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September 28th, The Weekend That Wasn’t: Part II

After a three-hour drive in torrential rain we arrived at the restaurant just in time to meet Ron and Nora.  Ron and Nora were dressed to the nine’s for Posh Night at the club.  Nora was wearing a long overcoat that made me smirk with a bit of naughtiness.  It was the perfect coat to wear when one had nothing on underneath.  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. 

I had talked to Nick earlier in the day about his conversational intentions for the dinner but I was still excruciatingly apprehensive.  Nick had called the group to the table and no one knew quite what to expect.  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.  I doubted that was in the cards given Nick’s unpredictable history with Ron as my preferred extra-marital playmate.  Nick still seemed to suffer from an evolving and unpredictable uneasiness and jealousy that I simply could not comprehend.

After a brief wait we were shown to our table.  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.  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.  How very strange for me that something so small would set him off, but I was sure it would.  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.

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.   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. 

About half way through dinner Nick started talking.  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.  Nick compared Ron to a silverback gorilla in terms of his dominant tendencies with others, women in particular.  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.  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.  I do not focus on these particular traits nor do I feel troubled by them in any way.  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.

However, I was fairly certain that Nick would not agree with my perspective from his external view of the situation.  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.  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.  It goes both ways.  There are advantages and disadvantages to every situation.)

Somewhere in the conversation, Nora spoke up.  She heard what Nick was saying and was able to reflect back his feeling and emotions so that Nick felt heard and validated.  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.  My attempts had often been met with indirect confrontation, blatant misunderstanding and sometimes even a low level of simmering hurt and anger. 

Nick later told me that he felt like Nora really understood him.  He so rarely talked to people in the lifestyle about what he was experiencing.  I had been encouraging him to share with others who understood the world we were occupying these days.  But, his opportunities had been few and in general his motivation to do so had not been present.  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!  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.  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.  Nick on the other hand did not have that luxury and frankly, I have suffered for it. And so has he.

At some point in the conversation the topic of September 6^th came up.  It was a bizarre, crazy sexy weekend with lots and lots of sex – here, there and everywhere.  But it was also a perplexing experience for me, as well as for Ron and Nora.  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.  His dominance?  His sexual acumen? His primacy in our relationship?  No one knew. This was one of the few points that Ron and Nora brought up at the dinner.  The fact that Nick seemed to be out to aggressively substantiate something (but what?) the last time we were all together.  They were flummoxed by his actions, as I had been as well.

Interestingly this was one of the few takeaways that Nick brought up later.  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.  Maybe it was.  Though in our twenty plus year relationship I had never experienced this Nick. So, the ruling was still out on my end.

After dinner we all departed with a ‘see you at the club’ left hanging in the air.  There were no clear requests made, no expectations outlined, nothing.  Everything was wide open and undone.  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.  So I left the restaurant with an ambivalent wary feeling.  I had no idea how the evening would proceed.  I had no clue if Nick wanted to be around Ron and Nora or not.  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.  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.  I did not know which frame of mind Nick was in or what he wanted for the evening.  We were heading to the club cold, unprepared, and prepped for nothing more than yet another disastrous evening.

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.  It had a fitted scoop neck, which accentuated my breasts, and a loose cut playful skirt.  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.  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.  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.  But, out the door we went anyway.

We arrived at the club a little later than usual and the house was rocking with all manner of sexy people oozing with desire.  This party was the first time that I had visited the club when the third floor couples’ play area was open.  I had been really excited to see the third floor and to get to try it out.  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.

Soon after arriving, we encountered Ron and Nora, which we knew we would.  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.  We had left the dinner table lacking a clear plan for the evening as two couples so Ron and Nora were confused.  As I was.  Despite this, Nick told me that he was fine if I fucked Ron and that he actually expected I would.  But I was not getting a remotely positive or supportive vibe from him and was not sure that Nick really intended what he said. 

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.  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.  Ron told me that he and Nora did not understand what Nick wanted.  And, frankly, neither did I; and I said as much to Ron.  So we agreed to keep some distance for the evening unless I signaled otherwise. 

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.  I cannot say how we spent our time or what we did for the evening. 

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.  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.  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.

I found Ron and Nora up on the couples’ only third floor sitting together on a bench with some other people.  They did not appear to be interacting with the others; rather they seemed to be honing their voyeuristic skills.  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. 

I approached Ron without delay, said hello, asked if he wanted to play, leaned over and started kissing him.  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.  I wondered if they were a life long couple or freshly minted lovers. 

Knowing our time was limited; Ron and I wasted no time with preliminaries and got straight down to seriously zealous sexy business.  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.  We fucked with animalistic orgasmic intent until I felt like I was on fire inside.  Despite the delicious pleasure and erotic intensity of our sexual merging on this night, it did not last long.  My own physical responses did not reach their usual level of explosive eagerness.  Nor did Ron’s. My mood was somewhat subdued by the uncertainties of the evening and my enthusiasm was hampered.  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.

While Ron and I were playing, Nora joined us and sat fully clothed on the upper corner of the bed next to my head.  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.  With his other hand Ron began to squeeze and twist my nipples.  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.  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.  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.  It was still an art to be mastered, but I liked the potential for pleasure that my nipples had recently revealed to me.

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.  I thanked Ron and Nora for the fun and headed off to find Nick. 

The memories of my time with Nick on that night are murky and muddled.  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.  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.  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.  In principle, the idea was not a bad one, but the devil was in the details.  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.  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.  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.  The other man did not once look me in the eye.  And that was just not happening.

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.   In retrospect, I could not put my finger on exactly how the entire evening went so disastrously awry.  In part, I attributed it back to the lack of pre-evening planning and dearth of thorough communication between Nick and myself.  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.

Eventually Nick and I headed up to the third floor in the vain hope of play as a couple.  We managed to find the absolutely most uncomfortable play space that the club could possibly offer.  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.  Yet again.  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.  As it turned out, it was a fairly effective strategy to get an uninspired couple to vacate a bed.

Both nights that weekend were quite simply epically calamitous and not to be repeated.  However, Nick and I found an upside to the catastrophic weekend.  We learned some valuable lessons that were obvious yet revolutionary for the two of us.  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.  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.  In retrospect, Nick probably gained something from the evening having had the opportunity to express things that he had bottled up.  But, it was not a productive evening for anyone.  However, even failures (and this was, without a doubt, an uncommonly spectacular failure of a weekend) hold gems.  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.

Our Takeaways:

** Never ever go out together when either of us in a bad headspace.  It is a waste of time and money and only leaves everyone feeling horrible at the end of the evening.

** Always have a plan when going out together.  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.  Though, we did have one totally unplanned spectacular occasion where we met another couple and had an amazingly erotic full swap night.  But, more often that not, in our experience, having no plan or common understanding led to disappointing nights out for us as a couple.  Prior agreements are critical.

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.

September 27th, The Weekend That Wasn’t: Part I

Nick and I had a rare opportunity to go out together for an entire weekend.  I was really looking forward to the freedom from our parenting responsibilities, the opportunity to enjoy each other and have a really sexy weekend.  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.  I had known that this weekend would be child-free for a while and I had been planning on a decadent carnally indulgent extravaganza.  

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.  Nick was dragging his feet a bit, but would not say why.  He wanted to go to a club, but didn’t want to go to a club.  He was just flat out indecisive!   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.  Nick was supportive and I was glad we finally seemed to have a plan.

And then at almost the last minute Nick changed his mind.  He said that he did not want to spend time at the club when he knew that Ron and Nora would be present.  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.  This was a major switcharoo.  Previously Nick was adamant that he wanted to be present 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).  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.  I was completely flummoxed.  When did this change happen?  And wouldn’t Kelly enjoy knowing that the advice she had given me nine months ago was now the line Nick was following.  How bloody ironic!  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.  He reported that he liked to watch and it turned him on. It just seemed to be a no win situation.  Now my time with Ron was a detriment to Nick.

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.  I found this to be a less than satisfactory explanation for his change of heart.  And an unsettled feeling descended upon me.  I began to feel like I was no longer on firm footing in our non-monogamous relationship.  Again.  After months passing and slow healing from the Memorial weekend debacle and here I was again.  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.

Well, okay, I wanted to be optimistic and make the best of an evolving situation, so now what to do with the weekend?  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.  We had never been to a meet and greet and had heard that they were fun.  And now the club was opening up the play spaces after midnight and allowing us to overnight.  So it worked for the weekend! We could stay over and attend the School Girl Saturday night party as well.  And I had my schoolgirl getup from my most recent scandalous carnally indulgent night…a do over!  I hoped it would be as sexually charged as my first schoolgirl night, but that would be hard to match.  We also knew that Ron and Nora were not planning to be at this club.  So, this met Nick’s non-Ron criteria.  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.

We arrived at the club a little bit late.  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.  Nick had not mentioned to me that she would be at the club.  In fact, I was pretty sure that he did not know she was there.  And it was awkwardly obvious that she did not expect to see me or by extension, Nick.  I let her know that it was a very last minute decision for us and that the evening had not been planned.

Afterward, I went into the ballroom and discovered Nick chatting cheerfully with other guests.  I casually informed him that Mona was in the club and his expression changed curiously to almost a slight sense of panic.  The news definitely threw him for a loop.  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!  Most couples tended to play together and were familiar with their partner’s shenanigans.  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.

Nick was obviously squirrely and appeared visibly ill at ease with the entire scenario.  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.  He had never been in the same room with his wife and his favorite extra-marital lover, not even once.  Not to mention several other of her lovers who were present as well.  Bill was one of Mona’s preferred play partners as well as the man that Mona seemed to be courting for the evening.  However, Bill, being highly compersive, enjoyed Mona taking advantage of a range of sexual partners.  I did not know how Nick felt about it.  But he was decidedly on edge and anxious.

I was thoroughly amused by the situation but tried to be supportive of Nick and help him relax and enjoy the evening.  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. 

Bill and Kelly were present so I chatted with them some and attended their Swinging 101 workshop.  I enjoyed checking out the new couples and just hanging out.  It was a really nice no-pressure atmosphere and a great way to meet new people.  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.  And it was fun.  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.  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.

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.  Marital stress and relationship anxiety was a complete downer for me sexually.

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.  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.  Again.

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.  He was beach blond and the upper half of his body was tanned deep brown.  He seemed like a bit of a surfer dude, but had been flirtatious earlier in the evening.  His partner was definitely hot, but conversation with her had been completely without any sort of spark that would compel me to suggest playing.  She came across as wholly ambivalent and I was not interested in ambivalent play partners.  Watching them play I better understood what had been going on.

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.”  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.  However, she did say, “I will play with her though, does she want me to kiss her or suck on her tits.”  Now that was odd.  First, it was unusual that the rules about how they would swap had not been made clear before the sex began.  If it had been there would not have been such an adamant declaration about how she would not play with the other man.  And secondly, her ‘offers’ to engage with the other woman were not at all sexy, but came across as rather perfunctory.  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.  She was good and spent when all was said and done.

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.  So we headed to the sleeping area and crashed for the night. And remarkably, I slept.

In the morning we woke very early for the club and hours before breakfast would be ready.  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.  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.  I also did not indicate either way an opinion on whether we should stay at this club or go to the other club.  I was not sure that this change was for the best. This was 100% Nick’s choice.  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.

But, he was definitive.  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.  The complete about face over the last few days really threw me.  I could not tell what ground I was walking on with Nick, but it darn sure did not feel stable, reliable or predictable.  Rather, it felt tumultuous, ever shifting, and frankly somewhat treacherous.  I could not foresee what was coming and it left me tense, uneasy and more than a little worried.