my G-Spot and I was on
cloud nine. I felt a burst of intense
pleasure emanate from my pussy and radiate through out my pelvic region. Each G-Spot climax expanded the
exquisite pleasure further and further through out my ravenous body. I squirted with each climax adding to
the already wet bed. With six
naked bodies on the bed it was a bit hard to keep track of everything going
on! Being Gang Bang night with a
wide open door, there were horny men beginning to filter into the room. On the
far side of the bed I could see that Nora was getting fucked over and over
again by a variety of men. She was
clearly having a great time getting fucked hard by these men. One man gently flogged her and she
seemed to like it. I was watching
her be directive and telling men to “fuck” her and “give it to” her and to “let
it loose now”. It was intriguing
and educational to watch her expressive enthusiasm and directive commands. </div>
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Meanwhile Ron shifted to allow other men access to my
body. I was sandwiched between
Madeline and the wall with Ron squeezed in between and his cock in my mouth. Daryl and Melanie returned to the group
and climbed onto the bed. Daryl
dove face first between my legs to eat my pussy. Melanie was doggy style getting slammed hard by Ron. Every few minutes Melanie would ask
Daryl, “Can I come yet?” And he
would answer her with a simple, “No, not yet.” And she would moan in frustration and continue fucking. This exchange went on repeatedly,
probably five or six times before Daryl said, “Yes, you can come.” And then
Melanie had a great bucking climax and melted onto the belt and her partner
completely sated. I was
intrigued by this unique dynamic between Daryl and Melissa. She gave him the authority to allow or
disallow her orgasms while fucking him or other people. And she actually did as she was told
like a good submissive would. I wondered who derived the greatest pleasure from
the exchange – Melissa because she gave control of her sexual response to her
partner and was at his mercy, or Daryl because he could control her pleasure
while she fucked another man and could choose to give Melissa the permission
she sought to orgasm or not. I am
not sure that I would wish to limit or restrict my carnal responses or submit
control over something so raw and profoundly, savagely mine to another person.</div>
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In succession, three different men had a go at pleasing me
orally and digitally. Lamentably,
I had fallen back into my cerebral self and was having a bit of trouble focusing
on the pleasure that I could derive from their actions as opposed to the
analytical exposition going on in my head of their sucking, licking, tonguing,
and fingering techniques and degree of perceived pleasure received on my part
resulting from each action. With
three men fingering and eating me back to back, it served as an interesting
comparison. Different facial hair
– some soft, some tickly and some down right prickly; diverse mouth, lip and
tongue textures – firm to nearly mushy, heated to almost undetectable,
passionate to seemingly rote; distinctive size and shape fingers – slender and
pokey to thick and brawny; and unique finger thrusting techniques all in such a
close time proximity made for an interesting comparative study….only I was at
a Swinger’s Club and was supposed to focus on pleasure and getting off!. In all honesty, I lost myself in my
mind and did not enjoy the moment for what it was. It was pleasant but not earth shattering in any way. A solid hard fuck by a big throbbing
cock would have shaken me out of my head, but it was not yet to be and I was
completely unable to ask for it!</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I yearn for vaginal penetration by hard, sizeable, competent
cocks that can fill my pussy and fuck me thoroughly and voraciously, repeatedly
bringing me to climax until my body shutters and bucks with orgasmic rapture. Even so, Ron’s fingers on my G-Spot and
what he can do to my body with just his hand in my pussy is utterly
irresistible and virtually the height of orgasmic ecstasy. My G-Spot orgasms with Ron are absolute
body-encompassing, phenomenal climactic events and the more I get, the more
easily I climax and ejaculate, and the more I long for his fingers inside me. I absolutely crave it. No question about it. But the majority of men do not come
close to producing the utterly raw orgasmic response that Ron does – though a select
few club fucks have come close. So, I generally am much happier to have a hard
cock pounding away at my cunt than anonymous fingers exploring my pussy in
vain. And while oral on my pussy
alone can be delightfully pleasant, it is almost unheard of to bring me to an
orgasm…never mind anything earth shattering!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
After a general lull in the action in the fishbowl, I
disengaged with a man who had been sucking and fingering my pussy. It was going nowhere for me with my
mind in its cerebral state anyway.
We all decided to take a break and get a snack. Ron and I headed to the shower to rinse
off and then joined Nora and Madeline at the table. As I sat down, Nora asked me how may cocks I had had and I
said “None.” She was
shocked!! I told her that my pussy
had plenty of mouths and fingers, but NO cocks. Nora knows that I love cock and that I am not ever entirely
satiated without it. We talked
about strategies for how I can better communicate my need to get fucked to the
men that are seeking to play with me. Communication is phenomenally important especially in the
world of non-monogamy – both with one’s spouse as well as with the potential
plethora of extramural sex partners. But, when I am fucking - one way or another – I have a brain
disconnect that limits my ability to find the words I need to communicate an idea
and then actually express myself.
Figuring out what I want, locating the words inside my head and then forming
the words and getting them out of my mouth, significantly distracts me from the
sexual act at hand and causes me to mentally disengage with the pleasure that I
am experiencing. And typically the
pleasurable moment is irretrievably lost as a result. </div>
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After our intermission we headed back upstairs. Somewhere along the way I lost Ron and
was navigating the scene as an apparent single woman. As a result the male and
female attention that I garnered took a rather dramatic upswing almost
instantaneously. I had several attractive
women approach me smiling flirtatiously asking about my leopard print
sleeveless dress. I smiled warmly enjoying their attentions but was
uninterested in a new bi-sexual experience on this night…I needed to get fucked
by some hard cocks and Gang Bang night was an excellent night to do just that! I leaned over the balcony rail scanning
the writhing dance floor below and without preamble the black man next to me
said, “You wanna go into a room with me and my buddy?” While I appreciated his directness, it
would have been nice if he had said a little more than essentially asking me if
I would go fuck him. And to be
perfectly fair, I have fucked men just on the basis of having my legs spread
and my juicy pussy open as an invitation and their hard condom-clad cocks being
next in line. I could not even
tell you how many cocks were in my cunt or who they belonged to after the Gang
Bang in March – so who am I to get picky about a man effectively asking me to
fuck him and his friend? At least he was up front. Maybe next time I will take up men on that kind of
offer. It is after all an honest
proposal for a sexual exchange, which is what I am at the Club for in the first
place.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
When I turned to my left I saw Ron standing near. He was happy to be by my side but is
always also respectful and aware that I may wish to go off in my own direction
when opportunities arise. And at
some point I am very likely to do just that, but Gang Bang night was not a night
where I was comfortable being left to my own devices. Gang Bang night is one where a trusted partner and his wife
are valuable companions! Ron and I
decided to go find a room and get the Gang Bang ball rolling. I also saw a tall intriguing 40-something
man whose eyes easily revealed his attraction to me. He wanted to introduce me to his wife…but she seemed not to be
nearby – leaving me wondering if I was a potential playmate for his wife, for
him or both. He radiated an energy
and feel that unquestionably peaked my interest. I told him that Ron and I were going to find a room but that
he and his wife were welcome to join us.
He smiled and leaned down a few inches and gave me a tempting, provocative
kiss that sent a tingle directly to my groin. He said he could not come without consulting his wife, which
is perfectly laudable. I hoped he
would come, find and fuck me at some point in the evening!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ron and I found a back windowless room that was freshly made
and ready for a romp with two unopened condoms tossed onto the clean sheet. We
deliberately left the door wide open.
As we entered the room and began disrobing there were people beginning
to peer into the room to see what was on offer. One man who had intermittently watched me engage with
several men earlier in the evening entered the room and asked to watch
again. Ron and I both affirmed
that he was welcome to watch. With
that he sat down on the chair in the room and shut the door. Both Ron and I said, “No, we want the
door open.” The man seemed a bit disoriented by our demand to leave the door
open but then remained seated and began to watch us a bit like a live
performance – which I suppose it was! Ron and I began to touch each other
desirously, kissing passionately and grabbing hungrily and quickly lying back
on the bed for a more thorough fuck.
Ron slid his fingers into my eager moist pussy and I was climaxing
almost instantly, squirting and making my own wet spot on the clean
sheets. Ron brought my G-Spot to
orgasm repeatedly and my entire body melted into the ecstatic sensation that
emanated from inside my pussy and coursed through my entire body. After allowing me to revel in the
euphoric sensation, Ron moved around to taste my pussy and my recently released
juices while allowing me access to his hard cock. In this aptly named ‘69’ position we tasted, licked, nibbled
and sucked each other. His cock
was engorged and my mouth eagerly took him inside. My face and lips took pleasure in the feel of his cock
rubbing up against my skin, which made me want to suck on him more and longer. During all this I would glance toward
the chair and door at sporadic intervals.
Curiously the man who asked to watch was there one minute, gone the
next, back the next, and gone again.
He seemed to drift in and out of the door repeatedly and randomly. It was most peculiar. He had been invited to join in the
sexual extravaganza earlier in the evening and had declined repeatedly.</div>
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Before I knew it, there were men asking to touch and fuck
me. Once again, I was baffled by
events and cannot give an accurate accounting of what took place. I know I was fucked a lot. First, I know that Ron fucked me thoroughly
and got the ball rolling. I
remember that Ron stayed with me on my right side and made sure that men wore
condoms. He also checked in with
me often to make sure I was okay. I
am not sure when Nora joined us, but she was in the room as well but not on the
bed, rather sitting in a chair next to the bed and door to the room. She was sucking cocks to get them hard
before they fucked me. I recall
that I had declined to give blowjobs.
I enjoy sucking on cocks, but I want to at least know whom they belong
to before taking them in my mouth.
The Gang Bang scenario does not really give me that luxury. I could not
even reliably say how many men I fucked never mind what they looked like or who
they were! I think the other club
is much more conducive to me for wanting to take a man I have just met into my
mouth. This club seems a little
bit edgy on the trust factor and I do not have a base level of trust in any of
the men that line up at the door waiting for a fuck on Gang Bang night.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
We were in a back upstairs room off a small hall nearest the
ladies room. I was lying back on the spacious bed with my head toward to corner
of the room and my pussy facing the open door with my legs spread wide while my
pussy eagerly took one cock after another. Afterward Ron told me that I was fucked nine times including
him once and one guy twice. I had
no idea that I fucked the same guy twice. In all honesty, I can only remember a
few of the more notable men. The
best anonymous fuck was a powerfully built Mexican guy that Ron and Nora knew
and said was a good fuck. His hard
cock thrust vigorously and skillfully into my wanton pussy. I could feel his
muscular arms and thighs beneath my fingers and hands as he road me hard. He made my pussy grab his cock with
pleasure and I climaxed forcefully several times. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Another man wanted me to ask him to fuck me. I did as he asked and he climbed on top
and fucked me while always holding the condom on his penis. He told me what a “bad girl” I was
while he smiled and jammed his cock in and out of my pussy. Because he was holding his hand between
my body and his, rather than feel him fucking me I felt his knuckles rammed up
against my pussy. It was not the
greatest sensation but I suppose he was afraid the condom might fall off or
something. In any event, he was a
short-lived fuck and climaxed exceedingly swiftly. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I can still smell the coconut fragrance from a diminutive,
sinewy Polynesian man with long black hair. He fucked me with a physical intensity and tangible
proximity that was not present with the other unknown men. My hands explored his muscular back,
arms and thighs and my tactile senses were intrigued by his unique vigor that I
could feel just by touching his body. He seemed astonished that I actually spoke
with him briefly while he was ramming his cock into me to tell him that he
smelled exotic and tropical. He
did not respond but fucked me harder until he climaxed. And then he buried his face in my hair
at the crook of the right side of my neck and ravenously kissed and nuzzled my
neck – long enough for me to briefly wonder if he was going to leave a mark - and
then he hastily disengaged and left directly. He was unique in the anonymous
series being the only man to share any physical touch that could be perceived
as affectionate…even if fleeting. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I think the last fuck in the series was a man who referred
to himself as Randy Rabbit (obviously a pseudonym). Nora had fucked him earlier
in the evening and by all appearances had a good time. And now it was my turn. He liked to be chatty while fucking
away. I, for one, am not a good talker
while being fucked. It distracts
from my orgasmic focus. But he was
feeling social and was chatting away. It was a nice fuck but because I could
not lose myself in my head due to all the talking, I could not take myself to
that blissfully ecstatic carnal place where I longed to reside. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
At one point an older gentlemen (whom I did not fuck but who
did taste my pussy and awkwardly rammed his fingers inside my cunt with less
than desirable skill) asked me what my Gang Bang record was. I thought it was a bit of an odd
question because I had never really considered myself fucking a series of men
for a numerical goal, per se. I suppose it was kind of like asking me how big of a
slut I am and his voice did reveal a hint of the slightest edge of a derogatory
tone when he asked. But, honestly,
I do not look at it in those terms at all. I love to be well and truly fucked and I usually find myself
wanting more and more even after I am fucked silly. So, for me the adage of ‘the more the merrier’ is totally
true. I love the idea of being
fucked over and over and over and over again by as many men as can continue to
bring me to orgasm. My orgasms just seem to build on each other over the course
of an evening and now I realize just how earth shattering they can get if I
keep on fucking! Each sexual
encounter is a prelude to even better orgasms because my body just becomes more
ramped up and utterly lascivious.
And my recent discovery of the insanely carnal pleasures of Gang Bang
fucking is overwhelming. I enjoy
being fucked by men with hard libidinous cocks that I do not know, one after
the other. There is no need for
niceties and formalities, just hard enthusiastic cocks to fill my fantastically
orgasmically hungry pussy. Gang
Bangs have been a powerful sexual fantasy for me for as long as I can
remember. </div>
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But, all good things must come to an end. I decided to call quits to the sexual extravaganza
as a foreign man was waiting for a turn but refusing to comply with the nudity
requirement. If I am naked and
fucking, the owner of the cock must also be naked. I heard Nora explain several times to this man that he must
undress. He seemed to either
ignore her or simply not understand.
Whatever the case, I did not wish to engage with him – clothed or not. Additionally there was another man waiting
in the wings and either Ron or Nora asked him if he was going to take a turn
with me. He said something to the
effect of, “I am still considering it.”
Well, if a man is ambivalent about fucking me then he is not fucking me. I am not waiting around while he
debates his options. Either fuck
me now or move on! My pussy and I
are not catering to the undecided.
So, that was that.</div>
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Ron, Nora and I headed back to the same funky, functional motel
after the Gang Bang. And after a
quick shower, we all settled in for the night in the king size bed with Ron
firmly ensconced in the middle of Nora and myself. “Settle in” might not be the best term since really Ron and
I, with our almost electric physical chemistry, embarked on an immediate exceptional
middle of the night fuck. While I
had, no doubt, been soundly fucked by an extensive variety of men and their
generous cocks during the evening at the club, my body continued to pulse with an
unrelenting desire and my pussy was raring to go for more, more, more. Ron’s touch on my G-Spot sent my body
singing with carnal euphoria and his full-bodied cock thrusting in my greedy
pussy was the perfect night cap to an already robust sexual evening. My senses still heightened from the
evening’s sexcapades, I climaxed immediately and repeatedly. Try as I might to
be still and quiet while Ron fucked me next to his sleeping wife, I was not
especially successful. I am
baffled at her ability to sleep through our sexploits, though on this
particular night, I was not entirely sure that she did sleep.</div>
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After a few hours of light sleep we woke for the day and Ron
aroused my pussy with hot coffee kisses directly on my vulva and clitoris. It was a bizarrely erotic and at times
a physically heated sensation, and one that I took pleasure in. Of course, I enjoyed it more given that
it was followed up by a stellar morning fuck! What a phenomenal way to launch a
fresh day. And what an amazing Mother's Day gift from my husband!</div>
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Nick’s international travel was delayed so we had the
unexpected pleasure of going out to the club as a couple. I love my solo excursions but really
enjoy going out together with Nick, as well. We have had several crazy sexy nights out so far and each time
we get more comfortable with our new non-monogamous sexual dynamic.</div>
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Corset night appealed to Nick for obvious reasons! Corsets can be insanely sexy. Dressing
me for the evening was a bit of a challenge. I had a sexy satin black corset with red stitching but had
nothing for the bottom half….and I really felt I should wear something – even
if only for the first part of the evening! So, on the way up to the club we stopped off at a couple of
adult stores in search of something to match my corset. We struck gold at the second location
and found black lacey short shorts with a black satin tie belt that would match
well. Luckily, Nick enjoyed
dressing me since there was NO way I could get that corset laced up the back
all by myself. Besides, I think it
was a turn on for Nick to lace up my corset for an evening of potential fucking
with others…knowing that I might be removing my corset for another man…or
woman.</div>
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It is always fun at the club to see what the sexy ladies are
comfortable wearing. I enjoy being
a little risqué and wearing somewhat revealing outfits. They make me feel naughty from the
beginning and are a mild form of erotic foreplay as I prepare for an evening
where the sexual possibilities are wide open and unlimited. I never know what might happen on any
given night out.</div>
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This particular night was rather languid and stagnant for
the club. The attendance was lower
than usual and the music was not encouraging a lot of dance floor action. Nick and I tried to drum up
conversation with a variety of people.
We struck up conversation with Alan and Meredith whom we have seen and
heard in hot and heavy erotic exploits many times at the club. They look like a blazing hot couple to
play with but I had never pursued them more than conversationally. On this night, there was another couple
being almost aggressively territorial about Alan and Meredith. Nick and I were decidedly taken aback
by the strong expression of possessiveness and backed away fairly rapidly. Nick and I had absolutely no desire to
interfere with anyone’s sexy evening plans. It was the first time that I had experienced such blatant
ownership expressed at the club. I
was puzzled that we were perceived as a threat in our mere polite social
conversation, because really, we were just being friendly and chatting without
any explicit or implicit intent at all.</div>
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Nick and I also had the pleasure of chatting with Blane and
Jane who are provocative club regulars and always super sexy in their
attire. They both looked rather
spicy and inviting and we have schmoozed with them on several occasions. This was the first evening where they
both engaged in animated, somewhat flirtatious, conversation with us. It was interesting because Blane was considerably
more engaged in the conversation than Jane who at times looked like she might wish
to disengage. Where as in the past
Blane had never really engaged in conversation. But tonight my interest was peaked in both Blane and the two
as a couple. However, they are
part of an established tight social clique at the club and I doubt this would
lead anywhere.</div>
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Dinner conversation was interesting with discussions about
kink and the level of kink in which people have engaged. I find the broad term ‘kink’ to be too
vague. It seemingly encompasses
darn near everything. And who is
it that decided what is ‘normal’ and what is ‘kinky’? After all, as a society, we have little idea what
individuals actually do and enjoy behind closed doors…of course, I love it when
there are no doors like at this club so one can voyeuristically enjoy what
couples are willing to do in the open. But frankly, while there has been lots
of sexy fucking to watch, I have rarely encountered anything sexual that I
would consider particularly edgy (well, maybe twice). As for myself, I find that while I have a LOT of sex at
these swingers clubs with a fair number of people – mostly men but some women
as well – I actually consider my sexual activity to be more vanilla than
not. Granted “extended” vanilla,
but nothing wild and crazy in the realm of the menu that “kink” offers.</div>
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With a slow but somewhat chatty evening moving forward, Nick
and I were at a loss to find play partners. There just was not a spark. We were beginning to think this might be our first kinda
boring club outing. Then, Nick
walked up to a table and started chatting with a single man named Ken and they
seemed to click conversationally almost immediately! A few minutes later his wife, Kathy, walked up to the table
and she looked at me with a broad grin and sparkling eyes and I knew right away
that our luck had just changed. Ken was an articulate, handsome man with a
shaved head and Kathy was just plain hot with a beautiful smile, captivating
eyes, tempting body and a sexual energy that was tangible. She was stunning and
sexy as hell and it was obvious immediately that she was into girls. I was still not so sure how into girls
I might be, but I knew that she was a delectable, tantalizing opportunity.</div>
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We all talked and talked for what seemed like a long
time. Ken and Kathy had some
uniquely similar life experiences as Nick and I so we had a lot to share with
each other. The commonality of analogous
experiences is so incredibly rare for us that we were instantaneously excited
by the intellectual possibilities beyond the mere physical. Ken and Nick hit is off big time. They talked and talked. Kathy kept pouring wine and even
grabbed Jell-O shooters at one point.
Her favorite song came on and she and Ken headed to the dance floor,
which gave Nick and I a chance to check in with each other. We were both super keen to play with
these two! Ken and Kathy headed
back and another song came on that Kathy liked and she wanted to dance again,
but Ken was settling back into conversation with Nick. So I joined Kathy on the dance floor –
we were the only ones out there as the public space had cleared out pretty well,
meaning that the play area must be rocking already. Kathy and I danced.
Her eyes penetrating mine, revealing lascivious intent. We touched each other lightly. She
asked me where this was all going.
I asked her the same. And
then we both knew exactly where this was headed! I described my bi-curiosity
and she her undeniable bi-sexuality.
Our mutual eagerness to head to the play area was unquestionable and
unambiguous.</div>
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Kathy and I returned to the table to join Ken and Nick. Our senses were heightened by our time
on the dance floor and we were eager to explore each other more, but the men
were heavily engaged in conversation!
Kathy and I stood next to each other lightly caressing each other. I leaned forward and kissed her,
exploring her lips and mouth with my tongue, making our intentions crystal
clear to our men…and yet they still talked! The husbands seemed to enjoy the
power they wielded over us by making us wait and not outwardly acknowledging
the concupiscent edge upon which we teetered. After making us wait wantonly, both men paused and looked at
us and asked if we wanted to head upstairs. Finally! </div>
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On the way upstairs, Kathy made a point of telling me that
she had paddles and floggers and really enjoys being flogged. She invited me to use them as much as I
would like. I found this to be
intriguing but am really not very experienced at all in the BDSM realm. I was definitely interested in giving
her what she was asking for, but I also felt like I might need to be a little
more comfortable with the 4-way dynamic before venturing into even more novel
territory.</div>
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Because of the late hour, much of the prime real estate
upstairs was engaged by couples and couples-plus entwined in various stages of salubrious
copulation. Given that we were a four-some
with plans for a full swap arrangement, I thought one of the larger more open
spaces would be conducive space-wise to an amazing four-way. But, oddly, Kathy
seemed to be reticent about being on display in one of the more open
locations. So she selected what
amounted to a double bed in the lower unit of a bunk bed situation. It was
located in a corner area that actually gave ample views to anyone walking down
either the passage, but I do not think she realized the visual openness that
this particular, seemingly tucked away location would provided to potential
voyeurs. </div>
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I cannot remember who started what with whom or the order of
events so this will be bits and pieces of the physical and sensory memories
that I took from the encounter. Kathy and I began by passionately kissing and eagerly fondling
each other. Nick slid down between
Kathy’s open legs and started to eat her pussy (cunnilingus being one of Nick’s
favorite activities) while I continued to kiss her, suck and nibble her intoxicating
breasts. Nick finger fucked her until
she begged for more and then begged for him to stop as he crossed her intensity
threshold. She was an enthusiastic
lover and was vocally and physically extolling her pleasure. Meanwhile, Ken easily distracted my
attention from Kathy and began to kiss me aggressively. As I returned his ardor with a matched
intensity, he looked at me and smiled moving down between my wide-open legs to
place his mouth on my wet and hungry pussy. The play with Kathy and listening to
all the super sexy sounds had me desperately desirous. I was randy as hell at this point and
wanted to be fucked soon.</div>
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Soon Kathy moved away from Nick and slid between my legs to
eat my pussy as well. Her
cunnilingus skill was pretty impressive and the best I have experienced among
women to date. When she was
finished with her gastronomical excursion to my pussy and after she fingered my
G-Spot to several surprisingly gentle orgasms, she moved back to Nick. I looked up and saw Ken with a big
smile on his face presenting me with his impressive, rock hard, sizeable cock. I sucked his cock greedily while he
watched my husband fuck his wife. Then he asked me if he could fuck me. As soon as the condom was slipped on
his solid cock, he rammed his shaft into my more than eager pussy and fucked me
good and hard. I was already so sexually
aroused by then that as soon as his beautiful glistening cock thrust into me I
climaxed hard almost instantly. I
was perfectly electrified by finally being fucked after so much aural, visual
and physical stimulation that my body was like a ticking time bomb just ready
to explode climactically. And it
did! The sudden body wracking orgasms that so readily sprang from my being and
reverberated through his cock astounded Ken. Moans and cries of pleasure emanated from our mutual carnal
indulgence. As I subsided from my
climatic precipice, Ken leaned back wiping perspiration from his head and Nick
moved over and rammed his cock deep into my pussy knowing that I would be able
to climax again and again with continued thrusting by a hard cock. As the swap took place, I noticed a
gathering of sexy unclothed voyeurs standing around our play space watching
with captivated expressions as the four of us continued our amazing sexploits. Being an exhibitionist, these onlookers
only served to increase my lasciviousness and lust for carnal overindulgence. </div>
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After a brief pause for us all to catch our collective breath
and revel in the salacious pleasure, I climbed on top of Kathy. I was on all
fours with my ass facing the passage and on full display for all to see. I began to kiss her and suck on her
breasts. Ken moved behind me and thrust
his hard cock into my pussy and fucked me doggie style while I played with his
wife. She asked me if I wanted to
go down on her and taste her pussy, but honestly, I was still not quite
ready. But soon, soon, soon I will
be brave enough. I was so
wrapped up in my own intense sensations and the hard cock ramming into my cunt
from behind, that I was vague on what exactly Nick was doing during all this salacious
sexual exchange.</div>
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With my exuberance and the obvious hedonistic pleasure I was
deriving from my physical, wanton connection with Kathy, she smiled coyly and
purred and asked me, “What happened to being bi-curious?” She said that I seemed way more
bi-comfortable than bi-curious. I
smiled and shrugged not knowing what to say. Because truth be told I was far more enthusiastically
engaged with Kathy than I had ever been with any other woman. I loved touching her and kissing her.
She was absolutely delectable! And
her gusto for the moment and the sexual opportunities was utterly
infectious. </div>
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At this point Ken pulled his cock out of my well-fucked
swollen pussy and I leaned back.
Kathy smiled coyly with her eyes sparkling with mischievous desire and
asked if we were interested in a ‘DP’. Well, silly me could not make the
connection between the acronym and the activity! I actually had to ask her what it was! Ken and Kathy both declared, “double
penetration”. Kathy wanted to do a
DP with her partner and Nick. She
asked me if that was something that I had done or if I was interested. I must have been vague because she kept
on her path of inquiry until I finally smiled and unreservedly declared that,
indeed, double penetration is absolutely on my bucket list. So yes, I would love to try a DP, but
not tonight. I said that Nick was free to participate if he wanted to but that
I was not up to expanding my sexual horizons quite that far that night. Honestly, it was tempting, but anal sex
is not something that I engage in lightly and never in the swinging club
realm. I would like to actually
know a man that has the pleasure of fucking me in the ass. And I would love to get to know Kathy
and Ken more. So who knows what
the future may hold! I am getting
all hot and bothered just thinking about the possibility of having two cocks
filling my pussy and ass. </div>
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With the DP apparently being a ‘no go’ for either Nick or I
on this evening, the four of us wrapped up our full swap and went in search of
nourishment and beverages. Regrettably
I had had a little too much too drink, mostly because Kathy kept pouring (and
mixing) the wine and followed with Jell-O shots. Alcohol and sex do not mix well for me. I like to be sharp and acutely aware of
all the physical sensations that my body is privileged to experience during
sexual encounters at the club.
Everything is so new and different most every time I fuck anyone at the
club that I never really know what sensations I will experience. All men are unique in their touch,
feel, energy…. I absolutely thrive on the variety! I had a phenomenal time with
Kathy and Ken but it could have been in an even higher dimension had I not had
to contend with a slightly fuzzy head that was at times less than sharp and not
always as responsive as I would have liked it to be. Lesson: No drinking and sexing!</div>
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I imagine that Nick’s blog on this evening should be super
interesting. He had great
conversations with Ken’s take on Kathy’s bi-sexuality and her general hunger
for sex. She seemed to be a lot
like me in that she loves sex, particularly non-monogamous sex, and is crazy multi-orgasmic
– like me! Nick and I are both enthusiastically
looking forward to getting to know (as well as touch, taste, feel, smell and fuck)
Ken and Kathy a lot more in the future!!</div>
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The decision to go out was last minute and I was not 100%
sure until about two hours before I left the house. I was dubious that it would work out with Nick and did not
mention to anyone that I might be able to go to the club that night. As a result everyone was taken by
surprise by my appearance. I arrived
to an unusually calm and quiet club. Where was everyone?? I went up to the sleeping room and
deposited my stuff and started to dress for the evening. Being Leather Night, my outfit was a
repeat of what I wore on Gang Bang Night at the other club a month
earlier. At that time I had been certain
that I would not be able to attend Leather Night on this evening so I went
ahead and wore my sexy black vegan leather dress then. But to my surprise I got another
chance!</div>
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I was crouched down digging through my overnight bag when
Ron and Nora walked into the room fresh from the shower. Both were pleasantly surprised to see
me and were warmly and enthusiastically welcoming. I felt like I was with genuine
friends and very much appreciated their genuine concern over a health issue
that had overwhelmed me a few weeks earlier. Needless to say Ron was exponentially more physically demonstrative
than one’s average friend – kissing, hugging and touching…definitely a friend
with extended benefits! And I was
really looking forward to exploring those extended benefits later in the night!
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After dressing for the evening, Ron and I got so sexually aroused
just chatting with each other that we took off for what became my very first
per-dinner fuck at the Club. Since
we were both dressed (and street clothes are forbidden in the play areas) we
headed to the froggie chair located near the fireplace and large screen
porn-streaming television…just outside of the clothing restricted play zones.
We dropped our clothing at the froggie chair in the dungeon-like niche and
ravenously consumed one another. As usual, Ron had my G-Spot singing and squirting in no time
flat while I sucked his cock. He
fucked me hard…my pussy felt exquisitely full and responded with splendid –
though not all encompassing – orgasms.
It was a fantastic opening fuck that held tremendous promise for an
evening full of sexual escapades and took the sharp edge off my insatiable pent
up desire and allowed me to have a pleasant dinner and social evening without
crawling the walls with lustful desire.
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I joined Ron and Nora at a table next to the dance floor for
dinner. Vicky who I had not seen
in many months joined us for dinner.
I knew instantly by Vicky’s presence that Bill was near and that they
were slated to share the evening.
I had known since the first time I met Vicky on Halloween night that she
was at the top of Bill’s line up.
Bill had just returned to the US after six months overseas. I had had
little communication with him lately and dwindling communication for a while
despite the fact that we had shared a great deal of intimate bits about
ourselves with each other – though I probably did more of the sharing…and in
hind site I would say that I was too open and honest in that promising
friendship. We had both pulled
back from our deep conversations and budding friendship over the last several
months, especially after his wife, Kelly, started to take significant issue
with me and my interactions with Ron.
I credit Bill and Kelly for introducing me to this Lifestyle and I could
not be more appreciative. I am deeply
sorry that our connections and friendships took such a tenuous direction. I truly
miss Bills’ friendship and regret the blandly neutral space into which we have
regrettably slipped. I had given
considerable effort to trying to be friends with his wife, Kelly, and for a
brief period of time I had truly, truly thought we were becoming friends. In all honesty, these two formerly
promising and currently, utterly floundering – if not unreservedly lifeless -
relationships left me feeling oddly mournful.</div>
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On this night, Bill and Kelly arrived to find Vicky sitting
with us (Ron, Nora and myself) for dinner. Bill greeted her, said hello to me with a brief cursory hug
and took Vicky away to another table.
Bill and Kelly did not know that I would be present and I had zero
expectation. Though it was
peculiarly unsettling for me to be present in a room with Bill having shared so
deeply with him over the last 6 months - a connection that I miss considerably.
However, frankly, given Kelly’s recent reactions to me, I, without a doubt,
felt like distance would be best anyway. But, given the attraction that Bill
and I felt when we met each other last September and the depth with which he
knows me from our instant messaging over the months, I felt this was all strikingly
sad. Later while dancing alone,
Kelly approached me and said, “Bill said you were not coming tonight.” And I responded, “I was not supposed to
come. It was very last minute.”
And she was gone. Actually I almost did not come specifically because Bill and
Kelly would be present, but I thought that was an absurdity and put it aside.</div>
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Dan and Jill joined our diner table. It was their first time visiting the club
and they were brand new to the Lifestyle.
The three of us did our best to be welcoming and take Dan and Jill under
our wing. It was the first time I
had had the opportunity to get to know a couple completely new to the Lifestyle. And I felt the oddest desire to help
usher them into a new world of open, honest pleasure. Despite ourselves, Nora, Ron and I managed to have Jill
blushing profusely with our conversation.
Nora made sure to tell Jill, an attractive slender blond mother of two
young children, that Ron was very good and would be happy to help shepherd her
into the Lifestyle. I confirmed
that he would be an excellent way to start since he was really talented at
pleasing women sexually! Through
out dinner and dancing, I spent time chatting and flirting with the new
couple. I was not super attracted
to burly Dan, though he seemed like a very nice, somewhat cuddly man, but I
thought it could be fun to see what it was like helping a brand new couple
enter the Lifestyle. I shifted to
sit next to Jill and talked to her about my Lifestyle experiences and how incredibly
fun everything has been for me. I
told her how safe and affirming I found the environment at this particular Club
and how it was such a great place to delve in! While I was away from the table briefly, Dan approached me
and said that he knew that Jill wanted to engage but was shy and inquired about
whether Ron and I would be willing to play with them as a couple if he could
get her brave enough. I responded
in the affirmative and shortly thereafter informed Ron about the request. Needless, to say Ron was gung ho. Ron is pretty much always gung ho and
seems to be even more so when new women are exploring the Lifestyle. Shortly after returning to the table,
with Ron at my side, Dan asked if the four of us could go play…..and we were
off!</div>
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Nora, Ron’s wife, had already headed out with Frank to have
a great fuck….or at least it looked and sounded like a great fuck from a
voyeurs perspective! Frank and
Nora had teamed up on a previous night at the Club when he was accompanied by a
beautiful young, sexy black woman – who apparently referred to Ron as an
“animal” she loved fucking him so much! And I would have to concur with her
enthusiasm for Ron’s sexual prowess!</div>
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Dan, Jill, Ron and I settled into an upper berth, which
afforded about as much space as two double beds. On the way to the play area, I had inquired about Jill’s
bi-preferences…she did nothing but blush copiously without offering any
explanation about what she might like or not. Now, I still classify myself as bi-curious, but do light
play with women – mostly caressing, kissing and nibbling and sucking on breasts...I
have not yet garnered the nerve to delve below the belt beyond lightly grazing
a woman’s vulva with my hand.
Anyway, I was exceedingly respectful of her profuse ambiguity and limited
myself to caressing her body for the entirety of our play with some light
kissing while her partner and Ron began to alternately pleasure her. Dan was finger fucking her while Ron
was kissing her and sucking on her breasts. Dan and Ron shifted roles
throughout our play to enhance Jill’s pleasure. She kept her eyes tightly closed for the duration but as
time passed her body responded more and more to the sexual stimulus that could
not be ignored. With the hands of
three people on her body she was becoming overwhelmed with sensation that eventually
erupted in what appeared to be rather intense orgasms.</div>
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Of and on throughout our play, Dan was kissing me
passionately and periodically fingering me and I was stroking his cock. However, he was highly attuned to Jill
and her every signal. As her moans
began to intensify and her pleasure became glaringly apparent, Dan’s focus on
her increased and his interest in any sort of play with me declined. Dan flinched every time she emitted a
change in her vocalization. At one
point his rock hard cock was in my hand and Jill’s moans altered in tone and
Dan’s erection departed as quickly as it had emerged. He was consumed with
ensuring Jill was safe, secure, happy and elated! It was so curious for me to observe Dan’s sexual responses
as Jill garnered pleasure from Ron.
He was completely committed to (and perhaps even anxious) ensuring that
Jill enjoyed herself and wanted to engage more with the Lifestyle. Ron finger
fucked her and she squirted with intense pleasure. She and Dan expressed surprise over the wet spot she
produced on the bed. </div>
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Nora and Frank passed by and watched our play with the new
couple for a bit and expressed desire to go enjoy the Sybian sex machines that
were available to ride. Honestly,
I was a bit ambivalent about these toys…but I knew Nick would think I was
insane for passing up the opportunity to try them out! So, Nora and Frank were waiting for Ron
and I to finish up our play session with Dan and Jill. Being chatty, Nora asked me how I was
with everything with the new couple and as usual she could read me like a
book! I was bored! Helping this new couple was fun, but
now I was ready to move on to my own pleasure and some serious fucking!! Nora and Frank headed off for a while
and I turned my attention back to Dan and Jill. </div>
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Before I knew it, Nora and Frank were back. This time, both Ron and I turned to
chat with them while Dan and Jill finally fucked each other! Nora was enthusiastically eager to avail
herself of the sex machines on offer, so Ron suggested I lend a hand to Dan so
he could reach a speedier climax with Jill thus allowing Ron and I the
opportunity to gracefully depart their company and join Nora on the sex machine
expedition. So, I did – massaging
his balls and shaft from behind as he plunged in and out of his partner. Dan
came quickly inside Jill’s cunt with this additional external stimulation from
me. And bam! Ron and I headed out for the sex toys
with Nora and Fred!</div>
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There were two Sybian units. I climbed on one and Nora on the other. We were straddling the sex machines next
to each other with our shoulders nearly touching. As the unit’s small, hard quasi-cock like feature
entered my pussy I felt a distinctly un-cock like feel of the internal portion
of the toy. It lacked the size,
girth, warmth and flexibility of a real member. As I lowered myself to rest my clit over the vibrating
portion of the machine I could feel the internal wand moving around and around
inside me. I amplified the
vibration on my clit and instantaneously found it to be on the verge of too
much sensation. The combination
between the swirling faux cock inside my cunt and the inflexible unforgiving vibration
on my clit was overly stimulating in a way that was an amalgamation of
excessive discomfort and escalating pleasure all in one. I could not take the extreme
stimulation for long even though I held the controls to the machine in my hand
and could increase or decrease the intensity at will. I simply could not focus on anything but the powerful
vibration between my legs and was utterly unable to manage the controls…it was
a sensory overload in the extreme.
I found myself desperately wanting off the machine while at the same
time being on the verge of a potentially intense unfamiliar orgasm. I held out
for the orgasm. It was not a
rolling body encompassing exquisitely intense orgasm to which I have become
accustomed. Rather it was almost a
violent orgasmic event that left me jarred and discombobulated. I can’t say that I liked it and I can’t
say that I did not like it. It was
unequivocally unique and definitely something I would be interested in trying
again!</div>
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After coming down from the extreme overstimulation by the
Sybian sex machine, I found myself to be pretty well prepped for a hard-core,
real life fuck! The machines significantly
aroused a deep sexual craving within and I was enormously randy! Fortunately, Ron was too. I imagine watching his wife and me
simultaneously get off on Sybian sex machines was a major aphrodisiac. Ron took me straight into the play area
and we staked claim on the most open and exposed of froggie chairs. I climbed up and was subjected to a
superb, powerful physical adventure in fucking. My desire had been building all night to the point that Ron
hardly had to touch me and I was climaxing. He used his fingers and his cock expertly as always. Couples passing by stopped to part take
in the pleasure by caressing my body and pinching my nipples as Ron rammed his
cock into me hard and unrelentingly.
My orgasms flowed one after the other with ever increasing intensity and
my body responded strongly and forcefully. My climactic moans and less subtle
vocalizations reverberated through out the upstairs play area attracting
voyeuristic attention. My orgasms
felt wild and unadulterated. I was
surprised to open my eyes to see several couples watching us fucking and seeing
me in an utterly raw, exposed orgasmic state.</div>
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Recovery – both physical and emotional - from this wild and
crazy sexual extravaganza took me some time. I wandered off on my own to find my equilibrium, and
eventually on Ron’s invitation, joined Ron, Nora, Vicky, Bill and Kelly in a
nice chat. I had been avoiding the
group of friends because I did not want make anyone uncomfortable or give Kelly
any reason to be further antagonized by me. It was nice to chat with them all. I was curious to watch Bill in conversation as I only really
knew him from our on-line friendship and it was compelling to observe his sharp
wit and conversational reactions in person.</div>
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When Vicky announced that she needed to head home, the rest
of us headed off to our various sleeping locations within the club. Finding our designated sleeping room to
be down right arctic, Ron, Nora and I headed into the sultry, warm play area
and secured a bed in the room with the mirrored ceilings. Ron took the middle, sandwiched between
his wife and myself. Though tired,
neither Ron nor I were completely sated despite the extraordinarily orgasmic sexual
episode in the froggie chair earlier in the evening. Lust was brewing and the proximity of our bodies made it
impossible to ignore our carnal impulses. Despite the nocturnal hour, Ron and I began touching
indulgently, fondling sensually, stroking ardently, kissing passionately -
going from zero to one hundred with the speed of light. Our fervor was mounting and our
lustful desires were undeniable. </div>
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On my request we shifted into the adjacent psychedelic room so
as not to disturb Nora’s rest, though it was unnecessary since she can
apparently sleep through just about anything! With frenzied exigency and lascivious infatuation, Ron and I
were entwined in an erotic, carnal embrace that flowed and shifted continuously
without loss of contact.
Positions fluid, our bodies melding into each other with each new
movement. Ron’s heated touch was titillating and my desire grew exponentially. I was insanely desirous and urgently
wanted to feel Ron’s cock fill me wholly.
But, for the first time in our many months of sexual encounters, Ron
chose to deprive me of the satisfaction of the penetration that I so longed
for. This prolonged teasing with
his finger fucking me to squirting orgasms and touching my body through and
through led me to a sheer height of desire that I have not felt in many, many
years. I was utterly wanton in my
desire and the erotic teasing was so intense that my pussy was literally aching
to take him inside me. I can think
of no better way of encouraging me to beg, nay plead, for more than to leave me
at the utter height of desire. Ron
had securely entangled me in the fine erotic web of sheer, unrestrained
wantonness. And with that we joined Nora and slept a few brief hours.</div>
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As the morning light crept through the windows, I woke with
an aching, full body desire to fuck and be fuck! I did not wish to disturb Nora
and Ron who were cuddled up intimately in slumber. However, my libidinous desire emanated from the depths of my
being and reverberated throughout the room causing Ron to stir, roll over and
begin to caress my already fully charged, ready and more than willing
body. Ron and I quickly dispatched
ourselves to the nearest froggie chair and had an extended, immensely
delightful, thoroughly orgasmic fuck.
As is his custom, Ron brought me to climax over and over again. My cries of passion and moans of
pleasure created a sultry din that echoed throughout the play area and left a
palpable sexual infusion in the air.</div>
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It was an amazing way to start a new day! Contented, sated and sexually gratified
for the moment, I enjoyed a wholesome breakfast with Bill, Kelly, Ron and
Nora. Again, I did my best to keep
my distance from Ron while Kelly was near so as not to run the risk of
upsetting her. Likewise, despite
sitting next to Bill, I did my best to keep my enthusiasm in check and my
energy distant. This despite my
wanting to talk with him since, despite everything, it still seemed like such a
natural thing to do after months of getting to know one another through Skype
Instant Messaging. The group
conversation was optimistic and positive all the way around with only an
occasional hint of edginess. It
was the nicest post-coital breakfast among new friends that I had yet experienced
at the club. Life is good.</div>
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Nick and I decided to go out one last time before our lives
became crazy hectic with work, travel and just life in general. Our schedule was pretty full for the
next few weeks and since last weekend went so well we wanted to keep the
positive non-monogamous momentum and heated sexual energy going. We rounded up the babysitter and headed
off to the Swingers Club in the next state over for Gang Bang Night. Now, I had
been to Gang Bang Night before and was fairly underwhelmed, but tonight was a
whole different story altogether! </div>
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As we were checking into the Club with our valid government
issued photos IDs to prove we are real people, Ron and Nora arrived with
Madeline. I was hoping we would
run into them at the Club and I was eagerly anticipating a wild and crazy sexy
night. The ambient energy was
already ramped up and we were just walking in the door. I was feeling sexy and desirable in my
hot vegan leather dress with fishnet wrist gloves and fuck me boots – all
black. I felt a sexual wantonness that was palpable. Once inside the club the erotic
vibes and lusty people were everywhere.
Everyone we encountered was animated, excited and radiating lascivious
energy. Ron and Nora introduced us to a couple, Kyle and Sabrina, who were already
in a playroom and were only marginally dressed. But, what better way to meet people than in the
near-buff? I was thrilled to meet
Kyle and Sabrina as they were the delectable couple that I had seen during our Club
visit back in January and it now turns out that we have common extracurricular
pleasures beyond fucking! I was
interested in playing with them back in January, especially after I saw the
freshly fucked, lustful look on Sabrina’s face when she stepped out of the playroom.
I anticipate lots of future fun with these two hotties both in and out of the
Swinging environment. And a super
big thank you to Ron and Nora for introducing us! </div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Nick and I were standing upstairs watching the club fill
with sexy people. As usual, Ron
and Nora saw lots of friends they knew from previous playful nights. Early on it seemed that the stars had
aligned for a great sex filled evening.
Everyone was radiating salacious intent and couples were giving off
sensual waves of desire combined with a tangible frenetic energy. Nora was visibly excited to see Maarten
who was a former local fuck buddy visiting from another state. Ron and Nora both shared with me more
than once during the evening that Maarten was lots of fun and worth a good
fuck. Meanwhile we were peering
through a glass wall into the room referred to as the ‘fishbowl’ watching a
sexy petite brunette woman with sizeable breasts enthusiastically accommodate a
variety of men. Her positions were
flowing and shifting but she always maintained a hard cock in her wet pussy and
another cock in her mouth – this cock changed often as the players shifted in
and out of the scene. I wondered
how many cocks she sucked during this play episode or if she even knew that the
cocks were coming and going. There
were others waiting in the wings and she often had another cock in her
hand. It was enjoyable to watch
them fucking and rotating positions around her until her partner dismissed the
other men and fucked her one final time for himself.</div>
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The erotic sights and sounds combined with my close
proximity to Ron were affecting me in the usual way...I felt my respiration
increasing, my hands twitched with desire to reach out and touch him and my
pussy began to ache with hunger as it grew moist. I wanted to fuck! And soon!! My hands started to wander and
touch sharing the desire and urgency that I was feeling. Ron and I started to kiss. The next thing I know, I turned around to
reconnect with Nick and discovered him full on kissing Nora. I was shocked! I did not expect for Nick to jump in
feet first and go for it. Nora
responded to Nick eagerly. And before I knew it, Nick, Nora and Madeline headed
into the freshly vacated ‘fishbowl’ to play! Wow, Nick took the lead and was clearly motivated. I leaned on the doorframe of the room
and watched as my husband began eating Nora’s pussy while Ron went for some
towels. When Ron returned, I removed my black knee-high boots, unzipped my
vegan leather dress, and slipped out of my attire. I had opted to go commando (which I had not done for about 20
years) that evening and was completely nude with the exception of my fingerless,
fishnet gloves on both hands and forearms. Ron and I hastily joined in the fun and there were five of
us on the bed – segregated so that Ron and I were on one side and Nick was
fucking with the Nora and Madeline on the other side. The curtains were intentionally left open so that anyone who
wished could voyeuristically enjoy our fucking. Likewise, the door to the playroom
was left wide open – an explicit invitation for others to join the fun…after
all, it was Gang Bang Night! A
month or so earlier, Nick had explicitly asked me not to engage in a Gang Bang
without him being present. And here
he was, so ANYTHING could happen now!</div>
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Ron took my G-Spot from zero to phenomenal climax with
lightening speed - a talent uniquely his.
While my carnal hunger was being enthusiastically fed, unbeknownst to
me, anonymous men gathered around the bed in the room watching and
masturbating. Ron paused to tell me that these men were waiting and wanting to
know if they could touch me.
When I opened my eyes and looked up I was stunned to see several men
stroking their hard cocks watching, waiting lustfully. Was it ok if they
touched me? “Yes, they can touch me,” I said breathlessly. I was sexually charged not only by
Ron’s magic fingers and glorious cock, but also by the exhibitionist nature of
our play. I was wide open for all
to see (the window was full of faces peering in – mostly men but also women -
and the room was crowded with men) and now for all to touch. Before I knew it several men had their
hands on my body. Their physical
and sexual presence escalated so quickly that I cannot recount it all in
detail. I was tremendously
overwhelmed by touch, smell, sound and the sheer magnitude of sensation that I
was exclusively focused on my own sensations. I do not know what Nick was doing
on the other side of the bed with Nora and Madeline while I was succumbing to
carnal euphoria. But, I do recall
Nick unwaveringly informing would be playmates that only those in the nude
could join us in our fuck fest. Very shortly after giving permission to touch I
gave permission for these strange men to fuck me. I was on my back with cocks in both hands – though not in my
mouth as I deferred from sucking on unknown cocks – my legs in the air and a
cock in my cunt. As the dynamics changed from Ron fucking me to the multitudes
I leaned up and asked Ron to stay with me and ensure that all the men who
fucked me wore condoms. I trusted
that Ron would not leave me and would ensure my safety. There were mysterious hands on my
breasts and other parts of my body.
I was literally surrounded by nameless men and cocks and exploring
hands. My wide open pussy was
pumped hard by many different cocks, with the men switching in and out at will
and thrusting forcefully into my welcoming cunt. The post-Gang Bang consensus was that six different men fucked
me but I do not know for sure. I
could not keep track of the overpowering sensations and the assortment of
cocks, sizes, thrusting techniques and rhythms. At some point – just before cock number six - Nick joined me
at my head and watched as the last man fucked me. I felt thoroughly overpowered by the incredible overload of
physical sensation and declared a stop to all activity and remarkably quickly,
the room cleared. I think this was
when Nick went down on me to taste my thoroughly fucked pussy. </div>
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While I was utterly self-absorbed in my own Gang Bang
extravaganza, Nick was fucking, licking, nibbling, sucking or being sucked by
Nora and/or Madeline. But honestly
I do not know what exactly was taking place on the other side of the bed and am
eager to read about it on <a href="http://compersivetimes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Nick’s blog</a>. I know that there were other men
involved with Nora and Madeline. But
selfishly, I was only able to focus on my own wild sexy ride.</div>
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Snippets of events during the Gang Bang stand out in my
memory. I remember that men were
trying to find their respective cock’s way into my mouth but that I declined
repeatedly. Some men were more
insistent than others, rubbing their cocks on my face and lingering near my lips
just in case an opportunity to get sucked arose. My hands stroking their cocks were simply not satisfactory
for them. While I thought it could
have been fun to suck their cocks, I declined for several reasons. First, I did not want to feel out of
control and have someone thrust his cock down my throat; secondly, I also have
no desire whatsoever to have anyone ejaculate on my face or in my mouth…and
that includes drippy precum (despite the lauded health benefits of ejaculatory
fluids for one’s complexion and as an antidepressant); and finally, I was
wholly uncomfortable with the idea of sucking anonymous cocks! After all, I do not know where they
have been or how clean they were….I’ve been reading too much about HPV of the
throat or oral gonorrhea. That
does no doubt raise the question of how I could let the same cocks into my
pussy without reservation….ah, the double standards we live by. But, in my defense, the cocks entering
my body were condom clad. Plus, for me, giving oral sex is a more intimate
sexual activity than fucking.</div>
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At one point I suddenly felt someone thrusting a finger rhythmically
in and out of my ass. His action was unwelcome and he had not asked permission
– a violation of basic Club rules.
Now, anal play is something that I have engaged in and very much enjoyed
in the past with a very select few trusted partners. However, it is not something that I welcome in the Club
environment with strangers whether it be a little finger up the ass or a cock,
and certainly never without permission. One of my wildest fantasies involves
multiple men in multiple orifices in a male dominated Gang Bang scenario. But
that is a fantasy that is not yet ripe…and may never be. I reached down and placed my hand on his
and shook my head slightly. He got
the message and removed his finger from my anus immediately. </div>
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One additional powerful memory was olfactory. Two men were
sharing more body odor that I wished to partake of. In both instances the men were by my head and as they
reached across me I got a whiff of a malodorous scent wafting from under their
arms. I wish I could call it
masculine and musky but frankly, it was a bit repulsive and just smelled like
they needed a good shower and a stronger deodorant. And this links back to my previous comment on cleanliness
and blowjobs. Soooo, for the next
Gang Bang I will have to take a stronger proactive stance on distinctive unsexy
body odor.</div>
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The Gang Bang was phenomenally exciting, an absolute blast, an
erotic fantasy come true, but extraordinarily intense. I needed a serious break to retreat and
regroup. After slipping on my dress
and boots I left the room to try to find a bit of space – mental if not
physical, as the Club was rockin’ with loud music and full of people. I was standing next to the water
cooler when an attractive younger man appeared next to me and said, “You were
incredible in there.” I was
taken by surprise because I was seeking solitude and anonymity - in my head at
least – but obviously I was delusional to think I could find mental seclusion
in a crowed Club having just fucked a variety of men that were surely standing
in the vicinity – never mind the people who had watched me fuck these men! Unfortunately, I was utterly unable to
engage with him at all as I was too deep in my own mind at that moment and was
feeling more vulnerable than I had expected. I was able to thank him for his comment and moved away without
delay. I went directly to Nick, my
home base…though I watched the other guy over Nick’s shoulder. I think it was David whom I met on my
last visit to the Club…but can’t be sure.
I was too overwhelmed to be able to focus my energy anywhere but on my
own equilibrium. I was probably
rude, but my reaction was without mal intent.</div>
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Nick and I stood by the fishbowl window as Ron, Nora and
Madeline wrapped up their sexploits in the playroom. Ron suggested we head downstairs for a group shower, which
sounded like a spectacular idea following such a frenzied copulatory
experience. In the large multi-head
shower we were all soaping up, rinsing off, and sliding our hands up and down
each other’s exposed flesh.
Everything and everyone was warm and slippery and enjoyable. This was my debut shower with a
collection of naked bodies – two men and three women. As we washed away the physical and emotional (for me) residue
of our earlier sexual encounters, my husband commanded me to bend over…which
was not his usual communicative style.
I complied and he fucked my pussy from behind as the warm water cascaded
down on my bare back while the other three watched – I was holding onto Ron to
keep my balance (which often eludes me after intense sex) – I may have sucked
on Ron’s cock at this point as well.
I have a memory of being fucked while sucking on a cock, but cannot
place it in the night and know the options were few since Ron and Nick were the
only cocks that I would orally entertain on this particular night. After substantial pleasurable
thrusting, Nick pulled out and Madeline said, “That was beautiful.”</div>
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After dressing we sought nourishment – well most folks did,
I can never eat on these sex intensive nights! We all sat together in a booth
in the traditional MFM, or FMF fashion. I was sandwiched between Ron and Maarten,
who I was reasonably confident, was one of the men I fucked during the Gang Bang. Both Ron and Maarten were
stroking my thighs. Ron’s hand
drifting ever closer to my pussy while Maarten’s hand was resting high on my
thigh just under the edge of my skirt.
I did not encourage Maarten but had Ron whispering in my ear again just
how much fun Maarten can be to fuck.
My hand was alternately on Ron’s thigh or cock. Meanwhile Nick was between Nora and
Madeline. At various times I could
see the ladies touching Nick and his hands between their legs. Everyone was
having fun teasing and tantalizing one another and before I knew it the six of
us were headed to the more remote of the downstairs back playrooms for another
round of amazing sex!</div>
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The atmosphere of the secluded, aurally muted play space and
our aroused moods made for some excellent slow erotic play. The fucking was still fucking, but the
flow in and out of erotic moments and rotation of partners was soothing and
relaxing. I felt like I was in a cosmic
time warp, everything felt to me as if moments had slowed down and were being
stretched. We had all had some
great sex earlier during the Gang Bang and it had served to make me
exceptionally receptive to more erotic touch. I existed on the edge of ecstasy for what seemed like
hours. Fucking, sucking, fingering
just made me climax over and over again.
Just as I would start to settle and feel like slipping off into dreamland,
either Ron or Maarten would begin touching me again and I would begin to climax
anew. At one point I had to leave
to use the ladies – which only requires one to wear shoes….but I put on my
dress as well…I am still not up to strutting through the Club in the nude! When I returned to the play space I was
not eager to jump back onto the bed.
I stretched and watched the continued tender, almost intimate, languid
erotic play of the three men and two women. Ron joined me in my position at the foot of the bed and
began ardently kissing me, and the next thing I knew his fingers were on my
G-Spot and I was squirting while standing. Once again he took me from zero to climax in mere moments. More fucking on the bed, more G-Spot
climaxes and more squirting followed, all of which at some point or another,
were induced by each of the three men, Nick included. I left a huge wet spot on
the bed, which always surprises me since I do not yet have any control over
squirting. I do not know when I
will squirt. It always sneaks up on me. </div>
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I felt thoroughly and gratifyingly fucked by the end of the
night having been well and truly fucked and fingered by Ron and Maarten in
addition to the earlier Gang Bang extravaganza. Maarten was a unexpectedly good
fuck – which I would never have guessed based on appearances or hardware,
though I had been told repeatedly by Ron and Nora - and he was able to make me
climax repeatedly while fucking me hard.
He enticed my cunt to squeeze and grab his cock enthusiastically begging
for more pleasure…and this was at the end of a long successful night of
fucking! My pussy just seemed insatiable! Ron and Maarten were alternately able
to just keep ramping me up and making me come all over again. I was at their
mercy and my orgasmic desire was exponential. </div>
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Later back at the hotel, Nick referred to me as the ‘Energizer
Bunny’. He said it was amazing because I could just keep going and going with
no end in sight. This sexual
orgasmic potential is an amazing part of being a woman! I just wish Nick and I had taken the
non-monogamous path from the beginning. </div>
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Nick and I were looking forward to Glow Night. Nick had been away and our newfound non-monogamy
had proved to be particularly challenging the past month or so. Nick was feeling very ‘left out’ of
everything and was not secure at all.
Glow Night was a chance for us to go out and play together and an
opportunity for Nick to get a first hand look at what I actually do at the
Clubs rather than rely on his exceptionally exuberant imagination, despite the
fact that this was Nick’s third visit to this particular Club with me. Each time got easier for us as a couple
to engage in the Lifestyle. But after I went to the Club alone in January he pretty
much flipped out and we have been walking on eggshells ever since…despite my
recent fully endorsed sexy weekend adventures. Glow Night was eagerly anticipated by both of us. </div>
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We arrived to a bustling Club. Everyone was busy getting into his or her sexy and decidedly
skimpy Glow Night apparel for what would be an absolutely invigorating sexy
evening. Dressed in my very holey,
barely there, neon pink black-light reflective outfit, we made our way
downstairs for bawdy black-light reflective body painting. It was entertaining and oddly exhilarating
to have a woman paint our bodies with interesting words, symbols and arrows -
all sexually implicit or even explicit and often overtly directive. Everyone was excited, showing off their
naughty body painting and women were strutting their sleazy see-through fishnet
dresses.</div>
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Surprisingly, Kelly had invited us to share her party
table. I say surprisingly, because
the last time Nick and I were out together, Kelly was decidedly chilly toward
my husband and I (especially after we took Ron to the play room early in the
night) and I assumed that she did not wish to be social with us. And, I was probably right as it turned
out! Roger was present and the
last time I saw Kelly and Roger together she was intensely focused on Roger to
the exclusion of everyone else so I incorrectly assumed that this night would
again be Roger-centric. Nick and I enjoyed meeting new people and
chatting. Nick got to chat with
young, petite beautiful blond Lisa who was interestingly seated next to Roger
(this should have been a clue for me…Roger was not next to Kelly). I chatted with smiling, warm, enthusiastically
gregarious Madeline who was a friend of Ron and Nora. There was another couple at the table, Steve and Jane, who
seemed to be friends with Kelly. We all chatted with our table neighbors,
danced and had a grand old time.
It was about the most fun I have had while at a dinner at the club, a
perfectly delightful social time for both Nick and myself. </div>
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Interestingly, however, everything seemed calculated to keep
Ron and I away from each other.
And despite being invited to share the table, Kelly had virtually
ignored my husband – to the point of being noticed by other tablemates – and
only minimally acknowledged me. I
found all this to be most peculiar.
I knew from meeting with her outside the Club, that she did not think
that Ron and I should be together at all while Nick was around...however, Nick
and I had a very different opinion on the matter. I tried to be aware of Kelly’s sensitivities and avoided
Roger, of whom she was aggressively protective of the last time I saw them out
together, and Lisa whom she dotes on; and I even kept my distance from Ron a
bit in case she wanted him. I was
really trying to keep the peace. </div>
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The music was superb and perfect for sexy body-writhing
exuberant dancing. The dance floor was rockin’ with an array of unbelievably
sexy, sensuous men and women – all ages, body types and builds were strutting
their stuff. The black light, the provocative
attire and the generally flirtatious mood of the participants gave a wild and
sex-laden air of expectation to the evening. The club owner had the delight of body painting a stunning
young nude woman while we all cheered him on. She was delectably inviting and any one of us would
love to have been in his shoes…even those of us that are still self-identifying
as bi-curious. There was a magnificent,
freshly designed and constructed cage in the middle of the dance floor. It was
substantially larger that the cage at the other Swingers Club we sometimes visit.
This cage allowed for groups of
people to be inside as well as plenty of space for steamy, titillating dancing
on the external cage bars with ample opportunities for on-lookers to touch and
taste. I watched as women dangled
on the external bars while their partners and/or other consensual partiers ate
their pussies. At one point Nick
was up in the cage dancing like a wild man in nothing more than his glowing white
sexy undies with a lace up front enclosure that we picked up at the naughty lingerie
store earlier in the week. I
danced and danced and danced. Somewhere during all this my shiny, silver star pasties were ripped off my
nipples (by Ron and Madeline, I think) and my pink lacey panties were removed. I
remember having a very sexy dance with an attractive petite busty woman who had
been watching me. It was
exhilarating on the dance floor with our hands roaming freely over each other’s
bodies. My unrelentingly holey skintight dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination with my hard nipples
popping through the holes and no panties underneath. Adding wandering hands all over my body while wearing a
virtual non-dress made for a steamy, lustful, sexually hungry Ellen.</div>
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We all danced and chatted and had a fantastic time until
sometime after 10pm. At that
point, none of the ladies (at <i>least</i>
4) that I knew wanted to fuck Ron had made a move….and it was pretty late for
Ron not to be fucking away already!
And I knew that Nick wanted to watch Ron fuck me again. So, I went to
chat with Nora. I shared my
observations with her – 1) the evening appeared calculated to keep Ron and I
away from each other, and 2) that despite the perception of hospitality my
husband was being blatantly ignored.
Nora confirmed my observations and said that, in fact, Ron had been explicitly
instructed to stay completely away from me. This was just not okay. Nick and I are mature adults and free to make our own decisions
about whether, when, how and with whom we play. Likewise, Ron and Nora - as
mature adults - can make their own choices about whether they wish to engage
with us or not. As difficult as
this journey into non-monogamy has been at times, Nick and I do know our own
needs and limits better than anyone else. So I asked Nick how he wanted to proceed with Ron. He
enthusiastically and immediately asked Ron if he wanted to go up and fuck me
while Nick watched. Not surprisingly, Ron said yes!</div>
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What I apparently did not know was that Kelly had been
sucking Ron’s cock on the dance floor earlier in the evening and at one point
gave him a blowjob at the dinner table.
Presumably these are signs that I might have picked up on and assumed
she wanted to fuck him. But
honestly with Roger at the table it was all very confusing! And beside, the
last time I saw her she was dancing on the perimeter of the cage with Roger
between her thighs! Our taking Ron up to the play area to fuck really pissed
off Kelly. I had managed to do it
again. But to be honest, this time
I was a bit pissed off myself.</div>
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The night at the Club was long and the opportunities for
great sex abounded. I just opted
to take my turn at the front of a long line of women that Ron would enjoy
during the night. We all
headed to my favorite froggie chair.
The play area was unusually vacant – the dance party was superb and a
lot of people had not yet filtered up to the play area. However, there was a couple already
engaged on the bed next to the froggie chair. I think they must have been hoping for a bit of solitude
(really not a prominent feature on offer in the play space of an adult social
club!) because they rapidly took their leave after I climbed up onto the chair
for a much anticipated fuck by Ron.
My expectation of what was to come had been building all week since my
last fuck with Ron and that intoxicating anticipatory buildup led to a
magnificent libidinous explosion of pleasure. My pussy eagerly accepted Ron’s
cock and enjoyed the thunderous orgasms that our combined chemistry regularly
generates. The G-Spot climaxes his
fingers created were all-encompassing and radiated through out my body. It was an utterly blissfully full body
orgasmic fuck. Nick was watching
the entire time. </div>
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None of the four of us had realized the extent to which
taking the initiative on our lustful sexual impulses would evoke anger in
Kelly. She appeared livid and made
her vehemence known. I was truly
sorry to have upset her so thoroughly, but this time I was also resentful. We are all entitled to make our own
choices in life. And the night had
only just begun - there was plenty of time for her (or anyone) to fuck Ron. </div>
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After some refreshments, Nick and I headed back into the
play area to seek our next sexual adventure as a couple. As we passed the mirror room we
noticed Steve and Jane playing with Denise on one side of the bed and Mark and
his wife, Beth, fucking on the other side. Previously on the dance floor, Steve had made his
concupiscent intentions explicitly known by his intense, repeated incursion
upon my personal space, his wandering hands and gyrating pelvis…if he had not
been fully clothed he would have been fucking me on the dance floor – it had
been that evident. His partner had
merely observed from her seat at the table, she did not join him on the dance
floor - I could not read her thoughts but she did not look comfortable in the
heated sexual environment that this Club can exude. Steve saw Nick and I at the entrance to the mirror room and
enthusiastically waved me over. I
knew that Nick was hot for Beth and that he would enjoy playing adjacent to
each other – Nick with Beth and me with Steve and Jane. So we keenly joined the copulatory
party. </div>
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Nick asked Beth if he could taste her pussy; and with
consent he greedily dove in. Steve was kissing and touching me avariciously and
hastily moved down to eat my pussy, assuming implicit permission. As I laid back and allowed my pussy to
revel in the sensations of a new man hungrily partaking of my juicy cunt, I
heard Mark tell Beth that she should ‘return the favor’ and suck my husband’s
cock. The next thing I knew, Mark
presented his erect cock for me to suck on. I was lying back on the bed with
Steve ravenously taking pleasure in my pussy with my head hanging back off the
edge of the bed with Mark’s rather substantial cock thrusting into my mouth. It was one of the few times since
joining the Swingers Lifestyle that I felt on the edge of not being in control
of a sexual situation. I was only
on the periphery of comfort with Mark’s throbbing big cock thrusting in and out
of my mouth. I have never
succeeded in trying to deep throat and cannot imagine how women do it. I felt vulnerable without having the
upper hand on Mark’s cock – so to speak.
During all this time with two well endowed black men, one
sucking/licking and nibbling on my cunt and the other’s cock pumping forcefully
in and out of my mouth, I noticed that Jane was looking less than
enthused. Denise was playing with
Jane, but Jane seemed much less excited than she had when Steve was fucking her
before I joined the group. With this
realization (and a jaw that was feeling overly stretched by a big black cock),
I excused myself and went to the ladies.
When I returned Steve called me over for more, but, simultaneously, Mark
asked me to climb on top of his cock and ride him. Nick was still with Beth and Mark was Beth’s partner so I
weighed the options – Steve whose girlfriend was looking a little less than
thrilled or Mark who was eagerly asking me to climb on top and who I knew to be
a great fuck from the<a href="http://blissfullyopen.blogspot.com/2012/12/december-1st-finally-fucked-silly.html" target="_blank"> Christmas Party on December 1st</a>. You
can guess whom I fucked next! </div>
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While Nick and Beth fucked, Mark and I fucked near them on
the bed. It was the first time
Nick and I experienced a full swap.
Mark swung me around and fucked me doggie style but tonight the rhythm
was just not quite right to get me bucking and clamoring for more as Mark did
the last time he fucked me. I
pulled away from Mark and he instructed Beth to go down on me. Beth was eating my pussy while Mark
fucked her from behind and Nick had his cock in my mouth. While this should have been a crazy hot
scene for me, tonight oddly, it was not.
As a result, after a few minutes of this MFFM fucking chain, all focus shifted
back onto Beth. I watched while my
husband fucked Beth’s tight pussy from behind and Mark filled her mouth with
his big black cock. Back and forth
like a seesaw I witnessed two cocks pumping in and out of her cunt and mouth
rhythmically. My husband seemed to really enjoy fucking Beth’s taut little cunt
and said so several times. It was
a unique experience watching Nick fuck another woman in such a raw and exposed
manner. It was a huge success for Nick and I was happy for him and us. It was Nick’s first wildly successful
blowjob and fuck in the Lifestyle. </div>
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Unexpectedly, Ron and Nora ran into Rebecca and her husband
whom they had not seen in quite a long while. They were yet another couple that Ron and Nora introduced
into the Lifestyle. Ron was
Rebecca’s first extra-marital fuck.
It was intriguing to talk with Rebecca and her husband. Like me, it was her initiative to open
their marriage and be non-monogamous.
I do not meet many women who led the way within their partnership into
this sexually audacious and liberated world. Usually it is at the man’s initiative. A short while later Nick and I wandered
around upstairs in the play area to discover Ron fucking Rebecca in a froggie
chair while her husband watched from her side. We watched while Ron fucked her pussy and she climaxed and
then we watched some more as her husband came in after Ron and rammed his cock
inside her welcoming cunt, as well.
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As Nick and I walked through the play area before turning in
for the night, we heard Ron fucking Madeline and her delightful contented
moans. Ron was making his way
through the line of ladies wanting to be serviced by his glorious cock, of
which there were many on this night.
I smiled and was happy that I jumped the line to be the first fuck of
the evening, even though that had really not been the major consideration at
the time. Truthfully, I had just
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A bit later I saw Kelly and Ron on the stairs in a palpably
intense verbal/emotional exchange and shortly thereafter they headed to the hot
tub while Nick and I headed to bed. I was glad that Ron and Kelly were connecting to smooth
things over between them after the upset I had caused earlier in the
night. Meanwhile, Nick and I
settled in for the night’s slumber in the play area. But, alas, sleep was not in the making. We dozed for a bit until we were firmly
aroused by a raucously passionate sexual encounter on the froggie chair just
around the corner. Ron was pounding
Kelly unremittingly and her exuberant, fervent, throaty moans and explicit exclamations
reverberated throughout the play area for a considerable amount of time. </div>
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As we continued to listen to Ron and Kelly fucking
unrelentingly, a couple stealthily crept into the play area and settled onto a
bed near Nick and I. They affectionately
prepared their play space laying a towel on the bed and began a provocative
sexual exchange that was enthralling to witness. Their lovemaking was intoxicatingly
beautiful and euphorically compelling….it was impossible to look away. They were spinning an erotic energy
that emanated from their beguiling coitus. Her pleasure was evident in her rapturous gentle moans and
whimpers, which were subtly laced with cries of ecstasy. It was one of the most intense sexual
exchanges that I have ever had the honor to behold. Needless to say, sleep was
utterly unattainable between the wildly different auditory stimuli emanating
from the two couples entangled in coitus.</div>
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The next morning Nick and I showered and headed to
breakfast. We had a delightful
chat with Mark about nothing in particular until he shared with us that he was
honored to have been a part of our first full swap. Interesting that he would say or even know that bit of
information….until I realized that I had passed Mark and Beth in the hot tub
with Kelly earlier this morning when we left the play area. And the knowledge transfer suddenly
became transparent.</div>
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After a quick breakfast on the sofas with Ron, Nancy, Mark
and Beth the latter couple retreated to the play area for another round of marital
intimacy. Shortly thereafter, Nick
looked at me and said that I should go for it. What??? I
apparently was writhing in my seat with the obvious desire to fuck Ron one last
time before heading home. And it
was evidently clear as day to everyone but me! So with Nora’s blessing, Ron, Nick and I headed back up to
the play area for one last fuck on the downstairs dungeon-esque froggie chair
with faux leather covering, tucked in a corner nearest a fireplace and large
screen continuous porn stream. When
we passed Mark and Beth fucking on the queen sized bed opposite the fireplace,
they extended an invitation to join them in their revelry. But we deferred to the adjacent froggie
chair. Nick watched as I sucked
Ron’s cock while he fingered my G-Spot repeatedly to squirting climaxes. Nick watched as Ron thrust his cock into
my hungry cunt while the light from the small medieval window in a nearby door
cast rays of morning light across my breasts. I was unaware of the light but for the conversation it
evoked between Nick and Ron about my breasts and the sensual patterns cast by
the lights’ provocative rays shining through the window. Nick watched my
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When leaving the Club, I had a really warm and wholehearted
hug goodbye from Nora, whom I have grown to like a great deal. And vivacious Madeline gave me an enormous,
affectionate hug goodbye….one that left me wondering where her sexual interests
and preferences might rest. </div>
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As a result of spending Glow Night together as a couple,
Nick and I both felt a more established level of comfort with the Swinging
Lifestyle and Nick’s discomfort with the mystery of my autonomous sexual
escapades seemed to ease somewhat.
The night was also the first time that I had the occasion to visually
and aurally experience my husband fuck another woman. I had been a bit anxious about what my response would be, though
I did not think it would upset me. Others had told me that they found it very
difficult to watch their husband’s take pleasure in the physical pleasures that
other women offer. My response was
incredibly neutral. I did not feel
jealousy and I did not feel exuberant elation. I was enormously pleased for Nick at his success and quasi-initiation.
I do think that Nick might have been a bit disappointed that I did not react
more strongly in either a jealous or compersive way, but then again, it is hard
to complain when one’s wife is happy for you when you fuck another woman.</div>
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After sharing a robust and decadent breakfast and carpooling
between two states and two Clubs, we arrived to commence the second evening of a
great sex weekend adventure and enjoy a Mardi Gras celebration. Ron and Nora hosted Celeste as a guest
at the Club. As a gracious host, Ron
was extremely attentive to Celeste and her needs and escorted her through the
orientation process. Oddly, Celeste appeared anxious, uneasy and a bit out of
her element even with Ron’s assurances. This Club has a substantially different
atmosphere from the Club from the night before. Both Clubs are great fun but have distinctly different
characteristics and clientele, which meet some people’s comfort levels more
than others. Meanwhile, Nora and I
enjoyed meeting new people at our dinner table. Tina was newish to the Club but
appeared well established in the Lifestyle and was apprehensive waiting for the
orientation to finish since she was hosting an out of town couple also in
orientation. I did not think much
about it at the time, but Tina and her guests would play prominently in my
sexploits later in the evening. I
also met Natalia and Sam. Natalia was watching me closely from the other side
of the table and whispering to her partner, Sam. I was not sure quite what to
think and was wondering if they were interested in my unicorn status and were
considering inviting me for a threesome.
But alas, that was not her motivation much to the expressed regret of
Sam. It turned out that she was a
professional artist and wished to paint my portrait. I was stunned!
She liked my Mardi Gras ensemble and wanted to commit my look to
canvas. I was wearing more than
most people wear at sex clubs and was pretty surprised that she found my outfit
to be compelling – a long sleeve swirly patterned Mardi Gras colored dress and
matching Mardi Gras peacock-feathered mask with my standard ‘fuck me’ black
boots. Ron and Nora had previously noted that I was wearing far too much! But, I liked my swirly Mardi Gras
patterns and colors. And besides,
if one spends the majority of the evening nude and fucking, wearing clothing as
the evening begins may lend itself to a little imagination early in the night.</div>
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Dinner, a yummy Cajun feast, concluded with the requisite
Mardi Gras bead throwing celebration with the ladies up on the balconies
showing their tits and the men down below cheering and throwing up beads. Dorothy, who I had met on previous
evenings at this club, grabbed my hand and asked me to help her be brave and
show our tits together. So off we
went to join a balcony full of topless women catching shiny Mardi Gras beads. It was fun but definitely lacked the illicit
thrill of a New Orleans Mardi Gras celebration. </div>
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As the music transitioned to the after dinner dancing, I
shimmied up to Ron and told him that I could see he had a busy evening planned
with the ladies and that I was hoping to get a bit of quality time with him at
some point. He responded that now
was a good time and that earlier in the night was always better! So we went
straight to the play area and sat on the bed nearest one of my very favorite
fucking locations – the froggie chair in the psychedelic black-lit play space. A couple was already on the bed. The man was reclining back and
receiving an enthusiastic blowjob from his partner, he reached over and began
to stroke my back. An offer was clearly on the table, but I wanted what Ron had
to offer now! So I hopped up in
the froggie chair and we fucked like there was no tomorrow. He made me climax repeatedly with
his cock whose girth and forceful rhythmic thrusting is precisely what it takes
to get my cunt to grab, clench, squeeze and convulse with joy – my pussy would
scream with ecstasy if it had a voice!
But, instead, I moaned with the sheer pleasure of the moment in tones
and volumes, which are unmistakably the sounds of sexual rapture. Both Ron and
I reached a pinnacle of erotic bliss vocalizing our mutual pleasure just as
Nora rounded the corner. She said
finding us was no problem as it was easy to follow the copulatory exclamations. Ron informed her that he had just had a
fantastic great orgasm, which had matched my final climax perfectly. Now, I have virtually always climaxed
when fucking Ron, any which way. But,
I have rarely had the impression that he ever allowed himself to reach orgasm. Men ejaculating seems counter to the point
of the sexy nights at these clubs.
Most men refrain at all costs to keep on going as long and often as
possible with whatever variety of partners may present themselves through out
the night. Me, I am crazy orgiastic these days and climax as often as possible
all night long! I was, however,
surprised that Ron had climaxed at all, never mind at this early point in the
evening – but he has amazing rebound potential!</div>
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Some time later I was prowling through the play area and
found Ron pounding Celeste hard on the other upstairs froggie chair. I came upon the scene right at the tail
end of Celeste and was in time to see Ron switch to fucking another woman whose
partner had rubbed his hand up and down my back earlier in the evening. He was sitting on a bench watching Ron
fuck the daylights out of his woman – presumably his wife…but one must never
assume in this environment, there are all manner of partner arrangements at the
Club. I sat next to him on the bench and watched as Ron fucked his wife while
he started to slide his hand between my legs. No sooner than I had sat down next to him, Celeste came over
and told us what a great fuck Ron was and then immediately dropped to her knees
and started sucking this man’s dick with all the rapidity and enthusiasm of a
porn star actress. She was bobbing
up and down so briskly I thought her head might pop off. She had not said a word to the gentlemen
(or his partner) to even determine if her actions were welcome. Celeste just dove right in! Now, to be fair very few men will
decline any kind of sexual advance by a woman, particularly in this environment. But something about it really annoyed
me and I withdrew his hand from between my thighs and excused myself. </div>
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At this point in the evening I was utterly perplexed. It was the first time that I had
encountered someone at the Club who annoyed me (seemingly effortlessly and repeatedly)
at the level that Celeste had managed to do in such a short time. I removed myself from the play and dance
areas to find some solitude to mull over my reactions. I felt an essential need to ascertain
the source of my viscerally negative response to Celeste. Bad vibes are detrimental to good
sex. This had to be solved and
quick!! I even had to contemplate
whether my reaction was in some way related to Ron being with her. Could I possibly be experiencing a
feeling of jealousy?? If so, this reaction could be nothing if not wildly
inappropriate but I did need to consider all the options to determine if they
had anything to do with my strong negative feelings for this woman. While
resting thoughtfully and alone in the sleeping room, Ron, Nora and Celeste
entered. They asked what I was
doing all alone in there and I said, “I am annoyed as shit at someone and I am
trying to figure out why.” Celeste said, “It isn’t anyone in this room is it?”
I chucked lightly. Nora knew.</div>
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A little later Ron invited me to go back into the play area
for another round of what would no doubt be phenomenal sex. As Ron and I entered the play area
Celeste appeared from nowhere and made it clear that she was joining us. Now, as I had experienced the night
before, Celeste was a total sexual downer for me. I was instantaneously annoyed – AGAIN! I excused myself briefly and chatted
with Nora to find out if she thought I was over reacting or just plain
crazy. She confirmed that she also
found Celeste to be more than a little annoying. I realized that I had left Ron and Celeste hanging and hoped
they had gone ahead into the play area on their own. But, as it happened, they
were still waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I apologized and informed Ron that I
did not wish to join him and declined the invitation to go fuck. I also wished him a good time with
Celeste and said that I would catch up with him later in the night. Ron gave me a very peculiar look that I
could not interpret or define, but, definitively unique as I had not seen it
before nor after that moment.</div>
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Being midnight, I joined the midnight snackers and
chatted. Nora, and the couple
whose woman was getting fucked by Ron earlier joined at the table. It was a fun light conversation that helped
me regain my equilibrium and settle my uneasiness at the Celeste factor. Eventually Ron and Celeste joined us
and we all chatted for a while. Eventually
Celeste wandered off and I took the opportunity to reach across the table and
take Ron’s hand and ask him if he was interested in going back up to play. He said yes. Nora and party were taking close note of all the happenings.
I headed to the ladies room and told Ron I would meet him near the sleeping
room. As I round the corner to go
upstairs I saw Celeste following Ron….again in classic cock-blocking
style! Argh! I turned and looked incredulously at
Nora and she was in fits of laughter having observed the entire scene. What the fuck?! I was so frustrated at
this point. I went upstairs and
spoke with Ron. I told him that I
would love to fuck him but that I only wanted to do so if it was going to be
really good sex. And that frankly,
I found Celeste to be annoying and that if she was around I did not wish to
engage in sex with him. Because me
being annoyed would simply lead to bad sex and bad sex just was not worth the
effort. I am not clear on what
happened at this point, but Celeste vanished.</div>
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Just as Ron and I were about to head into the play section
of the Club, Dillon came up and asked me if Dorothy had found me yet. I said, “No, why?” He said she wanted to ask me a question. Just then she came out from the play
area. She asked me if I wanted to
join her and Dillon. Dillon is an extremely well built man and Dorothy is an
attractive woman. I had seen them
both on numerous occasions and have even played on a bed adjacent to them on
more than one occasion. The last
time I had been curious about their level of interest when I periodically brushed
up against her leg slightly while fucking next to them but was unsure how to
interpret her reaction. Earlier in
the evening while Dorothy and I were showing our tits for beads, I had asked her
if they ever play with other people since I had only seen them playing alone.
She responded with an enthusiastic yes, but I left it at that. It appears that as a couple they had
decided that my unicorn standing might lend itself to an enjoyable threesome. </div>
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I already had plans to fuck Ron and took a rain check on
Dillon and Dorothy. Ron commented
on it being a very attractive offer…and indeed it was - Dillon with his
bodybuilder’s physique and Deanna being sexy and blond. I suppose I could have asked Dillon and
Dorothy to join us, but as it turned out I made an excellent choice given what
came next! Unfortunately, I was
unable to catch up with Dillon and Dorothy and look forward to taking them up
on their offer the next time we are all at the club together.</div>
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And what came next?!
Well, it actually did not involve fucking Ron at all. Ron and I were walking through the play
area when we heard deliciously sexy sounds coming from the mirror room. When we arrived at the entrance to the
room we saw an equally scrumptious sight of sexy bodies entwined in what
appeared to be (and sounded like) mind-blowing sex. Ron and I entered the
room. I was utterly unsure of
myself in the mêlée but intrigued by the five writhing people on the bed. Tina was unbelievably vocal in her
pleasure with another woman between her thighs making her cry out and squirm in
ecstasy as a man caressed her. And
next to them was another couple – Tina’s guests who were a mature blazingly sexy
pair. She was moaning the most
erotically charged sounds I have yet heard from a woman as her partner brought
her to repeated climaxes with his fingers and hands. I was enthralled. Ron was so turned on that I think his
pupils were dilating! He asked me
if I wanted to join them but I hemmed and hawed a bit as I struggle to
understand my own desire and be decisive about what action I wanted to
take. Ron struggled to understand
what I wanted as I was about as clear as the Mississippi River on a rainy day. Finally after being unbelievably
indecisive I articulated my gripping desire to join the duo on the bed. Ron
immediately initiated a full swap by climbing on the bed and asking the other
man if he could touch his woman, permission was readily granted and they were
fucking like bunnies almost instantly.
Her partner took me in with his eyes, slowly moved toward me and asked
if he could kiss me. Permission
granted, everything moved very quickly from there. Ron was vigorously and
eagerly fucking the woman and she was moaning, crying out and exclaiming loudly
how much she loved being a woman to be able to go to such heights of physical
ecstasy. Listening to her
reactions was erotically stimulating and the ramped up level of sexual energy
in the room was startling.</div>
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Her partner was kissing me and then fucking me. But what really set me on fire were his fingers inside my
pussy. His fingers were magical
and induced lovely rolling G-Spot orgasms that moved through me in a fluid like
fashion. The sensations were quite unlike that which I enjoy with Ron or with
Nick, but equally pleasing in a slower southern erotic way. Before I knew it my moans of pleasure
were mingling with the cries of ecstasy from his partner and the din was
enthrallingly captivating causing a group of voyeurs to gather at the door to
the mirror room with curiosity.
His partner smiled and commented on my obvious pleasure and how I was
evidently enjoying myself enormously.
I was stunned by what a great sexy time this gentlemen was showing
me. As we lulled into a rest I
could not help but run my fingers through his bushy head of salt and pepper
hair which reminded me very much of what Nick’s hair looks like when I like it
best. And then he did the oddest
thing. He leaned over and sucked
on my right armpit. It was the
oddest sensation and not one that I ever would have associated with a sexual
encounter, but pleasant nonetheless.</div>
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With the full swap leaving the four of us momentarily sated,
we relaxed and chatted. I asked
the man his name and he told me Spice – an obvious pseudonym. And then he said, “ I bet I am the
oldest man you have ever fucked.”
I had not a clue of his age, but he had apparently thought I had
overheard his partner, Sugar (another pseudonym), and Ron discussing age. I asked him his age. He was 69 (such a sexy number!). And undoubtedly one of the most erotic
and orgasmically satisfying sexual encounters I have ever had. So, there is a great deal to be said
about the sexual prowess of mature men. The most spectacular extra-marital sex I have engaged in has
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Ron and I chatted with Sugar and Spice for sometime. They were a fascinating couple visiting
from a southwestern state.
Surprisingly they told us they were new to the Lifestyle, but had a long
history with alternative sex and ethical non-monogamy. I enjoyed listening to
Sugar explain how Spice would pass her in the hall during the day and whisper
in her ear to be ready at 7pm. She
said after that she trusted that she would be completely cared for and utterly
at the sexual graces of Spice. She
told me that he liked to have her tightly bound and then brought in a single
man or many men to fuck her into sexual oblivion. Spice told me that sometimes he would throw in a woman for
good measure. I found their sexual
world to be captivating and wished to hear more and more. They hinted at a highly charged BDSM
way of life as well. I was disappointed that Sugar and Spice were visiting from
out-of-state, as I knew they could be enormously fun on a regular basis and a
great venue for expanding my own sexual horizons into areas yet unexplored.</div>
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The conversations slowed and partners shifted. Spice went over near Tina and caressed
the head and neck of the other man on the bed. Spice was completely flaccid while affectionately stroking
this man. Without his hands, this
man suddenly took Spice’s cock into his mouth and sucked it unbelievably
hard. As he gave him an amazing
blowjob, Spice quickly grew hard and long. The man aggressively sucking his
cock had his eyes locked on my and Sugar’s eyes as he excited Spice. Once Spice was rock solid, partners
began to couple in different variations.
Ron and I withdrew from the bed as the bodies became entangled in the
next round of sexual expression.</div>
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As Ron and I made our way out of the play area to go find
Nora, we continued to find ourselves lustfully aroused. After all, we had gone into the play
are with the intention of fucking each other, but had gotten distracted….and an
unparalleled distraction it had been! We went to the underutilized downstairs
froggie chair tucked away near the fireplace. This corner location is dark, secluded and next to an
external exit with a tiny medieval-esque barred window. It reminded me a bit of a dungeon and gave
the fucking a more lascivious edge than usual. And once again, my body was racked with orgasmic ecstasy and
my cunt was enormously pleased.</div>
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The next morning Ron and I retreated once again to the
psychedelic room froggie chair for another intense fuck. The early morning play area was
reverberating with our (well, mostly my) expressive moans and sounds of
ecstasy. Ron fucked me and
fingered me hard, making me climax over and over again until the pleasure was
so powerful I thought I might burst with erotic bliss. Eventually we gathered
ourselves together and started to leave the play area. On our way out past the
mirror room, I was stopped in my tracks by accolades from Sugar and Spice. They had very much enjoyed the sexy
sounds that Ron and I produced and enjoyed waking to such an erotic cacophony. Sexual satiation is unquestionably an extraordinary
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