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.
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