April 20th, Bi-Curious cum Bi-Comfortable

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March 8th, GANG BANG!!

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!

Ellen Pre-Gang Bang

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!

 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.

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!

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.

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 Nick’s blog.  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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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!

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.  

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.

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. 

February 15th, Sexy Weekend Adventures

As Nick and I find our way in this new non-monogamous paradigm, we have engaged in a lot of extraordinarily weighty and sometimes agonizing communications about our new lifestyle adventures and the fundamentals of our base relationship.  During these discussions, Nick expressed to me that he might feel more comfortable if he could get to know some of the people better – particularly Ron and Nora since I always have a great time when they are around.  He specifically suggested that we get together with Ron and Nora outside of the Club before our next sexy night out together as a couple after he returns from Africa.   I had not really been thinking along these lines.  It was easier for me to have a bifurcated life.  ‘Life as I know it’ being held separate from my crazy new ‘adventurous, non-monogamous, highly sexual life in the club.’  However, this separation has been stretched and encroached upon already by my Skype communications with Bill and my extra-Club visits with Kelly, which were at my initiative.  So, I wondered if Nick had a point and that I should make more of an effort to get to know people outside of the Club, to make heartfelt personal connections and maybe find genuine community.  I have always been reluctant to open up and share the inner me with anyone. This blog is one way that I am trying to be open – even if anonymously so. My tendency has always been to shut down or run when emotionally uncomfortable, so everything about this lifestyle and our new non-monogamous dynamics has really challenged my instincts as well as our marriage. With all this in mind I contemplated this weekend’s outing – a two-night adventure at two different Swingers Clubs in two different states.  It made sense for myself, Ron and Nora to share transport between clubs since we had the same weekend plans.  I had heard wonderful stories about people sharing hotel rooms after a night at the club, about great group breakfasts and wonderful conversations. And I wondered if this was something that I would enjoy doing – despite the introverted me who likes her own space, solitude and privacy. So I took a leap and challenged myself.  I invited Ron and Nora to share my motel room.

I arrived at the Swingers Club sometime after 10pm.  I drove over after checking into a motel with a gigantic glowing neon palm tree complete with a monkey scaling the tree trunk – tropicalesque, but a little too bawdy and not nearly warm enough…I am longing for the sultry tropical air and the warm humid breezes I left behind in Africa!  The motel was located in a bit of a sketchy area and the room was down right frigid with not nearly enough in the way of bedding beyond sheets and a paper-thin blanket. I began to think that inviting Ron and Nora to share the hotel room was an excellent idea – otherwise I might freeze!  Definitely an attention-grabbing start to what would indubitably be a pleasurable night. 

Ron and Nora arrived shortly after I did with Celeste, whom they had met the previous weekend - all bubbling over in her pink fairy tutu costume.  It was the Valentine’s Day party at the Club; pink and red lingerie were the costume du jour.  I reverted back to my Hotwife Debut dress…it did have a little pink in it.  I get enough attention in this club without putting myself on display in sexy red or pink lingerie….as thrilling and provocative as it might be, I just did not desire the added interest in my physical person!

Ron and I started off the night with a bang!  We quickly disappeared into the couple’s room to enjoy each other’s bodies. I felt myself relaxing and melting as Ron’s hands expertly explored my body and mine his.  Wasting no time, his fingers hastily slid into my impatient pussy and thrust against my lush G-Spot bringing me waves of ecstasy as he stimulated me to orgasm repeatedly with Ron-imposed pauses in between each climax. My overwhelming desire to be fucked by Ron expanded exponentially…as it always does.  Argh!  We were waylaid by the lack of a condom – while the Club provides free condoms in all the playrooms they are “one size fits most” so Ron supplies his own more size appropriate condoms.  Fortunately, Nora appeared just in the nick of time and happily went downstairs to retrieve condoms from their stockpile in the basement - Ron’s underground stash.  It took a bit of time for the condom to arrive, which also led to a bit of a mellowing of sexual tension.  I regret not proactively avoiding the sexual mellow, but the truth was we were both tired from a long week and a lot of driving.  And for the first time since we met in October, I experienced the libidinal effects of fatigue on Ron.  Like mere mortals, Ron gets tired too.  And in all honesty, I have continually been nothing short of amazed at Ron’s energy and sexual prowess.  So a slight lull in Ron’s energy was a very humanizing moment that made me consider beyond the sex and wonder how challenging his daily life may be.  

With condom in hand sexual desire overcame exhaustion. Ron and I fervently fucked with insatiable hands and fingers, engorged cock and ravenous mouths.  Ron pleasured me endlessly with his fingers in my cunt.  While Ron was pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy exciting my G-Spot, I was intrigued by a very sexy man standing at the foot of the bed explicitly watching Ron’s orgasmic power over me.  His eyes were compellingly intense as they stared directly into my blissfully orgasmic eyes and I could not turn my eyes away from his. He held my gaze for what seemed like a very long time as I climaxed under Ron’s phenomenally expert hands.  I do not know if Ron was aware that this man was watching us in our passionate sexual rapture.  In retrospect I wish I had invited him to join Ron and I.  A larger group sexual encounter could have taken the erotic experience to a naughtier and even more thrilling level.  But as yet, I have not found my sexual bearings strongly enough to invite new players onto my bed at the clubs– which is ironic because after the intense visual connection I would have eagerly fucked him if he had only asked.

Ron and I were resting on the futon-like bed and enjoying the afterglow of great sex when Celeste appeared at the foot of the bed.  She stood there chatting away with Ron so we invited her onto the bed.  She started to sit next to me but I directed her to the other side of Ron….Ron likes to be in the middle of two women, and really, what man wouldn’t?  But also, I was not entirely sure that I wanted her near me yet.  Her vibes were peculiar.  She saddled up next to Ron….and started talking.  And talking. And just kept on talking about WAY unsexy stuff.  She bitched and moaned about her roommate problems and her life in general.  No way was this even a little bit erotic and I was not going to allow her to muck up my perfectly sexy evening.  I bid them farewell and told them to have a good time and left the funky negativity that Celeste was spinning behind me. 

I wandered about the club for a while and surveyed the scene.  It was a crowded night and there was a strong frenetic sexual energy in the atmosphere as well as a lot of high school shenanigans by single men new to the scene as well as young partying couples who were voyeuristically titillated by risqué sexual displays and the promise of sexual gratification.  At one point as I navigated past the jam-packed dance floor toward the congested bar, I was grabbed around my waist by the hand and arm of an exceedingly youthful man.  Not subtly grabbed but quite physically and all encompassing owned for a split second.  I slipped away but was disconcerted that he would reach and presume to take so aggressively without even making eye contact or making any attempt at communication.  Not long after, the same evidently single man approached me and invited me to dance.  I accepted and danced with him for a song or two while watching him closely, gauging my interest and studying his youthfulness.  This night constituted his premier visit to the club and while the minimum age for entry is 21, I was not entirely convinced that he legitimately met the requirement.  I was probably his MILF wet dream.  I thought about how much sex with very young men would be fun or not and decided that this was not something I wanted to pursue tonight.  While I am sure that he could be amusing and enthusiastic, and maybe even rock hard and long lasting, I was not sure that I was ready to start on the path as a Cougar enjoying sex with ‘Cubs’ - men considerably my junior. 

It was not much later before his Cougar/MILF dream for the night came true with Celeste.  I found her upstairs on the mammoth, wide-open, well-lit orgy bed that was surrounded on three sides by a multitude of voyeurs bellied up to the orgy bar, which surrounds the bed. She was riding him for all he was worth and he was loving it!  So maybe I was a boring prude tonight…passing up what could be exhilarating sexual opportunities with tight young bodies, hard eager cocks and possibly even the pinnacle of my sexual experience…one never really knows!  But, for the first time, I was not feeling adventurous.  Nick and I had been having some rough conversations and painful growth moments related to our new open, non-monogamous marriage and the Swingers Lifestyle that damped my enthusiasm tonight despite being out with his endorsement.

As I trolled the club, I noticed an attractive younger man watching me.  David, I later learned his name, was a club volunteer tonight but was obviously interested in pursuing me.  Each time I was near he made serious eye contact and would become as chatty as he could be while working.  He danced with me and flirted before being pulled away for work.  I was having fun leading him on a bit, flirting and being suggestive.  I decided that while new sex partners were not on my agenda tonight that it would be great fun to just hang out, flirt, dance and be more aggressively open and suggestive than I usually am.  David headed back to work and I continued my prowl around the club.

Back upstairs Ron and I were watching the sexy pole dancing cum lap dances taking place over in the dark seating area by the pole.  There were a couple of very hot women confidently strutting their stuff – climbing, bending, flexing, twisting, wiggling, baring nearly all and then some - and making not only their partners desirous but also the voyeurs among us.  I am sure that Ron was enthralled by the views and I felt my breath quicken with sexual hunger as I watched.  Ron and I joined the group as a space vacated on the brown leather sofa.  We kissed and touched; I stroked his cock while we took in the erotic sights.  He finger fucked me and I may have even sucked on his cock briefly but found my self too enthralled with the views to really engage.  We were sitting next to a man whose voluptuous woman began to pole/lap dance for him. She had very robust breasts and a large tight ass.  Both physical attributes which she used to entice her partner….and us.  We watched as she lowered her pussy onto his subtly exposed cock and fucked him on the sofa next to us…at first facing him and then in reverse.  It was an incredibly beautiful and erotic sight and I wanted to stroke her glistening body. I asked if I could touch her before I reached out with my left hand and caressed her full-bodied tight ass and, when she turned around, her large breasts.  She felt delightful and I was tremendously interested in exploring her tempting body.

Later in the night I ran into Ted whom I had met at the club previously. I remembered him as cute, actively interested in me and as having imbibed in too much alcohol to entertain the idea of play.  It is simply not fun to fuck a man under the influence of alcohol – or mind altering drugs or cigarettes for that matter!  I want a sexual partner to be PRESENT and in the moment.  Anyway, Ted was still hot for me tonight and decidedly not under the influence.  However, I had already pretty much decided that I did not want to take the initiative to fuck new people tonight. I was already in a bit of an emotional funk that I could not shake. But, Ted was tenacious in his efforts to connect with me and to play, perhaps even overly eager.

Ted and I headed toward the dance floor for some sexy dancing.  While I was having fun dancing with Ted, I did not want him to get the idea that I was ‘with him’ – later in the evening one of his friends referred to me as ‘Ted’s girlfriend”…..which I did not appreciate in the slightest – so I think I was less than successful in my endeavor to keep him at arms length!  While dancing David passed by and looked disappointed to see me dancing with Ted.  I did not want either man to think I was a commodity to be possessed, even if only for a short while.  I grabbed David and pulled him in to dance with us.  I was tightly sandwiched between Ted and David, in a very eroctic way.  I could feel both men grinding into me as they moved to the music but with clear alternative agendas.  David’s cock bulged in his pants and pressed up against me as we danced.  He was undeniably hot for me.  After a few songs I broke off to cool down and found Ted trailing me.  He shifted to a complementary strategy of raving about my physical attributes.  It never hurts to have a man tell a woman that her body is ‘perfect’ but it is by no means a key to the treasure chest.  Aside from a series of compliments Ted struggled with conversation, resorted to male club-posturing to try and seal the deal. It was fun to talk to him and I turned his offers of play down at least twice but did let him know that I might be interested another time.  As he was leaving the Club he slipped me a Club card with his number, which I purposefully discarded at the end of the night.  

There were two burly, plaid-clad, twenty-something manly men hanging out at the far end of the bar scoping the dance floor as the crowds began to ease slightly.  I had seen them enter the Club together around the same time I arrived and had not seen them with anyone – man or woman - but each other for company the entire night.  I was curious about their story and approached.  It was their first time at a swingers club and they were working hard to be ultra-cool.  And they were rabidly hungry to participate in the carnal recreation that was evident all around but were firmly rooted in the typical club scene machismo and had not the slightest appropriate thought for how to gain access to the pleasures that awaited.  Next to us a curvy, sexy woman in revealing red lingerie was swaying erotically as another woman caressed and nibbled on her exposed breasts slowly moving down and tasting her hungry wet pussy.  The men seemed non-pulsed by the scorching hot scene –  scorching hot even by my estimation - but it clearly ramped up their desire as they circled me like vultures and moved closer in cornering me against the bar.  One with his arm domineeringly (without my invitation, subtle or overt) wrapped around my waist.  They began to pepper me with questions….Did I come alone? Was this my first time?  Had a fucked tonight?  Do I usually fuck at the Club? How many men had I fucked?  And the litany continued until they tried to persuade me to take them to a room and fuck them. After all, I was obviously a wanton woman who would be gratified and satisfied by their hard cocks, apparent superior sexual prowess, and staying power to satisfy any sex starved woman (because surely I was sex starved?).  As one of them told me, his cock is always rock hard and goes on and on to thoroughly satisfy any woman.  And this is the way to get a woman – horny or otherwise – to fuck them?  It is no wonder they were holding up the bar when the crowds were dissipating.  Grandiose promises of carnal bliss or not, I was sorely underwhelmed and found my way out of their menacing clutches.   A positive, vigorous attitude and engaging personality are at least as important – if not significantly more important – than mere physical sexual attributes and theirs was an absolute anti-aphrodisiac.

I found Ron and Nora sitting at the back of the couples’ room…her hand stroking his gorgeous cock and his fingers inside her pussy.  They were both watching an astounding, petite, muscular young woman fucking her man with near supremacy.  He was prostrate doing little to nothing while she moved flowingly and continuously, shifting positions frequently, fucking him while maintaining amazing physical control over her body in space as well as on top of her partner.  She did graceful powerful full squats over him; repeatedly taking his cock deep into her cunt over and over again without ever actually touching him anywhere beyond his cock.  She had incredible balance and corporeal power.  Intrigued by the unique sexual coupling on display, I joined Ron and Nora and watched, as well.  Ron continued to touch his wife and slid his hand between my legs as well. It was sexually compelling to gaze at a room full of couples entwined in animalistic sex while having his hand on my pussy.  However, after declining an opportunity to fuck Ron (what was I thinking?!), I found myself enjoying sucking on his cock for a good long while as he stood before me and continued to observe and enjoy the variety of sounds, shapes, sizes and sexual encounters displayed in every direction the eye could see. 

Nora was really tired and I could see her heart was not into hanging out at the Club. And I was not quite myself.  So we decided to call it a night. But, first, Ron and Nora had to collect Celeste.  Rounding up Celeste turned out to be quite an undertaking!  She was off in the throes of sexual pleasure.  While waiting downstairs David optimistically informed me that he was off duty from his volunteer responsibilities and asked me to join him for some serious play.  I was theoretically interested, but thought we were getting ready to leave – having no concept for how long Celeste’s current fuck would take.  Instead, I sat with Nora and David and talked….and talked…and talked.  Wow!  What could Celeste be doing all that time?!  David asked for my telephone number to call me so we could get to know each other.  I declined saying that I would be interested in seeing him again at the club, but that my husband and I were not interested in extra-Club contact.  Trying to be social and chatty, I asked David what he does for a living.  He said, “Is that your way of trying to figure out how much money I make?”  I was taken aback by his acerbic retort and responded that not only was I not digging for his finances, but that it was entirely irrelevant to me since I was only interested in the physical play within the confines of the Club and certainly nothing beyond the Club doors.  I was simply trying to make conversation.  After all, great sex really has nothing to do with income level.  

Eventually, Celeste resurfaced and we all headed back to the hotel for the night.  I had never been quite sure about who would end up in the hotel room and was not terribly surprised that Celeste would be joining us since she was with Ron and Nora for the evening…but I was not thrilled given the remaining vibes that I felt following the unsexy episode with her earlier in the evening.  Prior to heading to the hotel, Nora inquired about the sleeping arrangements given the two double hotel beds and four bodies – three females and one male.  I was noncommittal not wanting to assume anything – maybe Ron and Nora would want to sleep together or maybe Ron would want to be with Celeste since they had invited her for the evening…I just did not know. Ron replied that he would like to sleep with me.  His statement was a surprising relief for me because I absolutely did not want to sleep with Celeste and I was not eager for Celeste to share with Ron since I really did not want to have a first row seat to the sights, sounds and smells of early morning copulation.  I also thought it would be an interesting personal experience to sleep with another man in the literal sense. This was something that I had not really realized until it actually transpired.   It was not something that I had expected or thought through, nor was it something that I had previously discussed with Nick – not for purposes of evasion but rather by simple omission.  Despite Ron as my bed companion on a small double bed, I was freezing!  Ron was roasty toasty, but I simply could not get warm despite the waves of heat that radiated from his body.  I ended up sleeping next to him fully-clothed in pink and grey sweats with red fuzzy Christmas socks and the room’s mini- heater cranking...well, the best it could do was to enthusiastically blow faintly warm air. 

Sleeping with another man in the same bed was a novel experience for me after sleeping with only Nick for 20+ years.  I viewed it as a bit of an experiment and it was more enjoyable in ways that I cannot define than I had anticipated – and that with no sex involved. However, the simple act of sharing the bed with Ron did not sit well with Nick.  Sleeping in the same bed seemed to cross a line of intimacy that made Nick uncomfortable.  Fucking Ron was acceptable behavior….sharing a hotel bed for a few hours in the early morning was not – even with his wife and another woman in the next bed. 

January 11th, Ellen’s Pavlovian Response

Our family took a getaway weekend to a nearby city where I have been to a hot and rockin’ swingers club several times.  I thought nothing of it…we would just have a nice family weekend and nothing more.  Maybe Nick and I would try to go to the club or maybe not. Nick had not yet been to this particular club and I had, so he was curious, but I did not feel like it held much attraction for me this weekend. Either way was fine….or so I thought.   As we drove toward the city I felt something awaken within me.  My respiration began to increase, becoming shallower as we neared the city.  I began fidgeting and feeling like I was about to crawl out of my skin.  It felt as if a creature inside was breathing deeply and snorting heatedly in extreme anticipation, butterflies began to flutter rapidly within, heat swelling inside me, desire and lust inexplicably building.  I could hardly contain myself in the front passenger seat as Nick drove and the children played in the backseat.  I was stunned by how strongly my desire unpredictably exposed itself.  I had no idea that I wanted to fuck so badly.  I thought that I had set aside the idea of a wild sex weekend.  Suddenly I found myself on the dangerous precipice of extreme sexual anticipation yet with a strong sense inhibition, reservation and relationship preservation for the rest of the weekend.  My reptilian being within was held at bay by the overwhelming essential desire to go slow and be slow with Nick on this weekend. 

We actually did go to the club and had a fun time being voyeurs and doing some light petting.  I only saw one couple when we first arrived that I thought was hot and would probably be dynamite to fuck. (They seemed to be regulars, so I sure hope our paths cross again!)  But, I felt that Nick and I were better off not engaging in something so heated that night.  For this visit, I was trying to put the brakes on a high-speed sex train and slow things down a bit to give Nick a chance to catch up. So, it was probably a good thing that I did not notice Ron and Nora were there as well (but Nick saw them and did not mention it to me for 2 days?!) or our nice quiet, supportive, take is slow night may have gone to hell in a hand basket!  You know what happens when Ron is around!