I don’t know why I should still be surprised that the friends we are making on this journey are just as important as the sex we are having. I mean we joined the Lounge to meet open-minded people and presumably to make new friends. I know there are exceptions to this rule, but the best sex usually happens with people you like…and we really like N & C! (I hope that wasn’t too subtle)

 

I need to tell you why we were 30 minutes late getting to their hour on Sunday. The grand-baby was over and took her first two steps. So ♀ was there for her first breath, first word and now, first step and yes, she was pretty excited.

 

So we arrived fashionably late to delicious appy’s and more great conversation and another very pleasant evening could have been spent just with that. I think the hesitation to get things started came from not really being sure how ’4′ would work. None of us are ‘swingers’ in the traditional sense. What I mean is we’re not interested in switching partners to have sex. Just like us, N & C are looking to have experiences that add to what they have. When we were thinking about it with our clothes on, it was much easier to picture that happening with ’3′.  I suppose ♀ could have told me to sit in the corner and watch, but fortunately she let me join in and things worked out very well indeed.

 

How good? Well, this was taken after our play was finished…

 

 

Ok, that’s not the messiest bed-head you will ever see, but it’s the last picture of the last braid I tied in her hair. Yes, it’s true. She got it all cut off.

 

OK, here are a few of my observations…N isn’t at all submissive in the way I am, but he is very ‘service oriented’ so pretty much all the play was focused on giving the women pleasure. As it happened he and I both had orgasms, but even if we hadn’t, it wouldn’t have made the night any less successful. Most of the time there were three sets of lips and hands or toys on/in one woman and it was a thrill to watch/see/feel them get off.

 

No, I didn’t miscount…there really were three sets so yes, ♀ & C did play and like Amy  at the New Years party, it was all above the waist and yes, it was all very exciting. And most hetero-men would think that as well, right? Two beautiful women together and if one of them is yours, that’s even better. They touch and kiss and interact so much differently than with a man and it’s a wondrous sight to see….as in visually stimulating. But watching ♀ with N effected me in a different way. It’s hard to explain. I felt it more in my gut. I seemed to have less control over my reactions. Both super-duper wonderful, but just different…that’s all.

 

There’s one more thing I want to tell you about. ♀ had her last Big O while C was making out with her and playing with her breasts. I was fucking her with her favourite glass dildo and licking her clit. N was flogging me…ordering me to please her…demanding that I give her the orgasm she so richly deserved. It was amazingly-fucking-hot and I suspect that ♀ held off as long as she could to enjoy the sound of me being beaten.

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

Later today (the day after my 47th birthday, how the hell did that happen?), I have appointments scheduled with my doctor, dentist and optometrist (I can no longer read the fine print). Last week it was getting a new life insurance policy and next week we’re updating our wills. You might think I’d be feeling a little sorry for myself, but ♀ managed to give me a fairly spectacular birthday weekend.

 

We went for pedicures Saturday afternoon. I got crimson with hand-drawn snowflakes on my big toes. You have no idea how amazingly festive that is for a grinch like me. We met a friend for lunch. She gave me an expensive bottle of scotch…I know nothing about scotch, but apparently that’s something old guys are expected to know, so perhaps I’ll learn.

 

Do you remember me telling you about J & N?  They came over Saturday night for a fondue and some fun. The slow pace of the fondue combined with sexual tension made for a most enjoyable evening. It went sort of like this: food-flirt-drink-food-flog-frolic-food-drink-fornicate-cuddle-food-fuckoffI’mfull-coffee-fornicate and then everyone except the baker looked very sleepy.

 

And remember how I didn’t have any big O’s the last time we played and everyone else had two? Well, this time I had two while J & N were there and I popped a third one in ♀ ass shortly after J & N left. Not bad for an unmedicated old guy, don’tchya think?

 

Sunday (my actual bday) ♀ woke me up and she was very excited. She gave me a burlesque-teddy-bear. When you squeeze the bears hand she sings ‘I wanna be loved by you’ Marilyn style. The bear is holding a DVD and ♀ dragged me into the office before I could even brush my teeth.

 

OK, I need to give you some background information. As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ has a hard time keeping a secret. Also, we don’t make big purchases without consulting one and other. About six weeks ago she told me she had a gift idea for me, but it was kind of expensive and would I be OK with only getting one present for both my birthday and Christmas? I told her that would be fine. A couple of weeks later she said she was worried about the cost (and my impending job loss) and since she was going to be getting at least as much enjoyment from it as I would she wanted it to be my birthday present and both our Christmas presents. She made me promise that I wouldn’t buy her anything. She said it was being made and wouldn’t be ready for my birthday and so we could open it together at Christmas.

 

She told me she was going to able to help make the present and a couple of weeks ago she found out that this past Tuesday was the day she would be needed. She wanted to tell me so bad what she was doing. She’d beg me to let her tell me what it was. I refused so she kept dropping hints. It turns out they were all phony hints designed to make me think it was something completely different.

 

The reason she was so excited is she’d been emailed my gift several days earlier than expected so she was able to burn the DVD and give it to me on my actual birthday. And what was it that had her bubbling with excitement? She gone for a Pin-Up Photography session. They did her hair and make-up, they had the sets (including a stiletto chair) and even the clothes (though ♀ took her own). It took 3.5 hours and they shot 250 photos. ♀ said the hardest part was whittling it down to 7 pictures.

 

The  photos are…fucking amazing. We’re going to get them printed and framed and put them up in our bedroom. We talked about posting them here, but decided that wasn’t the best thing to do. If we know you in real life or if we’ve exchanged email with you in the past and you’d like to see them, just ask.

 

Want to know something weird? Yesterday before I went to bed (and before I saw the pictures) I put this on our desktop so it would be the first thing she saw when she turned on the computer:

 

 

Later that day we did the family thing at a local sushi restaurant and then everyone came back here for ♀’s peanut-butter pie (So good)

 

Now don’t you agree that was a fairly spectacular birthday weekend?

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

As J & N were getting ready to leave Wednesday night, there was some talk about when we might be able to play again. The only night that we were all going to be available for many weeks was that Saturday…Just three days later.  Well that seemed a bit sudden so we agreed we would take a day or two to process what had happened and make a decision after that. J emailed ♀ Thursday night to say they were game if we were and suggested we come out to their house.

 

As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ gets really horny in the days after we’ve played and when you add that to her excitement about playing again in just two more days…lets just say it was just as well she had Thursday & Friday off work.

 

Saturday night ♀ was dressed even more provocatively then she had been Wednesday night; translucent top over beaded black bra, new jean skirt over garter and fish-net stockings. She and J had been sending text messages back and forth all afternoon and when I saw what she was wearing, I sent J a text saying she looked to hot for me to take out.

 

We picked them up and went to a local pub for dinner and I was happy to see that N seemed more…relaxed…confident…maybe even eager. Dinner was fun. There was much more flirting and the discussion was far more specific. What worked well the previous night, what everyone might be willing to try, what was a possibility, what wasn’t. It was not the time or place to be subtle.

 

Once we got back to their place, we went straight for the bedroom. Four adults on a queen-size bed and it didn’t take long for things to get started.  There had been variety of fore-play things going on and at one point  J was on top of ♀ kissing her passionately and clearly very excited. Something was said between J & N or maybe it was just a look, but J put the breaks on. Things were moving to quickly and N was upset. She was embarrassed and apologized for being a stick in the mud. Everyone assured her that wasn’t the case at all. Then she said that she was finding it really difficult to see J being that passionate with ♀.

 

Well, that was exactly what ♀ & I had been going through. She pushed J & I aside, took N in her arms and told her that she totally understood what she was going through. She told her how hard it had been (and still is) for her to see me with someone else and how we’re trying to work through it. And then she kissed her and she kissed her again and then they really locked lips. J & I sat on opposite sides of the bed, transfixed as ♀ moved down to N’s breasts and she started to moan and before I knew it ♀ had her lips on N’s clit and her fingers buried in her cunt and minutes later N’s hips were bucking, there was girl-juice running down ♀ chin and I think my brain melted.

 

I think part of what made it so hot was that it was completely spontaneous and it really set the mood for the rest of the night. Later in the evening, J gave N a second big O while she made out with ♀. He also flogged ♀ while N & I watched and that was pretty hot.  We all helped give ♀ her two Big O’s (that seems to be her quota lately). J had two orgasms. ♀ licked one of them off N’s breasts and I licked the other one off N’s ass (the first time tasting another man’s cum).

 

So if your keeping score ♀, J & N had two big O’s each and I didn’t have any and ♀ still hasn’t been fucked by another man’s cock. Still, judging by all the happy, glowing faces as we were leaving, I think everyone involved was pretty darn pleased with how well things went. 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

And so it was decided that we would meet the couple we had played with at Sultry in a less sexually charged environment.  Dinner on a rare mid-weeknight off at a restaurant near our home. There was to be no pressure or expectations. It would just be a chance to get to know each other a little better, talk about our individual journeys and see if we were interested in doing some *exploring* together.

 

You might be surprised to learn that it was me who wanted to cancel at the last moment. I really didn’t feel like I had a handle on what ♀ needed or expected from me. ‘Your cock is mine.’  Is tangible and easily understood. I knew I could guarantee that. I get the concept of  ‘feeling connected’, but the practical application of it just seemed fraught with disaster.

 

We knew from their Fetlife pages that they had a female play-partner so it was possible that they would both be interested in ♀, but ♀ hadn’t played with women yet.  Also, N had taken my cock in her mouth at Sultry and I’d gone down on her so it seemed reasonable to assume she’d want at least some play with me and once things heated up, how would I know what was acceptable to ♀ and what wasn’t? It was a difficult few days, but in the end we decided to keep our date.

 

♀ was radiant in her new red corset, black skirt and black boots. She packed a just-in-case over-night bag and off we went. J & N seemed happy/nervous/excited to see us. The dinner went very well. The food was excellent, the conversation lively and there was enough sexual tension to keep everyone’s attention. Their reasons for getting involved in the lifestyle were different then ours as well as their experiences, but we all seemed to have a similar mindset. The whole thing felt comfortable. Near the end of the main course they admitted they had pet obligations and wouldn’t be able to stay out really late, but during dessert it was decided they would come back to our place  for a more intimate conversation.

 

That Wartenberg Wheel is a great ice-breaker and a very useful toy for getting people out of their clothes. Not that ♀ or J needed much encouragement, but N was a little shy. We fooled around for a couple of hours. ♀ played with both of us guys some (no actual fucking).  When I played with N, I made an effort to not go too long without touching ♀ and catching her eye to make sure everything was alright. If that sounds like I was a bit gun-shy… I probably was, but we need to keep ‘us’ safe and I think it’ll get easier for both of us.

 

Lets see…what else went on? I fondled J’s junk for a bit…that was a first. There was some random boobie touching between ♀ & N, but not much else. I tried to encourage some necking, but that didn’t happen. A few toys (besides the Wheel) were used…a couple of dildo’s, nipple clamps & the NJoy butt plug. ♀ was the only participant to have an orgasm (2 in fact) and they were spectacular enough that I don’t think anyone was disappointed with the evening. Actually, I think everyone was rather pleased with how well things went.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Like most Lounge events, our second Sultry was much different than our first one. It seemed, for us at least, to be less sexual and more social. Don’t get me wrong there was sex happening, but unlike our first Sultry ♀ didn’t spend most of the night with a variety of penises in her mouth.

Hmmm, now that I think about it, she had 3 penises in her mouth the first Sultry and 2 during the second Sultry. So I guess the difference was more the vibe. It was still lots of fun. It was just different. It was nice to see some familiar boobies faces and we met some new people as well.

 

We did the ‘human car wash’ again (fun). We managed to avoid the ‘whipped cream’ play (that stuff was really hard to wash off after). ‘Genital show and tell’ was very funny. I was thinking later that when Jennifer asked me if my penis could do any tricks? I should have told the story of shooting a load of cum up ♀ nose. Ok. I guess that’s not really a trick…it’s not like I could do it again, but I like telling the story.

 

We met fellow blogger Amy and her partner, Kitten. They were more subdued than I would have expected (they’d had an adventurous couple of days), but ♀ & I both really enjoyed meeting them. ♀ approaches men and women differently at the Lounge. With men, she’s usually making a quick decision…would I play with him? Women…she wants to know who they are and it takes longer. It was nice that all 4 of us seemed to hit it off right away.  There has already been a few emails exchanged  and honestly, I’m a little worried. Amy & I are all submissive all the time and I think ♀ & Kitten would have way to much fun devising ways to torment us.

 

So we were involved in some play and I think the reason it’s taken me a week to write this post is because I’ve been thinking about said play time…a lot. We played with another couple for the first time. As in J played with ♀ and I played with N. We were side-by-side, but it was definitely swapping and we had always said that wasn’t for us. Oh, and you heard that right…I played with N and I had told ♀ numerous times that she would never have to allow that. I did ask ♀ if it was OK to go down on N and she gave her consent, but she was already very turned on and what would she say when she came back to earth? What she said was  ‘That was awesome!’  and ‘That was so different than just being with a man.’ and ‘I think that’s something we could do more of.’

 

♀ was the only one of the four of us who had an orgasm, but apparently everyone had a good time. ♀ has very loud big O’s and J looked very pleased with getting a woman off like that and you just know I loved it. I was a little concerned with how N felt about the whole thing. She seemed a little…unsure. It turns out that it was their first time playing with another couple as well and she was just nervous. We’ve exchanged a couple of emails with them and are planning our next get together. I can’t wait!

 

After we finished playing with J & N, I went to get ♀ a bottle of water and when I got back ♀ was playing with her clit. I started licking then finger fucked her and pillow talked about what had gone on with J & N.  Her orgasm was just starting (she IS loud) when I heard Jennifer yell from another room, “OMG, that sounds like ♀ having another orgasm!” I guess it’s not surprising that Jennifer can identify individuals by the noises they make when they come, but still, it amuses the hell out of me.

 

 Oh, I almost forgot about another game we played. At the beginning of the evening Jennifer gave each person three little bags of candy. We could eat the candy OR we could trade the bags for sexual favours. The person with the most bags at the end of the night would get a free ticket to the next Sultry. I finished the night with 17 bags and I think I probably won, but I’m feeling a little guilty about it. In a group situation like that…with various combinations of  Tops/bottoms & Dom(me)s/subs it’s really hard to decide if a sexual favour was given or received. For instance J & N gave me all their candy before they left, but ♀ had the only orgasm and I love being cuckolded so really was that fair? We won’t be able to attend Novembers Sultry anyway so it may be a moot point.

 

Anyway, I think that pretty much sums up Octobers Sultry.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Narrated by Okusan Bitch

Transcribed by sss

 

You & I are sitting on a leather couch at the Lounge. I am wearing a leopard print bra and panty set.  You are wearing that cute blue and white baby-doll with the matching knickers. A man sits down on the other side of me. He is wearing a black leather vest, held closed with two nipple clamps on a thin silver chain. He has on a loin cloth like I imagine a cave man would wear. This man is a stranger to me, but he has a nice smile. He is not fat or overly muscular, but he is a large man. He seems to occupy a lot of space. His clear blue eyes never leave mine when he introduces himself and I get butterflies in my tummy.

 

He tells me I have nice breasts and asks if  he can touch them. Of course I say yes and when he takes one of them in his hand it looks small! This surprises me. My breasts have never looked small. They almost disappear in his grasp when he squeezes them with both hands and my nipples stiffen against the roughness of his palms. He takes one breast in each hand, puts his face in between and gives them a whisker rub.

 

When Whiskers kisses me he is firm and confident.  Being married to a sissy has many advantages, but ‘manly’ kisses are not one of them. I like how Whiskers kisses me and the way our tongues tango.

 

No sooner have you removed my panties then Whiskers hand is there; stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, tapping at my entrance. I look  and see you kneeling between his legs. You have removed his loin cloth. His semi-erect cock lies against his inner thigh and you are staring at it. We have often talked about this moment of truth. Would you really be able to take another mans cock in your mouth? I do not want the connection with this man to be broken, but I silently implore you to do this for me. You place your hands on his thighs and Whiskers slips one thick finger inside of me. I hold my breath as you lean forward and tentatively lick the tip of  his cock. Whiskers thumb starts to circle my clit. Your hands stay planted firmly on Whiskers thighs as you lick your first penis. Up and down you lick the underside of his cock. You flick his bulbous crown with your tongue and he begins to thicken and thicken and thicken. Whiskers cock appears to be about the same length as yours, but it is the girth that has me spellbound. I have never seen a cock so thick and I wonder how or even if I will be able to accommodate him.

 

A single drop of pre-cum appears and you carefully remove it with the tip of your tongue. Whiskers lifts me onto his lap. He kisses me while you arrange our naughty bits. You slide the head of his cock back and forth across my clit, preparing me for the descent. I think perhaps this is just as well. Left to my own devices, I may have chickened out or, more likely, tried to impale myself upon this massive tool and split myself in half.

 

Once the tip of his cock is inside me you keep one hand on the small of my back and the other hand greases the pole. With your guidance I  bob up and ever so slowly down. Whiskers keeps still and silent. I moan and my pussy groans in protest, but I am determined to engulf this mammoth cock. I am unable to kiss. I can barely feel the hands upon me. All sensation is focused on my cunt as I am stretched wider and wider.

 

I know that I am at the base of his shaft when Whiskers sighs and you whisper, “wow”. I am stretched so wide that I am unable to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles. I do not want to lift myself to far up for fear that I will not be able to get back down or worse, that I will pop off the top like a cork out of a champagne bottle. All I can do is rock back and forth while Whiskers gently thrusts.

 

I am vaguely aware that there are people watching us. I look and you are beside us on the couch.  A man is standing in front of you. I do not know if you have summoned this man or he is there of his own accord. I do not look up at this man and all I see of him is his erect penis. It is very long and very thin and has a sharp hook towards his flat stomach. This time you do not hesitate. You grab the Thin Man’s ass, pull him towards you and take his cock into your mouth. I am very pleased that you have taken to cock sucking so readily. You try and take in more of him, but with that hook at the end it looks like it would be more likely to pop out your nose than go down your throat.

 

The thin man steps behind me.  You spread my ass cheeks apart and apply cold lube to my tight brown button. Whiskers & I stay still while the Thin Man enters me with one, very long continuous push. Who ever wrote the limerick, ‘long and thin slips right in, but doesn’t please the ladies’ did not know what I know. My mind turns to mush as these two men find a rhythm and proceed to fuck me senseless.

 

The Thin Man whispers filth into my ear while Whiskers squeezes my tits and bites my nipples. I look over to see if you are enjoying the show and you are standing on the couch beside us. You have one knee behind Whiskers head and for the first time since we  joined the Lounge your cock is fully erect.

 

I am more familiar with this cock than any I have ever known. This cock has given me untold pleasures. I truly love this cock above all others. I want to inhale it, devour it, swallow it whole. I take it into my mouth. You grab the back of my head and start to thrust. Your balls slap against my chin as you fuck my throat.

 

The destruction is complete.  I am slut. I am whore. I am nothing but lizard-brain and fuck-holes. The three of you move as one; harder, faster. I feel you thicken and lengthen inside of me. In my minds eye all three cocks are straining towards the very centre of my being. I can see them getting closer and closer to each other and when the tips of all three cocks finally touch, they explode. They fill me up. They tear me down. I try to scream, but I am dumb. The roar of men deafens me. The explosion of colour blinds me. Like the Phoenix I burst into flames and then I am reborn.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

2 am and I use the bumpy glass dildo to fuck her into a quivering puddle of girl goo. I go to the en suite to wash the lube off my hands and when I come back 30 seconds later she’s in the exact position that I left her; arms and legs spread wide…unconscious…beautiful.

 

It’s been quite the night and I sit on the edge of the bed watching her sleep. I want to remember every sordid detail. I usually brush and braid her hair at night, but tonight it’s the big blond rats’ nest of a woman who has been well and truly fucked. As I soak in the vision before me I can see the hand prints of all the people who have touched her and stroked her and copped a feel of  her. I can see the imprint of all the breasts big and small that have pushed up against her. I can see the smear of penises that have been rubbed on her hips and ass and between her breasts.

 

She only snores when she’s exhausted and she’ll be snoring soon. Her mouth is already hanging open and I think about the three different cocks she took into it tonight; licking them, sucking them, swallowing them as if her life depended on it. I remember the one that exploded all over her breasts and how hot it was watching him rub his cum into her flesh while I fingered her to her first orgasm of the night.

 

Her freshly shaved cunt is still puffy and red and the huge load of cum I gave her when we got home is still dripping down to her asshole, but I’m thinking about the man who licked and fingered her to her second, third, forth and maybe fifth orgasms of the night. She had one leg over my shoulder and her other leg was over his shoulder. I played with her breasts while he gave her oral pleasures and oh my my what pleasures he gave. ♀ doesn’t do anything quietly, but I don’t think I have ever heard her go off  like that before. Besides being loud she went on and on and on. Every time I looked up there were different people watching us. It was truly amazing.

 

Jennifer had lots of sexy games to play, but for some reason ♀ & I were only involved in the human car wash and whipped cream nipples. I can’t imagine how we missed the rest, can you? I think you’d need to experience it yourself to really appreciate the hot, steamy, sweaty, sexy atmosphere of Sultry. It really was beyond anything we’ve ever experienced before.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ & I went to our very first Jack & Jill event at the Lounge last Monday night. Here’s the basic gist of  it: Forty five minute long moderated discussion & social time followed by masturbation play in all it’s beautiful forms.

 

Remember I told you about our first Play Party and how I had troubles performing?  ♀ thought that maybe inserting a large chunk of cold hard steel before we went would help me focus.

There were 25-30 people attending. I think about half arrived as couples. There were a few more men than women. I’m guessing about half of the attendees we’d met or at least seen at other functions. The topic of discussion was ‘if you could have no-strings-attached sex with a celebrity who would it be and why?’  There were a lot of great answers ranging from Queen Elizabeth the First to Mr. Dressup. ♀ picked Mike Holmes, the Holmes on Homes guy because he’s big & beefy and he can fix anything. I picked….well, I’d like a do-over. I should have picked Mae West because she was confident and beautiful and she oozed sex appeal. Also, the  first play she produced was called Sex and the billboards advertising the show declared Mae West is Sex.

 

After the discussion the lights were turned down, the music was turned up, Jason put a porn on the projector and everyone spread out around the lounge. ♀ got up on a gyno table and after we’d made out for awhile I sat on a stool between her legs. I licked and nibbled then gave her the silver bullet to use on her clit and I started fucking her with her glass dildo. It didn’t take ♀ long to have her first orgasm of the night.

 

We switched places and ♀ tried to get me excited. She licked and sucked and bit and pinched and tugged on my plug, but nothing happened. I watched the other couples playing in our vicinity.  I watched the porn that filled an entire wall behind us. Jennifer & Jason had a long, loud fuck session right beside us. Nothing. We took a break and had a snack. We tried another more isolated location. Nothing.

 

There are times when one or the other doesn’t get off and that’s just life. We try not to blame ourselves and it’s usually not a big deal. However, on this night even though she was trying really hard, I couldn’t even get an erection much less have an orgasm. She started getting frustrated and saying things like, I bet someone else could get you excited.  I knew that wasn’t the case at all and we both started feeling like we’d disappointed the other.

 

I pleaded with her not to let it get us off track and suggested we wander around and just watch all that was going on. Lots of people were playing; some by themselves, some with a friend or two. The Sybian was in use as were several Hitachi‘s. There was certainly no shortage of people and activities to watch. At another part of the Lounge there were two large futons side by side.  With Jennifer’s encouragement, ♀ joined 5 other women. They all lay on their backs with their legs open towards a group of guys on futons across from them. The idea was the women would see who (among the women) could have an orgasm the quickest while the guys watched and stroked themselves.  The women all started laughing so hard that Jennifer was the only one who came. It was fun to watch. After that finished, ♀ came over to where I was sitting. I licked and fingered her while she played with her clit and she had a second orgasm. There were several people close by, but I don’t know if anyone really paid much attention to us.

 

That pretty much sums up the description of our first Jack & Jill experience. Did we have a good time?  I know that ♀ sees my total lack of physical excitement as proof that I didn’t have a good time. Even if she was able to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault (very hard for her to do by the way) than obviously (in her mind anyway) the event itself  is to blame.  If you read this post from earlier this week you know that we’re still able to have intense love-making sessions.  Her question was, If you can’t have an orgasm at the Lounge than what’s the point of going?

 

Well, I really like going to the Lounge. It has a fun sexy atmosphere, the activities are always different, Jennifer’s enthusiasm and positive attitude is contagious, the people we’ve met have been very nice, we’ve never felt judged or looked down on, we get to wear pretty things out of the house, we get to see other people wearing pretty things, we get to see nakedness and sexiness, many of the people and activities we’ve seen have been incorporated into our pillow-talk and on and on the list goes.

 

If you’ve been reading SSS for awhile you’ll know that it’s not a big surprise that  I have trouble performing in public. I can’t even pee in public, hell, I can’t even pee in front of ♀.  However, I’ve been thinking that this inability could be used for something positive. I think it lends itself very well to cuckolding. Look, my limp-dicked sissy of a husband can’t satisfy me. I need someone who can.

 

♀ is, in theory, open to the idea. At this point in our development she can imagine that scenario happening with men easier than with women, but she hasn’t ruled out that possibility. Who knows what the future holds, right?  The problem is how do we take that first step? So far we have been completely passive as far as any kind of sexual interaction with other members goes. I think we both thought people would be approaching us and that hasn’t happened. To be honest, I haven’t seen very much of that sort of thing going on with anyone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not. Subtleties in general are not my strong point.  If that is a direction we’re really ready to go in than I think we’re going to need to be more proactive. I can hear Jennifer, well, duh.  It is really intimidating though. Now I can see Jennifer rolling her eyes.  It’s hard because we don’t have the skills or experience (yet) to find or arrange something we’ve never done before or are even 100% sure is a good idea. This is where Jennifer slaps the back of my head.

 

I’m still on holidays so we’re going to Deviant Dining and Exploratorium later this week. We don’t have a problem socializing at those events and I think it might be easier to talk to people about the possibility of playing there rather than trying to approach people at actual play events.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Well, we did it. We went to our very first Play Party.  Before I tell you all about it, I must admit this wasn’t the event we had planned on for being our first. Originally we had wanted to go to a couples only play party or maybe Sultry at the bath-house. Our thought was that with an equal mix of players there would be less pressure to include anyone else if we weren’t ready. Yes we’d taken the Play-Party Etiquette class, but that’s just theory and until we have some experience…it was a little intimidating.

 

I think ♀ pictured a big orgy and if there were way more men than women, there would be a lot of I’m-horny-and why-the fuck-are you here-if you’re-not-going-to let-us-join-you? I told her Jennifer probably tries to tweak the guest list to avoid that. I also reminded her Jennifer isn’t going to put up with any bullshit.

 

I know I come across like the eager one pushing ♀ to stretch her boundaries, but seriously I can’t even pee in public how the hell would I be able to fuck in public?  I mentioned that to ♀ and she assured me that nobody at the Lounge wanted to see me pee.

 

When we went to Deviant Dining on Thursday night Jennifer seemed really pleased that we were finally going to come to something more adventurous and several of the people we talked to that night were planning on coming on Saturday as well. We spent the week nervous and excited. It wasn’t by design, but we didn’t have much sex during the week as we usualy do. We went for pedicures on Friday. I got my nails done a red to match the baby-doll I was planning on wearing and ♀ got hers done a dark purple even though the baby-doll she was going to wear was green.

 

Saturday afternoon was all about shaving. I did her legs, pits and pubes as well as my own pits, legs and face. Then ♀ took the blade to my scalp for the first time of the year. We talked a lot (not just on Saturday, but all week) about what we each expected from each other as well as from the event. We talked about what we might be willing to try and what we absolutely wouldn’t be up for. We also recognized that things could change in the heat of the moment and how we would deal with that. We agreed that we would need to have conversations like this before each and every event.

 

I think there was about 20 people attending…a few couples, the rest singles, but after everyone arrived it was probably close to 50/50 men and women. I think we’d talked to about half of the people there at other functions. There was a wide range of sexy attire. The lights and music were low. People mingled and made small talk. My reading  Thursday night proved to be a great ice-breaker. The atmosphere seemed really casual. Everyone was very friendly and nobody was pushy.

 

There’s a group of couches near the kitchen where people tend to congregate and socialize. We hung out there for awhile then wandered around the rest of the facility to see what was set up. Nobody else was getting busy yet so we picked a bed and started making out. ♀ was definitely taking charge. She said she just wanted some fore-play to get into a sexy mood. She got excited really fast, but I had a tough time focusing. Fortunately, we’d brought along her glass dildo and a bullet vibrator and I used those to give ♀ her first big O. Seeing and hearing her come got me excited enough to fuck, but I was still distracted and my orgasm came quickly. She wasn’t done yet so I gave her a second orgasm.

 

People watched us from a distance, but nobody came very close to us while we were fucking. I think I was expecting on-lookers to be right up close and lots of people asking if they could join us. The way things unfolded was probably the best thing for our first time, but it surprised me. We probably missed lots of subtle (and maybe not so subtle) cues, but I’m certain we’ll get better at that. And with experience hopefully we’ll have a better sense of what we want and have the confidence to seek that out.

 

Not everyone played, but there was still lots to see and hear. There was a Sybian set up next to the bed we were on and we watched a woman ride it while she made out with another woman. Jennifer flogged a woman then gave her an orgasm. Minutes later she was fisting another girl to a loud, long, wet orgasm. There was a slave in a cage, some bondage,  a 3-some, a 4-some, some quickies and some long passionate sessions.

 

The massage girl had her table set up and later in the evening I talked ♀ into going for a massage. Things seemed to be winding down and I was sort of caught up in the conversation around the couches so I didn’t go with ♀, but I probably should have. She told me later that the massage got her really horny again and if I’d been there she would have let me (and maybe even the massage girl) give her another big O. Doh!

 

And what was interesting enough to keep me from such an experience? Well, we were discussing the merits of inserting an orange into a drunk man’s butt to keep his cat from attacking his junk after he’d passed out.

 

We’d had a late lunch and just a snack before we went to the Lounge. Jennifer had a big fruit platter and some sweets out, but by 1am we were darn hungry so we stopped on the way home for something to eat. It was almost 3am by the time we got to bed and can you believe it? ♀ was still horny! Yippee!

 

Sunday we talked a lot about what we liked, what we’d do differently next time, who might have been interested in us (if we’d been more observant), who we might have asked to play if we’d been more confident…

 

We know that every event is different, but ♀ did say if she’d known it was going to be that laid back she probably would have agreed to go to something months ago. Jennifer and Jason are going to be gone the rest of the month, but we’re already looking at the June calendar to see what we might like to do next.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

This torn rotator-cuff is going to be a long slow process, but there were a few small victories in week two. We went to Deviant Dining  at the Lounge last week. It was a very last minute decision to go. We haven’t been to anything this month and we clearly aren’t going to anything ‘playful’ anytime soon. So we changed some things around and I picked up some goodies from Costco and off we went. I’m glad we did. The official head count was 29…the most well attended dinner we’ve been to.  There was great food with lots of variety. ♀ is still pretty sore so we weren’t exactly social butterflies, but we did meet a few new people.

Jason was teasing me about how horrible it must be for me to ‘have to’ do even more than usual for ♀. He told her to be careful..that I just might accidentally twist her arm to prolong my increased servitude.

 

The hi-light of dinner was the dessert platter. The woman ♀ necked with at the last Exploratorium was bound in rope, ball-gagged, wrapped in shrink-wrap and laid out on a table. Then Jennifer and her assistant prepared dessert on her. There was cream-puffs, eclairs, fresh fruit, whipped cream and a congac/chocolate liqueur that was to die for. Everyone was encouraged to help themselves to dessert. It was so yummy, I had to go back  for more. When I went back for the second helping, someone had cut a hole in the plastic and stuck several frozen cream puffs down around her crotch (she was wearing panties). I was encouraged to dig around down there, so I did. ♀ scolded me for touching another woman without Her permission, but she still ate the cream-puff.

 

♀ still can’t do up her bra or shoes or sling, but she is doing more and more every day. She’s sleeping in our bed most of the time and taking fewer and fewer pain killers. She started physio on Monday and on Sunday I washed her hair, shaved her legs and both pits. I still think that’s kinda funny. It was a huge effort for her to pull her arm out far enough for me to be able to shave, but there was no way in hell she was going to that physio appointment with a hairy arm-pit.

 

We had sex Saturday and Sunday. Yippee!! It’s rare for us to go more than a day or two without lovin’ so this once-a-week thing was a challenge. She was in tears by the time we’d both had orgasms Saturday night. She insisted it was because of her muscles contracting and not anything I had done, but I still felt guilty as hell. She said she wasn’t going to try to have another big O until she was a lot less sore.

 

Sunday wasn’t one of our best days. We were both a little ‘off’ and not really feeling connected. I helped her get ready for bed and she told me to lay behind her and rub myself on her silky panties. I so wasn’t horny and really didn’t want to masturbate. Eventually I did spoon her, but kept my penis hidden between my legs. She was laying on her good side and couldn’t reach behind her with her sore arm. Can you believe it? She was able to seduce me without even laying a hand on me. I am so weak.

 

Want to know something cool? Well we’ve fucked side-by-side lots of times, but we’d never done it that side-by-side. We each have our side of the bed so taking her from the other side had never come up before. Now, of course, she can’t roll over on that side. So we’d never tried that exact position before and guess what?  It worked. Really well. All the weight was on her good shoulder. I held the head-board for leverage. We both had orgasms. Hers was huge and pain free. And afterwards…she had the best nights sleep of the past two weeks.

 

I couldn’t find a picture of a dessert platter like the one we had, but here’s a nice sushi platter.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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