Swinging in the Suburbs

I am feeling so ultra horny lately.  Monday night I dragged my husband out on a sexual shopping spree.  We first went to The Fantasy House, but their stuff is generally overpriced, so we didn’t buy anything and went to Target instead.  The main purpose of my trip was buying some lube since I had just used up my small bottle.  Hubby had heard good things about Astroglide, so we got a small bottle of that and I also bought some KY Natural Feeling Liquid lube.  I bought a pack of AA batteries for my white butterfly vibrator, which I haven’t  used much since I got my Hitachi Magic Wand, but that I am thinking I would like to take out of hibernation.  (Or what do you call it when a butterfly is in its cocoon??)  After I made my purchases, hubby started filling up with some stuff for himself!  A box of 36 Trojan ultra thin condoms and a Trojan vibrating cock ring!  After all those purchases I had to organize our toy bag and made hubby his own little travel bag with all his little “surprises.”

Right now I am watching Dirty Dancing on cable.  That movie has a way of sparking my sexuality and making me horny.  I’m sure any women reading who came of age in the mid-80s can relate.  The movie was so popular and I remember it being rented for every slumber party I attended for at least a couple of years.  We were all so infatuated with the story and watching Jennifer Grey’s character have her sexuality awakened by her older lover.  It still has the same effect on me today.  I’m not sure if it’s simply an effect of recalling the feelings it gave me in the late 80s or if it is still relevant to my experience today?   Right now it’s at the “She’s Like the Wind” part and I can feel my pussy aching for some intensely emotionally charged sex.   Cause it really was just about the sex for Baby and Johnny, wasn’t it??  I mean it’s not like we think they got married after the movie, do we?

Okay almost to the part where “nobody puts Baby in the corner”, so I gotta run!

To follow up my last post, the day after I had that little text message exchange with my hubby, a new friend asked if I might be able to slip away for some playtime on Saturday.  Although I had an extremely busy weekend with the kids and running them to all their activities, I did have a few hours in the afternoon free.  I double checked with my hubby and let my new friend know that I could meet him at about 3:30.   He asked me to suggest someplace that was close to me, so I gave him the name of a motel about 5 miles from home that hubby has used with a friend.  It’s clean, convenient, and cheap!  Perfect for lifestyle trysts.

The anticipation with this particular playmate was pretty intense.  We’ve actually been out a couple times with some very nice “making out”, but we hadn’t actually had sex yet.  I know I was excited to finally find out exactly how much fun we could have together.

I got home from my son’s hockey game about 2:30 and hopped in the shower to get ready for my date.  I had allowed myself almost a full hour to get ready.  I took my time shaving and moisturizing, doing my hair and makeup, and slipping into something clean and casual.  Prior to getting dressed, I got a text from my date saying that he wasn’t going to make it after all.   I texted him and immediately got a phone call back from him letting me know that he had made some arrangements and we were still on for 3:30.  I gave him the name and location of the hotel and told him to call when he was close.

Once he arrived, he checked in and texted me the room number.  He met me in the hallway and walked me to the room.  I really enjoyed the fact that we had met a few times prior because I wasn’t at all nervous or uncomfortable.  I lit some candles that I had brought along; I HATE having sex with all the lights on!! We kissed for a bit and started messing around on top of the bedspread.  I quickly stopped to get us onto the nice clean sheets and we joked about me being germ-o-phobic.  But everyone knows they don’t wash those hotel spreads and people have sex on them all the time.  GROSS!  I jokingly said that the bedspread was probably stained with my husband’s cum from his own visit(s) to the place.  Once I brought that up, my playmate was more agreeable to my suggestion of getting us in the sheets.  LOL

So I really need to get better about blogging these experiences right after they happen so I can really remember how the sex actually progressed.  We kissed and rubbed our bodies together and he, of course, went down on me, since I had expressed earlier my affinity for that particular sex act.  He did a very nice job of arousing me, although I’m not sure if he is one of those men who LOVE to eat pussy.  I remember at one time saying to him something like “just a little bit longer, please baby” while gently guiding his head back down to my sweet throbbing pussy.  I also enjoyed wrapping my lips around his thick, hard cock.  Some men have a slight curve to their penis, but this guy’s is very straight, thick, and symmetrical.   I’m not a girl who can give hard, fast blow jobs.  Instead I prefer to gently arouse with my tongue and lips making the cock ache and throb in anticipation of more.  I like to engulf the cock in my mouth, while barely touching my lips to the shaft, enticing it to grow so that it can feel my lips.  I like to slowly take more and more of it into my throat until I gag slightly; I can’t quite deep throat, but I will try!  I did all of this to his gorgeous cock and then asked him if he was ready to fuck me.

He put on the condom and kept the hard on.  Hooray!   We fucked doggy style for quite a while and then tried some other positions as well.   He had two techniques that he used while fucking me.  Once was nice, the other not exactly my cup of tea.   Many guys try the kind of fucking where they thrust into me with one quick, hard thrust.  I’ve not yet found someone who can do that in a way that I enjoy.  The other thing he tried was awesome.  He fucked me slow and steady, but pulling out enough with each thrust that the head of his cock had to “pop” back into me each time.  Not quite all the way out, but enough that I could feel the ridge of his head at the opening to my vagina.  It was really, really nice and kind of new.

During our encounter, I would hear his breathing and pace start to quicken.  I remember one time begging him not to cum yet.  He assured me that he promised not to cum until I asked him to.  He followed through on that promise too.  Mmmmmmmmm!!  I like that!  We had a wonderful time and then chatted for a bit in bed about his parties and some mutual acquaintances.  Then I had to leave and get back to the kids.

That evening at my son’s second hockey game, some of the parents said that they had stayed between the games and gone out to lunch.  I slyly smiled thinking about what they would think if they knew I how I spent those same hours.   I spent the rest of the afternoon in a very good mood and excited to tell my husband all about my naughty play time.   I wanted to fuck again within a few hours.  I really think my ideal playdate would consist of sex, followed by going out for a meal, a movie, or some other kind of “vanilla” date, and then returning for another round of sex.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?!

So I didn’t give this playdate a blog-name yet.  Trying to think of something that describes him, but isn’t too close to his actual handle on Lifestyle Lounge. For now, he shall remain unnamed. In fact, I’m not sure I am liking the handle-idea for the purposes of this blog anyway.

My husband is out of town for the holiday weekend and I didn’t feel like doing any of the NYE parties alone. We had a little text exchange yesterday on his drive out of town that cracked me up:

HIM: Happy new year babes!  Hope you are having a great day.. and thanks again for being so cool with me going this weekend.. Just let me know how to make it up to you ; )

ME: Sex with black men and bi-sexual men**

HIM: What about straight white guys?**

ME: Yes those too.

HIM: Hmmmm.. well you drive a hard bargain.. Ok.. I can do that. ; )

That little exchange made me smile.  I mean isn’t compromise the most important thing for a successful, happy marriage?

Notes:
** I will have to create a post describing my fantasies involving bi-sexual men.
** My husband is both straight and white.

So I was on this Craigslist kick a while ago trying to meet some couples for hubby and I to play with and trying to find some men for me to have solo dates with or for threesomes with my hubby.  It really was not too successful at all.  Craigslist is just so different from any of the swinger sites.  You have to do so much work to get to know folks on CL, emails back and forth, cajoling them to send pics, etc.  On a swinger site, you can browse ads all day long and the profiles can be pretty detailed which means you can get a good feel for someone’s personality BEFORE you invest a bunch of time emailing or talking with them.

Craigslist is good, however, for the random hook up type thing.  One guy on there happened to catch me on a good day a while back.  This was before I got my new job, so I was home a lot during the day.  So on this particular day, the CLPhoneSex guy suggests that we have some phone sex.  I was horny, so I figured, “why not”.  I got naked, plugged in my Hitachi Magic Wand, blocked my number and gave him a call.

He was really great at phone sex!  I masturbated while he aurally aroused me with his naughty, naughty stories.  He got me VERY turned on talking about sucking other guys’ cocks and all sorts of other nasty stuff.  It was really fucking HOT!  I had a few really great orgasms with him.  When the phone call was over, he said that he couldn’t wait to meet me.   Myself, on the other hand, was feeling pretty satisfied with how things went and felt no desire whatsoever to take things to the next level.

Basically it was a one time thing as far as I was concerned.  He has since sent me a couple emails and some yahoo messages wondering when we might talk again and I’ve basically just ignored him.  I can’t decide if that makes me rude or not?  I basically just used the guy for my own orgasmic needs with no real desire to actually meet him.  Is that wrong?  Am I just someone else’s Mr TallBaldnHandsome??

Hello out there!  Life has been so ultimately crazy lately.  I hope you all didn’t think that the disappointing sex in my last blog turned me off from the lifestyle for good.  Couldn’t be more wrong.  I’ve had some really fun times since then.  We went to another large hotel party last weekend and I had so much fun, flirting and kissing and meeting new friends.  Had a wonderful date last night with a guy.  We don’t know him very well, so I made it pretty clear that I really wanted to have time to get to know him and that sex would not likely be on the table.  We hit it off pretty well and spent a lot of time getting to know each other over some drinks.  Then we went to a seedy little strip bar and spent a bunch more time getting to know each other.  He picked the place.  He said that he takes dates there as a test to see how they react.  He liked my reaction cause I told him how much I love those kind of places.

Anyway……new full time job has been keeping me busy which is why I haven’t had much time to blog lately.  Have a bunch of stuff happening through this week and then I will be able to breathe a bit.  So bear with me, by the first Monday in December, life will be MUCH less stressful!

So I’ve written many posts by now about some very fun playtimes I’ve had.  Here is my first post about a recent experience that just wasn’t satisfying at all.  It’s my own fault, but sometimes these things happen.

For the purposes of this blog, let’s call the playmate in question: nakedinthecity.

MrNakedintheCity and I have been yahoo chatters for quite a while now.  Maybe even a year or so.  It’s been pretty fun, but he and his wife have never managed to actually have time to go out as a foursome.  Maybe about 6 months ago or so, he and I actually met in person at a mutual friend’s birthday celebration.  He seemed cute and I remember thinking wow, that’s a nice surprise.

That birthday celebration was the only time I’ve actually seen him in person, but we’ve continued flirting and chatting online a bit.  Anyway on Wed, we were discussing how nice it would have been if he had walked me to my car the night we met and we had taken the opportunity to play kissy face and other games.

Long story short (since as you will see later, its an appropriate storytelling device for this particular story), he invited me to his house on Wed morning for a quickie.  My husband was super excited and asked me to send him photos.  So I drove to his place and went inside.  First thing I noticed is that he wasn’t as cute as I had remembered.  He led me to the basement, where his family room and office are.  We basically started kissing right away and he had that “morning smell” of someone who hasn’t showered or maybe yet brushed his teeth.  It wasn’t completely disgusting or anything like that, but also not “freshly” prepared for a playdate.  I’ll fuck my husband in the morning without a shower/shave/toothbrushing, but a playmate is different.  I was *almost* going to tell him I changed my mind and leave, but instead decided to stay.

He put some towels down for us on this couch/chair thing and we played for a very short time.  He ate me out a bit and I tried to snap a couple pics, but couldn’t get the right angle.  Then he fingered me and he snapped a few photos.  Then he pulled a condom from behind the books on his bookshelf and fucked me, again snapping a few pics.  He was fucking me pretty slowly and I wanted an orgasm (since he hadn’t given me one yet), so I started trying to get it going faster/harder/at the right angle/etc.   In very short order, he came.  He was willing to keep plugging away, but I don’t like to do that after a guy cums cause the cum-filled condom can start slipping around and that kind of defeats the whole purpose.  So I pulled away from him.

He went into the bathroom and I put my clothes back on.  I checked out the pics and thanked him for taking photos that I knew my hubby would enjoy.  I was back in my car 25 minutes after pulling up in front of the house.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  It was probably one of the least sexually satisfying experiences I’ve had in the lifestyle.  Although, at least he was able to stay hard and actually fuck me.  I’ve had that problem with some men too.

My hubby enjoyed his pics, but I made him delete them all.  I am WAY too nervous about them getting into the wrong hands.

As for MrNakedintheCity??  Well he now knows what it’s like to fuck me.  But I don’t think I’ll be seeking out a repeat of that one.

I have heard rumor that some swinging couples don’t “kiss” the other couple when they swing.  It seems that kissing is too intimate or romantic or something.  Personally I have NEVER yet met a couple that won’t kiss.  I think it’s absolutely crazy! My first reaction is that these non-kissing swingers have likely watched the movie Pretty Woman one too many times.  In case you don’t know, Pretty Woman is a movie about a prostitute (Julia Roberts) working in Hollywood.  She and her hooker friend Kit have a rule that they DO NOT kiss their Johns.  Julia’s character gets picked up one night by Richard Gere who wants to pay her to be “his” for the entire week.  It makes prostitution look all glamourous and sexy and lucrative.  Anyway, eventually they fall in love and blah, blah, blah!

It’s not that I don’t understand the argument that kissing is too intimate.  I agree that kissing is probably way more intimate than actually fucking someone.   Sex doesn’t have to be intimate.  In fact it can be very impersonal.  Mouth kissing on the other hand is something that demands or perhaps creates some intimacy between partners.  So I agree with those who claim that kissing is more intimate than fucking.

However, I like that feeling of intimacy.  Certainly I am not in the lifestyle to find a new life partner, but I’m also not looking for random, nameless, faceless sex.  I want a connection with my playmate that lasts at least as long as the encounter and preferably longer.  Kissing is one of the things that makes me WANT to have sex with you.  The right kiss can create an intense desire to take things to the next level.  Interestingly, it’s also a way that swingers often say “hello” and “goodbye” and “wow, you’re looking nice tonight.”  For many of the people I meet, kissing may be all that we do; it’s never going beyond that.

This topic is on my mind because we went to a swingers party on Saturday night.  In our state, on-premise sex clubs are pretty much illegal, so we have social events/dances where we meet, dress sexy, flirt, kiss, and dance.  Folks typically then leave the party to play in their hotels.   Saturday night’s event was held in a hotel ballroom and there were probably between one and two hundred people there.   I was feeling way under the weather, as in I probably shouldn’t have even been there.  But I went anyway and just told people I wasn’t kissing that night in order to help avoid spreading my germs all over the place.

It was a little awkward to experience being a non-kisser for the night.  I felt out of place and unconnected to people.  I felt less sexy and less flirtatious.  I realized how much I enjoy kissing and how happy I am that we are a couple who DOES kiss!  Kissing is where it all starts for me.

One guy risked his health and kissed me full on anyway.  While he was kissing, he pulled my hair nice and hard.  SWOON!  Oh my gosh, I REALLY like that!  Then he told me that he that he was really wanting to fuck me that night.  The two of us have been at some of the same house parties, but we haven’t actually had sex yet.  I told him next time for sure!  Anticipation is an awesome thing!

I have so many stories and ideas for posts that I feel like I could blog for about 3 months non-stop.  This is a good thing because it (supposedly) means that I won’t run out of things to blog about.   Currently I have three drafts started:

1. I have a post started on probably one of the most common questions people have regarding “the lifestyle.”  That would be the question of STIs.
2. We went to a swingers gathering last night, so I have a post about that as well.
3. I am also starting a page which discusses my playmate philosophy.

Those posts will have to remain unfinished right now, because I need to blog/journal about a certain guy and my responses to him.  MrTallBaldnHandsome and I first began corresponding a little less than a year ago.  He and his girlfriend were listed on Lifestyle Lounge’s booty call list on a Friday night looking to meet a couple for some drinks.   We thought they were cute, so we sent them a reply giving our (my) cell phone number.   He texted me, and the two of us texted back and forth several times throughout the afternoon trying to set something up for that night.  There already seemed to be some kind of chemistry there between the two of us.  As it turned out, a meeting for that night wasn’t going to work out for them after all.  No biggie.   Soon after, some things changed with their profile, so we just moved on and didn’t think anything of it.

A few months later, I met his girlfriend at a bar and somehow got to talking about what a hottie her boyfriend (MrTallBaldnHandsome) was.  She seemed pleased and told me that I should definitely email him.  Well no need to, because he emailed me by the next morning.  He and I began a little bit of texting back and forth and it seemed like there was some very nice chemistry happening (again).  Within a day or two, we were texting quite a bit and getting to know each other.  My husband was leaving town for the weekend, so I met the couple for dinner one night and the three of us went to a bar meet.

Long story short, he and I hit it off and enjoyed texting on pretty much a daily basis for a while.  We got together a couple times for some playtime and it was really fun.  We were compatible sexually and enjoyed talking/cuddling together.  There were probably some issues then, but I guess I was able to ignore them or work around them.   Lately though, this guy is driving me bonkers with the way he deals with me.  I don’t know what’s going on with him, his relationship with his girlfriend, or whatever, but I must stop contacting him!

Here is the most recent example, which is pretty typical of the way our text exchanges have been going lately.  On Wednesday night I get a text asking what I’m up to and when I respond (about an hour after the inital text), he asks if I want to get a hotel room with him that night.   It’s not really a very convenient night for me (especially since I had just played with MrBadBoy that morning), but I checked in with my hubby anyway.  After talking it over with my hubby, I told MrTallBaldnHandsome that I would love to see him, engage in some kissing and cuddling (his word, not mine), but probably wouldn’t be in the mood for sex.  There were a couple reasons for this:  #1) I had just had an intensely satisfying playdate that morning, #2) My last playdate with MrTallBaldnHandsome wasn’t that thrilling.  #3) I was wanting to actually TALK to the dude and figure out why our im and text messaging patterns had changed so dramatically as of late.

He (of course) said that would be fine, he always says it doesn’t matter if we have sex.  He is supposedly happy just cuddling (again, his word, not mine.)  He then suggested that we meet at a hotel in a suburb WAY closer to his place than mine.  (We live about an hour apart.)   When I suggested something a bit more halfway, he balked and said it wouldn’t give us enough time.  “Let’s wait until the weekend when I will be home alone and have a bunch of free time.”  Great, I said!  Make some plans for us.  Friday night would be great.

The following night (Thursday), he texts me again asking if I want to come have a drink with him in a suburb that is even further away than the one he lives in!  I was on my way out with my hubby, and gave MrTallBaldnHandsome a taste of his own medicine by asking if he wanted to drive down, pick me up, and take me to my car.  Yeah, it was an obnoxious request, but so was asking me to drive all the fuck the way up to where he was “alone watching the game.”  In any case, we decided against hooking up on Thursday and again, I mentioned that my Friday night was free.  At this point he tells me that he’s not sure about Friday because he might be going out of town.  Fine, no problem.  Just keep me posted, I tell him.

Friday.  I was online Friday afternoon and sent him an IM which got no response (other than him immediately logging out).  By about 5:30 on Friday, I still hadn’t heard from him, so I sent him a quick text asking what’s up for the night.  “Are you going out of town or not?”  NO RESPONSE!  ZERO!  NOTHING.

Saturday. Nothing.

Sunday. Nothing.

What the fuck?  Really?  I mean if you don’t want to go out, fine, just say so.  If you were super horny on Wednesday, but just aren’t anymore, fine, just say so.  Don’t, however, just ignore me and then expect me to be at your beck and call the next time you need to get your rocks off.  I’m not here to be some silly girl needing constant attention, but I also don’t appreciate being ignored when we have potential plans.  If you need or want to cancel, FINE!  I’m not gonna freak out.  It’s when you just completely disregard the fact that we talked about getting together.

The worst part is, this isn’t the first time he’s done this to me!  One other time, I did give him a pretty good piece of my mind, and he got really nice and attentive for a while after that, but here we are again.  It really bothers me that I have somehow given him the impression that I am still interested in fucking someone who leads me on and ignores me.   I’m like super into him.  He’s sweet, sexy, quiet, and has a killer smile.  He smells good and has really nice arms.  But all these things are blinding me to several issues I have with him.  The stuff I’ve already typed, but also stuff like telling me I should act in a certain way when I’m out in public or telling me that he wants me to be more clean shaven (I keep a pretty nice welcome mat).  It’s time to just cut it out.  There are plenty of fish in the sea who don’t live over an hour away, who know how to be at least somewhat polite, who don’t have some sort of expectation that I will be available to come to them whereever the fuck they might be.

I haven’t yet had the guts to do it, but I really think I need to just remove him from my phone and my IM so that I can’t initiate contact.  Then if he contacts me, just let it go unanswered.  Until or unless he asks me what’s wrong or if I am upset or something.  (See how I am?  Already trying to find a way around the communication moratorium.)

Well I suppose we’ll see what happens.  Try to determine if I am strong/smart enough to move on.  It’s crazy, I tell ya!  And to think, I’m a pretty low key gal as far as this stuff seems to go.

Good morning all!

Thank you for waiting so patiently for the details of my Wed morning date!  It was very, very fun and I started this entry right away, but there was so much to write, and it’s taken me a couple days.

I am debating how to “name” my boy toys for the purpose of this blog.  Should I give them a “handle” (like badboy6543) or pick a pseudonym for them (like George)?  Interested in your thoughts on that.  For now, I think I will go with the “handle” idea.

So Wednesday morning after getting the kids off to school, I drove over to MrBadBoy’s place and parked across the street.  He told me to text him when I got there and he would come out to greet me.  That’s a good start!  He came up to my car and it almost seemed like he might kiss me right in the street, but I was a little too shy for that, so we walked into his place together.  Once inside, we started things out with a very nice hello kiss followed by a little giggle from me.  He walked me over to his couch where we just sat talking for a while.  He had requested that I wear a skirt, so I sort of draped my legs over his lap so he could touch my legs.  It was really nice just to get to know him a bit better since we’ve really only met briefly about 3 times.  After a bit of learning about each other, he started kissing me again and pulled me to my feet.  (He had already removed my shoes and played with my toes some on the couch….LOVE THAT!)

We kissed a bit more and he took me into the bedroom, where he removed his pants.  His hard cock was a nice bulge in his boxer briefs, so I went over to him and did this teasing thing I love to do.  Essentially I tease my mouth and face over a guy’s cock while he’s still wearing clothing.  Sometimes I’ll expose just the tip and give it a little kiss before hiding it inside the pants again.  So I did that for a bit and his cock was glistening with pre-cum, which is incredibly sexy.  When I stood up, he walked me over to the bed, and laid me down on my back.   Here is where the details begin to get a bit fuzzy.  I think he started by pulling up my skirt (or maybe he had already taken it off) and burying his face in my pussy which is basically my favorite thing in the world.  I was so wet and excited!  And when he began filling my pussy with his fingers, the intensity of what he was doing caused me to squirt all over his hand and face and bed.  Whenever a guy is turned on by that, it makes me cum even more!

He also had incredibly succulent nipples which I so enjoyed sucking and lightly biting.  After a while, he said something like “I can’t take it anymore,” and put on his condom.  I wanted to be fucked doggy style, but he asked to have me on my back instead.  And really that is also one of my favorite positions, so I obliged.  He was nice and slow which was kind of a fun contrast from the intense, slightly rough foreplay we had.  Really enjoyed being fucked by him and finding the correct positions for our bodies to work together.  It’s really different with every playmate as to which positions “work” best.  One of my favorite positions with him was with my left leg over his right shoulder and my right leg wrapped around him.

When we were done, I spent some time kissing his chest, arms, nipples, and cock.  He even let me do one of my favorite things which is to suck on a nice soft cock that is spent from a good fucking.  Most guys tend to push me away and say that they can’t take that much stimulation after orgasm.  MrBadBoy, however, covered his face and allowed himself to experience the intensity even though it was obviously a bit difficult for him.   That turned me on so much!

We layed in the bed for a few minutes and then I got up and got dressed.  He walked me to my car and gave me a kiss good-bye.  I was so turned on that I took about 3 wrong turns on the way home!!  Also found myself smiling throughout the day.  It was a very good playdate and hopefully the two of us will play again soon.

In a little less than nine hours, I will be meeting with a brand new playmate at his house for a morning playdate.  I am pretty excited and a little nervous too.  This guy is very quiet and a little rough around the edges and yet I can tell that he will be super concerned about making sure I have a good time and am well taken care of.

He and I first met a few months ago when we found each other’s profiles on Lifestyle Lounge.   We considered meeting for a booty call at that time, but I was a little aprehensive.  I’m not as much of a booty girl think as I think I am sometimes.  LOL

A little while after that, we ended up meeting each other in person when a mutual friend invited my husband and I to meet her and “some friends” for some drinks and dancing.  The mutual friend gave me a little insight about how much she enjoys MrBadBoy’s company.  He and I kissed each other good night and it was pretty intense. I have a feeling he knows how to be a little rough and naughty with me and I can’t wait. It can be a little scary to play with someone who might enjoy rough play as much as I do because you have to really trust that this guy will respect your boundaries.  I feel really good about this one though.  I would never agree to go to a guy’s house unless I was pretty sure about his intentions and respect level.

Check back later for all the naughty details!