Swinging in the Suburbs

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.

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.

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!

Wednesday of last week, we tried something completely new. We posted a Craigslist ad looking for a couple who might want to host us for an evening of playtime. We were just very much in the mood to play, but these sort of short order searches generally don’t usually amount to a whole lot. Typically, we would post what’s called a booty call on our favorite swinger site: Lifestyle Lounge. Even though LL’s booty call list is well known for having a very low success rate, I have met a few fun people that way and even had sex with a couple of them. It’s been rumored that people have some amount of success hooking up on Craigslist, so we decided to give it a try. I posted a message describing hubby and I and asking for people to send us a photo if they wanted a reply.

First thing that happened is a lifestyle friend of mine (guy who I play with) sent me a text asking if hubby and I were on Craigslist. Apparently I was a bit too specific with our descriptions; I did list our correct city, ages, hair color/styles, heights, and weights. Hubby suggested that maybe I should be a bit more vague next time in case people we know outside the lifestyle might be browsing just for kicks. I guess I figured being specific would help avoid the need to post a photo and risk being found out. Apparently when you describe yourself to a T, you don’t need photos! LOL

Exactly one couple responded to our ad. They were a bit older than us, mid 50’s, but that’s not necessarily a deal breaker. They had a hot tub and wanted us to come right over. This is NOT typically the way we do things. We like to know people and become friends or at least good acquaintances before playing to help establish some chemistry. But we like to step out of the box sometimes, so we emailed them back asking for a photo. DUMB!! My ad specifically said that in order to receive a reply, they must include a photo.  I hate having to ASK for a photo, because then if there isn’t an attraction, it’s very difficult to say, “well we were interested, but after viewing your photos, not so much.” The female wasn’t unattractive. She was slender with blonde hair, but she did look a bit old and hubby just wasn’t feeling like there would be a connection. The guy on the other hand…..I don’t want to be rude, so I am going to say this in the nicest way possible. He looked like Albert Einstein with glasses. Gray hair that was sticking up on end, huge glare on his glasses, and I swear his eyes were closed. How on earth does anyone expect me to see that photo and say, “Oh wow, please please please let me fuck you asap!”

Luckily they lived almost an hour and a half away, so we just explained that we didn’t want to drive that far on a work night. They did offer to let us spend the night, but we declined “because the kids couldn’t stay home alone over night.” True, but also convenient.

So what did I learn from this experience?

1. The theory that says no photos in the initial email is a bad sign seems to have more evidence to support it.
2. Age does matter if people look their age (and older)
3. Looks matter
4. Craigslist probably has no better success rate than any other booty call option
5. We were horny, but not that horny!
6. One should be careful not to describe themselves TOO accurately on a site that is available to the general public.

Does this mean I am giving up on Craigslist? Absolutely not!! I’ll try again and keep reporting back on our success rate.