... que je viens de gicler?

...did I just squirt?

All women have the capability to squirt. Noticing the "feeling" and relaxation may be what is actually keeping you from doing so.

Being a squirter myself, I have witnessed this substance and the euphoric sensation it gives me in releasing it. Allow me to share with you the technique that works well in getting me there. Of course, we begin with foreplay. Much clit stimulation and finger insertion to greatly heighten my arousal.

I know that I am getting close to squirting .. when you do feel this urge, try to relax, not just your mind but your whole body. Do not tense your muscles as we all do when we are having an orgasm. Simply relax and tell yourself..." What the hell, I'm letting go! If I squirt, I squirt. You will probably discover that you have just encountered your first squirting experience.

Fétiche .... peut-être?

Fetish....maybe?

Do you become sexually aroused at the mere thought of pretty little toes? Does thinking of a stinging, firm spanking get your juices flowing? If so, you have a FETISH.

Becoming sexually aroused by an object or body part that is not typically an erogenous zone or an act such as a spanking is a fetish. Some people actually can't achieve an orgasm unless it involves their fetish.

Some might say that living the swinging lifestyle is a fetish involving the sexual excitement of voyeurism and exhibitionism. Being in the lifestyle gives one the opportunity to develop and experiment with ones own fetish as well as help others achieve sexual satisfaction experimenting with theirs.

Orgasm Music

FMF trio......

Threesome FMF

This is my first writing where I desperately want to use real names of the participants.  The two ladies in this story were so hot and gave me such the time of my life that it would only be right and just to share their names with everyone.  Except I can’t.  Sorry folks… You’ll never know what you missed out on.

Ask most any man what his dream sexual encounter is and a healthy majority will say sex with more than one woman at the same time, aka a threesome or moresome.  Could you blame him?  Seriously, one guy, two or more lovely ladies giving him the sexual pleasure of a lifetime… Are you kidding me?  Hell yes!  Count me in!!

Here we are, Wifey and me, at our favorite swingers club on a Friday night.  We have some of our circle with us and some new folks, and some friends from our early days in the lifestyle visiting from out of state.  It’s a randy bunch as usual, with a whole lotta somethin’ somethin’ on everyone’s minds.  So it doesn’t take long before talk turns to thought and eventually leads to action.

Now you have to understand, one of my fave galpals (we’ll call her Hot1) was there and we’ve shared many a special time in the playrooms upstairs.  Blonde, beautiful, smoking hot body… yeah, you know the kind.  The one that makes every fella wish they were you as you climb the stairs to the play areas.  The other lady (we’ll call her Hot2, no implied comparison of hottiness either!) has been a friend for years, but we’d only played for the first time that morning at our place.  Beautiful, great kisser, and a hunger for sex that would bring any man to his knees… except me of course. ;-)

The three of us had been flirting and teasing in the bar area for an hour or so when we all agreed enough talking, time to get to walking!  So we headed up the stairs with my leering, longing eyes bringing up the rear, so to speak, in search of a playroom with a king size bed and A/C to handle what’s about to happen.  Thank God for the A/C too… it was a lifesaver.

As soon as the door was closed the kissing started.  First one lovely then the other, while the odd woman out caressed and fondled awaiting her turn.  Hot1 and Hot2 laid their fully-clothed, sexy forms on the bed while I stood and just took in the moment.  It was like a dream, and I was scared to close my eyes too long for fear that I would wake to something far more realistic for this 6 out of 10 fella from the country.

It didn’t take me long going from one hottie to the other to realize there had to be a better way to satisfy both women and myself then by basically taking turns.  So I laid down between them and told them they were in charge and to do with me what they wanted.  Probably among the wisest choices I’ve made in my entire lifetime.

One would kiss me while the other blew me, then they would trade places.  No planning, no coordination, it was like they inherently knew what to do, for how long, and who’s turn it was.  There was only so much of that that I could take before I had to assert my golden rule – A gentleman always lets the woman cum first!  So I dove between one pair of thighs and ate until she surrendered, then moved between the other pair until she also gave in to the sensation.  Back and forth I went, tongue lashing, lips kissing, teeth nibbling until both women were spent and need time to recover.

Then it was my turn… I had already played with Hot2 that morning so my condom-clad cock went for the pussy it had not tasted yet that day.  Hot1 mounted me like her theme song was “Save a horse, ride a cowboy!” She rocked her hips down onto me until she seemed ready to collapse, at which point I lifted her off of me and put her on her back and plunged the length of me back into her sweet, drenched pussy.  Hot2 kissed Hot1 on the mouth and nipples as I pounded away.  Watching two gorgeous women kiss and fondle while fucking away became more than I could stand and I shot my load – groaning at the pleasure and satisfaction that had just been share with these two heaven-sent playpals.

If you haven’t figured out yet WHY men dream about threesomes (or moresomes) at this point, come on now.  You aren’t really trying.

Le nouveau couple pt2

The New Couple pt2

I had actually thought Wifey would recant the follow-up to part 1 of The New Couple story, but alas it was not to be.  As it Turned out, the FORMER New Couple expressly requested that I also relate the events of our extraordinary play date.  I’ll try to do the story justice, but I can assure you that nothing I put to paper could even come close to the events of that evening.  So here goes…

The build up to our play date started pretty much from the very evening we met The New Couple at the club.  We texted and exchanged emails laden with innuendo… some subtle, some not-so-much.  Mister Newbie even went so far as to say that Missus Newbie would soak her panties just talking about our upcoming get-together.  And in the interest of full disclosure, Wifey and I were almost giddy ourselves at the thought of some private time with this wild couple.  It may have had something to do with Mister Newbie’s proclamation that we would only have 10 minutes to chat before “getting down to business.”

The day of our play date finally arrived, and the texts were flying about it being THE DAY and that it was only hours, no longer days until we’d trip the light fantastic.  Then it hit us, Wifey and I were driving an hour and a half into deliverance country to hook up with a couple we’d only met once, briefly, at their home not having the slightest idea of the kind of folks or lifestylers they were.  Holy Crap!!  Were we nervous or anxious as a result of our revelation?  Hell NO!  We laughed and said things like “this is gonna be soooooo fun!” or the comment from Wifey, “I can’t wait to see his bald head between my thighs, dining on my hoo hoo!”

We finally pulled into the drive of a modest ranch.  Boy o boy were we out in the middle of nowhere.  Wifey kept making cracks about “deliverance country” and “squealing like a pig.” But we braved the great unknown.  Mister Newbie must have seen us through the windows because he opened the door and graciously invited into their home.

Inside, waiting and looking mighty fine, was Missus Newbie as well.  It was great seeing them again after two weeks of teasing and banter online and via text.  It didn’t take long (though longer than the 10 minutes previously declared) before Wifey and Mister Newbie headed into one of the large bedrooms to “look at pictures.”  Missus Newbie and I chose to retire to the master bedroom with no pretense whatsoever of anything except carnal play between two very consenting adults.

My goodness what a sexual dynamo Missus Newbie is.  That woman can perform some off the chain fellatio, and considering the great skills Wifey possesses in the area – that is by no means insignificant praise for some awesome talent!  And Hot?  Damnation, that woman needed to be sucked and fucked just by looking at her.  After a couple hours of very intense playtime, Missus Newbie reached under her bed and started pulling out toys… riding crop, cat 0’ nine tails, silk rope.  Okay, I know it was supposed to be Missus’s birthday, but I felt like it was a whole new celebration with joyous evil pleasure in store.

We fucked in the bedroom until we were spent and then got the urge to head for the bar and something to quench our thirsts.  Yeah… riiiiiiiight.  That was just a ploy on Missus’s part to get me naked with her onto the virgin leather sofa in the bar area.  Oh the blow job that ensued while I feverously fingered her until she not only came but squirted down my hand to the floor.    That woman is an absolute freak!

I wish I could relay the activities between Mister Newbie and Wifey, but they were both quiet and secluded behind closed doors until we burst in on them to get dinner.  Yes, in their defense they were naked and no, they were NOT looking at pictures of any sort.  They were smiling and wondering what Missus and I had been up to.  (We really didn’t care about their activities, just to get some food in preparation for round two.)  But alas, round two would have to wait for another day as it was late and time for Wifey and I to head home.  Do not feel badly for us.  I have every certainty that a reunion is set for the near future.  Oh the hell yes!!

newbies ... méfiez-vous .....

...newbies.....beware....

Hubby…….

Newbies…, part 1

One thing about swinging is that you never know what you’ll experience, from day 1 throughout your participation the lifestyle.  If your activities involve attendance at clubs or organized lifestyle-friendly events, that statement becomes exponentially more accurate.  For example…

One night at the club not so long ago, Wifey and I had arranged to see some friends and see what the night would bring.  On this particular evening, the club seemed to be enjoying a few more new couples than usual.  We noticed the host couple conducting tour after tour of the club, and one pair caught our attention – The New Couple.

We were with a group from our regular circle enjoying some raucous fun (including a squirting demonstration on a string of tables in the bar area) and we noticed The New Couple standing well within the splash zone.  Wifey suggested that they either move to a safer area, or closer in so that they can get a better view.  That is if one older fella, I’d affectionately called Goober, would shift a bit one way or the other to let them in.

 

The New Couple elected the former and headed off to the far end of the bar where they met up with the couple who shared their club tour a bit earlier.  Since it had the looks of a date, we left them alone – despite the curiosity about them that was taking seed in our minds and libidos. We turned our attention back to our group, and went about our evening’s festivities.

Part of our festivities was me joining a delectable woman, with whom I had shared more than a few moments – as had Wifey one fine evening. (Wifey still swears that she, with a strap-on, was the best that woman had ever had.)  This lady is a knock out with beautiful breasts, a sweet pussy, and the wrappings of a Christmas gift saved for last as not to spoil the pretty paper.  No one had ever guessed that she was six years my senior, nor would her aptitude behind closed doors give her away.  The woman and I drifted upstairs to share some long kisses and sweet oral delights, topped off with a fuck so pleasurable that we agreed to get together again very very soon!

When we returned to the bar area downstairs, it turned out that Wifey had organized a “bar tending” session while we were away.  Now I have to clarify “bar tending” in this context.  The club is BYOB and you tend to your own libations, the meaning is somewhat different.  We refer to lines of gentlemen sitting on the bar receiving blow jobs from willing lovelies in the room as tending bar.

Since my playmate and I returned after the bar tending session was over, we could have missed out on one of the great pleasures of the club.  Oh hell no!  I dropped my pants and hopped up on the bar when two ladies offered to put in some overtime so that noone missed out.  Ah, the happy moments that the lifestyle can offer… but I digress.

These two lovelies took turns licking and sucking, bringing me up to the point and backing me back down for half and hour.  As it turns out they were both starters, and neither was closer.  What the hell? I thought all women swallowed (except the occasional one or two that one wouldn’t expect to find in a swingers club).  So there I sat with a raging, near to burst hard on in desperate search for a closer to finish the job.  Which brings me back to The New Couple…

Sitting next to her date not two feet away was Missus Newbie.  Both her hubby and her date acknowledged that she was a closer, and was exactly what I needed then and there.  So I asked, begged, cajoled and even pleaded for her to come to the aid of a horny man in dire straits.  After a few minutes she consented and WHOA!! Turn out the lights and hit her with a spotlight!!  That lady has mad skills, the likes of which can rarely be listed on a resume.  She not only finished the job, but made my desire to meet up with her in a much more personal setting distract me from everything and everyone else in the room.

Of course I kissed her thank you, got her number and got off the bar for whoever may wish to be next.  As it turns out that while I was being rescued by Missus Newbie, Wifey was striking up a connection with Mister Newbie.  The result?  A date with The New Couple.  As this is just part 1 of the story, you can count on there being a part 2.  So, as Wifey likes to say… To be continued…

Barbie Bondage ... Ken ne savez?

Bondage Barbie...does Ken know???

I love this!   I soooo want this!   A big thank you to whoever posted this......can't wait to see Ken!!!

.....salope? Oh l'enfer OUI!

...slut? Oh hell YES!

 The word “slut” describes a person, usually a chick, who is promiscuous — I suppose if you think sex should be between two people(or more..hehe) who love each other, someone who has sex with someone they only like….or just met may be a slut. Maybe your definition is a numbers game — five sexual partners in ones’ lifetime is a-okay, but anything over that and damn you are a slut!

How many times have you heard  people  throw around the word slut & love to pretend like there’s a concern for the slut’s body, and her lack of respect for it. NOT!  What does “respect” in this context mean anyway? Certainly it’s possible for a chick who’s slept with 40+ (I have a few more to go…just sayin) men & women to respect her body more than someone who’s only slept with one person — maybe she respects her body’s desire to experience pleasure, rather than her body’s desire to follow rules…..who made up the rules anyway???  Certainly not a slut!

 I think slutty and easy are too very different things. (Although I must say there is nothing wrong with being “easy,” either! Fuck whoever you want, whenever you want!  But easy and slutty are two different things.) One who is easy is, well, bouncing into bed with ease……I think I may be a bit easy…. slutty is uninhibited, a master of their bedroom prowess, playful, creative and confident and kinky. …easy can still insist on the missionary position with the lights off…. Sometimes doing the deed with the first acceptable candidate is a terrific idea…(just don’t forget to ask their name…you need something to yell out during sex) a slut  is into trying new things, showing off what they’ve got and looks at sex with the same sense of curiosity and gusto they would any other aspect of their life. I like being a slut!

I love being an easy slut.

I knew it was in me(no pun intended lol)  I just didn’t know how much of a slut I was carrying around inside of me until she reared her sexy ways…or should I say slut-e ways……..I was smiling from ear to ear on the drive home that night – I felt naughty and soooo damn  proud of it!  Oh hell yes! Unlike someone who feels embarrassed or insecure about their sexuality, I am a slut who is proud of who I am, what I do  and what I want. I enjoy taking chances, exploring new outlets and being free to do what (and whom) I choose … with a naughty grin on my face of course….slut!

I am a slut who is up for just about anything and looks at new experiences as a challenge to be met. Whether I take direction from my partner or come up with my own kinky plan of action..oh hell yes…I can be  unpredictable and spontaneous…..do you want references????

I am a slut who not only is having sex, I am talking about it too…….like all the fuckin time…just sayin….Whether that means amping up the dirty talk while in the bedroom, dishing about it with friends or telling a guy (or chick!)  just what I want to do to them later—verbalizing my sexual freakiness… Ooh, and I really dig sexting…..yes I am such a naughty easy slut!!!

 

Single guys can go to the sex club on Friday nights – usually there are several hanging around just waiting for a horny chick to give them the wink & the nod & take them up to a playroom for some action.  I don’t normally play with single fellas…however this particular Friday night we dragged along a good friend –this gal pal plays from time to time (yes – we turned her on to the club awhile back )so we talked her into going – that was a big mistake – she bitched the entire night – rejected anyone who hit on her & she wanted to go home blah blah blah……

In the meanwhile hubby was fucking one of  his gal pals who he plays with off & on – she is a sexy lady who I happen to have had the pleasure of her company a time or two (that’s a polite way of saying I fucked her with my strap on..just sayin)  – WOW! …but that’s another story…OMG…slut!!

 

 While she is doing her thing with my hubby she sends me off on a fact finding mission of sorts…let’s just say me + alcohol pack a hell of a punch.  There is nothing like a drunk slut in a sex club talking to a drunk single guy (NOT single – but his wife just didn’t understand his sexual needs – what crap!) ….who I knew nothing about but acted as though we had previously fucked, not to mention I led him to believe I fucked his wife (who said I was way better than him..had to throw that in…lol) and his previous playmates……I am such a bitch…….he didn’t know what end was up….for that matter I was three sheets to the wind & didn’t care….slut!

It sure didn’t take long before we were all over each other and on our way up the stairs to the playroom…..is there anything better than drunken sex at a sex club with a complete stranger who thinks he may have fucked you before???  I think not…just sayin.  I can’t seem to recall everything we did in that room that night but I do remember him twisting me up like a pretzel….I am not complaining…..I distinctly remember him licking my ass hole….. I thought…hmmmmm…not that I didn’t enjoy it…I just thought what the hell…..lol   And as always he slapped on the condom and we fucked….can’t really remember if it was any good….but what can I say….slut!

 

Walking out of the room with my just fucked hair and my clothes somewhat disheveled ….he ran to the bathroom – I am sure he needed to wash the just fucked pussy scent off him so his wife who doesn’t understand his needs doesn’t find out he just fucked me at a sex club…..damn that was a mouth full……soooooooo as I am standing in the hallway..yes again my inner slut rears her sexy head……standing there was a fella I met on New Year’s who looked like Kenny Rogers…..he didn’t remember me at all…he was caught up in my just fucked & ready to fuck again allure…..slut!

 

As I am standing there with Kenny Rogers….let me reword that – I am and all over Kenny Rogers in the hall…..my previous playmate….Ron, Rob, Rick…what ever the hell his name was walked out of the bathroom….I think he thought he was  gonna hang with me, buy  me a drink, exchange numbers…something…….like that was gonna happen. NOT!  Just because you licked my ass & fucked me sure doesn’t mean I wanna be your pal….lol   In the meanwhile ol Kenny is getting kinda randy  and gave me the wink & the nod so I thought…what the hell…… Ron, Rob, Rick…what ever the hell his name was just licked me clean so I was ready to to go…..lol…..I waved at Ron, Rob, Rick…what ever the hell his name was and slipped into the playroom with the exam table….slut!

Before I knew it Kenny was standing there stark ass naked….I thought damn Kenny….don’t wanna sing me a song or something…..nope he did a nose dive right to my just fucked wet pussy.  I didn’t even get undressed…..not long into it there was a knock at the door…it was a knight in shining sexual armor…..my hubby….lets just say it was time for Kenny to exit stage right…..naked btw……carrying his clothes.  Kenny must on tour because I haven’t seen him since.   In the end…..my hot sexy hubby fucked the hell out of me on that exam table that night which was the perfect ending…… you could call it a “happy ending”    I was so damn proud of my inner slut that night – I was smiling from ear to ear all the way home & for several days thereafter.  I remember constantly looking at my hubby and saying  “ I am such a slut”!!!!

 

..... C'est une bonne baise vaut le drame?????

…..is a good fuck worth the drama?????

Wifey.....

The lifestyle offers a variety of experiences and a rollercoaster of emotions.   Good and bad. As in “real” life we all experience rejection & disappoint  and yes drama from time to time….however in the lifestyle…at least in my case all three  are rough to swallow & believe me I am an expert swallower..just sayin

We all set ourselves up by having some sort of expectation – something as simple as sending that first email to a new couple, or meeting that new couple for the first time after many conversations. You just never know how the other couple will respond or react.   For a long time we only used a swingers online site to search out new couples, which is a great tool.  We have discovered the club scene….which is an awesome way to meet people. 

That being said….we have walked into the club many times feeling hot & frisky, looking for some freakiness...ok I am the one looking for freaky shit – my hubby just likes to fuck…..but much to our dismay have spent the evening by ourselves…no one even approached us…now don’t get me wrong…we did the deed upstairs in the playroom which is always awesome…can’t think of anyone I would rather do than my hubby……he is a hottie!!!!!!!   Then there are those nights we walk in but damn near have to crawl out  in the wee hours of the morning because we fucked our brains out & can barely walk…..now that’s a good night.

For us…drama is a killer.  Everyone says they don’t do drama…but at some point or another if you are in the lifestyle you will be faced with drama of some sort I promise you. Because drama, whether its your drama  or another couples drama is inevitable…the trick is to learn how to maneuver thru and past it, to not let it interfere or effect you fun. 

Don’t get me wrong…we have had our fair share of drama in the past.  Fuck – we had over the top drama with our “exs”…..yes we did what we said we would never do..we went “steady” with another couple for 9 months…..what the fuck where we thinking……..that’s a whole deferent blog!  Sometimes when you are in the middle of the drama it is very hard to actually see the drama – you just know you are frustrated in a world that is set up for pleasure.

Like us, each couples needs to decide what they will & will not put up with and or deal with.  There are tons of swingers out there, but somehow it seems like a very small community…we continuously run into or have interaction with a couple who knows and or fucked the couple we fucked last week….and from time to time that in itself creates drama…..we  all just have to decide …..is a good fuck worth the drama?????

 Hubby...

Here’s a touchy subject for anyone who’s been in the lifestyle for more than 15-20 minutes.  No matter how long you participate in the lifestyle, or to what extent (soft, medium, or hell-bent-for-leather wild) at some point you will either instigate or fall victim to drama of some sort or another.  It’s right up there with death and taxes… it’s inevitable and unavoidable.  Which begs the question, what do you do when you come face to face with drama?

In our early days in the lifestyle, I was far from the poster child for the ideal male playmate, either for others or for my Wifey.  Yes, I am taking ownership for instigating more than my fair share of drama.  And the greatest victim of my drama was Wifey.  Between embarrassment, humiliation, frustration and outright anger – that poor, wonderful, exquisite woman bore the brunt it.

More recently, the drama in our lifestyle encounters has been external to our foundational relationship (aka marriage).  Since each incident is unique and brings its own challenges, we have to work together to navigate through it – or decide it’s best to look elsewhere for our adult playtime encounters.  I am going to discuss only a single instance that I’m sure many can relate to – caught in the middle between former play-couples.

To protect the innocent, I’m going to designate each couple as Mr&Mrs 1 and Mr&Mrs2.  Each couple in their own right is a great couple, fun for dinner dates, shopping, and of course – playing.  We have greatly enjoyed our time with both, and would not hesitate to partake of them again.  But these two couples have history, and unfortunately their history was still impacting their current activities in ways they had not expected.

Wifey and I had met Mr&Mrs1 a few months ago and we hit it off right away.  Wifey and Mister1 had instant chemistry, as did Missus1 and I.  We had both been open and honest about exclusivity and that our policy was based upon experience that reinforced our initial inclinations.  Yes, that means that we had both been burned by dating a single couple exclusively.

As time passed, and we spent more time at our favorite swingers club, we eventually “bumped into” Mr&Mrs2.  Not all at the same time, mind you, but same evening, same place, same circumstances.  Boy did we ever get some glares from Missus2!  We felt more than a little uncomfortable, but decided to get to know them ourselves rather than allow external forces to determine our thoughts about this couple.  So a couple of weeks later, we were once again at the club and had the opportunity to chat with Mr&Mrs2.  What a blast they were!  Fun, funny, just a nice couple to maybe spend time with – so we did.  And as luck would have it, they found us to be as nice and fun as we found them to be.  Yeah, and so it begins…

We had some friends in from out of state and decided to organize a get-together at the club.  There were five couples and a single gentleman at the gathering, of whom two of the couples were Mr&Mrs1 and Mr&Mrs2.  Whoops!  Wifey and I found ourselves smack dab in the middle of something not of our choosing between Mister1 and Missus2.  Now keep in mind that Wifey and Mister1 get along swimmingly and Missus1 and I have shared many a playful evening.  That was without Missus2 involved in the mix.  Apparently Missus2 had lingering feelings for Mister1 which presented as a touch of jealousy that Wifey and Mister1 had struck up as playmates.  What ensued was comical at first and downright obnoxious as it continued.  Missus2 and Mister1 would both email/chat/text Wifey, putting her smack dab in the middle of whatever issue was ongoing between them.  This went on for nearly a week before Wifey gave both Missus2 and Mister1 a virtual “bitch slap” that she didn’t appreciate being thrown into their mess and either they reached some resolution or Wifey and I would find others with whom to share our bountiful desire for adult playtime.

Wifey and I had many a conversation prior to laying the smack down on them.  She was getting frustrated and I was getting irritated that drama was impacting Wifey’s ability to enjoy the lifestyle.  We laid out different options, selected one, and Wifey went to work – protecting her own enjoyment of the lifestyle and our willingness to continue participating in general.

Now, we don’t know what resolution, if any, was reached between Couple1 and Couple2.  What we do know is that we still count them as friends and hope to enjoy time with them SEPARATELY in the future.

Moral of the story?  Not sure there is one, beyond the foundation of participation in the lifestyle must be the committed relationship you share with your partner.  So long as you can communicate and work together to deal with challenges, like drama, you can maintain a long and satisfying dalliance in the lifestyle.

…..is a good fuck worth the drama?????