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

 Do you know what our original number one reason was for joining the Lounge? To meet like-minded people. To have friends who we could just be ourselves with. At the time of course, we had no idea how much having that freedom would change us. Just the possibility of meeting people we could talk to without fear of judgement or ridicule was what helped me sell ♀ on the idea of joining. We have met many such people, but our friendship with Lord & Lady Batsu has evolved into something more. Maybe it’s because they always make us feel so welcome or maybe it’s because their connection seems to be every bit as strong as ours or maybe it’s because LB is a big strong teddy-bear and ♀ has a serious weakness for a man like that…nah, it’s probably one of the other two reasons.

 

Anyway, our day hadn’t started off very well. She woke up with a migraine headache shortly after I got home Saturday morning. She took drugs and was able to back to sleep, but I stayed up late so I wouldn’t disturb her. She had a couple hours work scheduled and the plan was I was supposed to be packed and ready to go when she got home. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans..Because I went to bed late and there was no one in the apartment, I was still asleep when she got home. ooops.

 

We still needed to have showers and shave various body parts and pack so it was quite late before we left. There was no lineup at the border, but we stopped for beer and wine and a few groceries and condoms and then we went into a love shop and paid to much for an awesome vibrator (I’ll review it later) and so, yeah, we were about four hours later than we said we’d be.

 

But all was forgiven as soon as we arrived. LB & lbj looked great. They were both on their 22nd smoke-free day, lbj had lost weight and seemed to be a bit more mobile. We had pizza and beer for dinner and there was lively conversation and lots of laughs and we both so enjoy being there.

 

Lady Batsu still doesn’t have much stamina so when it’s time to sleep…it’s really time to sleep. While LB was tucking her into bed we got dressed. ♀ wore her shiny black corset with the red fuck-me shoes we bought in Vegas…she looked so hot. I had on a frilly black baby-doll and panties…very cute.

 

Lord Batsu escorted us out to the play-space and holy fuck….when we first played there the space was just a corner of a garage that had been cleared of all the other typical garage stuff. OK, maybe not all that typical, but you knew you were in a garage. When we saw it just before Christmas the dungeon was under construction and there was no play space at all and it was hard to imagine playing there again anytime soon. But now…as I said…holy fuck! The lighting and colour and music and heat and toys… It has been an amazing transformation.

 

LB wanted to chat before we played, so chat we did. We talked about how our friendship has grown and what that might mean to the sort of future play we could have. We talked about what has worked well and what we might consider as we move forward. We talked about how a hard rule that LB & lbj have sounds like the same hard rule ♀ & I have, but it’s really not. We also talked about how what I write here on this blog has had an impact on LB & lbj in their community. I say ‘their’ because even though we are good friends and we’ve been to a WHACK Munch, I don’t feel like we are part of that community. At least not right now…not in the same way we feel part of the Lounge community.

 

Here’s the thing…everything we have done at Casa del Rudy has been done with the full knowledge and consent of Lady Batsu. They don’t keep secrets from each other and either do we. Even though lbj doesn’t actually play with us she sees our outfits, LB takes tons of pictures (and sometimes video) and we talk at length with her about the scene afterwards, she’s involved as much as she could possibly be. Everything I have written about our adventures at Casa del Rudy has been true, but how you, the reader, interprets that truth might be different than how we, the four people who were actually there,  see it. I think that’s called ‘good writing’ and I think that’s why 1000+ people will read this post today.

 

Even though the visit was wonderful and the space looked amazing and our talk will (I believe) have a very positive affect on future play, our scene that night did not go very well. We all seemed to struggle with getting into the zone. I almost fainted trying suspension bondage. They got me down in time, but it sure took the lead out of my pencil.  After the room stopped spinning, LB put me on the St. Andrews Cross and ♀ gave us both blow jobs. OK, yeah, that was hot!…

 

 

 

Then he put her on the gyno table and he went from being excited to making the scene work. ♀ thought her period had ended the day before, but when things got going there was some blood. I’m sure LB didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something we’d discussed with him before-hand and it was a distraction for ♀.  My shoulders aren’t as messed up as ♀ are and I know BDSM isn’t supposed to be comfortable, but I was really starting to ache. I didn’t want to be the one to stop the scene a second time so I toughed it out. Eventually, ♀ had a small orgasm, but it was a lot of work and we were all pretty much done by then.

 

We decided to just go home after. Not because the scene hadn’t worked very well, it was 1am and I wasn’t at all tired. I could have self-medicated, but they had family obligations in the morning and it just seemed easier to go home then. Oh, Lord Batsu is lending Jennifer a sex machine for her Exhibit of Sex Machines Night and he asked us to deliver it for him. I wasn’t quite sure what I would say to the border guard if he asked what the hell that was in the back of my Mini. Fortunately he didn’t ask.

 

And that’s what happened during our latest visit to Casa del Rudy.

 

HHNT,

♀ & sss

 

 

Note to self: Just because some body tries something once and says they didn’t really like it doesn’t mean they’ll never want to try it again.

 

Case in point, the Wartenberg Wheel. We bought one several months ago. I used it on ♀ once and she didn’t like it much so I never tried it again. When you consider our whole Domme/sub, Top/bottom dynamic, it makes sense that it would be something she would just use on me anyway. Another thing we only tried once was me tying her up and that didn’t work out so well either.  We do have cheap nylon straps with velcro cuffs attached to the four corners of our bed and she’s used those on me. It’s been our experience that ♀ telling me or giving me permission to Top just feels awkward and is usually not worth the effort.  But there are, apparently, exceptions…

 

As I’ve mentioned before, playing with other people puts ♀ libido into over-drive. Seriously, for days after she simply cannot get enough enough of me. I’m not complaining, but I am curious if anyone else has experienced this. Tell us all about it in the comments.

 

Anyway, if you’ve read the past three posts, you’ll know that we’ve been humping like bunnies lately. Sunday night she said she wanted something different. She didn’t want to just fuck. She wanted to connect with me. She was laying face down and naked on our bed. My plan was to stroke her with a large feather, then massage her, then make love to her…slowly and passionately.

 

I couldn’t find the damn feather and the moment was slipping away so I grabbed the WartenbergWheel and things got freaky.  I ran it all over her back and neck, down her arms and along her hands as well as her legs and feet. When the wheel was some where between her ass cheeks and inner thighs she moaned,

 

“On fuck, you’re making my twitty clitch!”

 

That could, quite possibly,  be the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.

 

She rolled over and surprised the hell out of me when she told me to tie her up…

 

 

I spent a long time rolling the wheel over every inch of her, taking special note of the unexpected places that were very sensitive… her neck, the palm of her hand, the inside of her ankle. Eventually, her entire body became so sensitive to the wheels bite that she was thrashing and twitching and moaning and growling and saying all sorts of nasty things. That’s when I started to concentrate on the really sensitive spots…the soles of her feet, her inner thighs, the sides of her breasts.

 

Her nipples were so hard they looked painful and when I rolled the wheel over them again and again. She said that it felt like I was biting them really hard. Then I decided to get serious. I turned around and straddled her tummy and I began to roll the wheel closer and closer to her sex. When I started going along her outer lips, I needed to keep all my weight on to keep her from bucking too violently. I spread her apart and started on her inner lips and she got really loud.

 

Of course you know I had to find out what would happen if I rolled it over her clit. Believe it or not she managed to lift us both off the bed. So I did it again and yeah, again. I tried it up and down along its length and then I went back again across it. Once in a while I would look back at her and she really was out of her head. I have never seen her clit so big and inviting so I started licking it right after I’d run the wheel over it. She seemed to like that.

 

Eventually, she managed a complete sentence. “I need cock, now!”

 

So I turned around, slid forward and while still straddling her, shoved my cock in her mouth. She took to that like she was born to suck cock. I was really enjoying the feel of my cock in her throat and I did consider coming like that, but there was something else I wanted to try.

 

I slid back down and entered her cunt with one good, hard thrust. I’ve gotta admit that fucking a woman who’s hands and feet are bound and who is completely out of her skull with lust was really really hot. She tried to kiss me so I grabbed the back of her braid to hold her head down.

 

OK, I need to change gears here for just a second. One of the many differences between men and women is women are able to quantify their orgasms. What I mean is a woman  can say that this orgasm was better than that one and tell you why. Generally speaking, a man’s best orgasm was his most recent one. Having said that, the orgasm I had last Sunday night was pretty fucking spectacular.

 

Once I was done, ♀ still needed to have hers. I started fucking her with a favourite glass dildo while licking her clit, but I couldn’t quite get her off. She begged me to untie her wanking hand. I suppose a proper Dom would have said no, but I truly love watching (and hearing) her come so I set her left arm free and two minutes later she was having the mother of all orgasms. Holy-freaking-doodle the entire scene was just so unbelievably hot. All that I just described took about 90 minutes and it could quite possibly be the most intense sexual experience of my life.

 

We’ve been talking about it and ♀ seems to think part of what made it so hot was that I was really the Top and she’s asked a couple of times if I thought I could do it again. I’m not really sure. Certainly from the time we started exploring ‘sissy’, I’ve thought of myself as all submissive all the time. I don’t know if I could learn to turn the ‘Dom’ on at will or not.

I think ♀ would sure like it.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

I never finished telling you about the rest of our visit to Casa del Rudy.  As luck would have it, we had enough time to play again the following afternoon before we left for Vegas. There was no real scene planned and no dressing up. The three of us just went out to the play space and got busy.

 

What was so noteworthy about this particular play time was that I actually had an orgasm. That has never happened with anyone else around before so it was pretty exciting. ♀ was on the gyno-table. Lord Batsu was standing beside her making out and playing with her breasts while I fucked her and lo-and-behold I was able to come.

 

After I’d been ‘forced’ to lick her clean, Lord Batsu & I took turns fisting her. Then we used a variety of toys until on in her until she’d had enough orgasms to last until we got to Vegas. From what I can remember, that was quite a few.

 

So, on to the HNT part of this post. When I wrote about playing the last time and the challenges ♀ had getting her costume and keeping it hidden from me she felt I left out the most important part. Her exact words were, “You didn’t show my ‘fuck-me’  boots!”

 

 

 

 

Unless you’re a woman (or know one) who has larger than average calves, you have no idea how hard it is to find sexy boots that fit. We have spent many frustrating hours over the years looking for such an item. It must have driven her crazy when she did find a pair to not be able to tell me about it.

 

Anyway, there really is a Vegas post coming soon.

Until then, HHNT

♀ & sss

We played with Lord Batsu for the second time this past weekend. As I mentioned before he had a very imaginative idea for what he wanted to have happen, but he wouldn’t tell us what it was. He sent us attire instructions that we were to keep hidden from each other. It was tough to do, but I’m so glad we did.

 

He’d been looking at my Fetlife page to get ideas (this was before ♀ came up with Okusan Bitch) and the only picture I had posted there was this…

I use it pretty much anytime I’m asked for a profile picture. Oh, and to the anonymous commenters who keep leaving nasty messages about copyright infringement…the artists name is Dave Bathgate and I have his written permission to use this image so piss off.

 

Anyway, Lord Batsu had the brilliant idea to recreate this cartoon with real people. Cool idea, right. Lady Batsu was originally supposed to be taking the pictures, but unfortunately was really sick.  So Lord Batsu had to use the timer. It was a challenge, but this is what he finally came up with…

 

 

 

Playtime was allowed to start after Lord Batsu got the picture. First I noticed how big Okusan Bitch’s strap-on was…

 

 

I tried to take it in my mouth…

 

 

Then the panties came off…

 

 

Then Lord Batsu gave her a lesson on how to use a flogger…

 

 

Pinching after flogging…hurts…

 

 

But not nearly as much as trying to take that big strap-on up the ass…

 

 

She did manage to get about a third of it in, but that’s all I could do. She says she’s going to buy a big one for ourselves so I can practise.

“oh goody”, says I, somewhat apprehensively.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

We were at  Lounge  recently and the question was asked,  Why do men send women pictures of their penises as a means of introduction?    

♀ thought that the more interesting question was why women don’t send crotch shots to introduce themselves?  She said…with tongue in cheek (I think) that she’s going to start a new trend…

 

Hi I’m Okusan Bitch, how do you like me so far?

 

 

photo and extreme wetness courtesy of Lord Batsu.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

ps: Speaking of extreme wetness, we’re going to our very first SULTRY Friday night. Will you be joining us?

Snippets of conversation  following our most recent visit to the Libido Lounge…

 

Lord Batsu is like a big cuddly teddy-bear. He’s just so yummy. His hands are huge. Did you see his hands? Did you see how he grabbed that rope and lifted me up? When that rope started rubbing against my clitty…wow. If we’d been allowed to play tonight, I so would have let him do me. I’m sorry, that’s probably the last thing you want to hear about.

Are you kidding me? That’s exactly what I want to hear about.

It just feels weird talking to my husband about another man.

It’s a turn-on to hear you talking like a ‘hot-wife’.

Me a hot-wife? Yeah, right.

That’s what they call a woman who cuckolds her husband.

Are you making that up?

No, it’s the truth and the men she has sex with are called ‘Bulls’.

What if she has sex with other women? You can’t call them ‘Bulls’.

I think that’s just called ‘Hot’.

 

I can’t imagine how people have affairs.

What do you mean?

Well, say we were just a normal couple…

We’re not?

Ok, say we weren’t Lounge members. I’d met Lord Batsu a couple of times. He’d seen me naked. He’d played with my boobs and nibbled on my neck…say we’d done everything we’d done tonight, only it wasn’t at the Lounge and you didn’t know about it. I’m so wound-up and turned-on right now…I can’t imagine how I could keep that hidden from you. I can’t imagine being so disconnected from my partner that he couldn’t tell something was up. 

 

Do you think once you cross that bridge and actually have sex with someone else it’ll make it easier to have sex with other people or do you think you’ll only have sex with him until you’ve had enough and then look for someone else…including me, of course?

If and when I have sex with someone else it’s not going to be an ‘affair’ so I think once I start this, as long as I’m attracted to someone it’ll make it easier to have sex with them. By the way did you see Lord Batsu’s hands…what makes you think I’m going to be having sex with you anymore?

 

Did you like it more when I was sitting right next to you or when I watched from a distance?

Even when you weren’t right there, I knew you were watching. He seemed different when you were sitting beside me, but that may have just been because less of me was accessible right then.  As far as what I enjoyed more…I can’t really say for sure.

 

Was there anybody else there that you were attracted to?

Was there anybody else there at all?  His hands were so big and meaty.  I bet he has a nice thick cock. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t keep talking about him. Ummm, Lisa’s attractive and she seemed nice. I might be able to fool around with her.

Really?

I didn’t say I would. I said ‘might’. She seemed nice. I could talk with her. I think we’d have things in common. I liked her husband as well, but I didn’t get to talk to him as much. They seemed like a couple we could even just socialize with outside of the Lounge.

So let me get this straight…you could have sex with another man just because he’s attractive, but in order to have sex with a woman she’d need to be attractive and you’d need to be able to connect with her on other levels?

I didn’t say I’d have sex with women, but yes there would need to be more.

Why?

I can lust after a man. His big hands and thick cock. It’s primal. I can appreciate an attractive woman…a pretty girl…the female form is a beautiful thing, but I don’t lust for it. There would just need to be more of a reason for me to be with her.

 

I can’t believe how quickly you come when I talk about fucking Lord Batsu.

 

Maybe you should get your own Fetlife account.

Facebook already takes up to much of my time. Besides, Fetlife is for kinksters and I’m not kinky, you are.

Whatever you say ‘Hot-Wife’. You should at least have your own Lounge/kink hot-wife email account.

Ok, I’ll do that, but I want control over who has it. Tell people if they want my email they can ask nicely in the comments or send an email to sweatshopsissy@gmail.com and I’ll decide who to give it out to.

Will you share your correspondence with me?

Maybe.

 

We should talk about boundaries…when and where and who…

I’ll only play if you are there.

What if you’d played with someone while I was there. You could arrange to meet him (or her) at another play party that I didn’t attend and just tell me about it later.

There are lots of  people at parties so there’s no guarantee that other people wouldn’t join in. When you & I joined the Lounge we agreed that we were doing this for ‘us’. If we start going to things alone then it’s not about ‘us’.

You could just tell people I’d been a bad sissy and had to stay at home to clean bathrooms.

You’re right. I could, but I want people at the Lounge to see that we are a strong and devoted couple. Even if I make you sit in the corner all night and another man (or woman) fucks my brains out, at the end of the night I’m with you. I want people to see how connected we are. I don’t want there to ever be any doubt about who we are or why we’re there.

Is there anything you would consider going to by yourself?

I might go to a gender-specific event like Dirty Girls. Deviant Dining would probably be OK. I might go to Wrestling Babes because you’ll be at work…stuff like that.

If we got to know someone really well would we ever consider not using condoms.

No. That needs to be a firm rule. I know you want to lick another man’s cum out of my cunt, but that’ll just have to remain a fantasy.

 

Have you emailed him yet?

No.

Why not?

I don’t know what to say.

Tell him how much you enjoyed Friday night. Tell him how horny you are for him.  Tell him you need a ‘real’ man. Ask him when you can get together again.

That makes it sound to much like I want to have an affair or I’m desperate.  I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

He’s happily married. He knows this is just play.

I want it to just sort of happen…you know…naturally.

*heavy sigh*

I think he’ll tell us about  Lounge events he’s going to attend and ask if we can meet him. He also said he hosts events of his own and maybe he’ll invite us to one of those.

When you stop and think about it, I am seriously twisted. Most men would be having doubts if they could really go through with watching another man fuck his wife. I’m disappointed that it’s not happening fast enough.

 

Can you help me pick out an HNT picture?

Is that all of them?

I guess so.

None of them really do it justice.  You were much more purple before. Maybe I should beat you again.

Just for a better HNT picture? I don’t think I like that idea.

Lisa, Lord Batsu & I all had a go at you…who do you think did the most damage?

Probably Lisa, that Dragon’s Tongue had a bite to it.

 

Did I mention that I’m really quite fond of Lord Batsu’s hands?

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

I wrote a post a few days ago about what I did for Dad’s Day. 

 

Being a huge fan of older cartoons, I would have preferred Tweety Bird or Bugs Bunny in drag (♀ already has the Betty Boop market cornered), but really, how many guys get any lingerie for Father’s Day? Probably not many.

 

Actually, the lingerie was in impulse purchase. ♀ was at the mall buying our new 600-thread count sheets (so soft) when she saw the Hello Kitty stuff.  She spoils me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

Yes, it’s true. We became grandparents at 5:50pm May19/10.

 

She weighed in at 7 lb 2oz. It only took her 19 minutes from the time the water broke to make her grand entrance. Mom didn’t even need drugs. The doctor says she’s a natural at it. (I rolled my eyes). Apparently Junior was a great coach and even cut the cord without fainting. Both grandma’s were in the delivery room with them. That was completely unexpected. In fact when we were talking about it a few weeks ago, ♀ didn’t think she’d even find out about it until after the kids were back home. Junior texted both Grandma’s to say they were leaving for the hospital and when they got there he asked them to stay. Nobody else, not even any of Krayon’s sisters, were in the room with them.

 

♀ was over the moon with excitement. I haven’t seen her look that happy in a long time. She missed out on all that positive energy when Junior was born and it occurred to me when I was holding the baby (she really is gorgeous) that if we’d been together 20 years earlier, we’d have had fun making a baby or two. Before you get any bright ideas, we’re both happily fixed!

 

So, I was looking for just the right picture….

 

“Come here darlin’ give Granny a kiss!”

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

You know how some people are associated with ‘X’?  Like say the woman who gets a hummingbird or dragonfly or duck-billed-platypus or whatever tattooed on her ankle and then everyone thinks she must really like that and it’s the gift of choice and she ends up with so much of it people start thinking it’s an obsession and they buy even more of it for her.

 

Well ♀ is in that situation with Betty Boop and I think it might be my fault. We both like Betty Boop. She cute and flirty and fun, but I think I started it when I got this airbrush done at a Valentines dance a couple of years ago.

 

Now she has more Betty Boop stuff than you can shake a stick at. This is just a sample…

 

Is there something unusal that you’re associated with? We’d love to hear about it!

 

HHNT,

♀ & sss

 

PS: Just in case you’re not into the whole V-Day thing, Blue-Eyed Vixen had this to say

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