Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Anyway, instead of continuing my "memoir" chronologically, I'm going to skip ahead a couple of years and post a story about something that happened rather spontaneously, but is related to my last post because it's another instance where I was paid for sex.
Please don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't going out trying to sell my body during that time in my life. I was perfectly happy giving my body to whatever horny stud wanted it, however there were a few times when I was propositioned and I just took advantage of the opportunity.
I hope you like this story. Your comments are appreciated.
My ex-husband and I were swingers and although we started out swinging almost exclusively with couples, we eventually started swinging with straight, single men because my ex's favorite thing about swinging was watching me act like a total slut with other men.
Well, we had partied a few times with this one couple (I'll call them Joe and Tammy) but they were only into the wives playing while the husbands watched and then each couple having sex with our own spouses. Tragically though, Tammy was killed in a car crash and Joe became a widower.
About six months after Tammy's untimely demise Joe called my ex and we invited him over for dinner. One thing led to another and for the first time, I had sex with Joe. Joe loved to eat pussy, he had a magnificent cock and he knew how to use it. Joe became a regular lover of mine and I still consider him one of my best lovers ever.
Joe was a trucker and his normal route took him to south florida on an almost daily basis. As it turned out I had a cousin living in Fort Lauderdale and she had invited me to her baby shower. My ex was tied up at work and since I wasn't comfortable driving the two-hundered miles by myself, Joe volunteered to take me down on a Friday so I could be there for the shower and then pick me up on Monday and bring me home. Me and my (ex)husband probably had Joe over for dinner and sex three or four times by then and we both liked him and trusted him, so we took him up on his offer to drive me to Ft. Lauderdale and back.
At that point me and my ex had probably been swinging for about 10-12 years or so and when we played with others, we always played with he/she/they together as a couple. Only on rare occasions did I play when my ex wasn't at least in the same building as me, or knew who I was playing with. This was one of those rare occasions when I was given permission "to play" with someone when my ex wasn't going to be around.
The night before I left with Joe, my ex and I were having sex and as he fucked me he started teasing me about "going away" for the weekend with Joe. As he fucked me harder and harder he told me that it was obvious to him that I loved having sex with Joe and it turned him on very much to know that I enjoyed being a slut-wife. Just before he orgasmed, he told me that if I got horny, or if Joe came on to me, I had his permission to be slutty, as long as I told him all about it when I got home.
That Friday morning, as he was leaving for work, he told me that he was serious about what he said the previous night and that I had his permission to be a slut while I was gone, as long as I told him all the details. The trip down to Fort Lauderdale on Friday was uneventful and the baby shower on Sunday was pretty boring too.
The trip back wasn't quite as uneventful as the drive down. The plan was for Joe to pick me up at my cousin's about 4 P.M on Monday. Late Monday afternoon I got a call from my ex. Joe had somehow gotten in touch with him and told him that he was going to be late because he had to make a run up to Georgia before he went to south Florida. This was when very few people had cell phones and Joe asked my ex if I could have my cousin drop me off at a certain truck stop around 9 PM. Since I was supposed to be back to work on Tuesday at noon I didn't have much of a choice and so my very pregnant cousin drove me to the truck stop. Joe was about a half hour late and while we were sitting there in the car we had two different truckers tap on our window and ask us if we were "working". We were amused and of course we said no, but my curiosity was aroused.
The trip home started off pretty normally but about an hour into the trip Joe announced that he was reaching the maximum number of hours he could drive that day and he would have to pull into a truck stop and rest for eight hours before we could continue home. It was already almost eleven P.M., so that meant I'd be stuck at the truck stop until at least seven A.M. and wouldn't be home until eleven, just in time to make it to work. I had noticed the small mattress behind the seats of the cab we were riding in but it was covered with notebooks and jackets (it was December) and I never imagined that I'd actually be using it.
When we got to the truckstop I tried getting in touch with my ex to let him know what the situation was. He was working out of town so I called his pager (remember those?) and after waiting by the pay phone for twenty minutes I crawled back into the truck with Joe. Joe didn't drink but I had about half a bottle of tequila and some margarita mix in my suitcase so I fixed myself a drink. Joe cleaned off the mattress and we fucked and sucked each other for what seemed like hours. I had a few drinks in the proces, so I wasn't feeling any pain as we basked in the afterglow of our sexual romp.
I told Joe that my ex had given me permission to fuck him and I also told him about what happened while me and my cousin were waiting for him at the other truckstop. He told me that it wasn't unusual for some prostitutes to "work" the lots of the truckstops and added that he'd never used the services of a "hooker". Anyway, I had to pee real bad after sex and I wanted to clean up a little, so I got out of the truck and walked over to use the facilities. As I was walking back I noticed a man coming up beside me and he said something like, "Excuse me, honey.. How much for a blowjob?"
I was shocked and amused at the same time. By that point in my life I had been paid for sex on a couple (directly and indirectly) of different occasions, so I wasn't totally naive - but I am naturally reserved (and maybe even a little stand-offish) toward total strangers, so I said something like, "You couldn't afford me, mister".
"How much?" He insisted, smiling and looking into my eyes.
The guy wasn't that bad. He was maybe fifteen years older than me (I was in my early 30s) and he had a bit of a beer-belly - but he also looked clean, and although he had a full beard, he was neatly groomed. I knew what other men had paid me in the past and I was just horny enough and just drunk enough to come up with a price, "A hundred dollars", I said, thinking that that was probably more than this trucker had in his pocket.
I was right, he didn't have that much in his pocket, "Aww, how about fifty?" He replied, "I got fifty, dear. Come on, I usually only pay twenty here.
I don't want to say that I was insulted, but I said something like, "Listen fella, I'm not what you think I am. I'm a happily-married woman and I'm just getting a ride home with a friend. Even if you had a-hundred dollars, you'd be lucky to get me to suck you."
"Well listen, honey'" he said, "If you change your mind, and fifty's OK, I'll be in that big, red truck back in the back corner of the lot." He pointed toward his truck, "I'll be up for a while, come on by. I've got a joint if you want to help me smoke it."
I shook my head as he walked off in the direction of his truck and I continued to walk towards Joe's truck. I climbed up the ladder to the passenger-side door but before I opened it I looked inside. Joe was fast asleep on the mattress. I paused. I thought about the fifty bucks and I thought about the joint. I also thought about opening the door and snuggling next to Joe. I looked back at the stranger's red truck just as the guy was getting in. Impulsively, I climbed down off the ladder and turned toward's the stranger's truck.
With every step I took my heart pounded harder and harder as I anticipated what I'd say and do when I got there. I climbed up the ladder on the passenger side of the truck and looked in. His cab was much bigger and nicer than Joe's. He was talking to someone on his CB radio but quickly stopped when he saw me. He smiled and motioned for me to come in. I nervously opened the door and climbed inside.
The cab was nice, and big but it had a musky, smokey scent much like a small, crowded nightclub. "Are you really happily-married?" The man asked.
"Yes, I am", I replied quietly.
"Does your husband know what you're doing?" He asked quizzacilly.
"Not exactly", I replied, "But we have an open relationship."
As soon as I shut the door the guy pulled a joint from his cigarette pack and lit it up. He took a big hit and as he handed the smoke to me he asked me if I wanted a beer. I must have been nervous because I said yes, and as we smoked and made small-talk I quickly drank the beer. As the joint got smaller I knew that the purpose of my being there was quickly approaching and the entire scene seemed almost surreal.
Smoke was swirling around the cab and the moment of truth was now."Before you start sucking me, can I see your tits?" The guy asked.
I took a deep breath and paused before I answered. The joint and the beer had relaxed me even more than I already was and if I'd met this guy at a swinger club (feeling the way I did), I probably would have given him a blowjob for free. The idea of being a hooker for him suddenly seemed very hot and sluttish and I said to myself, "what the hell, why not", and then said to the guy, "You're not seeing anything until I see your fifty dollars".
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He reached into his wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten. As he put his wallet back with one hand, he waved the bills in front of me and said, "Let me see your tits, Baby... And this fifty dollars is yours."
I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall open. I had a bra on and the guy reached around and skillfully unfastened it. I let my bra and my blouse fall off my body and I sat there topless. He handed me the fifty dollar bill and leered at me. He licked his lips, smiled and said, "Why don't we go back to my mattres. I wanna suck those titties of yours".
I knew that hookers charged for every little thing but I wasn't in a mood to dicker. Suddenly, the thought of letting this old guy fuck me seemed more intimate, and therefore more slutty and exciting than just giving him a blowjob. I figured that fifty bucks was worth about fifteen minutes of my time, and although I have nothing against sucking a guy off, I'd rather spend fifteen minutes getting fucked than sucking someone. As I climbed into the back of the cab, with my "john" right behind me, I said, "Do you have any condoms?"
"Condoms... Why do you need a condom for a blowjob?" He asked, as if confused.
"No, no", I giggled, "If you have a condom, you can fuck me, but your fifty bucks is only good for about fifteen minutes."
He flashed me a goofy grin and said, "As a matter-of-fact..." He reached around and opened the center console.. "It just so happens..." He pulled out a small first-aid kit, opened it and said, "I have a condom right here."
Seconds later "john" was sucking and groping my breasts. A few minutes after that we both had our pants and shoes off. "John" pulled down my panties and exposed my clean-shaven pussylips and "landing strip" pubes. "Do you mind if I play with myself?" I said, and then paused as I laid back and started to diddle myself. "While you put that condom on I'm going to get myself ready for you."
John stared at my pussy as I started to play with myself. He pulled down his underwear and exposed his half-hard and fairly thick (but otherwise very average) dick. "Would you suck me for a minute and get me real hard before I try to put this thing on?" He asked matter-of-factly.
I continued to fondle and finger myself as I answered, "Mmm, sure luv, bring it here."
John scooted around and laid beside me so that when I turned my head, his dick was in my face. I kept playing with myself with my left hand but wrapped my right hand around his shaft and slowly started stroking him. I wrapped my lips around the head and started to suck as I occasionally flicked it with my tongue. I could almost feel the blood rushing into his cock as it stiffened in my grasp.
After just a couple minutes of sucking, "john" ripped the condom out of its wrapper and pulled his cock away from my lips. He rolled the condom down his shaft and was quickly ready for business. My pussy was already wet and ready. Joe had finished fucking me just an hour earlier, and although I cleaned myself some when I went to the bathroom, much of Joe's cum was still inside me.
John patted me on the ass and told me to roll over onto my hands and knees. I obediently complied and "john" lined up behind me. My heart fluttered and I was momentarily short-of-breath as his manhood first began to penetrate and probe my vagina. I don't know why I always got a horny rush everytime I screwed a new guy, but the fact that I was getting paid for it this time made it seem even more of a rush than usual.
Our fucking got more fevered and frenzied by the minute. I was grinding myself back onto him and trying to get him as deep as possible. He was fucking me hard and started telling me how hot my pussy was. He started thanking me for letting him fuck me as he started giving it to me good. Suddenly he pulled his cock from my pussy and announced, "God, darlin', I'm about to cum... But, you know, you promised me a blowjob, and I'd kinda like to finish it that way."
John pulled the condom off and laid down beside me. I wrapped my hand around his pole and stared at it for a few seconds before I started to blow him. It didn't take me long to get him off and I swallowed every drop of his cum. Very little was said as I got dressed but as I left "john" said groggily,"You were right, you know.. Your blowjobs are worth a-hundred bucks."
I walked back to Joe's truck and he hadn't even missed me. I took my bra and pants off and crawled into bed with my trucker friend. I never told Joe what I did at the truckstop while he slept, but the next time me and my ex were having sex I told him all about it.
My ex fucked me long and hard that night as I told him all the kinky details about what I did with Joe and my other trucker "friend". I think he was shocked at first but the more I told him about it the hornier he got. As he filled me with a big load of cum, he told me that he loved me and he was proud and happy to be married to such a slutty wife......
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Part IX: We Weren't Always Doing 3Ways During Our 3Way Days, or, The Bachelor Party
During the early part of our MFM days I was slowly becoming what today you'd call a "hotwife". We were swinging with single men more and more often but every now and then we'd still sometimes swing with couples and it would remind me of why I loved having sex with women. When I think of the different women I've been with, Donna immediately comes to mind. Donna answered one of the ads we had in a swingers' magazine and she's one of the few lesbians who ever answered one of our ads. She was a natural redhead, petite, gorgeous and had very big boobs. She said in her letter that she could tell that our ad was aimed mostly at single men, but since I was bi and I shared her interest in toys, she thought she'd see if I might want to play with her. She said she didn't mind if Rick went out with us and she didn't mind if he watched us when we got intimate, but she had absolutely no desire to see him naked and she didn't want him to join in with us. She knew from our ad that although I was bi, I was very much into men, and I wondered why a lesbian would seem so interested in me. My ex and I thought her picture was hot so he said he was willing for us to meet her on her terms because he wanted to watch me get ravished by a hot and horny lesbian. If her picture hadn't been so lovely and she hadn't sounded so sweet on the phone, we probably wouldn't have taken it beyond the letter, but it was, she did, and we agreed to meet her for dinner at a nice restaurant. Donna and I hit it off right from the start and we ended up going to her apartment on the beach after having dinner and a few drinks. She had two drawers full of sex toys and she and I went at it all night long. The sex was amazing and while I was becoming infatuated with her, Rick eventually passed-out on the couch. As the sun came up she and I started to talk. She told me that her mom owned a limousine service and a stripping telegram business. She explained that although she was a lesbian, she worked for her mom as a stripper and then she made me an offer that shocked me. She told me that she had a bachelor party coming up and she needed someone to put on a lesbian show with her. She said that she had done the same thing before with pretty much the same group of guys and they were a classy and well-behaved bunch.Donna explained that the party was in a very exclusive neighborhood and there would be about thirty men there. The groom-to-be and most of his friends were in their late-twenties, early-thirties, and I would be paid six-hundred dollars for about forty-five minutes worth of "work". We would meet at her mother's house and take a limo to the party. She said that Rick could come along and watch but he had to dress nice and look professional. The limo driver was also our bouncer and bodyguard, just to make sure the guys stayed well-behaved. She explained that the first thing she'd do when we got there was to give the groom a couple of lap dances while I did the same for the best man. The first dance would be fully clothed and on the second one we'd strip down to our lingerie. At that point our "show" would begin and we'd perform on a queen-sized mattress on the floor in the middle of the den while all the men watched.Donna said that physical contact between us and the men was against the law and that we were just there to put on a show. The men could tip us during the show but couldn't touch us. So put on a show we did. After the two lap dances, Donna and I layed down on the mattress and started kissing and fondling each other. Before long we were eagerly lapping at each others pussies as all the men watched and shouted their nasty words of encouragement. The best man encouraged his friends to throw tips on the bed. The men whooped as Donna got me off with a vibrator and, when she and I started going at it with a double dildo, they went wild and a few twenty dollar bills landed on the mattress. The men kept throwing money at us and our forty minutes stretched into an hour. I didn't want to stop. I was horny as hell, and having all those men leering at us and shouting their nasty comments at us only seemed to intensify what Donna and I were doing to each other. I didn't give a damn if the whole world was watching. I could've played with Donna for hours, but when she suddenly said it was time to quit, we abruptly did. I got dressed and had to use the bathroom before we left, so I excused myself and went to find it. I ran into the best man in the hallway and he offered to show me the way, but when we got there he followed me in and locked the door behind us. I had to pee so bad that I didn't care if he was there watching, I peed. Neither of us said a word as I pulled up my panties, and when I went towards the door, the guy grabbed me and started kissing me. Before I realized what I was doing I was making out with him and we were passionately french-kissing. I didn't resist when he lifted me up onto the sink, raised my short skirt, and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I was still extremely horny from my show with Donna and I'm sure that's why I gave-in to him so easily. He pulled his pants down to his knees and I saw his hard cock. I was so horny, I wanted him to fuck me but I was a little hesitant to screw him without a condom. The guy was a virtual stranger to me, so I didn't have a problem asking him if he had a condom.
He immediately said that he didn't want to wear a condom and he pleaded with me, "Look.. I promise you I don't have any diseases. I've had the same girlfriend for the past three years and I've only been with a few different women in my whole life.. Look, I know you girls work for tips, so I'll tell you what..I have a-hundred dollars in my pocket and I promise you, it's yours, if you let me fuck you, without a condom, right now."I was on birth control pills and I actually preferred screwing without condoms, but I was starting to be more careful about who I did that with. I looked the guy over. He was younger than me, probably right out of college and he looked good. "OK", I said, "Give me the hundred dollars and you can fuck me."
The guy reached into his wallet and handed me five twenty-dollar bills. I had never accepted money for sex before, at least not so directly, so I hesitated. With my luck the guy could've been a cop, but I was very horny and now excited about making another hundred dollars, so I took the money. At first, as it was happening, I didn't realize that I was embarking on my first visit to the land of Hookertown, but as I grasped the twenties in my hand and he screwed me with the ferver of an animal in heat, it started to sink-in to me that he was paying me for sex. His cock was long and hard and it easily slipped in and out of my already wet pussy. It felt very good and I suddenly felt naughty and had the urge to give the guy his money's worth. I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his waist. His cock was deep inside me. He gently lifted me off the sink and, while holding me tightly, he began to bounce me up and down on his cock. He was grunting and groaning and then suddenly he told me to get down on the floor. I gave him a puzzled look and he set me back on the sink. He abruptly pulled out of me, bent down, picked up a plush rug by the sink and put it down on the floor at my feet. "Lay back on the rug", he told me, "You almost made me cum already but I held back. I want to kiss you while I fuck you. Now, please lay back so I can kiss you".
His cock was still stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. He wasn't done with me yet so I layed down on the rug for him. He took off his shoes and pants and crawled on top of me. He started kissing me again and I liked the way he kissed. His breath smelled like beer and it reminded me of my husband. As our tongues danced and darted in and out of each others mouth, he skillfully parted my pussylips with his fingers and guided the head of his manhood back into the warm wetness of my vagina. He started sucking on my tongue as his fucking got harder and harder. Our passionate kissing and fucking got frantic just as he suddenly tensed and then shuddered and orgasmed. I felt very hot and naughty but I didn't cum. His beer breath had got me to thinking about my husband, and I suddenly felt guilty for screwing someone without his permission.
The whole thing in the bathroom was over in ten minutes and I went out to join my ex and the others in the limo. The limo was stocked with beer and tequila and as we drove back to Donna's mother's place, Donna let me know she was still horny as she started kissing me and coming on to me. I wanted her to continue but my pussy was filled with the best man's cum and I had a feeling she wouldn't be happy if she found it. The more I pulled back the more she came onto me. Suddenly she was on the floor in front of me. Her hand was up my skirt and my panties were on the floor. She spread my legs apart as her face disappeared between my thighs. I could only hope she didn't notice the guy's cum.
At first everything was fine. Then her licking slowed and she began wiping her mouth. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You fucked Bill in the bathroom, didn't you?"
I looked at Rick sheepishly and he gave me a cold stare. I was caught and I knew it. I started crying and as I sobbed, I said to Rick, "It wasn't my fault (sniffle, sniffle), it just happened. I mean, he followed me into the bathroom".
Donna raised her voice and said, "Did he pay you?? I bet he did, I know Bill well.. If he did, I want half. I'm going to ask him.. He'll tell me, you know. Fuck Nicole, if you want to be a cheap whore do it on your own time. I don't want to be your pimp."
I never felt so humiliated in my life. Donna was right, I was a whore and I couldn't deny it. Fortunately my "other half" came to my defense, even if he was wrong, "Take it easy there, Donna", he said, "You can call her a slut but she isn't a whore. She doesn't sell it. Now be nice."
"Oh, I'll be nice", Donna said.
That was just about the last thing Donna ever said to us. When we got to her mother's place Donna counted out my six-hundred dollars and then added in almost two-hundred dollars in tips. Counting the hundred I made in the bathroom, I made almost nine-hundred dollars in a little over an hour. I felt bad about the way things went that night with Donna, but I liked having the extra money and I'm glad my husband was a little more understanding than Donna was.
As Rick and I were driving home, I tried to explain exactly what happened in the bathroom. I felt humiliated and was ashamed, but confessed to Rick that I not only had sex with Bill, but that I did, indeed take a hundred dollars from the guy. Instead of getting pissed, Rick smiled and said, "Hell, it isn't the first time I waited for you to finish screwing a guy before we left a party. Fuck! I think it's slutty as hell... and you know, I love it when you act like a slut. Seriously, I don't want you to make a habit of screwing guys when I'm not around, but I guess that since I've always encouraged you to be receptive to other men's sexual attention it's partly my fault..." Rick paused then said softly, "Baby, I know you love me and I trust your judgement. If a guy propositions you and you feel right about it, and you're sure it's safe, I have no problem with you following your instincts and having sex with the guy if you want to, but you have to tell me about it as soon as possible."
I reached over to Rick, unzipped his pants, and pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of his pants. I sucked on him the rest of the way home and we were in the bed fucking just minutes after we got there. At first we enjoyed a slow, leisurely fuck and, as usual, Rick started talking nasty to me. He started asking me if I liked being a whore for Bill and he joked about calling Donna and asking her if she wanted to be my pimp. He said it made him super horny just imagining the conversation between me and Bill in the bathroom when he talked me into being his "hundred-dollar whore". I wouldn't even have known Bill's name if Donna hadn't screemed it at us in the limo, and then Rick repeated it several times during sex that night.
During our raucus fucking that night, Rick's dirty-talking got even nastier than usual. I was so horny I was already cumming. He was saying something like, "It took me years to turn you into a slut, but it only took Bill one night to turn you into a whore. "
It almost sounded like a put-down, so I responded softly (and in-between whimpers of orgasms), "Don't say that, I'm not a whore."
Rick's fucking got a little more aggressive and he said, "Look it up in the dictionary", he said, "I think, by definition, you are". He was fucking me hard and continued talking nasty, "That's not a bad thing though, Baby. Being a whore can be very profitable, especially for someone as horny as you". His fucking and nasty talking continued, "Fuck, Nicole, if I had a pussy, and it was as hot as your whore-pussy feels to me right now, I'd sell it if I had the chance. You've been giving it away for years, why not charge for it? I think you're worth a lot of money to to all those horny, frustrated men who aren't married to a nympho like you. You know I've always wanted you to be the sluttiest wife around, and taking money for sex and being a whore seems much sluttier to me than swinging, and your pussy feels very slutty tonight.... Does your slut-pussy feel good right now?"
Rick's voice trailed off and he started grunting as he continued to fuck me hard. "God, yes!!" I moaned, "My pussy feels hot". I could only lay back, listen to his nasty comments, and enjoy the pleasure of his cock.
Rick continued to talk nasty as he fucked me, "Oh, it is hot , Baby.. It's so hot it makes me want to fuck your slut-whore pussy good!! Yea, Baby.. I'm fucking your hundred-dollar pussy good, ain't I?? Do I fuck your whore pussy better than Bill did??"
His nasty talking and hardcore fucking had me cumming good and while I came, Rick began to shudder and moan as he deposited a big load of cum in me and then collapsed in a heap beside me. That night gave Rick something new to talk nasty to me about and he loved talking about me selling my pussy. He even told me that I could keep all the money as long as I bought one thing sexual with it, to remind us of my night as a whore. I went out a few days later and bought myself some new panties but it would be almost a year before I sold my body again.
Monday, February 22, 2010
If this is your first time here, you may want to start with my first blog. I like to write and I like sharing my life-experiences with other couples who are into alternative relationships.
This next part is titled, "Our Threeway Days" but I could have just as appropriately titled it, "My Slut-Wife Days". I think you'll understand why after you start reading it. I appreciate your comments and hope this next part sounds familiar to some happy ladies. Here it is:
Part VIII: Our Threeway Days
That night with Mark was the beginning of our threesome days. Since my husband liked to watch me act slutty and it was much easier to find acceptable single men than compatible couples to party with, we started doing threesomes more and more often. We repeated the scenario with the blindfold a few different times over the next several years and I loved it. It was one of the most exciting things we did during our swinging days. There was just something very kinky and arousing about being used by a total stranger and, in fact, I once told Rick that being submissive for him was like kissing my brother compared to being submissive for a total stranger. I wasn't putting my husband down, and he understood that. What I meant was that you don't really get that powerless, naked, and totally vulnerable feeling when you're being submissive for someone you trust and love - but when you're naked, tied up and blindfolded and the man you trust and love is offering your body to be used for the sexual pleasure of a total stranger, those feelings of helpless erotic submission are constantly welling up inside of you and it greatly enhances the excitement of swinging. Even when I wan't tied-up and blindfolded, I got a special thrill whenever I had sex with a new guy and, when a man penetrated me for the first time, I almost always got a shiver up my spine and, at that moment of surrender, I usually turned to jello and started to cum.
I don't really understand why some men get-off on sharing their wives and watching them have orgasms with other men, but my ex-husband was definately one of them. He wasn't bi, and we shied away from bi men, but over the next several years we started swinging almost exclusively with straight, single men and I even had a few long-term lovers who we saw many different times over periods ranging from several months to a couple of years. My husband spent alot of time going through the pile of responses we got from our swinger's ad and he did his best to make sure the men we chose to meet were physically my "type" (tall, dark, handsome, and hung). He made all the arrangements. He'd screen them and he'd talk to them, and if he thought it was someone I'd want to party with, he'd find out what they were into sexually and what they wanted to do with me.
During that "submissive/slut-wife" phase of my life I willingly went along with the erotic scenarios that my husband set me up with. He always tagged along on my prearranged "sex-dates" and he always let the guys know what I would and wouldn't do. My ex loved to watch me play with myself and it seems that alot of the men we partied with also liked to watch me masterbate. It was something I did for many different men and it made me feel very slutty and super horny to let guys watch me get nasty with myself, epecially if cucumbers or beer bottles (or other phallic-shaped objects) were involved. When it came to sucking cock, I never had a problem going down on a guy. I get great satisfaction from knowing that I'm pleasing my partner during sex and I learned very soon after we started swinging that men love a woman who loves giving blowjobs. I love seeing a man enjoy what I'm doing to him and although some women consider giving oral sex a submissive act, I always felt like I was in complete control of a man when I had his cock in my mouth. I knew exactly what to do with my mouth, tongue, and hands to make a cock cum on demand and I don't want to sound conceited, but by the time we started playing more exclusively with single men, I could suck cock like a pro. Rick let me know that he loved it when other men came in my mouth and like I said, I like to please during sex. I've never been much into anal play, though (except for maybe getting my ass licked) and I'm not into pain of any kind.
If my ex and I wanted to party with a guy who we had partied with before, we might just call him up and invite him over to our house to have sex with me, but typically, on a first "date", we'd meet the guy for drinks - usually at a dance club, and sometimes at a pool hall or a topless bar. Rarely did we bring a guy home on a first "date". On a couple of occasions we went to the guy's place but usually we got a room somewhere. The condo (the one where we met Mark) near the beach had a nice dance club next door to it and, for a few years, that condo got to be our favorite place to get me layed.
I always looked forward to my "dates" and so did Rick. He'd make sure that I had a sexy outfit to wear and he didn't mind if I went shopping for something new or if I went to get my hair and nails done. It wasn't unusual for Rick to give me some new lingerie and shave my pussy (and leave a neatly trimmed "landing strip" of short pubic hairs) the night before one of my "dates", and the sex me and my ex had that night before was usually much hotter than normal. As we started to have sex, my ex would start to tell me about the guy he was setting me up with. He'd tell me what the guy looked like, how big his cock was, what he was into (sexually), and what the guy wanted to do with me. He talked in explicit detail about how slutty he wanted me to be for the guy and he'd tell me how much it turned him on and how proud he was to know that other men wanted to fuck me so badly. As he screwed me hard his very nasty talk would occasionally soften and he'd tell me how much he loved me and how horny it made him to watch me and see how much I enjoyed being a slut for other men. Since Rick was always there watching me have multiple orgasms with my lovers, it was impossible for me to deny how much I enjoyed being his "slut-wife". Admitting to him (during sex) that I loved being his slut was a huge turn-on for us both and when we finally finished having sex, I'd fall asleep looking forward to the next night and hoping things went well.
Rick would let my "date" know ahead of time that at a certain point in the night, (usually after a couple of drinks and some dancing and talking), we would let him know if we were comfortable with him having sex with me. There were only a couple of times when we said "no" to a guy but usually, at that point, I would indicate my approval to my ex and he would let the guy know that from that point on, I was his "date" for the night and that he, Rick was just there as a voyeur. At that point the guy usually got bolder and more affectionate as we continued to dance, drink, and snuggle. As the alcohol lowered my inhibitions and the promise of wild sex made me wet with anticipation, all pretenses would disappear as our sexual tension would usually give way to sexual attraction. As me and my date began to cuddle and kiss, Rick would tell us how hot we looked together and assure us that he wanted us to enjoy ourselves. His encouragement did seem to make the men more sexually aggressive and it wasn't usually very long after that that we were headed somewhere to have sex.
At that point in my life, I had no doubt that my husband sincerely loved me and my love for him was unconditional. I'd always considered myself a "good-girl" and I would never cheat on my husband, but because I had his "blesing" to enjoy sex with other men, I was able to do all the crazy things I did without guilt because I was doing it in the context of our marriage. Enjoying sex with other men in an open and uninhibited atmosphere has a way of becoming addictive and I have to admit that I learned to love it and looked forward to our erotic adventures. To Be Continued.................
I hope you liked it.
Monday, December 28, 2009
I apologize for not posting anything new in so long but my business has kept me extremely busy these last few months.
I have managed to write a little (writing is one of my favorite things to do) and I have finished writing about the first time I met Mark. I'll post that now.
In case you can't tell, Mark was one of my all-time favorite lovers and I missed him deeply when he decided to marry a women he'd started dating during the time I knew him. I never saw him again after he married.
Well, here's the conclusion of:
Part VII: We Explore My Submissive Side
I finished my margarita just as Rick returned and told me that Mark would be here in a few minutes. Rick quickly fixed me another drink and tied me, spread-eagle to the bed, but left my right hand loose so I could drink my drink. Minutes later there was a knock at the door. Rick put the blindfold over my eyes, took my drink away from me as I took one last gulp, and tied my right wrist to the bed. My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest and I suddenly wished that I could run and hide, but I couldn't go anywhere and I felt very naked and exposed. Rick introduced him as "Master Mark" and told me that he wanted me to make Mark happy and do as he wished. We all agreed that my "safe-word" would simply be "no" and then Mark immediately began kissing me and fondling me and telling me how lucky Rick was to have such a good slut for a wife.
The longer Mark kissed and fondled me the more my nervousness began to change into arousal. But after only a few minutes of foreplay, Mark released me from my wristcuffs and told me to suck his cock. My nervousness returned and I know I was trembling as I obediently did as he said. As I wrapped my hands and lips around his shaft I was pleasnatly surprised by how big, thick, and hard it was, but I was also taken by how soft and warm his flesh felt on my lips.. As I started to suck him he told me that he hadn't had sex with a woman in weeks and he hadn't even jacked off since Rick called and asked him to get together with us.The reason he'd abstained from masterbating (he said) was because he wanted his first load with me to be a big one. Since he hadn't cum in several days it didn't take me long to bring him to the brink of orgasm and I could tell that he was about to cum, so I prepared to swallow his load.
Suddenly Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and away from me. I couldn't see what he was doing because I was still blindfolded but I could hear him moaning and groaning and I knew he was cumming. Suddenly the butterflies returned to my stomach and I wondered what would happen next. After what seemed like an eternity, Mark said something like, "Nicole, Rick told me what a great cocksucker you are and I have to agree, you are awesome. He also told me how much you like to swallow cum and so, as a token of my appreciation to your master for allowing me to use you as my slut tonight, I'd like to propose a toast... I just happen to have a bottle of champagne and three champagne glases".
The next thing I heard was the popping of the cork on the champane and then someone pouring a couple of glasses of the bubbly. Suddenly someone was handing me a champagne glass as Mark made a toast to our new friendship and thanked Rick for sharing me with him. He then proceeded to tell me that my champagne glass had his cum in it and, as my first act of submission to him, he wanted me to drink every drop. Now, I had sucked alot of cocks and swallowed alot of cum during my many years as a swinger. I had seen women in gang-bang videos drink cum from a glass but I had never done it. For a fleeting moment I thought about using the safe-word but then I decided to just do it.
The only problem with "just doing it" was that Mark's hand was still on the glass and he had no intention of letting me just gulp it down. Mark told me to tilt my head back, open my mouth, and show him my tongue. As Mark slowly dripped a few drops of his cum onto my tongue I couldn't help but get a good taste of him in my mouth. Mark then paused and said, "I read somewhere that the kind of food a man eats affects the way his cum tastes. Nicole, I've been thinking about doing this with you ever since Rick called and told me you were willing to be submissive for me. I know you've sucked quite a few men in the last few years, because Rick told me, and uh, let's just say I have a thing for women who truly love to suck cock. I've been eating alot of fruit the last few days, especially pineapple, and I've been told by several ladies that I have the sweetest cum they ever tasted."
For the next twenty minutes he talked about nothing but his cum. He told me how he ate something to make his loads bigger, something else to make his loads thicker, and of course, all the fruit he ate to make his loads sweeter. As he talked he had me occasionally sip from the glass while he'd ask me if it really was sweeter and thicker than other mens'. I told him it was but honestly, it didn't actually taste "sweet", not literally any way, but it definately wasn't bitter like some mens' and it wasn't at all "gamey" smelling like most mens'. It did seem like he had alot of cum in that glass and, to make sure I ate every drop, Mark used his index finger to clean the inside of the glass, then had me suck his finger clean.
Within seconds of sucking his finger, Mark was laying on the bed next to me and telling me to get on top of him and ride his cock. I knew how big his cock was and I wasn't really very wet yet, so I asked my husband to hand me the lube. I squeezed some onto my hand and began rubbing it on and into my pussy. I squeezed more onto my hand and this time felt for Mark's cock. When I found it I began rubbing it all over him. His cock was big and hard and I wanted him in me real bad. I climbed onto him and lowered my body down until every inch of that big thing was inside me. God, it felt good and I couldn't stop wiggling and squirming around on him until I was cumming. He told me to slow down and so I did. We enjoyed a leisurely fuck that way until he told me to get on my hands and knees.
He mounted me doggystyle and his thick nine inches easily slipped into my now well-lubed lovenest. He was great and, as he fucked me, my husband was telling me how hot I looked and what a good slut-wife I was. Mark was an amazing lover and the more he fucked me the more I was loving being a total slut and enjoying the benefit of having a husband who loved to share and watch me. Mark eventually rolled me over and did me missionary style. I remember when he started to kiss me. I was already "in-love" with his cock but when he started to kiss me as he continued to passionately grind his cock into me, he "had me" - literally and emotionally. I had just met him a half-hour ago but I was more than happy to be his sex-slave anytime he wanted me.
Our first fuck ended with passionate kisses as Mark filled me with his high-maintenance cum. He collapsed in a heap on top of me and we layed together like that for a long minute before either of us moved. After that second orgasm, Mark took a short break but Rick kept me going with toys and after a while I sucked Rick off too. Then Mark rejoined me and after I got him hard with my mouth we started to fuck again. His cock was still wonderful, so thick and hard, and he knew how to use what he had. We fucked for what seemed like hours and all the while he was telling me how hot my pussy was and what a good slut I was. I was still blindfolded and Rick was encouraging me to fuck Mark good. God, I was so hot and horny, it was one of the best fuck sessions of my life.
Mark spent the night with us in the condo and I fucked him again in the morning. It was nice being able to see him because he was a handsome man and his cock was truly a thing of beauty. That was the start of a long-term friendship with Mark and over the next two years I must have partied with him at least twenty-five times. We even went to his photography studio a couple of times and he took some nice black and white photographs of me. I think I still have those pictures somewhere and if I find them maybe I'll post them somewhere where you can see them.
I hope you liked that. I'm working on:
Part VIII: Our MFM Days
and I'll try to post it soon
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Whenever I start chatting with someone online the conversation inevitably turns to sex and people are curious to know what my fantasies and fetishes are and how I came to enjoy the things that I do. I often find myself repeating the details of my sexual past and so I thought I would use my blog to chronicle the details of my journey from a naive nymphet to the kink-loving lady I am today.This is going to be a long story so I will write some when I can and I ask you to be patient as the details unfold.
Part I: I Meet My Ex
When I met my ex almost 26 years ago he was only the third man I ever had sex with. I was almost nineteen and travelling across-country with a girlfriend and her boyfriend. We decided to stay in Texas and earn some money so, for some unknown reason, I got a job as a waitress in a topless club. Rick walked in the club one night and sat at one of my tables. I loved his big blue eyes and long, thick, dark hair from the moment I saw him. He started flirting with me and asked me for my phone number. When I told him I was just passing through and staying in a motel, he offered to drive me home after work. He seemed like a nice guy and, like I said, I loved those big blue eyes, so I agreed to let him drive me to the motel.Back then I was very much into sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll (now I'm just into sex and rock-and-roll) so I made love to him that night and ended up moving in with him a couple of weeks later. Although I was working in a topless bar I was very naive and shy about exposing my breasts in the club. Rick encouraged me to be more open and, with his encouragement, I started dancing and stripping at the club. For some reason he loved to watch me strip and didn't get jealous when other men showered me with attention. When I asked him about it he told me that he and his ex-wife had been into swinging for a few years before their divorce and he thought it was a turn-on and a compliment to know that other men found me sexually attractive. The more I danced and the more attention I received from the men at the club, the better I felt about myself and the more comfortable I got playing the part of a flirt and a stripper.
Part II: My Introduction To Swinging
A couple of months into our relationship Rick and I were getting ready to go out dancing and he told me he wanted me to wear something slutty. I was starting to feel more comfortable about flirting and dancing at the club but I still felt shy about dressing that way in public, and I told him so. He proceeded to tell me how much he missed swinging and he asked me if I'd try it just this once. He said that the swinger's club that him and his ex went to was a nice place and he begged me to keep an open mind and go there with him. He said that if I didn't like it, he'd never ask me to do it again. So, with great trepidation, I dressed like I was going to work and we drove off toward the swinger's club.The club was an off-premise club which means that there was no overt sexual activity allowed on-premise but, as I soon learned, there was alot of discreet erotic action happening all over the place. I found out that some couples hosted private parties at their homes after-hours and couples would caravan to the parties from the club. We got to the club early so at first,it seemed like any other up-scale dance club. As the night progressed and I got a few drinks under my belt I was doing alot of dancing with many different men. A few women asked me to dance too, but I had never been with a woman and I wasn't ready for that yet, so I graciuosly declined their requests.To make a long story short, a couple invited us to a party at their house and, in my alcohol-induced reverie, I hesitantly agreed to go.It was the first time I had sex with more than one man in a night and in fact, I doubled the number of men I had sex with up until that point in my life by screwing three different guys (four, if you count me screwing Rick when we got home) that night. I guess I enjoyed myself because before I knew it we became regulars at the club and the more we went there, the more I started playing with women. I soon liked being with women so much that I began to realize that I was bisexual. That was the beginning of a phase in my life where I consciencely, and eagerly sought out women at the club to have sex with.
Part III: I Find Rick's Porn Stash
A few months after I moved in with Rick I found his stash of porn. He had it in a foot-locker tucked back in the corner of his closet. He was working out of town when I found it so I had all the time I needed to look through it. Among the typical men's magazines were some hardcore picture magazines on a variety of topics, from lesbian sex, to hardcore fucking pics, to one showing women masterbating with a variety of objects, including fruits, vegetables, hair brushes, bottles, and various other objects. There were also a few XXX videotapes, but what especially caught my attention were a large number of erotic storybooks that were published by some of the mainstream men's magazines. I'm sure you've seen them, they're the ones where readers write in and tell about all their kinky experiences. I started reading some of the stories and masterbated as I read them. When I was putting everything back in the foot-locker I noticed a couple of paperback books buried under a pile of magazines. When I pulled one out I was shocked by the title and the picture on the cover. It was titled something like "Barnyard Desires" and had a picture of a young woman wearing a daisey dukes outfit while riding a horse bareback toward a barn, with a goat and boar pig following behind . My heart raced as I put it down and reached for the other paperback. It's title was just as shocking as the first, but the picture on the cover wasn't quite as kinky. The name of the book was something like, "Slut For Caesar" and the picture on the cover was of a naked young woman lovingly hugging a big german sheperd. My heart was racing when I realized what the books were about and, without even looking at them, I quickly put them back just as I found them and put the foot-locker back in the closet.
Over the next couple of months Rick was working out of town during the week most of the time and whenever I was feeling horny I'd pull out the footlocker, look at the magazines, read some of the sexy stories, and masterbate myself to orgasm. Initially I avoided the nasty paperbacks like the plague but eventually my curiosity got the best of me and I started to peruse the forbidden books. I was shocked by what I read. I couldn't believe that there were women who actually did those nasty things with animals and liked it as much as the women in the books apparantly did. As perverted as it initially seemed to me, it was like passing a car wreck on the highway and I couldn't pry my eyes from between the kinky pages of those nasty books. Surprisingly, the more I read about this taboo subject the more it aroused me, and before I realized it, I was going straight to the paperbacks and ignoring the "normal" porn. I think that the "forbidden" aspect of it appealed to me and the kinkiness of the acts excited me in ways that I couldn't explain.
When my ex was working out of town I got into the habit of coming home from work in the wee hours of the morning, taking a long bubble bath, drinking a little wine, and then crawling into bed with the paperbacks and my vibrator for a leisurely session of orgasmic satisfaction. It wasn't unusual for me to stay awake until dawn and then sleep well into the afternoon (my shift at work didn't begin until 5 PM). One afternoon, after one such night of self-pleasuring, I overslept for work and rushed out of the apartment, carelessly leaving the paperbacks and my toys laying on the floor next to the bed. My ex came home while I was at work, saw the way I left the bedroom, and put two-and-two together. He knew that I was masterbating to the kinky books and when I got home from work he asked me if I'd been reading them. I couldn't deny it and we ended up having a long talk about sex and our relationship. During the course of our conversation he told me that he and his first wife had been introduced to this kinky fetish by the wife of a couple they were swinging with. It seems this woman was very much into it and put on a show for them. Rick said his ex tried it, liked it, and did it with a few different dogs during the last year or so of their marriage. He also said that he thought it was the sluttiest thing a woman could do and he confessed that he used to love watching his ex do it and then fucking her sloppy pussy after the dog finished. I was shocked to hear that, but aroused by the kinkiness of it, and the sex we enjoyed after that talk was some of the hottest sex we ever had. However, since we lived in an apartment and didn't have a "friend" to take it any further with, it was something that I continued to be curious about it and it remained just an erotic curiosity for me for several years to come - but the seeds were sown for my eventual journey down that knotty road.
Part IV: My First Gangbang
I only worked at the topless bar for six months or so before I quit and got a "normal" job and, except for competing in a couple of strip club "amateur nights" and a wet t-shirt contest, I left that part of my life behind me forever. About five years after Rick and I met we were still swinging and at that point I was more into women than men, but I was still having sex with alot of different men and enjoying myself. One Thanksgiving-eve, just before we moved to Florida, I had my first gang-bang. I don't remember why, but we didn't go to the swing club we normally went to but instead, Rick decided to check out an on-premise party house that someone had told us about. We found out when we got there that Wednesday was "gangbang night" and the man at the door did his best to get us inside. He told us that most of the guys were college-aged because there was a big college game in town and he would waive the fifty dollar "club membership" for my husband if he brought me in to party.
With Rick's encouragement, we went in. The host fixed us a drink and then showed us around. There were two other women already participating in seperate bedrooms when we arrived. One of them seemed like she didn't really want to be there but she was young and sexy and willing to lay there and let guys fuck her so she had guys waiting in line. The other woman was very pretty. She was tall and slender but several years older than me and she was putting on quite a show as she screwed one guy and sucked another while several other naked men stood around stroking their cocks, watching, and waiting their turn. There were probably fifteen-to-twenty men there when we arrived but at least a dozen more would come and go during the maybe three hours that we were there. Another woman showed up as we were finishing our second drink but she went straight to another one of the bedrooms as several men followed her like little baby ducks.
We were still in the living room, sitting on the couch and making small talk with seven or eight guys who were lingering around us, some naked and some clothed. My ex was doing most of the talking and in his not so subtle way he let them know that he loved to watch me act slutty and that my mouth and pussy were available for their pleasure. He also let them know that my pooper was off-limits. As I finished my second drink a naked young man scooted in next to me and started unbuttoning my blouse. Another guy stepped in front of me, kneeled down, and pulled my mini-skirt off. The guy in front of me reached around my waist and scooted my ass to the edge of the couch. Then, with his tongue hanging half-way out of his mouth, his face went towards my pussy. He paused momentarily, looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you mind if I eat this thing before it gets all nasty?"
I'm not sure if was the alcohol or all the sex and testosterone in the air but I was very nervous - but at the same time, I was horny and eager to just get on with it. "Sure", I said softly to the guy, "Go for it."
As I got my pussy eaten by one guy, the guy who took off my blouse stood on the couch next to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. The guy eating my pussy really knew what he was doing. He licked me, nibbled and sucked my clit, and finger-fucked me as I finished sucking off the first guy. Another guy took his place and I had a new cock in my mouth. I was so horny I must have been sucking good because it only took the second guy a few minutes before he surprised me with such a big load of cum that I couldn't swallow fast enough. Some of it ran down my chin and onto my chest. Before I could do anything about it another guy stuck his cock in my mouth and started stroking it.
I opened one eye and glanced around the room. Almost all the men were naked now and standing around me, staring at me and stroking their cocks. I heard voices coming from the direction of the front door and looked in that direction. The door was open and our host was talking to a few guys who were staring right at me. Fortunately the orgies we'd attended had made me very accustomed to having sex in front of an audience so I just closed my eye and continued to enjoy myself. Suddenly the guy who was eating me stopped and asked me if he could fuck me doggystyle. I don't mind giving blowjobs but I'd much rather get fucked, so I obediently said, "Yea, sure," and got into fucking for awhile and took a break from giving blowjobs.
We got down on the floor in the middle of the living room and the pussy-eating guy started fucking me doggystyle. After he was through with me another guy took his place and for the next two hours the men kept coming, I kept fucking and sucking them, and I loved being the object and the center of their sexual energy.
Some women might think that being used as a sex object like that would make them feel used and degraded but in fact, just the opposite was true for me. As those men fucked me and as I sucked them, I not only felt alive, sexy, and incrediblyly aroused, but I also felt a sense of ego and empowerment. It was as if my mouth, my pussy, and my entire being was the focus of those men's sexual desire. My naked body was like a sort of hypnotic charm that put those men in my power and made them want to ravish me. One of the men I was sucking jokingly (I think) called me a sex-goddess and, I must admit, I did get the feeling that I was being worshipped by all of those men - and everytime one of them had an orgasm I considered it a compliment and an affirmation of my sexual power over them.
Another thing I realized that night was that men love my blowjobs. When we first started swinging I already had experience giving them, but after being with Rick and swinging for several years I guess I got pretty good at it. I learned how to deep-throat on my ex-husband's cock and it came in handy that night of the gangbang. One thing I liked about deep-throating was that when the guy would cum he'd practically shoot it right down my throat and I barely tasted it. The trick to swallowing while deep-throating is, it's not like a shot of tequila where you swallow it all at once. Instead, when the guy starts to cum, you swallow constantly, like you're drinking a glass of water, and it goes right down to your tummy.
As my gangbang was winding down I deep-throated one guy and all of a sudden I got popular again. A crowd quickly formed to watch me deep throat another guy, then another, and another before I called it a night. I must have sucked-off a dozen different men that night and fucked almost as many. One thing I noticed was the men's orgasms seemed more intense when I was blowing them, as compared to when they were fucking me. It helped me to understand why men love blowjobs so much and I began to realize that my blowjobs were earning me a reputation at the swinger's clubs for being a good slut and a very good fellatrix.
Part V: We Move To Florida
About six years after we met, the company that my ex worked for was doing a big job in Florida and they offered him a sizeable raise and a promotion if we moved there. We decided that we'd do it and, as it turned out, I fell in love with Florida. We're only thirty minutes away from some of the most beautiful beaches in the world and the atmosphere here is more layed back than other places I've lived. There was only one swing club near us and again, it was an off-premise club. We made new friends and I was enjoying the best of both worlds. As Woody Allen once said, "Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night", and for me it meant at least doubling the number of people I had sex with on Saturday nights.
I got a job at an upscale restaurant and my life-long love and natural talent for cooking finally paid off. I quickly became the kitchen manager/sous chef and I was making good money but working long hours. Things were going great for us and although our busy schedules put a crimp in our lovelife, we tried to swing every chance we got. That is, until the swing club we were going to burned down under mysterious circumstances. I'm thinking that was in the very early ninties because the internet wasn't really around yet, so we had to find other ways to meet swingers. Rick started buying swinger magazines and putting ads in them. We did manage to find a few couples to party with but it was a very slow and often disappointing process. We met one gorgeous woman named Linda who was married, bi, and a few years older than me. She partied with us without her husband and at first she said she wasn't interested in having sex with Rick but he eventually screwed her a few times. She didn't mind if he tagged along on our "dates" and watched us having sex. My relationship with her lasted about a year (until she and her husband split apart and she moved away). Of all the people we had swung with at that point, I never developed a strong emotional bond with anyone, it had been all about the sex. But with Linda I did become emotionally involved and it was very hard on me when she went out of my life. That was the closest thing I ever had to a lesbian relationship.
Part VI: We Find New Ways To Add Spice
With no swing club in town and the swinger's magazines not bringing us many new friends we began to look at other ways to spice up our sexlife. We started going to a nudist resort near our house and we discovered their "bare as you dare" dances on Wednesday nights. With our busy work schedules it was hard for us to get there during the week but when we did go, we almost always ended up hooking up with other couples and partying with them. About the time my relationship with Linda was ending we rented a porn movie titled, "The Story of O". If you aren't familiar with it it's about a woman ("O") whose boyfriend (Rene') sends her off to be trained as a sexual submissive. Rene' sends her to a château where she is is blindfolded, chained, whipped, branded, pierced, made to wear a mask, and taught to be constantly available for oral, vaginal, and anal intercourse with an elite group of men. O grants permission beforehand for everything that occurs, and her permission is contantly requested by the men in the group who wish to use her for their sexual pleasure. O's love for her boyfriend is so unconditional that she is proud to be his willing slave and eager to do whatever pleases him.When she returns from the chateau, Rene' (for some unexplained reason) wants O to learn to serve someone whom she does not love, and someone who does not love her, so he turns her over to a more dominant master (Sir Stephen) to continue her training as a submissive. In the end, O and Sir Stephen fall in love. She agrees to be branded and pierced to show that she belongs to him and she willingly and eagerly services other men at his request.
That movie had a big effect on our sexual relationship. Gradually, we began to experiment more and more with our dom and sub roles. I am naturally sub and I loved my ex unconditionally, so I could relate strongly to O's willingness to do (almost) anything to sexually satisfy her lover. We started fooling around with B&D and blindfolds, and I must admit that it was somehow very liberating to surrender sexual control to someone you know and love. When I wore a blindfold, the sensitivity of my other senses (especially touch) seemed to increase tremendously and the anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen next was very exciting. I started calling him Master during sex and he called me slut. Instead of being insulted by that word, I was proud to be his slut and I wanted to be the best slut in the world.
Part VII: We Explore My Submissive Side
The thing about advertising in swinger's magazines is that almost all the mail you get is from single men. For a long time those letters were ignored, but with Linda leaving the picture, it left us with more "dateless" Saturday nights and the pleasure of our B&D activities had opened us up to the possibility of even more daring sexcapades. So one Saturday night, while I was tied up and blindfolded, and Rick was fucking me with a longneck beer bottle, he told me that he wanted me to be submissive for another man. If I hadn't been so horny at that moment I might have had a different reaction, but hearing him say that and imagining a total stranger "forcing" me to perform for him sexually made me even hornier than I already was and I had a mind-blowing orgasm.
In the after-glow of my orgasms, my ex told me that he had been talking to a guy who wrote to us and that he sounded like someone I might like to play with. The guy's name was Mark, and Rick showed me his (fully-clothed) picture and his letter. He looked good and his letter was thoughtful and well-written. Mark was about Rick's age, single, had his own photography studio, and he and his ex-girlfriend had been into B&D, so he was experienced with a submissive woman. Since I wasn't as horny as I was when Rick first mentioned it, I was very unsure about being submissive for a stranger - but it did sound very erotic. I told my ex of my apprehension and he assured me that he'd always be there and he wouldn't let the guy do anything to me that I didn't want to do and that I could use a "safe-word" if he told me to do something I didn't want to do. So I agreed to go along with it.
My ex called Mark and arranged for him to meet us the following Saturday night. The plan was for us to rent a condo at the beach for a night and have Mark join us there. Rick and I checked into the place that Saturday afternoon, hung out at the beach, had a few drinks, and I anxiously anticipated what I was getting myself into. I spent the last couple of hours primping for my mystery lover and I was more nervous than I'd been about anything sexual in a very long time. Rick had shaved my pussy smooth the night before and after I showered, he helped me pick out what I'd be wearing when Mark arrived. It wasn't much of an outfit, red high heels, black, thigh-high fishnet stockings, a red garter, and a black and red corset that left my breasts exposed. We brought our fur-lined wrist and ankle cuffs, our blindfold, and several of my dildos and vibrators.
A few minutes before nine, Rick left me alone in the condo with a fresh margarita and went to the bar next door to meet Mark. He told me he'd be back in a half hour and, if Mark was acceptable, he'd give him our unit number and ask him to come over and join us.(To be continued...)