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Man, Woman, Man, Man

28 Sunday Apr 2019

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I’ve been toying around with this impulse for a few years. I have literally been in every type of sensual situation there is.  With some exceptions (beastiality, excessive bondage & a few more).  Maybe it’s the maturing factor that has me teetering on the edge of settling down.  What I want is a relationship with a woman and a man, weather it be under one roof or three different roofs. I would even consider two guys and myself. I just don’t think my mechanics is meant for the traditional man-woman type relationship.  I’m more apt to being true to two than being tied to one…

Of course I’ve tried the one on one as we dove into the world of Swingers. That was interesting and there were some fun moments. We traveled the tropics and basked in the warm sun, gentle breezes, clear waters, sex on the beach with the wife while the husband watched, or the wife going down on me while I engaged in fellatio with her spouse. Or my partner having anal with the wife while the spouse perform cunnilingus on me.

I think the most memorable was being on the west coast, we met this couple at a Super Swingers party.  We went to a mutual room had traditional Swinger’s sex and went our separate way. The sex was delicious! Two nights later, we entered one of my favorite west coast dining spots a little early for our reservation, we decided to sit at the bar until our table was ready. In walks the couple from two nights ago. We decided why not have dinner together. As we dined, of course we reminisced, rehashed the delights we had enjoyed. A couple of bottles later we were on our way to their place to create more delicious memories.  The women traveled together, as did the men. We texted rules as we traveled to their home. Things like; no clothes allowed past the foyer. Stop word would be “red”. Other than moaning, sounds of pleasure, no sentences necessary.  Upon arrival I undressed completely, I then undressed my partner, who in turn undressed the husband (interesting, I thought to myself) and he undressed his wife. As he removed her thong panties, he inserted sliver Ben Wa balls into her vagina. She attached silver nipple clamps on my rock hard nipples and began to finger fuck me, lubing my clit with my juices. I dropped to my knees and began sucking both penis’, making them both bob up and down with sexual excitement. Ben Wa balls were inserted into my wet pussy and I had my first climax. The husband began to masturbate oozing clear juice that he used to rub on his wife’s pink nipples. As they hardened he attached a set of gold nipple clamps. While she rubbed my clit, gathering juices, she began to rim my anus. I began to rub her clit and inserting my wet fingers into her husband’s mouth, he suck my fingers like a cock. Nipple clamps were put on both men’s nipples and a cock ring was put on the husband. The Ben Wa balls were removed from the wife and my partner inserted his rock hard penis in her dripping wet pussy. She climaxed as he fucked her doggy style while she licked and sucked my pussy with Ben Wa balls still inserted. I was wild with a cascade of climaxes. My partner pulled out of the wife’s wetness and the husband began to lick his wife’s juice off of my partner’s raging cock. While he sucked my partner I sucked him. The wife moved in behind me and began to to rim my anus with her tongue and  darting in and out of my anus. When my partner climaxed, the husband inserted his hard cock into my anus while my partner masturbated my clit. The husband climaxed, I climaxed, my partner licked the wife’s clit, she climaxed and my partner climaxed again while the husband masturbated his once again hard cock.  While in the shower, my partner soaped the wife’s anus, inserted his cock as she inserted a life size rubber penis into the the her  pussy. The husband inserted a penis dildo into my pussy, I soaped my anus and guided him inside.

It’s moments like those that confirm my desire for a man woman relationship. I’ve tried the sites. But they’re either newbies, not sure of what they want, no experience, couples who hop from one person to the next or the quirky couple likes to have sex in cars and public places.  I’m thinking a nice, maybe older couple who had swinging fun back in the day, still wants to enjoy the pleasures but ready to settle on one special lady.

Are you out there, somewhere?  Man, woman, man, man ready to share for the long term?

addie   addieg.blog@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

Simple Arithmetic

05 Wednesday Sep 2018

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It’s simple arithmetic. One plus two equals three. But this simple equation can become complex. It’s fairly simple when you have three eggs, three oranges, three bottles of beer, three people out for a jovial night of fun, three friends.

Complexity is, as they say, in the eye of the beholder.  L’amour de trois is open sex with three people, two men & a woman or two women & a man. There’s no complexity even if they trois frequently. They enjoy having sex with like minded people. The two men enjoy sexual intercourse with each other and they like the added bonus of a tits & pussy. There are plenty of married, conventional married couples that enjoy the company of another man. He may like to watch his wife engage with another man and the other man to engage with him. He sucking him off while he performs cunnilingus on the wife. It’s a matter of choice who actually penetrates who. The third party leaves and the couple goes back to normal.  That’s the simple arithmetic.

A couple discusses at length that they’d to have a third party join them. Discreet being the optimal desire in order to experience this forbidden desire. That can be simple arithmetic. A couple discusses that instead we want this third person to be there for us…for us exclusively. Not necessarily live with them, but any and all sexual activity with them and them only. The arithmetic has just become complex. Instead of the third person leaving to go home after a fun romp naked in the bedroom, they will likely stay overnight, in bed with them. This ritual will be repeated many times. The couple is now polyamory. It takes a strong relationship. A mutual respect by all. Consentement.

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I was in a polyamorous relationship several years ago. I had many regrets, but not the regrets you may think. I wish I had done more, been more to each of them. She was a no nonsense woman who felt she needed to wield her sword at every turn. Yet in the bedroom she became submissive and yielding. I remember the first time we were together at their farm. No not that kind of farm, a very nice piece of land on an inlet to a massive bay body of water. There were several out structures with house as the focal point as you traveled the half mile drive way to the portico. We had dinner, laughed at each others jokes about various things. He was a stern man in public but in the privacy of his domain he was very jovial, had a wonder laugh and would often have tears in his eyes while telling a funny story relating to his former profession. I remember thinking how great it was that I was chosen out of who knows how many other women who had responded to their polygamous solicitation. After dinner and tiding the kitchen, we sat on the porch wrapped in light blankets. He broke the ice, got up from beside her, to sit beside me and asked if he could kiss me…french kiss me. I still throb between my legs when I think about that first kiss. I removed my blanket exposing more for him to enjoy. As he moved my t-shirt above my breast, he discovered I wasn’t wearing a bra. Instantly his cock got pressing his trouser like an animal wanting to escape. I could hear her moan like a cat in heat and I unzipped his trouser, cupped his cock in my hand, beginning to masturbate him. When I felt that tiny drip of clear liquid, I moved to cup his cock in my mouth, going up and down, deep into my throat. His moans were  unmistakeable. And I as I always do, get so wet and horny when I am sucking on hard cock…she came over, stood next to us. I slid my free hand into her slacks and found a moist haven of soft pussy lips…she removed my slacks and began slicking my clit, driving me in sane with desire to be fucked by his cock that was now fucking my mouth… It was a natural switch him on his back, she on his face, me sitting on that sweet hard cock… She later watch as he lubricated me for anal play. I licked her wet pussy while he entered my throbbing wanting rear. He finger fucked my wet pussy while he slid in out with ease in my rear. We showered together. Had a snack. Later that night, he watched as she I found immense pleasure in each other. We were together for a long time. Traveled together. Dinner with their friends, who were non the wiser. How or why it ended, I’ll keep as my secret.

I’ve had several relationships since the polyamory and now I have that door opened to me again. Two plus one can be complex. What would you do? Addie

 

 

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Star, Bangle Fourth of July

07 Thursday Jul 2016

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I attended a Fourth of July pool party, with an old friend, who didn’t want to go stag and didn’t want to be tied an actual date all night. The house was gated, valet parking and by invitation only. So, I went as a plus one. I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew, since my friend and I run in different circles. He’s mostly local. I like to travel for my fun, so this was going to be something new and certainly out of my box, so to speak.

My first clue as we entered the custom stoned, circular driveway, were the greeters at the massive double teak front door entrance. Two women dressed in very tiny bikinis, just enough material to cover their areole and even smaller strips covering their hairless pubic area. Brazilian wax job came to mind. My nipples began to harden like a horny man’s penis would watching a those tight hairless pussies masturbating. The two guys who were standing on each side of the bare ass ladies offered my friend and I a choice of champagne, apple martinis or something stronger. We both selected sizzling tall glasses of champagne and entered the house.

Inside were more scantily clad ladies and the guys inside were shirtless, with very tight slacks that left nothing to the imagination. One of the shirtless guys guided us through the living areas of the house to the backyard and the massive pool and the to die for view of the river with the bridge in the far background that allowed boat passage to the bay. The music was electric but not overly loud, allowing low-toned conversations and waffles of laughter. It was, as I said, an unknown crowd, to me. But from what I saw at first glance, had great promise of being a fun night.  Brad and I found a tall table in the corner of the yard, closet to the dock. I hung my purse and my wrap from a hook under the table, reveling my halter bikini top and the low dip of my sarong showing my naval and the tiny tattoo at my bikini line.

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A couple of hours into the evening the music transitioned into a French themed that gave you a swaying motion. The conversations slowly became more moans and groans.  A few were in the pool, a man and a women kissing, here top at her neckline, another couple sitting on the steps to the water, her top in his hand, her hand in her bottom masturbating. At the other end were two gentlemen sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water and a tall bronzed woman taking turns sucking on their cocks that were bobbling for attention when she was sucking on the other. Brad had found an older woman who was fascinated with hefty endowment. I walked over and gave him a wet full tongue kiss as he pinched my already hard nipples. His invite to join him and his new friend was tempting, but I had my eye a gentleman who was watching the couple on the chase lounge, engaged in 6-9 foreplay. His cock was staining against his swim trunks, I walked up behind him, slid his very hard cock through the leg opening and began to masturbate it.  His knees became a little weak, I was stroking him to the rhythm of the music, pressing my breast and lower body against his and butt. With my free hand I began to fondle his nipple that got harder than mine. The couple on the chase lounge had changed positions-he was standing over her with his cock moving in and out of her mouth, they were completely naked. The gentleman I was stroking inched forward, kneeled down,with my hand still stroking him, he put his index and middle finger into her pussy and stroked her with the same rhythm as I stroked him. I was leaning over him, butt fully exposed. I felt my sarong drop to the ground, my bikini pulled to one side and small fingers enter my wet pussy. I rode her fingers to rhythm while I stroked the hard cock in my hand, larger hands began to tug and pinch my nipples, I quietly climaxed knowing I would cum again. When my pussy juice began to flow, I heard the woman who was finger fucking me moan with pleasure-let that cock go, I want to suck on your sweet pussy. I let the cock go, turned around to find the tall bronze woman licking her lips and smiling, the two guys she had been blowing, one was fingering her and the other was playing with my nipples. We moved to another chase, l lay on my back, she kneeled with her butt in the air and began to insert her very long and talented tongue into my wet pussy. One guy spanked her ass, kissed her ass and stuck his tongue into her pussy, she moaned with each motion. The other leaned over sucked my nipples giving me French kisses in my naval. I grabbed his throbbing cock and began to masturbate him and quickly pulled him into my mouth with him straddling the chase and fucking my mouth like a pussy.

Sucking cock makes me want to cum. I licked his head and inserted his cock deep into my throat, he moaned with delight. Just as he was about to cum I started stroking him with my hand. The other guy was still spanking the woman who was fucking my pussy with her tongue. When the cock I was stroking began to stream his precum juice the woman  moved up, took him in her mouth sucking him  to orgasm while she and I straddled each other with our pussy’s on each others thigh grinding our pussy’s to climax while the other guy and two more gentlemen watching stroked themselves to organism.

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After a shirtless waiter gave me a warm cloth and dry towel. I found my date, who about to fuck the older woman, but I wanted his cock. I grabbed another champagne walked over to them, stuck my fingers in her pussy, between her very large labia. I sucked on her nipples and lightly bite them, making them hard, she moaned. I whispered in her ear, I want to lick your pussy lips, lick your clitoris while my friend fuck me. She moaned breathlessly, yes. I had her sit over my face, facing Brad, who inserted his cock into my wet pussy. He kissed her and sucked her nipples while I flicked my tongue over her clit, licking her clean-shaven pussy lips. I inserted three fingers into her hot wet pussy while I sucked her clit, Brad fucked me. She climaxed got off my face, I turned over so Brad could fuck me doggy style.

The partner swapping went on for a couple hours…it was a great Fourth of July pool party. Not bad for a local gathering.

Addison

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Affirmative Spirit transcends to…

24 Friday Jun 2016

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Affirmative Spirit transcends to everything carnal.

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I began this blog a few years ago because I wanted to bring openness to carnal knowledge. I got away from it, not sure how or why, and found myself entangled in the adult world of online dating and affairs of married men and women. I’ll certain continue to bring those things to light, to talk about married men who are prone to “serial affairs” versus those who seek the comfort of a woman’s body. Forget the reasons. Men are prone to have sex and to have it often. Which is why gay men are more likely to have “open relationships”. And I kinda have to agree. Are we as human beings with all this brain power meant to be with one person?  I have nothing against marriage. I think it’s great for those who crave it, want it, need it. But why is it so imperative that one man dedicate his sexual needs and desires to one woman?  And why is a woman considered a whore, a slut, a low-life bitch if she has a desire to be sexual with more than one man?  To engage with someone other than her matrimonial spouse? It’s even sadder that society frowns upon the husband & wife that engages in swapping!  For pete’s sake, they’re consenting adults, betrothed in wed “lock” if they want to spice up their sex life with swapping, why the hell not? What is wrong with that?  Yet, if he tips out by himself he’s label a cheater!  If she’s licked to carnal bliss by another woman or fucked by another man, she’s labeled!

Some men actually derive sensual pleasure watching their wives being pounded by another man. They also like to watch another woman lick her clitoris, pinch her nipples, kiss her with lots of tongue. These are normal everyday people with mortgages, careers, children and some with grandchildren. It is a turn on for both to watch another man insert his cock into the wife’s pussy, lick her pussy close to orgasm and the husband takes over. Or another man to finger fuck her while she sucks his cock. And in some instances, the wife taking both men, one in the pussy the other in the mouth and some others (women) like to be fucked in the ass while she’s sucking a hard cock.

I have found them to be very stable individuals. Mature individuals who know what they desire and enjoy being sexual.  I for one would rather have sex with a man while his wife watches than have a clandestine affair with a married man who is stealing time for sex.  Some may say that’s thrilling, but I say having a wife watch me make her husband’s cock hard with my blow job skills makes me horny and wet. Granted there are some women who’d rather watch and not engage with another woman-the shy type. Once I get in to stroking his hard cock with my mouth, as he moans with pleasure, she’s likely to finger herself because she’s wet from watching me pump the clear pre cum juice from the tip of his throbbing cock. Some wives have dildos, some will want to sit on his face and watch as I bring him to full orgasm.  In those cases when he cums, she will cum his face and watch him lick me to full orgasm.  And if she’s not shy, it’s a full on threesome, she’s licking me while I suck her husband’s cock or I’m licking her while she sucks…He’s fucking me while she sit’s on my face. Or on occasion, I’m being fucked in the ass while she fingers my pussy and I’m sucking on her tits. Who says being a third wheel is a bad thing??

All normal stuff, that humans enjoy doing for carnal pleasure.

I’m meeting a new couple, I plan to blog about our journey.  I’ll get back to the Ashley Madison sagas when the new couple has filled their carnal cup.

Comments are most welcomed. Questions are always welcomed! You may comment or ask a question here OR you may email me addieg.blog@gmail.com

Signed, with love, Addie

 

How do I stop?

30 Tuesday Jun 2015

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I’ve flown by the seat of my pants for some time now. I categorize myself as a lone wolf. It was a way to free myself from the bounds of being accountable, having to explain and a bed partner when I wasn’t in the mood. It was a difficult, heartbreaking decision to break it off, but I felt if I was remotely thinking of doing something so rash, then it had to be done.

I did. He was hurt. I am sorry. But still, it was the best. The relationship was heading in a direction I wasn’t ready for…more to the point he wasn’t the guy. The wedding bells, blissful riding off into the sunset guy. Oh, he was sweet, he had a good heart, but he was just a little too controlling for my personality. No, I wasn’t going to prime him for threesome, adult clubs or private (invite only) sex parties. It wasn’t that kind of relationship. We were normal. It was a normal relationship. Work the week and enjoy our weekends, either at home (my house, usually) or off on a two adventure.

We’d wake, make coffee, I’d feed my girl, we’d change and head out for a nice early morning run. Enjoy cups of my favorite brew on the sun porch reading the morning paper while planning our day. A farmer’s market in out in the country, or a day tip just because. Dinner out or a fest at home of our market selections. He was a wonderful cook and we took turns. It was all so picture perfect. But when I looked in the mirror I saw no sparkle in my brown eyes. A girls knows when she’s happy, if she’s being honest with herself. The eyes tell it all. When men are happy, they tend to block out the other stuff. He was happy.

It’s been a year and I’m getting along fabulously. On a moments notice I decided to attend the 2015 French Open. Just me. I’ve done that a lot in past 13 months. I’ve found an excellent house and pet sitter who has been a Godsend. She’s great with my girl and she is perfect for my home.

Within a 14 day period, I had tickets to the opens last 3 days, a prime hotel and round-trip air tickets. I packed light, I had visions of shopping my way through the rue des Rosiers, the Place des Vosges, Printemps and Galeries Lafayette. And I wasn’t disappointed!

A woman alone, meandering through the streets of Paris. It was liberatice!  The food was fantastic! The Open was…well, the men’s match was very exciting as a new champion was crowned. And Serena didn’t disappoint the crowd of French aristocrats when she gave her winning, thank you speech in French…flawless French!

While my seat was not a nose bleeder, it wasn’t an inner circle-on the court seat either. Sitting in the mid section, I was seated between a British couple all three days, on the second day I realized they were together and married. I offered that the gentleman and I would exchange seats so he could sit next to his wife. As we sat 3 together we engaged in conversation during exchange of sides and in between sets. The wife and I had a couple of ladies’ room breaks together. By day 3, we greeted each other as old friends as we entered the stadium together. There was dinner afterwards. A stroll through the park by the Tower Eiffel. And we shared a kiss, husband and I at the wife’s request. It was a shy peck on the lips until she baulked that we should kiss as they French would kiss. We did. It was spine tingling. We walked and talked until we found our way back to their hotel. We sat in the lobby, at my insistence, I felt they needed to explore their options a little more. I sensed this would be a new experience for both and I wanted to make sure they were sure.

We headed up to the concierge floor, grabbed a bottle of French bubbly and began our exploration of each other. She was older than her husband. He was fairly handsome, with abs and tight butt. Her breasts were soft with evidence of her age, but she was well versed in the art of tonguing my clit making me wetter than I’d ever been. Once she’d gotten me wet while I licked and sucked on his hard as a rock cock, she wanted to watch as he inserted himself into my juicy pussy. She sat in a chair while we made out on the bed, as if she wasn’t there. I glanced over to find her naked, spread legged and masturbating. Pulling on her nipple and fingering her pussy, eyes focused on he and I, as he turned me over to fuck me doggie style. I offered to oblige her, she insisted that I enjoy her husband. He and I came together. It was tense, loud and hard. We enjoyed our post coitus bliss. She was very appreciative, but I felt it was I who should be thanking her. He was awesome. He wanted to shower together, we did, did it again in the shower, redressed and headed out for a late night drink in the lobby bar with some cheese and crackers.

I was beginning to feel a little exhausted. The sun at the stadium, the champagne, the wine, the orgasms, were catching up with me. She walked me to the Valet who hailed me a cab, we hugged, thanked each other and into the cab I went. I left the next day, departing CDG early afternoon for ATL. I occupied myself between meals with my iPod listening to an audiobook. But I could help asking myself several times; How do I stop? How do I stop being the lone wolf? Open and free for adventure, impromptu moments.

As I keyed the door to my garage, I was so happy to see my girl. We played our welcome home game, her bringing me all her favorite toys to play with at once. And in that moment, I decided; I don’t want to stop. I think I’ll get another German Shepherd puppy.

YOLO…go for it

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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Having been approached by an old “friend”, I’m considering taking him up on an offer to travel to hotlanta with him where we’ll meet a new friend of his for some holiday cheering in the city. This is a difficult offer to refuse. I’ve spent many pre holiday evenings in Atlanta, when the city it full of lights, laughter and unspeakable cheer. As unusual as the invite may seem, it is nothing new for me. Other than the pwarm city of Tampa, Atlanta is known for its bars, regular and titi bars. Both regular and upscale. And they’re also known for their “clubs” of the adult nature. The upscale clubs are the best, expensive for men but the best none the less. One in particular has its own indoor swimming pool, 4 bar areas to accommodate all types of shenanigans, the front area looks like a regular night club, with dj, a long bar, waitresses and a dance floor. The only differences are the porno flicks on the various screens and you must BYOB.  There’s ample security with a strict dress code, men pay a handsome price to enter dateless. The entrance has a canopy with valet service, lockers for changing, showers for after and several rooms clustered for privacy with larger open rooms grouped by couples only, singles and the ladies only.

I’ve enjoyed the place during different seasons, I have to admit, holiday season has the best vibe. Including my trek of six hundred plus miles, there are people from as far away as the west coast. My last 2 visit I went alone and promised myself that I would never again shackle myself entering with a man. Sure the car service was expensive, but it was well worth the cost leaving at 3 am after enjoying a bottle of my favorite wine. Now I’m being invited to share this fun place with someone I’ve been there with as a couple, a few years ago, on more than one occasion. The third-party is intriguing and temps me to say yes to the 3 day jaunt as a threesome. But over the past several months I’ve become a lone wolf, so to speak, and I am enjoying my new found freedom. I have to admit he and maybe she may cramp my style. Not knowing her, it’s a tough call. So I may consider saying yes with a caveat or two…I’ll stay at my favorite hotel in Buckhead, use my favorite car service and meet them for dinner and a fun night at my favorite “club”.  That’s fair. He’ll have his cake (his new friend) and he can eat it, too (me), he does that very well. It will be fun heading over to my favorite Buckhead mall to shop for a slinky something in fiery red to match my santa hat and strappy silver heels with the red bottoms.

So, I think I’ll say yes to the invite on my terms and look forward to a night of festive fun.   Naked bodies, voyeurs being a voyeur, couples, threesome, foursome and I do enjoy performing fellatio on him-she can watch…is too much to pass up. An in-depth report to cum.  YOLO!

When we last spoke…

30 Tuesday Sep 2014

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When we last we spoke I mentioned having joined an online site for meeting men. The site is specifically designed for women, it’s free but has a fee for men. You’re given a choice of displaying photos for public or private viewing.  There’s also a choice of mask or cross overs for the face in order conceal your full identity, yet give the viewer an idea of what you look like.

It was a ovewhelming task to keep up. The site became confusing with all the points of interest that men where able to contact you; private keys, private photo request, direct letters of introduction all with their own photos and profiles. I decided to trim it down to weekly perusing and creating a separate email account for the ones that I felt were interesting. Oy Vey!! Even that became a task unto itself. These guys expect, no strike that, they demand daily attention, some want to communicate several times a day. I ask you; Who has that kind of time during the day to want to email a stranger several times?  I took note that most of these strong request for email exchange were dated during the day hours, very few had night-time send times.  So these so-called lonely men, who were touting a single status, were probably married or had a significant other.

I made changes to my online profile; looking for married couples, opened minded, comfortable relationship…I can watch, be involved with one or both…whatever makes you most comfortable…prefer experienced couples, may consider first timers.  It’s fall, it’s been my experience that swinging couples like to get cozy when the leaves began to change and fall from the trees. It’s the crisp air, the onset of fire pitts, glasses of hot tardy or a robust glass of wine and chatter around the fire.

Couples are a funny thing. There’s the initiator, and the go along. It’s the go along  you must be concerned with and give him or her your undivided attention and make them, him or her, feel like they are the most precious or special person in the group. They’re excited about the prospect of being with another, a threesome or having their spouse watch or watching, but doing the do is a bird of a different colour. Porn is probably as close to seeing sex as they’ve ever been.  I usually ask that as my first question; How often do you watch porn? Is there something specific you’ve seen that you’d like to experience?  Most often if the woman is the initiator, it’s going to happen and happen more than once. If it’s the man, you’ve got a little work to do, just short of convincing. I stop when it turns into convincing. If you have to be cajoled into doing a threesome, then you’re not up for it, it’s not for you, and guaranteed to end if not badly, but on a sour note. Sex is supposed to be fun, fulfilling, enjoyed, exciting…anything other than that is bad karma.

I set my profile and headed off to the USOpen. And as the old saying goes; You always find what you’re looking for, when you’re not looking. A couple; her early 50’s, him early 60’s, located within a decent driving distance, tennis players, good shape, comfortable in their relationship and wanting to spice it up…Call me spice…

The Open was a get acquainted, our schedules haven’t allowed for dining and entertaining, as of yet…ten, four dinner and fun.

Fall blogging is going to be an

eotic ride…Libras love fall, it’s their time of the year.

 

A familiar place, fond memories

03 Thursday Oct 2013

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It’s been a fast week, already past hump day, heading into Friday. Thursdays are like a lull. You’re over the hump but not quite at the end, one more day ’til is a done week.
 
Tennis was great, yesterday. It may be call lunch league, not as point ranking as USTA League, but competitive just the same. The ladies often car pool when we’re visiting an away club. This in itself is very friendly, easy going, not big deal if you’re a minute late, unlike USTA League in which time is of the essence. We arrive, full of laughter, meeting and greeting those we know and those we just meet. The lunch menu is presented and we gleefully decide on what to eat after the matches, thus “Lunch League”. It’s all so friendly, until the first toss for the initial serve into the opponents court. Things change, the air cools, the smiles dissipate. We get down to business as our reputations are at stake, our clubs name is on the line and we must win all courts to return home as victors.  After tennis, things return to normal, so to speak…those who have loss are somewhat dumb struck and somewhat silent…it’s amazing that we can even call this fun tennis, but we manage to do so and are gracious winners, complimenting our host on a wonder meal, being such great players and thank you for your wonderful hospitality…until we meet again, at which point we gather to our appointed vehicles and head home. Yes, it was a great day we won all 5 courts in flying colors…who do we play next week?
 
I on the other hand having been a bit more of a rover, not having lived in a box, so to speak, was familiar with the area that the country club was located. I had been to a home on the water in the neighborhood several years ago to a party.  It was a “key party” a private gathering of liked minded couples and single ladies.  The property of the house was gated, very private, pool, pool house, all of the amenities one would expect for the neighborhood.  Men dressed in slacks and polo shirts. Women dressed in low cut, back out, no bra sundress and commando (if you get my drift).  The music is piped throughout the house by a very talented DJ. As the booze flowed the evening heated to a roaring fire. People swimming, lounging by the pool, hanging around laughing and chatted about carnal events and adventures. Wondering who’ll get to go home with whom.  Most had already secured a motel room with ice and libations awaiting. But the keys were the prelude of the evening. Upon entering the house, earlier in the evening, each person was required to put a key they’d received with their invitation into a pre printed envelope and drop this envelope into the slot of the locked box sitting on a table. Some would be host and others would be guest. The host would blindly select an envelope and the guest would be their fun for the night. On this particular evening I was chosen by a couple who would prove to be a lot of fun, because I was the lucky guest of the owners of the house.  As the others began to group off as the keys were selected, mulling their way to the door, I wandered to the back, out by the pool and removed the only piece of clothing I had on, my sun dress, and sauntered into the pool. The water was luke temp, but my nipples were made to stand erect, not so much because of the water, but probably excited for my good fortune.  She was a large woman, but very well groomed, he was tall with piercing blue eyes, salt and pepper hair and was well endowed.  We played in the water for a while, she liked to watch and she did as he had his way with my breast, his long fingers sliding in and out of my wet vagina, I was ready and wanted him…his wife joined us, going down on him while he played with my ever so wet clean shaven lips. My fingers found her soft plump breast and gave each of them the attention they deserved.  Then she pulled out this large penis looking dildo, turned it on and inserted it into her vagina. She moaned with delight and told her husband to enter me…as he did, she began to give him direction on how fast to slide his warm very firm cock in and out of my wet vagina. My clit was hard and wanted to be touched, I tried to reach for it, but she moved over, pushed my hand away and she began to rub it for me, the 3 of us exploded at the same time….the night was far from over.
 
Isn’t is nice when you don’t live in a box, go to a place and have such fond memories?