Summer Day
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Posted:Nov 2, 2020 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2022 9:14 pm
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A warm beach would be nice today
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Definately Against the Rules
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Posted:Jun 16, 2019 7:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 6:23 pm
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A little while back, we went to a hot springs out west. The bathing is sex-segregated and nude (actually clothes optional these days). Hot, hot water is too sensual for a bathing suit. They have the bathings area and hotel rooms on the premise. Of course, there is large -friendly family pool is swimsuit required.
So here is what I told my wife about later day, I as we were beginning to around. I recounted this story to her ... about the early morning adventure in the bathing area.
I was alone (first on in in the morning) and an older guy came in -- I was in the 1 degree bath (I can stand it for about 5 min) and usually the nude guys exhibit some modesty (but not always).
I told her about this guy, Andre, not being shy about standing where he was right in my view and he stood right there as we began chatting. I told her about how we talked about the water temperatures, and told him how much I liked the 1 degree bath. He stuck his toe in and said was too hot for him.
I told him to try the 9 degree bath about 25 feet away. He went there -- and went in to about his knees, and no further. There are about six wide steps into the bath and then it is about hip deep at the end.
After having enough of the hot water, I got out and went over to chat more with Andre. I sat on the top step -- with him standing about 24inches away.
We talked a while. He wasn't completely limp and wasn't obviously elongated- just enough "fullness" to make himself noticeable and he remained positioned where the elongation was at my eye level. But there are rules and I wasn't sure if I was being invited to break them.
Then I left to return and sit in the 1 degree water. He stayed there.
After a few minutes in the hot water, I had enough heat and went back where Andre was.
He still hadn't gotten in much deeper, so I encouraged him to get down into the bath a few steps and lower himself down into the 9 degree water.
I stood calf-deep on the second stair, facing down the stairs as he moved down a few more steps. He turned looking in my direction and lowered himself to squatting at about mid chest deep - facing me and my slight "elongation."
I could see his eyes were looking ahead to my "elongation" and he obviously was fixed on it.
We stayed in position for a few minutes as we talked. He moved closer and I commented "if you get any closer you're going to hit my ear"
He said, "unlikely" and moved forward some more. I then leaned forward a bit to communicate my interest and he began licking it and the took it all in. Whoo-hoo!
Needless to say, I soon was pointing to the ceiling while holding his ears. Hands on the side of his head. Very nice. Very nice.
Definitely against the rules
Because the 9 degree bath was visible as soon as someone else came it, I said we should move to another location can't be seen Immediately.
At location I admired his member and went down on him.
I talked about how I practiced on my wife's bull. Then someone else came in and we acted "normal"
After about minutes the other guy left and we continued until the next interruption.
Then I went outside the active bath area and laid on the large benches to cool off.
Waited for other guy to come out again. Eventually he did.
I had toyed with asking him to come up to the room (where my wife was sleeping) for an uninterrupted playtime with him. But I didn't ask.
Once it was only him, I went back in and we took turns.
Delightful!
No. Got interrupted again and I left.
Went back to the room and my wife was up. I recounted it and I said I wanted to finish him off in the room- but wasn't sure if would be ok.
She said it would have been- so I went back, but Andre was gone.
Once back in the room we played and my recounting of the episode added a lot of energy! She does like thinking about hard ones!
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"Venus in Fur" at Theaterworks in Hartford
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Posted:Nov 12, 2012 9:11 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2019 4:46 am
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Really interesting play about 'erotic power exchange' that explores who-is-in-charge in a dominant relationship. I think it ends this weekend on Nov 18th.
No nudity ... but it is worthwhile taking a date (or a group to).
I like the part where she tells her submissive manito find out / invite 'that Greek who rides the stallion' so that he can 'have her.'
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The Massage Table at the Cocktail Party Central New Year's Party
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Posted:Jan 1, 2011 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2022 9:14 pm
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So ... how did I spend New Year's evening and the wee hours of the morning? I spent it at the Cocktail Party Central New Year's Party in Meriden. But my participation was not so much as a reveler, but as a masseuse. As I did several years ago, at the CTPC Mardi Gras Party in Windsor Locks, I set up a massage table and provided full body massages to anybody who wanted one. I was given space in the Hospitality Suite on the 5th floor. I had a full massage table with head cradle, a heat lamp, and various heated massage oils and gels. Several changes of table linens maintained the decorum of the massage area. Celtic music by Loreen McKennitt completed the mood setting.
As a point of clarification, the "full body" massage did not include those very specific parts of the body that would be the focus of the evening's other, and many, varied activities. There were many other people who would be skilled in massaging and pleasuring those delicate places … and I was to focus on other parts.
My routine was to have the guest lay face down on the table with their face in the cradle ... draped with a sheet for a touch of warmth. I moved the heat lamp to warm the skin wherever it was uncovered and massaged. I would start on the back with an emphasis on the spine and trapezius muscles. There are always tight spots in the trapezius where knots need some special attention. After a while I moved on to the hands. With lots of oil, each finger would be massaged and then the palm. Then the arm was loosened with twisting the skin to separate it from deeper layers of skin ... followed by an effleurage (sliding oiled hands from the extremities toward the core). Then it was down to the feet where each toe was massaged and then the soles and the ankles. It is my belief that feet are never massaged enough. I guess that there is something to that 'reflexology' stuff. Then it was twisting of the skin on the calves and upper thighs followed by effleurage. Then the guest was turned over and the feet (and especially the toes) got a second pass from a different direction and the shins and upper thighs got the twisting/effleurage attention. Then ... it was time to work on the chest. Liberal amounts of oil were applied to the tummy, sides and shoulder blades. Some sweeping massage strokes got the chest area started. Then the tummy was rubbed in gentle circles followed by a 'raking' on the ribs (pulling up along the side from the back, along the ribs to the front in a hand-over-hand motion). This was followed by some more attention to the trapezius muscles and then the muscles that attach to the skull. It is always hard for a guest to relax their head and be cradled while the fingers apply the upward pressure to 'release' those heavily worked muscles. Then the massage would be brought to its conclusion with gentle stroking of the chin, cheeks, eyebrows, forehead and scalp. By this time the guest is really relaxed and then their ears were cradled in my hands and held that way for a minute or so. This is so soothing that within a few minutes of this, many people can drift off to sleep. Then it was done.
I was asked many times why I did this. And my response, as best as I can explain it, is that I enjoy bringing a little bit of joy and comfort to the world. I love the touch of my hands on skin. I don't get to do this very often "in the real world" and setting up in a CTPC-type hotel take-over situation provides an opportunity to have lots of people who are open to this kind of sensual touching.
There were some last night that had never had a massage before ... others who watchful husbands lamented that at home their massaging of only their wife's breast would now be viewed as inadequate ... some who said not to touch their feet because they were too yucky, but were really happy I did ... one who came to talk about recurring nightmares ...
All in all ... it was a nice way to bring in the New Year ... with a gentle touch. I thank all those who made it possible.
I also thank those in the adjoining hospitality suite rooms for the apparent massaging and pleasuring those body parts that I did not attend to.
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Chatting During a Mid-Day Member Video Session
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Posted:Dec 17, 2010 10:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2011 11:00 am
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A few days ago, I was at home during the day, which is quite unusual. So I happened to be curious about what was happening on this site. Not much mail comes my way because I don't visit here frequently. So I turned to the members videos and went to see what was happening in the Connecticut area. There were a few guys on and so I picked one and watched. He started a chat session and because it was a long time since I last chatted, it took a while to figure out the slightly modified format.
What a pleasant conversation we had. I chatted about some of the adventures that I have had with my wife and her boyfriend. We have had a steady third for over four years now so there were some interesting tales to tell. I get to take a load directly from him from time to time when they both tell me to do it. I actually prefer to watch them, be there when he takes her.
As the conversation moved along, it became clear that we had a lot in common and in particular he was interested in being serviced and I was interested in being the one to do the work. Actually it sounded like a mutual pleasuring session in a 69 would make both of us have a wonderful day. After chatting for a while it was time to finish up and then to move along for the rest of the days' more routine activities.
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Initiatiating a MMF Threesome: My first Blow Job by a guy
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Posted:Aug 18, 2010 4:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2020 4:07 pm
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This is an interaction with a guy that preceeded our first MMF threesome as described in the initial posts to this blog from 2005. In an e-mail exchange with a guy, I had the opportunity to spend some time writing a recollection and thought I would post it here. We have a long term MMF threesome that is very comfortable and are not actively recruiting others, but another occasional opportunity to provide such a service to another guy is on my list.
About my first experience. It was before I found Fuckspace.com - Sex Dating / Swinger Community. For years I wanted to see my wife having sex with another man or multiple men. It was one of our typical topics during foreplay and during sex. In June 2005, I was so "wound up" with my desire to see a cock her that I went to a men’s only "health club" in Troy. This was an attempt to see how I might actually go about finding a man who might be willing to have sex with her. There was no way I wanted anybody I knew socially, or professionally, to know that I wanted to do this. I got to the club pretty early on a Saturday morning and got a locker, undressed and took a shower. It felt really weird and freeing to be taking a shower in a public area where getting an erection would be acceptable. I was the only one in the area and so I looked around at the steam room, sauna, hot tub and walked around exploring the facility with a waist towel barely covering my excitement (this modesty cover is the required dress code). I decided to sit in the hot tub and observe what happens in a place like this.
It was very quiet and a guy named Bill walked in and I invited him into the hot tub with me and he stepped in. We talked a bit. I asked if I could touch his cock. He moved closer. When I felt the hardness I savored its smooth, skin sliding feel because it was the first hard cock I ever touched that wasn't my own ... at least since I was a little tyke playing with the other boys. It was wonderful. He wanted to pinch nipples and be more physical that I was and that surprised me. I wanted to touch his cock and enjoy having my cock touched, but I wasn’t really expecting to be touched too. He said that he was gay and that he came to the club from time to time. We left the hot tub and tried out the other facilities.
Later in the steam room and then in the sauna I talked about wanting to find a man for my wife and he thought that was hot. He expressed some interest and even enthusiasm. He especially liked the part where I would suck another man's cock in front of her. Apparently that was a big deal for him and we were both really turned on. With nobody else in the sauna, He had me stand in front of him and proceed to fondle my cock. Handling it lovingly and then to my surprise, he leaned forward and started sucking on me. I was not only captivated by the experience, I was captured and couldn't move away if I tried. As I stood there I was reaching a climax and started to back away because the only mouth I ever came in was my first wife's and that wasn't such a pleasant experience because of her reaction. I didn't realize that he would desire my cum in his mouth as a highly sought-after gift. Bill said he was very careful about who he sucks off … and that he thought I was pretty safe so he enjoyed sucking me off completely. I remember standing there panting, with weak knees and to my amazement ... realizing that he swallowed it all. It was a blow job that literally left me satiated, weak kneed, my abdomen radiating pleasure and my whole body relaxed for about the next three days! Wow!
He said that he loved sucking cocks and was usually too cautious about it. He talked longingly about a special room at the club on a Friday night where it was supposed to be pitch black and he wanted to be one of the guys providing “services” to whoever stood in front of them in the dark. Cock after cock after cock. But since, as he said, one must be careful he never actually did that.
He said that he was hoping for some reciprocation, but I declined because I just wasn't ready for that. I felt guilty enough being there without my wife's knowledge, let alone getting a fantastic blow job, so reciprocating by putting his cock in my mouth and licking it until he came … it was just too much too fast. I also was concerned about STDs. He was disappointed but understood. I got his email and said I'd see how things would unfold back on the home front
In the intervening year I had found Fuckspace.com - Sex Dating / Swinger Community, my wife and I had some threesome and I had gotten some experience with sucking on a cock and had the opportunity to have something sweet, silky, sour, sensual and spurting squirt into my mouth. About a year after this encounter with Bill, I was up in the Troy area and wanted to make arrangements to meet him in at the club again. I told him I wanted to provide him with the missing reciprocation. Then I called and I told my wife that I would be meeting with Bill to give him a blowjob and I got her consent ... well is a "pre-confession" the same as asking for consent? She thought I was nuts and simply "going through a phase" but was so understanding. Actually, as she says, I can be relentless sometimes and she "just might as well agree now."
He was surprised and disbelieving at the offer. I convinced him that I was serious and we met at the men’s health club. I got a private "changing" room with a bed and waited in the hot tub for him to arrive. When he arrived, we talked a bit in the hot-tub and I stroked his cock. We talked about some of the adventures that I had that previous year. He asked me if I was ready to go to the room, I took a deep breath and agreed it was time! We went up the stairs to the second floor, and I do not know if I had been in the hot tub too long, or the excitement was just too overwhelming, but my heart was pounding so hard that I thought I would need to sit down and get a drink of water before continuing. He said that we didn't need to do this, but as I regained my breath I insisted that I really, really wanted to do this. We went in to the room, closed the door and I knelt down in front of him and with great chest-pounding take your breath away, excitement, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him off. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. It was the first time I sucked a man off ... just for me! Mine ... all mine! ... No sharing … No holding back because I also really, really, really like to see him cum in her cunt. It was mine … all mine. It was great.
Then after some small talk, I had him lay down on the bed and crawled over him in a 69 type position because I wanted to get his cock into my throat as much as possible and thought that was the best way. As I was sliding my body back and forth … toward his toes … and then back away … moving my head up and down with his cock sliding into my mouth and throat, he grabbed me by the hips and positioned my cock above his mouth and then lowered me and my cock into his wide open mouth and throat. He continued pushing me up and letting me down and I could feel myself in his throat as well as I could feel him in my throat. Then he came deep in my throat the second time. I recall that I missed the taste. I knew he had cum, but I couldn’t taste it. I asked him if I could take a picture of his cock … and he left soon after ... apparently unnerved that I had asked. After a few e-mails back and forth thanking him, he stopped responding.
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Chauffeuring One Night
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Posted:Jan 12, 2008 6:24 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2020 12:40 pm
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We have been involved with "John" for over a year now. He has been our exclusive third during this time and my wife has greatly enjoyed the arrangement. She makes it clear that she "is only doing it for me." She "is doing it for me" because she knows how much I like to get sloppy seconds and how I like to watch her get so, so turned on. I've given up trying to explain why I love it so, but I do.
We are comfortable enough with John to allow him to cum inside her. He understands the risk of unprotected sex with my wife, the "Goddess of Infertility" (see our profile). We have been a closed threesome and this way there are no restrictions on his ability to just slip it in. Because of this, I can experience the silky smooth feel of sloppy seconds.
John and I both like the thoughts of us getting sloppy seconds and thirds and possibly sloppy fourths together. However, she says that she is less interested in those extra sensations which she thinks would be distracting and overwhelming. Myself, I'd like to have a fourth in our group that I could suck off while he was watching or laying next to them. While I haven't done it very often, I really have enjoyed it. I refer to it as "all of those 'S' words": the sudden sensations of something salty, sweet and silky, suddenly spurting onto my tongue that marks a successful sucking.
With that as a background and the understanding that schedules are very difficult to work around, we hadn't seen John for a while and she was interested in some sex. I was asked on Tuesday evening if I would be willing to drive, the next evening, mid-way to John's place so that he could meet us. Then I could chauffeur them around for an hour or so. We had done something like this about a year ago. I had driven them around (slowly and carefully) on some dark back roads while they played in the back seat. I especially enjoyed the occasional glimpse in the rear view mirror where I could see the outline of the back of her head going up and down as she straddled him and I felt the car bounce in a funny way that didn't have anything to do with the bumps in the pavement. I had talked about doing something like that again.
Wednesday came and we drove to a little town in the Berkshires where I thought there would be some lightly traveled roads. I would be most comfortable driving at slow speeds on roads where nobody would be coming up from behind. On the drive over, she let me know that she no longer had anything on under her dress. I took an opportunity to verify her statement and told her that she was very attractive like that. We met John a little after 7 and went into a pizza restaurant to get something to eat. I didn't tell John that she was not wearing anything underneath, knowing that he would find out soon enough. When "soon enough" arrived, it was time to head out to the car.
Once we got to the car, they got in the back seat and I began to drive toward the area where I thought the dark, deserted roads were. A short way out of town, I turned on the road I had picked out and it looked appropriate for slow driving. I didn't want to travel much faster than about 20 MPH and most other cars that would come up from behind would go faster than this. As I drove along, I could hear some kissing and other sounds. John had found out that she was wearing only a dress and he was obviously pleased. Shortly after that I heard them talking and she announced that "John wants me to tell you that I'm sucking his cock." I asked if he was hard and she said "Oh Yes!" I needed to keep on drivings slowly and safely so I couldn't see what was happening. John was sitting behind the passenger's seat and I couldn't see anything in the rear view mirror. I did take a glance and I saw that she was straddling his lap and kissing him. I could tell from the bouncing that she had taken him inside. I asked if she could take him in all the way in that location and she said that "He was all the way in!" I reached behind and moved her dress aside and rubbed one of her smooth cheeks as she moved forward and back and then up and down on his lap.
I came to a cross road with some traffic and crossed it. This was a really nice road because it was paved and was nearly a one lane road. I liked this because I thought that there would be little chance of traffic. The activities continued and the positions changed. Somewhere on this road she had climbed off him and lay on the back seat. He laid on top of her and began pumping her. She asked me if I knew what was happening and I said "it sounds like John is between you legs and it sounds like you can feel him in your cunt!" She let me know that I hadn't missed anything. I reached around and I could feel John's thigh pressed and thrusting against her inner thigh. I reached around and further down so I could again rub her cheeks. I did this and then squeezed one cheek to let her know I approved. I could tell that her dress was now mostly around her neck because my fingertips brushed her breast. While this was going on, the road had turned to dirt and I could drive slower. I finally came to another cross road where I did a u-turn and headed back toward town.
The activity in the back continued and she began to get insistent about what she expected from John and I heard demands like "Give me your cum!" ... "I want your cum" and ... "Fill me with your hot cum!" These audible demands usually make John more focused and accommodating. He was certainly full-filling her request and as usual he groaned as he came inside her and didn't stop until he was completely done. I'm glad we put a towel down on the back seat. As they recovered, I drove back toward town and upon reaching eye-shot of town ... turned around. I decided to repeat the same trip that I had just done. This time the trip back to the second cross road had less car bouncing activity ... at least for a while. John is able to do repeat performances and before we had too far, she told me that "John is hard again!" and the bouncing resumed. As I drove further on, the car bounced for quite a while, but John climbed off of her. I then heard slurping sounds. Before long she announced that "John is eating me now!" and before long she came.
Just before I reached the place where I would turn around, I stopped and turned off the outside lights. There had been no traffic, but I wanted to keep looking for headlights so that nobody would ask questions. From time to time I would switch on the inside lights to get a full color vision of what was going on in the back. John had once again climbed on top of her and she tried for a while to have her cunt milk his cock again. But this was not to happen and he withdrew. They had decided that it would be perfectly acceptable to have him cum on her tits. I would have preferred him to cum on her clit ... but I'm only the chauffeur.
I turned the car around and we drove slowly back to town as John got dressed again. We talked about how much nicer our bed was compared to the cramped conditions for the backseat. Unfortunately, the logistics were too difficult to arrange that. Once we were back in town, John and my wife reluctantly dis-entangled themselves and shortly thereafter he drove away.
I hoped that once John got home that his wife wouldn't notice anything out of place. I know that my wife (and her chauffeur husband) knew everything that had happened.
As we were driving home, she told me that "I hope you are happy with me now." She then added "You know I'm only doing this for you." I told her that "I am very grateful that you would do this for me" and that "I was looking forward to getting home and sliding into bed with her and feeling the silky, slippery sensation of sloppy seconds before a good cuddle."
And we did.
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Our First Threesome
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Posted:Nov 22, 2005 3:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2019 4:54 am
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It was a day that started unlike any other day. The hotel reservation was made, early check-in was requested, the champagne was chilled, new box of condoms, some light wrist and ankle restraints were packed and B had bought some new lingerie and the time to meet was set. Even though we would only be a few miles away and gone for a few hours, the care in packing was more than for some of our weekend vacations. Even though B was very interested in the adventure, she very nervous and when we made cell phone contact with Mr. P to confirm that everything was on-track, she said, “I really wished that he backed out … oh well … here we go.”
We checked into the room and a few minutes later I met Mr. P in the hotel lobby. As we walked to the room, I told him that she was extremely nervous, far more nervous about this than I had originally thought she would be. But she was still willing to proceed with the understanding that the likely minimum activity would be us giving her a four-handed body massage and then us giving him a four-handed body massage in return. She would decide if and how much further things actually went.
I had packed a special bottle of some champagne, purchased during a vacation we had taken over the summer, some grapes and strawberries. When Mr. P and I arrived in the room, B was fully dressed, as expected, and sitting in the far corner of the half-sized couch with the coffee table covered with snacks in front of her. Mr. P then sat on the other side of the couch and I took a chair across from them.
The next 45 minutes was taken up in both small-talk, relationship talk and past sexual experiences that somehow seemed relevant to bring-up. It was a pleasant and relaxing visit. About the time that I was planning to suggest beginning the massage session, B excused herself to go to the powder room. Upon her return, she had removed her sweater and jeans and was in her new black camisole and black underpants. She returned to the couch and there was more talk, although the tension in the room had changed dramatically. I was greatly relieved because B was relaxed enough to do this and the signs for any next steps were positive.
I excused myself to go take a shower thinking that they would continue talking. When I was drying off, I heard some sounds that were not the typically sounds of conversation. When I came out, Mr. P’s pants were down around his knees and B ’s head was going up and down and sideways in his lap. Apparently, Mr. P had kissed B and asked what would I think if I returned to the room with her sucking on his cock. She had replied, “He’d love it” and proceeded to do this unselfish act, solely for my benefit.
Mr. P then stood up and B continued to suck. I got on my knees behind her and put my head on her shoulder for a better view of this momentous event. When his cock slipped out of her mouth, it would slide along the side of her cheek and I would stick out my tongue to try to touch it. Finally, Mr. P asked B to “let to poor man have a taste” … and so I got my first taste and feel of a cock. Smooth and slippery is what I remember.
After that, as they moved to the bed everything begins to blur into scenes of hands, feet arms and other body parts. One of the first things that I remember happening is watching them kiss. It was not just a kiss, but B was writhing around as she kissed and making passionate sounds. I loved it ... to see my beautiful wife in the throes of ecstasy was so satisfying to me. There must be some wires crosses in my gray matter … but this was just wonderful! We had talked and wondered how I (actually how both of us) would react to her kissing another man. Shiver-me-timbers!
Because as far as I was concerned this was all about her ecstasy, I kept a low profile and spent a lot of time hovering around the bed. I would join in touching them, occasionally laying down next to them and kissing her, sucking on her ear, licking on her cheeks and telling her I loved here. I would eat her pussy if it were temporally available, lick the balls and cock that my wife was going to soon have slide into her beautiful cunt.
I would bring them wine and refill their glasses when asked. I found that I spent a lot of time massaging any one of the four feet and associated toes while they continued their activities. I heard many more that once, “Wow … I’m in his wife and he’s rubbing my feet it can’t get any better than this!” I asked B later if it was distracting for me to do this and she said “No ... I knew you were there and that was really, really nice, but I wasn’t thinking about you touching me … there were other things that I was occupied with.”
During our post-event talking about our adventure, B said that having me there, having me behave in a supportive, enabling role and being the condom enforcer allowed her to let go of the self-censoring of her behavior. After all, she was doing this for me … for my fantasy … she might as well go all out … and show me what I wanted to see. She said there was safety with me there, without which the encounter would have been more restrained and less of a thrill …
When he was laying on top of her with his cock mostly inside (did I say he was large) I loved to hear him ask and then to hear her reply: "Do you want to suck my cock every day ... every day ... I mean every day? Do you want me to fuck you every day … every day? " This was followed by a throaty, panting "yes ... Yes ... Every Day." I really loved the kissing and his sucking on her breasts ... Wow.
About 2 and a half hours after my shower, Mr. P had to begin to leave. I ended up the last half hour laying on the side of the bed with ankle restraints, wrists lashed to my side and a blindfold while they continued to touch, play and stroke each other. He laid on top of me in a 69 position while B alternated between sucking on me and kissing him. He placed himself over my lips and made sure that I sucked on him for good measure. While I couldn’t see anything, both of them reported that Mr. P had actually taken the opportunity to suck on his first cock and he said that it was not a turn-on for him. I was glad that he was comfortable enough with us to have reciprocated … I never intended for that to be that to be a significant part of the afternoon’s activities. Just before Mr. P left he got up, stood on the side of the bed and ejaculated onto B ’s face, breasts and shoulders. I felt some drops of hot cum land on my restrained hand and it was a wonderfully surprising sensation. After he leaves, I am still restrained and blindfolded with B laying on me. We work together so that I can clean up her chest, neck and face. A salty taste that blended with her pheromones was sensually delightful.
Unfortunately, our schedules will keep us from an “every day .. every day ...” repeat adventure. She thinks that I am obsessed with all of this ... which I am ... but the twinkle in her eyes says even more. We have not yet talked about an actual follow-up visit, but the talk we talk … wow!
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How We Got To Extended Talking
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Posted:Nov 12, 2005 11:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2009 8:28 pm
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We have talked about getting another man into our bed since before we were married (nearly 13 years now) and have never done it. We hope that this trend will change soon.
During our initial dating period she was somewhat involved in a long distance relationship with another man. Our love making would frequently include my making references to her wonderful pussy and how honored I was to have such an opportunity to touch it, taste it, slide into it and cum in it. This would include references to how other men, including her distant friend, would love to be able to take my place. I would then add that her wonderful pussy deserved not just the best possible lovers, but many lovers. In this sex play I would then be the one that would make love to her last ... thus enjoying sloppy seconds or thirds. The men who made love to her before me were only part of OUR foreplay and it never occured to me that such an arrangement would leave me neglected. I guess that I believe the old hymn "Magic Penny" that has the lines (interpreteted a little differently from the way most congregations would interpret it - including a few minor word changes):
"... Love is something if you give it away, you end up having more
It’s just like a magic penny, hold it tight and you won’t have any,
Lend it, [share] it, & you’ll have so [much], they’ll roll right over the floor.
Love is something if you give it away, give it away, give it away
The magic of love is that the more you give it away, you end up having more ..."
From her reaction to this fantasy talk, I quickly learned that this was a real turn-on for her and I was getting more out of it too. Consequently, her getting so turned-on made it a real turn-on for me.
One time her friend came to visit for a week and I had to make myself scarce so that they could have time together. While I was not happy about my banishment, I needed to, and did, masturbate about four times a day (every day) during that week while thinking about her and her friend and what I imagined they were doing together. Shortly after that week, we became engaged, he disappeared into the mists of time and we lived happily ever after. Our fantasy sex talk never progressed to reality even though I really wanted it to. The "how to arrange it" was always the impediment.
Recently, the urge to actually do it has gotten stronger for me. Earlier this year I had encountered Bill with whom I had an initial conversation about sex and he thought favorably about joining us for a threesome. After many months of pondering I finally contacted him to see if he would still be interested and he said "yes," but with some hesitancy.
With his tentative consent in hand, I told her about a real person named "Bill" who was interested in joining us for all of the things that we had talked about. This brought about the need for doing some of the hard relationship / communication work that we had apparently been neglecting. Full disclosure of fears and desires went both ways.
We verbalized a number of scenarios to see what would work and what would not. These ranged from group massage and only touching ... to ... to her being tied down to the bed, with a leather hood blindfold (can't let it slip off) and her being
used as our toy. After all, good girls wouldn't willingly do this; now would they?; even if they got immense pleasure from being used in this manner.
Our previous blog entry was a composite of a number of different scenes that I knitted together from some of our "calmer" fantasy talk.
One of the interesting things that came out of our discussion was her mild interest in having another woman be part of the adventure. I think that this has a lot to do with me having someone to play with while she is completely occupied by the man. In that blog entry, during the parts where I have my hands tied behind my back while they are making love next to me we frequently would talk about another woman sitting on my face so I could enjoy eating pussy and possibly getting other attention as needed.
So far, Bill has not materalized and as you can see we have joined Fuckspace.com - Sex Dating / Swinger Community and are on our way to making our fantasy into a reality. We are concerned about privacy and this system seems pretty good in that regard.
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Scripting Our First Adventure - Take One
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Posted:Nov 9, 2005 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2020 12:43 pm
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This was written one day when we thought "Bill" could help things happen. So far nothing, but this is one way our first encounter was envisioned. There were other scripts that may get posted later. Those were used as fantasies to get us talking and ultimately talking about really doing this...
The Adventure
After dinner we go up to the room where we open a new bottle of wine. G is seated in a chair. After a little more small talk, I ask Bill to stand up and in front of G. Then I walk behind him. I reach around and unbuckle his belt and then I find the zipper and unzip his pants. Then I pull them down to the floor and he steps out of them. Now there is only his underwear between him and Gs eyes. Then I pull his underwear to one side, reach inside and pull his cock into view. I will be looking into Gs eyes and she will be flitting between looking at Bill's cock and looking at my eyes.
I will then move over to G and stand to the side of her. I will ask her to stand up. She will be within about two feet of Bill and I will begin to undress her like unwrapping a gift ... the gift of my wife to another man. Bill will continue to stand there while I take some off some of her clothes. Not many, but enough so that it is clear that I am giving permission for him to look and later, touch. I expect that G will be a little uncomfortable at this so I will kiss her with Bill standing in front of her. I will then move between then so that Bill is behind me and I am facing G. While I am kissing G, he reaches around me and undoes my belt, unzips my pants and tugs then down. My cock will be very excited, but still in my underwear where it will stay for only a short while. Bill will then reach around me, reach into my underwear and expose my cock. I will rub up to G while kissing and she will feel me poking into her tummy.
Then we will break the kiss and I will tell her to kneel down in front of me. I will ask her to give me a quick kiss down there. I will then put my cock back into my pants and kneel down too. WHile on my knees, I will move to one side and then I will touch G on the back of the head and guide her toward Bill. I will be within inches of them whem I see her touch him with her tounge and then to lick him all over. I will move around so that I am behind G and while she is still exploring, I will continue to undress her. Once she has far fewer clother on, I will then move over to Bill and continue to undress him.
Once he is naked I will then go over to G and finish undressing her. I hope to be watching Bills hands on Gs head as he gets a nice preliminary blowjob.
Once all of the clothes are off, it will be time for a shower and I will lead the way to the bathroom. I will remain dressed and G and Bill will get into the shower. Once they are all clean, then I will help them dry each other off. We will have brought bath-robes, so these will be put on. I will lead then to the room where they will take a seat next to their wine glasses. While they are visiting in their bathrobes, I will get undressed and take a quick shower.
When I emerge from the shower, we will move to the bed. Bill will lay down on the bed, on his backwith his head toward the headboard. G and I will get on either side of him. G will open the robe to expose his cock and feel it up as well as rub other parts of his body. I may join in with the rubbing and will eventually pull her down so that she is curled on top to Bill with her mouth swirling around and sucking on him. I may stroke him a few times as she is sucking. Bills hands will be wandering over G and probably touching me also.
After a little while, I will get up and go after the wine glasses and refill them and find some grapes. I will then return to the bed and offer to serve them if they could pause for a little while. They would then sit up at the headboard and have a sip of wine and share some of the grapes. I would certainly complement G on just how wonderful she looks and telling Bill
how much she loves cock and how she really wants to have him put his cock up inside of her. I would say that I have dreamed of watching her lay back while a man with a hard cock begins to slide on top of her with his cock sliding along the inside of ther thighs untill he gets up to her wonderful, worshipful cunt. "Ahhhhgh, I cant stand it arrgh I moan." I will relate to Bill that when G and I were begining to date she had another boyfriend who was from England. One time he came over and I had to make myself scarce for a few days and I stayed at my mother house. I would then continue telling them the story about how I masturbated at least four times a day thinking about G having another cock inside her. Especially a cock that would squirt inside her and I believed that that would be no condom. Oh how I wanted to eat her cunt when she came back ... "OHhhh how I wish ...I wish" I would say. Then I would ask her to please spread her legs and let me give her an extended sloppy kiss down there.
After a very short while, I would take the wine and fruit away and get onto the other side of the bed where I would lie on my back. I would ask someone to put the wrist restraints on my wirists and then clip them behind my back. Then they would put ankle restraints on and clip them together so that I could not easily move. I would ask G to put her legs across me so that she would be laying across my chest and torso while while she resumes sucking on Bill some more. I want to feel her movements as she sucks, kisses and strokes his body. I want to feel the gentle shaking of the bed in response to each stroke up, and then down, as her hand slides the skin up and down over the rigid inner core of his cock. With her free hand, She rubs his inner thighs down to his knees and I can feel her stretching and reaching.
I tell her I would be really happy if she would put her pussy over my face while this is happening. I can imagine Bill feeling her up and rubbing her back while all this is happening. He will reach over rub her butt His hands will brush across me at the same time and I will feel the hand of the man who my beautiful wife is pleasuring. I will feel all the movements on the bed, but I cannot touch my cock. I do not want to come. I may buck my hips as the I poke the air for sensations, but, I do not want to cum yet. Not for a long time. I want to come immediately, but, not now, I can't ... it
will send me into amazing bliss and make me fall asleep and miss the rest. Then I ask them to trade places. I feel G lift up on her elbows and then push up further. Her weight shifts to her knee on the far side of the bed and she raises herself over me and gets off the bed. She walks around the bed and over to the side where Bill had been lying. In the meantime, he has rolled over and gotten onto his hands and knees and turned around so that his knees are near my head and one of his hands is next to my hip. My hips are still poking quivering and making poking motions into the air looking for relief in frustraton. With my hands tied behind me, and my ankles tied together I can't do anything else.
In a quick motion, the hand that was next to my hips is moved across me and placed on the other side of my hip. He grazes the tip of my cock as his hand repositions. Then his leg that was next to my head is picked up and placed on the other side of my head and his legs are now straddling my head. As I look up, I see the cock and balls that G had been playing with just above me.
As G positions herself on the bed next to me, Bill lowers himself on top of me. His cock bushes against my face and I can feel the wetness of G's saliva that was added just moments before. I close my eyes and think that "This is the cock that will be entering G in a few short minutes." For a moment, my cock which had been poking itnto the air in now poking into Bill's chin. Then you turn your attention to G who has settled in on her side of the bed. She opens her legs apart only a little and you move your torso over so that you can lick her cunt a little.
I can feel the bed shake as you try to push open her legs and get better access to her honeypot. The bed moves a lot more with your motions because you are so much bigger that G and the motions are amplified. Your cock is still pushed into my face and I can smell your cock and balls. You push down intentionally, so it seems, so that my lips touch the thing that was in my wife's mouth just monents before and I find myself licking something, but, I have no control over this because my head is tucked tightly between your legs.
After a while, I will urge Bill to get off of me so that he could lay on G and let him eat her for a while in a 69 position.
I will ask that my wrist and ankle restraints be unclipped. Once this is done, then I get up and get a condom. You lift yourself up and get off of the bed. I then open the package and give it to G who will then unroll it over Bill's member.
Nice and snug. Then I will tell G that I can't wait to see her with a new cock inside her. Hopefully she will roll over on her back with her head toward the top of the bed. Bill will go to the foot of the bed and kneel between her slightly parted legs. I will ask her to spread them a little more so that Bill can admire her beautiful body. I will lay down next to G. I will present my ankles and wrist to both of them so that I can be restrained again. While nearly immobile because of the restraints, I will roll over and watch Bill climb on top, I will feel the bed shaking as he positions himself on all fours and begins the short crawl toward heaven. Heaven for what I hope is an appropriate description for all of us.
As his cock touches her cunt, G reaches down and with panting breaths she guides it into position. Bill begins a gentle pumping motion and works his way up inside. Once he is all the way in, both Bill and G go at it and I am left alone to poke the air .... It is a good thing that I cannot touch it ... because I would have exploded. I imagine G kissing Bill and basically ignoring me as G get lost in the pleasure.
I know that I won't be forgotten for too long.
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