The Hidden Sides

Back in the game

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 17:50:00 +0000

See this post first, so that I don't need to retell the story.

We had a great time at our long-awaited rendezvous with 'Buddy & Snowball.' I look of joy on Lola's face at the end of the night said it all to me, and it was still there this morning when we woke up.

After you left, we went down to the hot tub. Lola made passes at a guy who we thought was single until his very unhappy wife walked in while he was fingering Lola's pussy. I thought she might favor another hot-tub lingerer for a three-way to satisfy her penetrative cravings, but for whatever reason she declined and the poor chap watched from a few feet away while I lubed her up with my mouth, bent her over and gave her all I had left in me. As the pressure rose I pulled out of her, grabbed her head and pulled it to my cock. She opened up, sealed her lips around me and I released everything I had built up in the previous few hours of play. I love it when she swallows.

We emerged to find that we were the last ones up. We went to an upstairs bedroom and happily collapsed together.

This morning when we woke up, she was happy and I was hard. She got up and walked across the room in her panties and I just burst out loud about her beautiful body. She hasn't shown me this openness about her body in months. She came back, we cuddled, and she lay in the morning light with her breasts unabashedly exposed. I caressed them for quite a while, and we talked about the wonderful time we had the night before. Then she took my hand and moved it down to her pussy.

I knew the time was right for pushing the boundaries, and that she probably regretted not having taken advantage of her opportunity to be the playground for two (or more) lusty men the night before. So I coaxed her into the next best thing. As she lay on her side, turned away from me, I lubed up my cock, her pussy and her ass. I slid a finger into back door, and then replaced it with my shaft. Then she pulled the largest of her collection of toys (we brought them along in a little case) and slid it gently into her pussy. I used my hand to hold it place while she found her silver buzzing egg and pressed it to her clit.

At first I held still while her body adjusted to being so full. As she relaxed, I began gently moving in and out of her. Sometimes me, sometimes the rubber dildo. After several minutes, both. Soon she was being pumped in both holes simultaneously. Despite the sensations, she was in a somewhat awkward position that she said was keeping her from reaching her peak. Knowing I wouldn't have this opportunity again for a while, I began thrusting hard into her ass. She moaned and sighed as I pleasured myself in the tight space and finally came inside of her. I slid out and spent the next several minutes pleasuring her pussy with the thick rubber cock while I talked to her about all of the things we could do next time... she finally came in the middle of a story about her entertaining three cocks at once.

Many thanks to our great hosts and playmates. As you can tell from Buddy's description, we had a very fluid, everyone-involved experience, something that we have found to be elusive with other couples. I want to give special kudos to Snowball for giving me the best oral treatment I've had since we began swinging with other couples. She was obviously enjoying herself, and she is very skilled. When Lola joined in, it reaffirmed that having two mouths on my cock is still the most sensational part of including other people in our sex life.

Most of all, I am basking in the glow of my wife's smile. It has been about 10 months since we last played, and I think she was mostly going along this weekend as a favor to me. In the process she realized that playing with others is a natural part of her being, a joyful experience when done right. It was uplifting.

Dinnertime on a Summer Evening

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 02:38:00 +0000

As I arrive home, you greet me with a mischevous smile, mixing spoon in hand, wearing just your apron. The stove is warm with simmering rice and sauce, scenting the air.

I notice the bottle of lube sitting on the counter out of the corner of my eye as I put down my things and come to your open arms for kisses that start soft and gentle but become deep and aggressive. My hands move to your bare back, and feel your warm soft skin all the way down to your ass, feeling their way along in a little bit of disbelief, confirming your nudity.

You put your hands on my chest and push me back half a step. Your hands then trace down the front of my body as you slowly kneel in front of me. Your intention was to use your mouth to make me hard, but before I even pressed against you for the kisses he was coming alive, and now after you fish him out from my open fly and engulf him it's just your instincts driving you to suck me. Already instinct is taking over both of us, and when you stand again, and turn around, I'm already turning to grab the bottle of lube from the counter behind me.

You put your hands on the edge of the counter and lean forward into it. You close your eyes and feel my hand, slick with lube, slide between your cheeks and find your back door. I massage it and coax it to relax for me. I dip a fingertip inside, and after just a moment's hesitation I push it fully into you, harshly, to be sure that you're prepared for what you've just unleashed. You catch your breath but don't open your eyes, and then you push back against my hand. It's all the confirmation I could need.

My other hand has been readying my rigid pole and now I grip him to take aim. I position the head against the target and push into you. It takes some pressure for the thick head to make it past the first gate, which causes me to enter you with a bit of a pop. You exhale audibly and brace yourself harder as I put my hands on your hips. I hold you steady and push forward into you, moving past the second gate and into you deeply, filling you, making your head dizzy and your vision blur with the intensity of it. I hold him inside of you and wait for you to catch your breath, and then pull him slowly out, not quite all the way, before pushing him slowly in again, this time all the way to the very hilt.

For a few minutes I do just this... long, slow movements that accentuate the feeling of him sliding through you in each direction. In time, the pace increases. There is more speed on the thrust in than the pull out. As your legs become weak and you feel the intensity of the inward thrusts throughout the tender parts between your thighs, I am now driving into you like a jackhammer with each thrust, shaking your ass and testing your grip on the counter. Your voice cries out first in bursts with each thrust bust as they blend one into another in a constant piston motion, so your voice becomes one long, loud cry.

My hands move to your shoulders and suddenly my pace changes, my thrusts slowing but becoming even more powerful, and my own voice rises like a roar behind you as my body empties itself deep inside you and you feel my hands on your shoulders convulse and slip and fumble down to your hips again as my thrusting pace becomes slow and irregular. After a few more, I stop and we both hold still. Neither of us wants to move, preserving the moment, sweating and catching our breath from the exertion.

You extend your arms and straighten yourself, becoming more vertical. I cautiously pull him from you, he almost seems to sigh as he escapes, and then begins immediately to soften as he glistens with the lube in the cool air. You turn to face me and smile happily. I smile back at you, weakly. You wrap your arms around my shoulders, mind encircle your waist. We kiss again, and you say:

"Go wash your hands. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Diary of a Swinger

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 17:04:00 +0000

I found an excellent article today by a British man who explored the swinging lifestyle for a year. His insights are dead on, in my opinion. It is a well-written piece, and for those of you who want to know more about swinging, this is an excellent primer:

Diary of a Swinger

Upstairs

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 03:26:00 +0000

It’s been almost a week since the last post, and judging by the traffic numbers everybody isn’t thrilled with how long this is dragging out. I’m going to try to compress my outline somewhat to make it easier on all of us. I want to get this story done before we have another one to tell.

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet.

So, after all of this, we finally come to the culmination of the evening, the glorious moment at which Lola says “Let’s go upstairs,” and she means it in a different way than “let’s have a look.” She’s saying “Let’s go upstairs to stay.”

So we go upstairs and find Little Orphan Annie sitting alone on a sofa. We sit and make conversation, because even though she and Lola have already met and kissed and fondled and sucked on each other, this is the first time they’ve really had to exchange more than names. It was then that we learned that Annie had never really been with a woman, though she had been attracted to women for a long time and had done a little kissing and fondling. As it turns out, Annie was feeling the effects of her drinks a little too much, and her boyfriend had abandoned her in frustration. She was sitting alone, he was dancing it up downstairs. This is not cool.

After a while he showed up, stopping to lean against the wall next to us not really acknowledging any of us. Annie introduced us to Mike, and he did manage to say hello and shake hands. That was it, though. It was clear that Annie was very warm to Lola, and very curious about what was going on in the other rooms. Lola was curious too but not so shy. While Annie timidly sat there, Lola got up to peer through the blinds into the rooms that she could. She was obviously ready to get into the game.

And so she announced that we would now be getting up, going into the little locker room and disrobing. We stripped down, wrapped ourselves in towels and waved goodbye to Annie and Mike as we wandered around the corner into the big group playroom.

What we found in that dimly-lit place was remarkable. There weren’t many people (unfortunately), but the architecture was fascinating. There were three large beds with four posts and satiny fabrics hanging down from above like a sexy canopy. And when I say large beds, I mean that the smallest had two queen-sized mattresses assembled together. The largest had four kings. In between them there was a sex swing suspended form the ceiling. And along the full length of one wall was what can only be described as stadium seating: Three or four rows of soft bleachers.

On each bed there were a handful of folks engaged in either oral sex or the good old missionary position. There were people of all sizes, but I was amazed at the preponderance of truly overweight women. Some people will read that and think of it as a turnoff, but although I’m not attracted to big women I found it rather joyful that they felt free to take off their clothes and boldly expose their bodies and their sexuality in this society that tells them to hide their bodies, mask their shape and pretend that they aren’t as hungry for sensual pleasure as everyone.

I took Lola to the largest bed, sat her down and made her lay back. I kneeled next to the bed, and right at the base of the ‘viewing stands’ and eagerly began lapping at her smooth, delicious pussy. I practiced the new oral trick that I had learned the night before to very good results. After several minutes I got up on the mattress, kneeled by her and watched her engulf my cock with her mouth. After that initial burst, we paused and wandered back out to the hallway to see if Annie was still there. We saw that she and Mike were in the locker room disrobing, and so we went back to our place on the mattress and continued with each other.

As Mike and Annie walked slowly in, they let their eyes adjust to the dim light and found us. The walked and took a seat on the stands right next to where we were. We were both lying on the mattress by now, taking turns stimulating each other. Annie and Mike watched us with fascination as they also kissed and caressed each other. After several minutes, they grew still, and I could see Annie sitting there, feet on the same level as her ass so that her knees were up by her chin, her legs spread and clean-shaven slit fully exposed.

During sex, Lola has a tendency to get completely lost in the moment and lose track of time and the people around her. This was no different, and she seemed to have completely forgotten about Annie as she sucked on my cock. I had to use my hands to get her to stop what she was doing and look at Annie. I told her “I think she’s ready.” “Ready for what?” Lola said, still inexplicably unclear about what was laid so vividly before her. “Ready for you” I said. “Oh!” Lola said, and smiled broadly.

We got up off the mattress and moved over to where Mike and Annie sat. She was pale and smooth and beautiful, and very naked. He was dark and very muscular. Mike was to her right, so I sat to her left. Lola went right up the middle and leaned in to kiss Annie deeply. As Lola started kissing her way down Annie’s neck and to her chest, Annie’s breath caught in her throat and she said “I’ve never done this before.” I wondered what Annie was feeling as Lola’s warm soft mouth groped its way along her skin to the most sensitive regions of her body.

It wasn’t long before Lola’s mouth became fully engaged in the soft folds of Annie’s pussy lips.

And the next time I write, I’ll tell you all about it.

Drinks

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 03:35:00 +0000

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Our readership over the past few days has run between 44 & 75 people. The good folks at FourState were inspired to mention us in another post, and we're also getting many visitors from Danni654 and Dirty Couple in Virginia.

The role of alcohol in our swinging life cannot be denied. It is a complex topic and has evolved over time. I think I have mentioned it in some previous posts. We are generally a couple who enjoys a drink. I'm having a nice glass of Montepulciano right now. When we go out to a club, with the intention of mixing and perhaps having sex with other couples, the alcohol takes on a degree of planning and care in execution that rivals the choice of attire.

Because of various blue laws, the rules at most of the clubs are similar: Bring your own bottle, leave it behind the bar with a volunteer bartender who will get it for you when you need it. In some states the bartender is required to pour for you, in others you are required to pour for yourself. It's interesting that these legislatures all thought it very important who was doing the pouring, yet managed to come to opposite conclusions about who that should be.

This BYOB policy results in a much more affordable evening out when compared to drinks at your average vanilla dance club running about $10 each. Some people bring bottles of wine, others their beer. Most do as we do and bring rum, tequila or vodka for mixed drinks, the club itself usually provides the sodas, juices etcetera.

We are rarely without a drink once we've gone in the door, aside from time spent dancing. There are two major considerations. First of course is that one of us is going to need to safely drive the other back home or to the hotel. Next is that Lola wants to drink enough to free her from her inhibitions, but not so much that she loses track of time and purpose. Several times she has gotten so loose that she gets completely romantic on me, hangs all over me and then is utterly taken by surprise when it is 3AM, time to go and all of her would-be friends left an hour ago. Accordingly, I'm usually the designated driver.

At first we tried to just space out the drinks, but it's a club and we're moving a lot, frequently perspiring and that makes us thirsty. That scheme collapses pretty quickly. So we've gone to a habit of drinking a big glass of water in between drinks after about the first three. This presents a problem in its own right as the evening goes along and the continual intake overwhelms Lola's incredibly small capacity and she winds up in the ladies' room every 15-20 minutes. Those of you who have read from the beginning have already seen that in play on this particular night, and it will continue to be a theme.

There was one night in which I managed to get drunk so fast that she automatically wound up being the designated driver, and I played the role of the person completely unaware of the passage of time and caught off guard when the lights came up on the empty dance floor. It was one of the best nights I've had. And Good Lord was I flirty.

On this particular night I think that Lola hit her stride just right. She was completely lucid, but completely free and happy. It was a joy to see her that way.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Next: Upstairs (to stay) ... in which we find Little Orphan Annie all by her self amid the naked people

The Aggression and the Patience

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:39:00 +0000

I was going to follow up the previous chapter with one called “The Patience,” but I think I got things out of order, and that this is dragging on longer than I had anticipated, so we’ll be combining the two today into this one chapter, and the Agression comes first.

As we made these rounds between bar, dance floor, upstairs and theater room, we came at one point upon the dance floor, standing to watch from a corner. A small handful of women, Little Orphan Annie among them, were dancing together. As we watched, one would per her hands on the hips of another, or pull another close to her so that their hips would move in sync. We continued to watch and they got bolder with each other, with kisses on the neck and hands cupping breasts. Dancing all the while.

Lola watched in fascination, and so did I. Now in the past, this would have been the point at which I would have suggested that she go join the group on the dance floor. Tonight though, I didn’t say a word, and no prompting was necessary. She put her drink down and rode the long strides of her legs to the dance floor. She began to dance and sway. I watched, and she moved among them gracefully, erotically. I took a seat nearby to relax and take in the view.

At some point, on an unspoken signal (probably the end of a song) most of this small cluster of women dissipated into the rest of the onlookers. But amid the couples still on the floor were Lola and Little Orphan Annie. They rocked their hips together, wrapped their arms around each other, slid their hands freely, all without a word. They would find themselves face to face and would kiss, but never break the rhythm that their bodies established. Annie would turn her back to Lola, who would pull herself close and run her hands up under Annie’s shirt to find her breasts with soft hands. Annie would revel in the sensation, and then turn around to kiss her way down Lola’s neck, to her open collar, and Lola helped as Annie fished Lola’s breast out of her shirt to attack Lola’s prominent nipples with an eager mouth.

They would kiss more, tongues dancing around between their lips as their legs continued to move on the floor. Lola pulled up Annie’s shirt to have her own turn suckling at Annie’s excited nipples. Lola turned around and Annie drew up close from behind, sliding her hands up Lola’s thighs, under her skirt, and touched that smooth honeypot as Lola’s eyes closed and she leaned back against Annie.

I sat just 15 feet away, but they couldn’t see me. They were completely wrapped up in each other. I was happy and amazed at Lola’s impulses and freedom on this night. After so much hesitation leading up to the evening, she was being sexually assertive.

A song ended, and they kissed once more. Lola saw where I was sitting and came to join me. Annie walked off in the other direction. Lola was a little breathy from the exertion and the excitement, and all smiles. She asked, unnecessarily, if I had been watching, and if I enjoyed what I saw. I asked her whether she had enjoyed herself, an equally silly inquiry.

At this point, the guy in me would have thought it quite natural for Lola to have taken Annie by the hand and led her upstairs. She had a guy with her, certainly he would have happily followed. But instead, we went back to our rotation… to the bar, to the screening room, upstairs, and back to the dance floor. Every now and then we would pass Annie, sometimes with her guy. They would smile and wink or wave to each other as they passed, mostly.

And here I am, with my guy brain, thinking “you just sucked on this beautiful girl’s tits, and she sucked on yours. She fingered your pussy. So… you’re just going to wave at her now?” At one point I think Lola actually walked by Annie without the two even acknowledging each other.

I reminded myself though that being passive yet encouraging had served us both well so far, and I didn’t mention a word to Lola. This part was to be entitled “The Breather …in which Dragon wonders why we’re just wandering around”, but I think I’ve described the situation well enough for you. I think that in "The Patience" I was going to explore the difference in my attitude now than a year from now, maybe I'll get to that later.

Tomorrow I’ll write a brief post called “Drinks”, in which I examine the alcohol environment in this club and how Lola & I have learned to walk a very fine line. After that comes the chapter I know you’re really waiting for… Upstairs.

Chapter 5: The Beauties

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 03:43:00 +0000

... Featuring the Prom Queen, the Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Our readership over the past few days has averaged about 75 people but on a couple of days we had 95 & 100. We're still getting lots of attention from folks referred to us by FourState, for which we are most thankful!

Over the next couple of hours we meandered from location to location. Dance floor, to dance and scope. Rear bar, to watch the girls having their bodies painted. Check out the screening room and its many sofas, upstairs to see if anything interesting is starting to happen. At every stop we sit, we look around, someone says hello to us. Mostly we look around the room and we talk to each other and sip our drinks. We get a pretty steady supply of refills, which hast he result of sending Lola to the ladies room about every 20 minutes. Whenever she returns she tells me about another woman she’s met. She’s feeling very friendly, and everyone is friendly to her. IN this way, this time in our stay became structured around four women: The Prom Queen, The Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl.

The Schoolgirl of course was Lola herself, turning heads in her short plaid skirt and satiny black pleated top, opened low to allow a glance at her unwrapped breasts. The other three were the most striking women there that evening in the relatively sparse crowd, and take hear dear readers, for Lola has passionate sex with one of these women in a future chapter.

I mentioned earlier about the body painting. A skilled artist set up shop in one corner of the rear bar, and a number of women stood in line to bare their breasts to his brush. Nearby there was a woman standing completely nude except for her high heels, and painted from shoulder to ankles in long, flowing lines. She was perhaps 35, with a beautiful body. She seemed rightly comfortable standing around and chatting with onlookers and prospective customers. She was obviously there as a featured piece of art. She was the Model.

By far the painter’s most classically beautiful client was a woman I started immediately calling the Prom Queen. She was no older than mid-twenties, with fair skin and straight shoulder-length hair and an absolutely perfect body. She was straight out of central casting. And she stood for a good 20 minutes while he meticulously stroked her skin with the tip of his brush. As he finished with her breasts, she hiked up her skirt and he knelt to give her matching artwork on her smooth coochie. This prompted Lola to wonder if the paint was edible.

The cool thing about the body painting was that once painted, the women wouldn’t cover up again. It made for a nice environment. For the next hour she shot pool among the other dressed and semi-dressed.

After returning from the loo at one point, Lola told me about another young cutie she met there. Presumably while at the sink. Apparently the cutie was in town from another state, coincidentally the state where Lola was born, where her family is from. She was a long way from home and as an inside joke, Lola and I nicknamed her Little Orphan Annie.

Next Chapter: The Patience: …in which Dragon practices zen among the lingerie and booty.

We Interrupt This Broadcast....

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:22:00 +0000

Dragon's been busy, so Lola's stepping in to provide more information about Goth Girl, as mentioned in Chapter 4.

I understand it being notable to Dragon, as well as I understand his not recalling why it was notable. I think it's notable because it's a woman I saw and declared an attraction to. She was very tall, and dressed in gothic, but tasteful, attire. Bright red mini, black fishnet hose, tall black boots, a black top. She had JET black hair pulled back into a fashionable pony tail, and her makeup was striking enough to announce her bright blue eyes before the rest of her.

Goth Girl's husband stopped me on the way to the bar to tell me he LOVED my hair. I said thank you and kept walking, but on the way back I told him I really appreciated it because I had gotten some negative feedback about it (it's MUCH shorter that it has been in years). He said, "No, it's gorgeous, just like you. You're a beautiful lady." I thanked him again, and walked away. Later, on my way to the bathroom, I noticed the Goth Girl standing next to him, so walked over and and told her that SHE was beautiful. She said thank you. Turns out they're husband and wife.

That was the extent of it. I thought she was hot, and would have loved to have spent more time with her, but I never ran into her again, and we never had another opportunity to speak further.

See? Notable, but not so much.

Chapter 4: The Compliments

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Sat, 02 Dec 2006 04:42:00 +0000

...in which Johnny Reb, Goth Girl and others suffer momentary lapses of sanity

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. We're hoping to entice more readers with this series, and despite a dip a couple of days ago I think the trend is up. We had 61 readers yesterday. Thank you to the happy couple at FourState for thier blog post directing many of you to us.

Lola gets compliments in the grocery store when dressed in faded blue jeans and an old sweatshirt.

I said back in Chapter 1:

The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

Men turn their heads, women pay compliments on any given day. So what do you suppose happens in a sex club, when she’s wearing high leather boots, a short plaid skirt, a black satin top (unbuttoned pretty low, and no bra), and a choker that says “SLUT.” Hmmm? I’ll give you a hint: people notice, and people tell her about it. Lola doesn’t believe it. But I won’t dwell on that.

Johnny Reb was the first one I really noticed that night. She’d probably had a few more fans by the time I witnessed him as the first one. We first noticed Johnny Reb on the dance floor. Remember yesterday when I said:

“They won’t chuckle when your redneck ass shuffles to a hip-hop beat”

Johnny Reb was the redneck shuffling to the hip-hop. Honest to God, we didn’t chuckle. We were charmed. He was in blue jeans and a denim shirt. He had a ruddy, scarred, leathery face. Working class. Southern. We called him Johnny Reb because he had on this funny hat, like a civil war soldier cap.

I was talking to Lola over our drinks when he walked up, with his lady, and grabbed her ass. Well, he probably didn’t actually grab her ass, I think we gave it a little pinch. It was funny, because she looked at me, and thought it was me, and then noticed that my hands were nowhere near her ass. She turned to look, and he let us know that he had noticed her, really noticed her, while we were out by the dance floor. Noticed that plaid skirt especially. This is when we discovered that Johnny Reb has a cool sense of humor. He said it motivated him to want to wear plaid too. Maybe do a Braveheart thing, a whole reenactment in his front yard. He made a big production of it, and by so doing flattered her, and it left Lola smiling, and in this way made me happy. He knew she wasn’t going to suddenly drop to her knees and pleasure him. He was simply enjoying the thrill of making a beautiful woman smile.

Every time Lola would get up to go to the ladies’ room (which is quite often when we’re out at a club. The woman’s bladder must be the size of one of those ice cubes in her drink), she would come back with more stories about the nice cute girls she had just met in the ladies’ room. I guess that all pretty girls have small bladders. Anyway, she was making new friends right and left. I had written down to tell you especially about Goth Girl, but I don’t really remember her. Hot red skirt, black top, a little thick. Lola remembers her though, maybe she’ll tell you more about her after reading this.

It was in these trips back and forth to the powder room that Lola eventually encountered these women, one of whom she had passionate sex with.

We'll introduce them tomorrow in Chapter 5: The Prom Queen, the Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl

Chapter 3: The Arrival

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Thu, 30 Nov 2006 12:24:00 +0000

…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.
This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. We slipped yesterday and only had 42 visitors, which was disappointing. Hopefully we'll do better today. As before, we thank Danni654 for sending us the most readers.

Walking into a sex club, you probably wouldn't know that it’s a sex club right away. There aren’t sleazy, slutty women and lecherous men groping from dark corners at everything that moves, writhing in the thick musky air in the mental haze of various psychotropic chemicals. You see a collection of the same men and women you’d see on any given day at the mall. Some of the women are dressed to entice, but even then you can see in their faces and their hairstyles… these are bank tellers and attorneys. They are soccer moms and laborers, they are middle management and they drive trucks. These are normal people, sitting with each other and having a drink and a smoke, greeting old friends and enjoying a night out free from the kids. And as we first sit at the little table against the wall, sipping our own drinks and smiling at each other, we watch them and are overtaken with the ordinary look of it all.

Stay longer though, and see something else. See freedom. Behind the five corners you must turn, behind the sealed windows, behind the monitored door which is past the guard who has to clear you before you even drive onto the property to park behind the high fence is safety. Within this diverse group of people runs a common thread. They won’t point at you because you’re too fat to wear that lingerie. They won’t chuckle when your redneck ass shuffles to a hip-hop beat, alone on the dance floor with your woman. The beautiful girls won’t glare at you for ogling them. Nobody’s rich or poor anymore, nobody’s black or white. Everybody is at ease.

And at first, all they’re doing is dancing a little, having a drink, noticing the more attractive folks and just settling in. They watch football on TV and shoot pool. But around the margins becomes more, and the women always lead the way. In the corner, women strip their tops off for the body painter. Another woman strips down and dances on the pole on the tiny little stage. She is an average woman, perhaps 40. She is in good shape but her body shows her age. She’s a little padded, and she doesn’t have any professional moves. Earlier today you couldn’t have picked her out of the crowd in the produce aisle or the office. But now her body sets her free as she sets it free. We applaud as the song finishes and she vacates the stage. A woman around the pool table is wearing only a pair of panties and a satin nightgown, open in the front. Another sips her drink among friends, nude except for her heels. She is beautiful. Or maybe she isn’t. It doesn’t matter. The men are free to look, the women are free to be looked at.

And the world doesn’t fall apart. The men don’t grope. They don’t even stare. These men can hold a conversation while looking at her eyes, not her nipples. There is no chaos, there is no fall of civilization. There is none of the disaster that the world would have you believe comes to pass when people let free their desires.

And after a while of observing, we begin to explore. There are dimly lit rooms that begin to become the scenes of the lust that draws us all. We enter one, though a curtained passage, the theater room. Perhaps a dozen sofas, along the walls and in the center, arrayed around a large flat-screen TV showing hard-core porn. A couple sits here, a couple sits there. She & I sit toward the back. We look around. An amorous couple necking in one corner as if it were a mainstream movie theater. One lucky guy has a head bobbing in his lap. And then we see, on the other wall two men sitting next to each other. A tall, slender woman with a full head of long black wavy hair, who we have seen at the bar, kneels before that sofa and slowly pleasures one of the men. My guess is that, even though most people come to the club as couples and don’t have sex with anyone but their partner, the man observing is the woman’s date.

As I’m gently watching, Lola’s voice says “she has such a sexy back.” What’s a husband to do but agree? “You should go tell her that” I suggest. Lola gets up. She walks over, leans over, and strokes the woman’s back with her tender fingertips. The men look up. The woman slows for a moment but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. The unattended man introduces himself, and Lola says “I just love her back, it’s so sexy.” The man bids her to stay. Lola gives that long sleek back one more caress, gives the man a smile, and then walks back to me.

She’s initiating. It’s going to be a good night.

Tomorrow, Chapter 4: The Compliments

... in which Johnny Reb, Goth Girl and others suffer momentary lapses of sanity

Chapter 2: The Preparation

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 19:58:00 +0000

…in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Yesterday’s readership was 75 people, the best total since October 17th. Danni654 again leads the way in referrals. Thank you Danni!

As we were on the way to her friend’s house on Friday evening, we passed by a nondescript club called “Twin Peaks.” “You know what that is, don’t you?” she said to me. “Nope.” Of course, after a moment’s thought I figured it out, and suggested that maybe after the friend’s house we should stop by that or a similar club, just to get her in the mood. She dismissed the idea but noted that there might be an adult toy store along our return route.

Indeed there was, and we went in, and after looking through the tall faux-leather boots and the under-the-glass jewelry, she made a beeline for the DVD section. Porn is always an interesting conversation with Lola, because she doesn’t know what she likes yet. She likes very hard core, no-nonsense choreography. But she either doesn’t know it or won’t admit it. After discussing the options and the fact that from my view it was best to get what tantalized her instead of me, we picked up a relatively inexpensive semi-hard-core title called Suburban Sex parties. It occurred to me later that we don’t own any porn, at least none that you could hold in your hand. We have gone with the pay-per-view and found streaming sites on the internet, but in terms of something the kids could find in the sock drawer, this was a first.

She also selected a piece of jewelry that she’d seen at a previous club early this year and had her eye on ever since. It’s a sparkly choker, and in great big letters, it says: “SLUT”

The store that we went to happened to have a "gentlemens' club" next door. A large purple neon sign read "Couples welcome." We saw a few couples going in. Lola turned to me and said "go see if there's a cover charge. I don't want to spend the money on the cover charge, but it would be fun to go in." I did my best to suggest that she was putting an impossible barrier up. "Not even a small cover charge?" "Nothing." She said firmly. I decided that I was going to drag her in if it were any less than $10. I went in and asked. $10. Damn. I went out to the curb, got in the car, and home we went. In retrospect I should have dropped a twenty off while I was inside the door and said "pretend there isn't one when I come back in a moment." Oh well, hindsight.

We went back to the condo where we stayed, got into sleepwear and settled in on the sofa together. We watched, and to our dismay discovered that while every scene was a multi-girl scene, for the most part the girls weren’t really touching each other to any degree. After investing maybe 30 minutes in it, gently touching each other as we watched, we gave up and went to bed to make a little unrecorded porn of our own.

Our lovemaking that night had all the wonderful elements that it usually does, touching, deep kissing, toys and lots of breast attention. I don’t remember the order in which we proceeded, but along the way I got to go down on Lola for the first time in a long time. She has been insecure about this act for a few months, for understandable reasons at the beginning but after a while I think it just became reflex for her to tell me no. It was therefore a tremendous treat for me to be able to come face to face with the object of my adoration and fascination once again. She has the most approachable pussy imaginable. People who have found something to dislike about pussies before could never find fault with hers. It is small and smooth, clean in look, taste and scent. She has a princess’s pussy. I licked and sucked and probed orally for as long as she would let me. I even discovered a new trick that she seems to like. I was able to suck her tiny clitoris, wrapped in its fleshy blanket, just past my lips, and hold it there while I licked it with my tongue. She said it had the potential to make her come, though I’m going to need a lot more practice at it to get the proper dexterity. I’m looking forward to practicing so much that even now I’m starting to get a little jittery, sitting her at my desk. In the end I gave her two strong orgasms with her pyrex glass toy (a birthday gift, and worth every penny), and she of course saw me through to a glorious release by talking about the fun we might have the next night.

Saturday was a very nice day, filled with little touches pointing in the direction of a club visit.

We woke up and talked more about the possibility of the club, and of our fun the night before, and she indulged me with a morning quicky. Somewhere in the midst of that I suggested that we should continue to get her into a sexual mood with regular intervals of actual sex play during the day, such as setting a timer and letting me lick her pussy until it rang.

She spent time on the swinger websites of which we are members, looking for others who might be attending or some clue as to whether it would be a busy or slow night.

She went shopping for nice knee-high leather boots. She asked if it was okay to spend that money, which was totally unnecessary and I mention only to explain my response, which was: “You should buy anything that you intend to wear to the club tonight.”

As she was leaving, I said “I’m going to set the timer.” At first she said no, but then suddenly was on the sofa, pulling down her pants and getting into position as I punched 10 minutes onto the clock, and then proceeded to lavish her with oral attention long past the time when the buzzer rang.

The day went on, with a little talk here and there, and more swinger site browsing, and chatting with some of our original swinger friends. We had a light dinner at the condo. Through all of this, it wasn’t until she started getting dressed for the club that I knew we were going. She wore her new tall black leather boots and an above-the-knee plaid skirt. She pleased and excited me greatly by doing her hair and makeup topless while I walked in and out of the room. She asked me which top looked best, the satin white, cotton white or satin black. We went with black. She even got playful and pressed her breasts against the glass while I was in the shower. And of course, she wore the SLUT choker.

We left for the club and along the way were assaulted by a bag of something rotten hurled from an oncoming truck. Some young redneck idiots, no doubt. We stopped at a nearby carwash and I took care of the remains, and all the time I thought “they’re laughing, but the joke is on them. They would stand in awe if they could see who I was with and where I was taking her.”

We arrived at the club and the guard asked if we had been there before. “About a year ago” was our answer. “Well, there have been a few changes since then,” he said, and proceeded to spell them out and then wish us success. “Have fun and Git ‘R Done” was his exact phrase, I believe. We pulled into the lot and found plenty of parking spaces.

Tomorrow… Chapter 3: The Arrival

…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.

Chapter 1: The Uncertainty

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 13:09:00 +0000

...in which fantasy collides with reality.

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Yesterday’s readership was 61 people, the best total since November 3^rd, thanks in part to Danni654, who referred more people to us than anybody else. Thank you Danni!

We didn’t know that the night would be such a success. We didn’t even know whether we would go at all.

We have been to this particular club once before, and it was an interesting experience. We hadn’t yet played with anyone yet, we were mostly novices. Here were lots of people having a very nice time… dancing, shooting pool, and just relaxing with a drink. There were areas for sex upstairs, private rooms and public rooms, but they were empty for the first few hours. The only difference between this club and another social club was that every now and then you could catch a woman casually exposing her breasts to a friend, and some of the women would get up onto the small stage next to the dance floor, strip down and dance naked on the pole.

We met several very nice couples, young and attractive, among the tremendously varied ages and body types present. One couple in particular was hanging out with us for a while, and at one point the female half accompanied me to the bar for drinks and proceeded to openly rub her (surgically altered) breasts against me while we ordered. But Lola wasn’t ready to play, so we slipped away from them and went upstairs to see what was going on in the previously vacant play areas.

What we saw stunned us. There was a room at the top of the stairs, previously vacant, with about five sofas. Every seat was taken by a naked couple, usually one of them performing orally on the other. They were mostly older than we were. Other folks in various stages of dress stood around the edge, as we did. Men and women emerged from the adjacent locker room wearing nothing but towels. Down a hallway we could see others, coming out of the unisex bathroom completely nude, slipping into doorways, or walking right by us in the room. Many of them were older as well, many were very overweight, and all of this was just too much for Lola. She insisted that we leave immediately. We did.

In the intervening year we have had several sexual experiences with other couples and have been to a handful of other clubs. We have also replayed the setting of that evening in our minds over and over again. The more Lola thought about it in fantasy, the more excited she got, and we have created an elaborate set of highly erotic fantasies around our next imagined visit to this club.

As with other experiences though, these fantasies began to clash with reality as our intended visit approached.

Lola worries about being unattractive. She’s a stunningly beautiful woman in great shape but entirely too self aware that she’s not a childless 19 years old anymore. The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

And so the battle began between the fantasy she wanted and the reality she feared. And so my job as the guy was to be encouraging, without making it seem like I wanted to go so much that I would be disappointed if we didn’t. This is an incredibly narrow tightrope to walk. “Yeah, I’d like to go, I mean, if you want to, I guess. We could see a movie instead, you know. Whatever.” Fellas, am I the only one trying to walk this line?

I basically accomplished this by just concluding days in advance that we weren’t going. It was nice that she was thinking about it, but we weren’t actually going. Of course I knew that treating it this way made it more likely that we would go, so the whole endeavor becomes self-paradoxical, but such is the world of women.

Fortunately I had an ally in this effort, sometime commentator to this blog Mikey in DC, who sent messages to Lola all day long, doing the pushing for me. What a friend. I could sit back and say “sex club, movie, whatever you’d like my love” while Mike would earnestly cajole her all day via text message: “you’d better not pass up this chance!” This went on all day on Friday, and it wasn’t until very late on Friday evening when it began to look like a possibility.

Tomorrow… Chapter 2: The Preparation

… in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun

The Epic

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 14:07:00 +0000

… in which we attempt to catalog a single night’s adventure over the course of a month.

Introduction

Today begins what we intend to be a month-long series of posts about a single night’s adventure at an east coast club that we visited while traveling over the Thanksgiving holiday. We haven’t made many posts for the past few months because for various reasons we haven’t had opportunity to have sex with anyone besides each other since sometime in August. We’ve been perfectly happy and content with our just-between-us sex lives, but it hasn’t seemed like something to write about.

It will likely be another month until we have something new to write about, so rather than exhaust all of our storytelling ammunition with one long post, we’re going to break it up into bite-sized vignettes. The other benefits of stretching it out like this include an opportunity to more fully observe the many fascinating aspects of a sex club from the perspective of two relative novices, give our normally slow-to-comment readers (aside from our die-hards Danni, HipSwingster and MikeyInDC) more of a chance to comment or question.

Because our writing has plateaued, our readership has also. We have steady traffic between 35-55 readers a day. That’s pretty good for a stagnant blog with no pictures of naked women, but we’d like to have more. So each day as we make a post we’ll let you know how many readers we had the day before. Please spread the word about our journey by linking to us from your own site. We’ll give credit each day to the top referrer. To get us of to a proper start, we’d like to thank Hot Hard Cock for leading the way yesterday to our total of 48 readers. As the male half of this duo, I would like to not have to write Hot Hard Cock too many more times, so please help us out by referring more readers than that site, which has been stagnant even longer than ours and so shouldn’t be tough to overcome for those of you with active readership of your own.

We won’t be writing about sex today, but later chapters will contain graphic descriptions of public nudity, voyeurism, a lovely young bisexual first-timer, a three-way that was, a four-way that wasn’t, timid beginners, the finger that came from nowhere, sex in a box, group sex, a condom search and two women whose mouths were hungry for each other on a level that was awe-inspiring. It’s going to be a fun month.

Come back tomorrow for Chapter 1… The Uncertainty, in which our fantasies collide with reality.

Girl/Girl Drama

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:43:00 +0000

I mentioned in my last post that one of my goals is some hot girl fucking, with a girl who really wants to be fucked. In talking with Dragon about it, he warned me to be careful with what I say within this post, in that those with whom we've played may think I'm referring to the "she" half of the couple. Well, I'm certainly not going to give details specific to an event, because my notions really don't encompass any one event.

No experience that I've had with another woman has been one of negativity. I must preface all of this by saying at least that. The few women with whom I've had to pleasure to play have been beautiful, fun and sexy to say the least!

I've noticed a trend, IN GENERAL, with women in the "lifestyle." This trend is what I refer to as "posing." A woman who says she is bisexual, but really isn't and is only saying so to please either her man, men in general, or to be just more fashionable. Again, I'm not saying this about anyone we know personally.

I've seen women in the clubs, dancing, flirting, and kissing other women. They may suck on a nipple or two, perform a completely graphic french kiss (you know - the porn quality girl/girl french kiss....all tongues, no lips), but when you get down to the meat of the matter, it's all show, no go.

I know that bisexuality is all the rage right now. In young, hip, sexually free circles, it's cool for one girl to kiss and feel up another girl. But it's all too obvious when it's an act. And to me, that's just downright disappointing.

I had an experience with a girl that was so incredibly fucking fabulous and passionate, that I couldn't imagine having any other kind of experience with a woman. I know now that there should be just as much chemistry involved between women, as there is between men - if not more.

What does one do, however, when engaged in a situation where the other woman isn't "all there?" Do you stop and say, "Alright, look. You're obviously not into this, so let's just move on." Or do you just go through the motions like she is, watching the pleasure it brings your man, and move on quickly back to him to finish him off?

I pose this to my readers, and do so look for feedback.

And as always, I will continue my hunt, and forge on toward the achievement of my goal, for another great girl/girl fuck.

Ciao.

Friends old and new...

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 19:43:00 +0000

Welcome friends old and new. We are still here - last post was slightly over a month ago, but have no fear. We're still fucking. Lots of hot steamy wet sex. Just not with others because timing has been off, but we're ever so hopeful now that the stars are back in alignment.

Lola's goals:

*More girl fucks (with girls that ACTUALLY want to be fucked by another girl, thank you very much) - more on this in another post.
*A first experience at group sex.
*Getting back out there and dancing my ass off.
*Taking both Hipswingster and his wifie to bed.

Classic Porn Situation, Real World

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 18:51:00 +0000

My client is a little older, I think early 40s, and in good shape. She's attractive, always chipper and frequently very touchy-feely as we work side by side at her desk. As a matter of course when making a point she will put her hand on mine, or on my shoulder, or my leg. I enjoy the friendly contact.

She's a single mother of teens, a professional who is doing well and obviously very independent. I often wonder what she does for fun, and I suspect that it's a little wild, whatever it is. She's just free enough, loud enough, and southern enough that there's a touch of biker chick in there, possibly left over from younger days.

I've been in to see her on days when she was expecting me and days on which she was not, and the anecdotal evidence suggests that she dresses up for me, frequently with short skirts. I feel free to analyze her legs and the rest of her body, in hindsight I wonder if I'm disciplined enough about my roaming gaze to keep her from realizing that I'm doing it. I suspect that she does notice, maybe she wears sexier clothes because she knows I'm appreciative.

Walking into her office this morning was like walking onto a classic porn setup. Even before I got to her doorway she heard me walking down the hall and called out to me. I turned the corner and we smiled at each other and exchanged hellos. I noticed right away that her blonde hair was wilder today than on most days... splayed all around her shoulders, it was the kind of styling that wouldn't have changed much if it had to endure a quick lunchtime tryst in the Microtel next door. She was wearing a dark pinstriped suitcoat on top of a classic white blouse, unbuttoned enough to be sexy but not enough to arouse attention at the office.

And that's when she stood up and came around the desk. Matching dark pinstripe miniskirt. It was up above the knees enough that later on when she sat facing me it would have taken nothing at all for her to grant me a view. It was enough to arouse attention at the office. As she walked past me I graced her with a soft "you look fine today." "Thank you," she said, in a tone so nonchalant that she either missed the significance of what I was saying or had expected nothing less.

Of course on the porn set we would have had about 30 seconds of awkward conversation before she was on her way to her knees to swallow my rod. You can just see this happening, can't you? Well, it didn't of course, but the setup was just so cliche.

As we sat down to talk business, her colleague joined us at the table, sitting between us. At one point during our discuss my client puts her hand on mine, right in front of this third. I was moving a mouse around and she wanted me to hold for a moment. I didn't think much of it beyond enjoying the moment of her soft, cool skin on mine. But the third was shocked: "Get your hand off of his, that was so inappropriate!" My client quickly retracted and we chuckled about it, she said "I was just getting him to stop the mouse," but the third said "yeah, but then you lingered!" I suggested that we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya to break the tension, but the third just scoffed and shook her head.

It was so funny to me. The accusation only encouraged my interest in the prospect, and I spent the rest of the meeting doing what I usually do when I'm there; wondering if my client would be receptive to a sexual proposal, and just how that would go:

Me: (suggestively) "...You're a very attractive woman, and I get the feeling that under this corporate exterior is a woman who likes to have a lot of fun. Am I right?"
Her: (surprised, nervously) "Wow thank you, and yes, I do have my wild side."
Me: (curious) "Would you like to get together outside of the office sometime and get a little wild?"
Her: (in shock and disappointment) "I've thought about that since the day you showed up, but you're married... "
Me: (wry smile) "Well yes, and my wife will want to have sex with you too, of course."
Her jaw drops.

From there I imagine her to be suddenly filled with the excitement of such a proposal, mind reeling at the breach of societal norm, skin tingling at the sheer erotic possibility, heart glowing. I just sit and drink it in, reveling in being able to make such a suggestion and still be faithful to the woman I love.

In the daydream, I never bother with the logistics that would follow, I have never even bothered with the end fantasy of the three of us together. It's the conversion that excites me, the possibilities of making that kind of proposal, and so from there I replay the scene again from the beginning.

Being Submissive 101

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 14:09:00 +0000

I told him I wanted to watch some porn. He said, "Too bad. You're not in charge tonight."

I wimpered about it and he said, "Do what I tell you. Get in bed. Then, handing me my bullet, he said, "Get started."

He blindfolded me. He restrained me by cuffing my hands together and then cuffing my feet to my hands. A sexual hog tie. This left my pussy totally exposed to him.

He started playing games with me. Fucking me with an assortment of toys and objects. Sucking my nipples, plunging his cock into my mouth or pussy. I never knew what was coming or when. Sometimes he just left me there for a brief time without my knowing where he was, or what he was doing.

Then he started playing with my ass. Then both my pussy and ass at the same time.

Then, when every fun option was exhausted, he plunged his cock into my ass. Hitting my g-spot forcefully, I started seeing stars. I told him to unhook me. I yanked the blindfold off. I totally got into the experience, and went from being submissive to demanding he fuck me harder.

The next time I'm tied up and blindfolded and played with, I want it to be with a group. I want to be surrounded, having no idea who is playing with what/where. A complete sexual mosh pit. All holes filled at all times.

I'll be good. I promise.

Thank You Sugasm

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:47:00 +0000

Welcome to our Sugasm visitors from around the world, and thank you very much to everyone who voted for us in the most recent round of Sugasm entries!

Sugasm #43

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:39:00 +0000

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I have to admit it's getting better.....

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 21:33:00 +0000

It's getting better all the time.

And it is. This posting will encompass our entire weekend, rather than two separate posts about two separate experiences. They were each exquisite, and deserve two separate entries, but for the sake of time alone, I will combine them.

Saturday was a splendid day. Sleeping in and staying naked under my satin bathrobe to drink coffee and read from a Don Delillo novel until the late afternoon hours. It is so wonderful to have a lazy morning with the sun glaring down and the ac humming.

While being lazy, I looked out of my floor to ceiling kitchen window to see Dragon looking entirely too sexy and edible in his levi cutoff shorts, work boots, Ugly Mug t-shirt, Pink Floyd hat backwards, ear protectors and shades. Had our nosy neighbors not been visible, I would have taken him right then and there.

After this leisurely first half of the day, I knew I had to prepare myself for the second half. I fought, vehemently, the purchase of a new outfit in preparation for our dinner dates. I knew that I had enough sexy attire, and new clothing was not a necessity. Good thing too, because I chose a red satin top that showed enough cleavage to turn heads.

We were meeting with Stan and Sheila for a swanky dinner in a historic part of town and then heading back to their place for some scotch and fun afterwards (thank you Stan for the wonderful scotch - again!)

We were running late, as usual unfortunately (my fault), and hopped in her new vehicle loaded with gps and a HEMI. Only chicks with balls get wet in talking about their HEMIs. We arrived, parked on the curb, and walked to the beautiful restaurant that Sheila had researched and selected.

Sheila and I excitedly looked over the martini list, ordered our flavors and then pounced on the gorgeous menu. Selections made and ordered, we started our dinner of terrific drinks, food and conversation.

Following dinner, we walked a block to a Karaoke bar where we made fun of the American Idol wannabes, talked up the local football team fans, complete with jerseys, and had a blast. We commented on how we would have so much fun coming back to the place for a full evening.

Sheila was pretty well toasted at this point, hopping into the back seat of her HEMI loaded vehicle next to me and laid back in her seat bragging about the fact that she had been pantyless all evening. My fingers traced her thighs, while she put a foot up on either side of Dragon's head up in the passenger seat. Stan stroked her pussy. What a fun ride home.

Once back at their place we sat on their deck drinking and smoking (she and I smoked), flirting and talking about experiences and took their advice on how to corrupt vanilla friends. Then we took our fun inside.

They took us upstairs to a spare bedroom where Sheila was lighting candles. She stripped down to her birthday suit, and I joined in. We were naked on the bed, and the men took their posts on either side of her while I dived between her thighs. She tasted wonderful - tangy, spicy, sweet....all of my favorite flavors. I inserted my fingers into her moist pussy and licked her clit while the boys kissed her and squeezed her nipples. I brought this beautiful lady to what was my first female orgasm. Yay me!

My memory gets fuzzy at this point, but she licked my pussy, they licked my pussy, they teased my nipples, Stan finger fucked me (such skill, my dear), and fucked me, Sheila and I went down on Dragon together (his favorite fantasy turned reality), and it was a total and complete communal bed sexperience. This is something that we've been wanting more than anything. Unlike the pairing off we had experienced to this point.

Since Stan and Sheila were repeats for us, I was less conflicted about body image issues, and feeling much more relaxed and confident. Thank god! This, by far, ranks at the top of our swap experiences thus far. I know more will follow - hopefully with them and with others!

All three worked very hard to make me cum, but to no avail. My body just refuses to cooperate in this situation. Damn me! That aside, it was a TREMENDOUS evening, and we thank our lovely dates/hosts for this. This is a wonderful couple that we look forward to seeing much more of, both in and outside of the lifestyle.

Sunday we met some VERY dear friends of ours who have only been issued a couple# up to this point. We must name them. I will call them Leopold and Lambourghi. We met them at a movie theater downdown to see Little Miss Sunshine (a terrific film) and then to dinner at a terrific area restaurant. We were having a great time, and headed back to their place to feed my reality show addiction (Big Brother - the only reality show I watch).

Now, I must interject here and say that we have never played with Leopold and Lambourghi. They are great friends, and we love them so dearly. We have forged a close friendship, and with one or more of the 4 of us lacking chemistry, we just never got to a point of playing together. Always fun flirtations, but never full-on play. After some fun of having me try on some souveneir t-shirts they purchased for me, first with bra and then no bra, and then after a game of adult jenga, all bets were off.

We had a ball. These are such good people, and it all just seemed to flow so naturally. It progressed, for me, without forethought or any hesitation. None whatsoever. There was a level of trust and comfort and I was able to strip down and be played with. I enjoyed myself so much.

There was no full swap here, just some fun and play - soft swap only - but it was a terrific experience. Thank you Leopold and Lambourghi!!!! You guys continue to rock and we just cherish and treasure you immensely!!!!!! And Leopold, I hope that I at least introduced myself as a worthy blow job giver.

In the fun of last night, I did discover a new sex toy that I must at some point own for myself. It was a glass c-shaped sex toy. Woo!!! Thank you for that demonstration Leopold!

All in all, we had such a great weekend. And I am happily getting over some of my hangups.

Skinny Dipping

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Tue, 15 Aug 2006 21:14:00 +0000

I thought she was joking when she suggested it. I thought that she'd decline when I picked a spot on the small, rural roadside river we'd been snorkling along. How delightful to be wrong. She quickly took her suit off and tossed it on the rock where I was sitting, taking my own off. I hopped into the water and ducked under to look at her naked body, smooth and hairless, elegantly curving.

The sunlight, disrupted by the wavelets on the surface, danced over her skin. Her breasts floated in front of her, nipples either alert at the stimulus or hard from the chill. Already aroused by watching her gracefullness in the water while snorkling to this spot, I grew hard looking at her, despite the chill of the water.

We explored the hidden spaces in the spot, between the boulders and fallen trees, pointing out a fish here and there. We savored the water washing over all of us, our bodies free from restriction and gravity.

I noted her walking on tiptoe along a sandbar and moved up behind her. I surfaced and stood, and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled and we kissed and the firm warmth of her body against mine contrasted with the formless cool of the water around us.

We kissed deeply, and when she lost her tenuous tiptoe hold on the sand beneath she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around my back. I held her now weightless body and positioned myself to enter her. How easily I slipped in, and as we kissed and wriggled I could feel both the slick wetness from her and the cold friction of the water following me in. I bounced her off of my hips over and over just for the fun of it, never really building up the sensations. I pried her arms from my shoulders and spun her 180 degrees on my cock, so that she was facing down, only her snorkel above the water, and using her hips as handles I continued to thrust.

I had been aware of the sounds of a family splashing just around the bend, but I could hear them no longer.

I pulled out of her and set her down, and with a kick coasted to a boulder with a plateau rising out of the water. I sat there, reclining back, my stiff rod undaunted by the breeze that raised goosebumps across my arms. She dropped her mask in the water and I chided her to forget about it, to come continue the fantasy.

She rested her elbows on my thighs and engulfed him, her head bobbing up and down with her hair slicked back, an excellent view I am not usually afforded. A small crash in the woods nearby caused her to stop and look around, but by then we didn't care if we were watched. A second later and she was again taking him to the very back of her throat.

She looked up at me and confirmed we were both thinking the same thing. I slipped back into the water and stroked him as she kissed my ears and pinched my nipples. As I come close to the climax she pulls away from me and watches him with a smile in anticipation. I look at her and it is her beauty and vulnerability, her unabashed nakedness to me and the world, that sends me over the edge as he silently sends four oddly shaped shots into the water. Each in succession, brilliant white and seeming to disintegrate at the edges. We look for a moment, then smile and chuckle and kiss more.

I dive to find her mask. I toss her suit to her and put my own back on. I look down to see the white strands resting on the sand, a few feet below the surface.

We fix our masks again and head back upstream.

She speaks....

noreply@blogger.com (Lola) — Fri, 11 Aug 2006 00:17:00 +0000

Sorry folks for not speaking up until now. I tend to stay pretty busy, and setting time aside to make a post tends to take a back seat from time to time. Especially where kids are concerned.

I want to give a brief post about our enjoyable evening with Josh and Julianne, but it won't be as in depth or detailed as I would prefer. So have patience, and know that more will follow.

Josh and Julianne were everything we expected them to be and more. We knew we would enjoy their company, and knew, somewhat, from pictures we had seen that they were both gorgeous. And they were! Julianne had that long gorgeous red hair that I covet, and Josh was too cute, handsome, and adorable for words.

The only part of the evening that I want to delve into at this point is the awkwardness that seeps into an evening with a playful couple when both couples can be a bit shy. Now, I want to preface this by saying that Dragon can be ANYTHING but shy, but he is always a gentleman, and will consistently defer to the ladies in these lifestyle scenarios. The unwritten rule is that the lady takes the lead.

When I'm alone, sitting here with a glass of wine, I can feel my assertive side take a grip from deep within, and I can "grow a set" for lack of a better phrase. But when a situation is realized, I am suddenly, like a turtle, thrust back into my shell wanting desperately for someone else to take over - male or female. I'm not quite sure how to break out of that shell without seeming like a terrible geek.

I SO wanted to be much more aggressive with both Josh and Julianne. For the evening's purposes, dining and drinking, I would have probably been more aggressive with Josh, had I gotten the nerve. Some touches. Some flirtatious remarks. That was inside of me, but the "ballsy" Lola chose, instead, to be shy. If I could, I would kick my own ass for that.

This shyness progressed throughout the evening. The quandry, we found, is when all four participants suffer from the same disorder. The evening progressed slowly, but we all were having fun in the meantime.

Once in the hotel room, I remained shy (not quite the right balance of liquor to soften my inhibitions, I think), and when we all got on the bed together, my shyness turned into a horrible complex about my body.

I've talked about my body within the screens of this blog a time or two. Childbirth and nursing have taken their toll on what are strong abs underneath scarring, and perky breasts lowered to a sag when positioned incorrectly. The entire night I was completely overtaken by my feelings of inadequateness in this area. Dragon continually stresses to me that this is foolishness on my part, and that there is nothing more sexy than a confident woman.

That's all well and good when I'm feeling sexy and confident, but when fingers roam my breasts, my stomach, my pussy for the first time, I'm left with that clenching fear of those touching those soft parts being put off. How do I overcome this mental battle within myself?

That aside, for moments I was able to be given over to the pleasure of her mouth, his mouth - three mouths licking my wet pussy. Three mouths sucking on my breasts. There's nothing more pleasurable, and in that I was able to receive and enjoy. I am grateful for that.

Julianne was exquisite, in form and in technique. She was determined to make me - last of the foursome - to reach orgasm. Thank you for that, dear lady. You are gifted.

Josh was beautiful as well, in form and technique. He gave my pussy such pleasure, and his cock was....well....an oral fantasy. I was able to make him come, and I was able to swallow the release that welled up inside of him - a first in our playtimes. It was delightful.

My take on the whole experience was that I need to find my "groove," that is the balance between aggressiveness, flirtatiousness, and sexuality. I need to find the sweet spot. It is something that I HIGHLY look forward to.

I have also recognized the benefit of playing with partners multiple times. Take my girl crush for example (she still is and I MISS her!!!!). The first time I experienced her, I was my same shy self, worrying about my body (even though I told her in advance of my shortcomings and fears). And she told me to stop worrying about it. I did, and had a wonderful time, The second time we played, however, my body image issues were not there. I didn't give it a second thought, because I knew that she knew my body already, so I had nothing to fear.

This, I think, will be key for me. I will be able to relax SO much more when engaging with people we've already known and played with. So come on! I'm ready for seconds!!!! :-)

Thank you Josh and Julianne. You were wonderful. You were sexy. I do so welcome more.

Friday Night Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Tue, 08 Aug 2006 01:13:00 +0000

We had a fantastic time on Friday night with a fantastic couple who we had been looking forward to getting together with for several weeks. I'll let Lola tell you the details, I know that she plans to make a post about it, but while you're waiting I at least wanted to let you know that something great is coming. We're going to call them Josh and Julianne, for reasons known only to me!

Both are wonderfully engaging people with great tastes, excellent senses of humor and what seems like a very nice relationship. Julianne is just beautiful with a body to be truly envied. We put the emphasis on girl/girl time up front, and it was something extraordinary to watch Lola kiss Julianne so sensually, to see them gently fondle and suck on each other's breasts. Lola truly truly enjoys that time, and it's as exciting for me as it was the first time. I still have that teenage boy inside of me saying "OH...MY...GOD!" every time Lola's lips close around another woman's nipples. And what a rush to watch Lola licking a smooth, pretty pussy and then look up at me with a smile and say "your turn." Julianne's fruit was oh so lucious.

I was quite pleased to have brought Julianne up and over the crest of the happy mountain with my tongue and fingers while her hands and mouth were occupied with Josh and Lola, and afterwards she let me lay back and enjoy the oral pleasure that only a truly skilled woman can provide. For the first time since we've started playing I was able to cum with another woman. Fantastic.

The rest of the evening was really Lola's experience, so I'll let her provide the details.

I think that we're not as green as we were at the beginning of the year, we're becoming much more comfortable and understanding better how to get what we want out of our dates. Hopefully that adds up to a better experience for everybody. We're really hoping to have repeat experiences with the people we've already had one experience with to see how it changes on the second time around. That certainly goes for Josh & Julianne.

In a subsequent post I'll explore questions about the etiquette of sharing a hotel room with a couple one has just met. Look for Lola's post soon.

Summertime Malaise

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 02:08:00 +0000

Oh so many ambitions we had. Got off to a roaring start of new people, took our mid-summer break for kid time. We needed the breather. And then we anticipated a second strong run.
But it hasn't materialized. For one reason and another, we've been either unavailable or simply satisfied with staying home together on any given entry. Summer draws to a close in a few weeks, and our time becomes limited again.

But on the bright side, diminishing opportunity has a way of motivating us to go out and find new adventures. Lola gets a sexy new toy for her birthday tomorrow. And I know that she is desperately wanting girl/girl time. Look for your invitation in the mail.

So fear not. Though we've been in a summer slow summer daze, we'll have more for you soon.

The Perfect Evening

noreply@blogger.com (Dragon) — Sun, 23 Jul 2006 22:36:00 +0000

She: Ordered & brought home good chinese food.
He: Set out candles, wine, chopsticks and music.
They: Had a lovely conversation on the sofa about Dane Cook's "my first blowjob" comedy routine.
She: Gave him a blowjob on the sofa.
He: Thanked her profusely. Wondered how he got so lucky.

They: Watched The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada (review)

She: Wanted to watch internet porn (Arianna's First DP)
He: Was happy to oblige her. Wondered how he got so lucky.
She: Lay next to him and stroked and sucked his cock while fantasizing that she was the girl in the movie

He: Pumped her to an earth-shattering orgasm with his cock, hands and thick rubber dildo when the movie was over.
She: Caught her breath as he lubricated his cock.
He: Slid his cock into her ass and pumped hard as she told him how glorious it felt the first time he fucked her in the ass .
He: Came for the second time since dinner.
He: Wondered how he got so lucky.

Ice water. Sleep.

What a marriage.