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This past weekend Rick and I decided to take the Harley to a “lifestyle friendly” nudist resort outside of town that hosted a poker run and bike rally. We were curious about how well bikers and nudists played together in the sandbox and assumed that nudists would also be into, well…swinging.
We were wrong. About the swinging, that is.
When we called we learned that all the cabins had been booked a year ago. However, we were directed to a lady who is a permanent resident at the resort and recently began renting out rooms in her mobile home to supplement her income. She was highly regarded by the resort staff, so we got a room. I honestly wasn’t too thrilled about this arrangement when I first heard about it from Rick, but I figured ‘what the hell’; how bad could it be for two nights?
Our hostess, Elaine, greeted us warmly upon our arrival, and quickly gave us a tour and laid down her house rules.
“By the way, are you swingers?” she asked bluntly. “If so, you can’t do that in my house,” she said.
Rick and I just looked at each other and said, “Ok.”
Elaine was chatty and friendly, inviting us to eat dinner with her and serving us ice cream with grilled peaches for dessert. Rick and I had a guest bedroom and bathroom. Elaine had rented out her master suite, which was surprisingly large, to another couple. It was weird to walk around nude in a stranger’s house. Although it was a “clothing optional” resort, Elaine maintained that we needed to be nude or semi-nude as much as possible in and around her house.
Saturday morning we left for the poker run for a 150-mile round trip. It was a beautiful ride as we made five stops at various watering holes, taverns and gas stations to pick up a random playing card inside a sealed envelope. We made it back to the starting point in plenty of time and to get naked and present our envelopes to the organizers to open and reveal our poker hand. It was funny to see Rick stand there nude, his cock just 18 inches away from this old guy’s face. Both our hands were crappy so we didn’t win anything. We were hot and tired and dusty and ready to jump in the pool.
After we climbed out of the pool to chill on the lounge chairs, we discussed how the crowd in the pool, open-minded as they appeared to be, weren’t really into flirting with anyone. All they wanted to do was smoke and drink and smoke some more. You could see how that lifestyle had really taken its toll on these 60 and 70-year-olds. Even if they were into swinging, these were not people I’d be interested in playing with. Don’t get me wrong; we’re not Ken and Barbie. But I do take some pride in trying to keep myself in decent shape so I can enjoy sex. I told Rick I didn’t think any of these people had fucked anyone in years.
We discussed just jumping back on the bike and leaving early. It was only an hour and a half away, so why not cut out and leave early? The main event was over and there wasn’t much left to do but sit around and listen to some bar band that didn’t sound any different than the one we’d heard the night before. We picked up our stuff and made our way back over to Elaine’s place to find her gone, roommates gone and all the doors locked.
Exasperated, we sat down on some chairs in her side yard and waited. The time passed and it got darker. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I walked a short distance to the community restroom. When I returned, I touched Rick’s cock and found it semi-hard. He said he’d been thinking about having some fun of our own. Inspired, I began stroking and thinking. I looked around at Elaine’s yard, taking note of the shrubs, palm trees and furniture. Elaine lived in the back of the resort, off any well-traveled paths. She also had a nicely manicured lawn.
“Let’s put our towels down and do it right here in her grass,” I suggested as I stroked his growing cock. “I mean, it’s not like there’s anything else to do,” I added.
“Really?” he said.
“Sure, why not?”
We spread the towels out to make enough room for me to lie on them. Rick played with my nipples and fingered my pussy which is a surefire way to get me wet. We started fucking doggy-style, which I thought would be good so we could both keep an eye out for Elaine’s golf cart (or someone else’s). We eventually switched to missionary with my legs over his shoulders, which was amazing. We were going at it and I had a small orgasm right before Rick’s cock exploded inside me. Which was convenient, as Elaine’s cart came whizzing down the trail and right up into her driveway. Luckily she didn’t see us right away which gave us a chance to get my cover-up back on. (Like that mattered; we were at a nudist resort).
We had just fucked on a stranger’s front lawn. While it wasn’t on either of our sexual bucket lists, it was still pretty fucking fabulous.
“I remembered I didn’t tell you where I hide my key,” she said frantically. “I keep it right here,” she said as she showed us her hiding spot. “I came back to get something then I’m going back to hear the band. Are you coming up there?”
“Maybe in a little while,” we replied.
She grabbed whatever she came back for and quickly left. We rushed to pack up our stuff, got dressed and hightailed it out of there before she returned. I felt bad about leaving without telling Elaine goodbye, but I figured she was just weird enough to not be bothered too much by it. Clearly this resort advertised itself as a lifestyle-friendly place, but these people seemed to have not a shred of interest in it. There was even a designated ”playroom” that opened after 10 pm but we didn’t see anyone go inside – not one time.
We made it home at a reasonable time and were grateful to sleep in our own bed. The next morning, though, Rick realized his wallet was missing. So he ended up calling Elaine to ask if it was in the guest room. In our haste to leave due to a mysterious “family emergency”, Rick didn’t notice it had fallen under the bed.
So he had to drive back (in his truck) to retrieve it. Then drive back home.
But, hey, at least we managed to have some sexy fun.
I haven’t posted in almost two months. It’s been a busy time and I feel as though I’m being pulled in six different directions, but I have a lot of pent-up thoughts to write about. I’m starting off kind of slow, so bear with me, please.
A new friend in the swing lifestyle is starting a new lifestyle-related business. She asked for models to pose for some erotic pics to be used on her website at some point, so of course I had to give it a shot. In return we got a few pics to keep for ourselves. I promised her I’d write more about her business venture as she gets closer to launching it to the public.
And in the meantime, I will share a bit of her work. It’s me you see – she’s on the other side of the camera.
Happy Titty Tuesday!
I am learning the art of burlesque dancing. I joined a class about a month ago, and we meet in a swinger’s club. The dozen or so ladies who are my classmates are all ages, shapes and sizes. Our teacher is fabulous; funny, kind and generous. One thing I’ve always appreciated about burlesque, and perhaps why I am such a fan, is that it is an art that reveres a woman’s curves, regardless of size. It is a hobby that is sex-positive, and encourages a positive body image. In fact, a healthy body image is a must if a woman is going to succeed in burlesque dancing. She cannot go out on stage, strip down to pasties and a G-string and twirl her tassels without a good bit of self-confidence to back her up.
I am not a BBW by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve had my issues with how my body looks. Over the years, I’ve been fat and I’ve been skinny. I’ve had big boobs and I’ve had HUGE boobs. When my class met for the second time, we had to present our homework, which was to reveal our stage name and the history behind it. We had to create our “backstory”. As we went around the room, my classmates began revealing their struggles with self-confidence and body image. Many of us shared how our upbringing reinforced many negative attitudes about sex, too. It became somewhat of a cathartic group therapy session. By the time we finished, we felt ready to take on this challenge of learning the art of stripping.
I noticed that a majority of the ladies were very familiar with the club, and were participants in the swinging lifestyle. That got me thinking about how I felt about myself when Rick and I first began swinging. I remembered being very worried about not being a size 2, and being a little afraid that nobody would be interested in a size 12. I needn’t have worried. After a couple of swing club visits, I realized big girls are getting laid, too! When I finally realized that men (and women) are attracted to all sizes, and that having fun at a swing club or house party and skinny girls are not mutually exclusive, I was able to relax and enjoy myself a lot more.
There’s no doubt that being in good physical shape can increase sexual pleasure immensely (and is the main reason I’m going yoga these days). But if you’re not, that’s no reason to avoid swing clubs or house parties. Unless you want to, of course. But that’s a blog post for another day.
Burlesque dancing is a blast! I’m still learning to get those tassels swinging in the same direction (takes practice)! My performance is in April and I can’t wait to see what happens.
What about you? Do you struggle with body image issues? How did you overcome them?
Just returned from a sexy and relaxing holiday weekend with Rick in beautiful Austin, Texas. We planned to relax, do a little costume shopping for my upcoming burlesque routine and check out a new Lifestyle club. Mission accomplished. I managed to find a couple of items for my costume (more on that later) and we had a great time at Friends, a fixture in the Austin LS scene.
Friends is a smaller club, but with a lot of fun amenities: a pole-dancing stage, a shadow box and a go-go cage. The dance floor was nicely-sized, and although it’s billed as an off-premise club, there is a small playroom in the corner that offers a place for sexy action.
Since we visited the day after Valentine’s Day, the crowd was a bit smaller than the night before, according to the manager. But we still met some nice people of varying ages, enjoyed a bottle of wine and some tequila shots, danced to a great playlist and capped the evening with Richard getting a Pop Rocks blowjob from me in the playroom.
The following night we attended a play called “Everybody ❤ Boobs!” at The Vortex in Austin. I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed this production. Using a combination of drama, comedy, music and video, this production explored the uniquely individual, ever-changing and emotionally intimate relationship women have with their breasts throughout life. The production also featured a performance by Ruby Joule, a gorgeous burlesque dancer, which we especially appreciated. You never know what to expect with performance art, but this show was a real treat. If you’re in or around the Austin area next weekend (Feb. 21-23), the show has been held over for another week – don’t miss it. You’ll be glad you went.
The weekend was a lot of fun. Now back to the daily work grind. Thanks for the memories, Austin. We enjoyed helping to keep it weird and kinky.
When you write a sex blog, you get a lot of emails with links to other sex websites, as you can imagine. One of those links was to a website called The Bad Girl’s Bible, focusing primarily on how we ladies can excite our men by talking dirty to them and becoming a blowjob goddess. This week the author gave us something new to add to our arsenal: the porno blowjob. He writes, “use this once and your man will be absolute putty in your hands. He may not even believe what just happened.”
Sold! Let’s try it!
Here’s what you’ll need:
- A Table Or A Desk
- A Chair
- A Computer
- A Set Of Headphones
- A Pillow For Your Knees
- A Man
To get started, set up the computer on the table. Then make sure that the headphones are plugged in. Make sure the chair is positioned so that your man can sit down comfortably and look at the computer.
If you haven’t guessed yet, you are going to be giving your man a blowjob underneath the table.
IMPORTANT: Check to make sure that there enough space for you beneath the table to comfortably give your man a blow job. Make sure to check that you can easily fit without hitting your head off the table or elbows on the table legs. You may have to raise the table or lower the chair to get the right height. Use a pillow to cushion your legs.
Next, you need to go to a porn site and find a video for your man to watch. Just casually ask your man a few days before which sites he likes and what type of porn he watches. If you don’t want to ask your man what type of porn he watches, just search for ‘blowjob’ on a popular site.
Find a video for your man to watch, pause it at the start and allow it to fully load. You may want to check that the sound is at the right level. Then turn the screen off once you are happy with the video. Your man will probably not suspect a thing, which is what you want.
When you two are alone, tell your man that you have a surprise for him, but that he has to put on a blindfold first. You can use anything for a blindfold. It can be a t shirt, a shirt, a tie or any kind of material.
When he has the blindfold on, bring him to the computer, unbutton his trousers and take them off. Sit him down. Turn the screen back on and hit play.
Next quietly get under the table.
Start to rub his legs with your hands. As you do, tell him to take his blindfold off and put the earphones in.
Next, just start giving him a blow job like you normally would, until he cums.
Bonus Tip #1: Watch the blowjob video before your man does and try to imitate it. So if it starts off with kissing and licking, before the actual blowjob, try to imitate it. This will make the whole BJ experience even better for your man.
Bonus Tip #2: You can perform a simple variation of the ‘porno blowjob’ in the bedroom. Just use a laptop computer instead. Just get your man to lie on his back with the laptop on his belly. Then just proceed to give him a blowjob.
One of the really cool things about the porno blowjob is that you don’t even need to have excellent blowjob technique. The fact is, most guys have never experienced something like this before. He will be too excited to even focus on your technique.
I’m definitely trying this on Rick in the next day or so to see how he reacts!
What are your sexy blowjob techniques?
Update 2/4/2014: Rick and I tried this and he said it blew his mind. “It was a totally different kind of experience. Since I had the earbuds and couldn’t hear any noises Shalynne was making, I became completely focused on the porn. It was kind of weird because I could physically feel what she was doing, even though I was watching a different girl. It was amazingly intense.”
I am always on the lookout for fun toys and gags to take along to a swing club. I’ve written about how nice it is to use a fun “something” to break the ice when meeting new couples at a club.
Last night, before heading out with Rick, we were watching “The Stash” on Playboy TV. The hostess is a cutie who brings us pervs all the latest goofy news in the porn and sex worlds. Last night she did a story on something we’ll no doubt be seeing at bachelorette parties everywhere this year; the DickHat. Chocolate hats a man can put on his cock. No kidding. Choose from two styles: the Viking or the Cowboy (Minnesota and Dallas football fans – are you reading?)
For DIY-ers, you can get the mold kit on Amazon. Otherwise, visit www.incrediblethings.com. Have fun with them!
The topic of female bisexuality is so pervasive in the swinger community these days, I was intrigued when this post on www.usbigirls.com caught my eye. Scroll through a handful of online swinger profiles and you’ll find women (or their partners) describing themselves as mostly bi-curious, bi-sexual, bi-friendly or bi-furious. Swinging has become a very acceptable way for women to test their bi-sexuality, and Lord knows I’m no different.
I invite you to read on, and I’ll let you know where I fall on the spectrum at the end of the article. I would also love to hear whether this list holds true for bisexual men. (KDaddy23, any thoughts on this?)
We all know the definition for homosexual and heterosexual. These terms are specific and definite in the description of the gender to which a person of either sexuality is attracted to, emotionally and sexually. A homosexual is attracted to his/her own gender and a heterosexual is attracted to the opposite gender. These encompass the identifying labels of gay, lesbian and straight. People whose sexuality is not specific to gender attraction fall into the general category of bisexual. There is a lot of confusion about the concept of bisexuality and what it means.
A significant percentage of people experience sexual and emotional attractions and feelings towards people of both genders, at varying times throughout their lives. Thus bisexuality is an all-encompassing term. Many find the term too vague and all-inclusive, lacking the definition to describe their particular sexuality, and prefer the labels pansexual, non-preferential, sexually fluid, ambi-sexual, or queer.
Alfred Kinsey’s sexual orientation scale allows for a continuum of zero to six. Heterosexuals score at zero and homosexuals score at six. That leaves the entire inside range of his scale in the bisexuality realm. So what does this mean?
Those whose sexuality fall at the one or two range, are primarily heterosexual, but have some attraction and experiences with same-sex partners. Those who score a three are more or less equally attracted to both sexes. People at four and five on the Kinsey scale choose primarily same-sex partners, but are not completely gay or lesbian and have some heterosexual tendencies and relationships as well.
In recent years, many have ascribed to a more gender-fluid identity, especially those who have had surgery to transition from their birth gender to the opposite gender. The labels heterosexual, gay, lesbian, and bisexual do not take into consideration those who identify as transgender. This is a recent addition to the sexuality definitions and requires additional labeling to adequately consider all sexualities.
Many transgender people are transitioning from male to female, or from female to male, or identify as “gender-queer” because they do not comfortably fit into either the male or female gender. Since sexual orientation has always been based on the gender of your sexual partners, if gender is not a rigid category, labels such as straight and gay become much less meaningful or relevant.
Bisexual people are a very diverse group. Psychologist J.R. Little has identified at least 13 types of bisexuality in his extensive research on the subject. If you identify as bisexual, perhaps one of these will sound familiar to your particular sexual orientation.
1. Alternating – This is the bisexual who choses one gender at a time and has a relationship with that person. This person may appear to others to be straight during their relationship with the opposite sex and then appear to be gay during a time when they have a same-sex relationship.
2. Circumstantial – This bisexual is primarily heterosexual but will choose a same-sex partner when no opposite sex partner is available. Private same-sex school, military and prison are examples of the environment where this type of bisexuality presents itself in the person.
3. Concurrent Relationship – This bisexual has a primary relationship with one gender and concurrently has casual sex with the other gender, in an uncommitted secondary relationship.
4. Conditional – This bisexual is primarily either gay or straight, but chooses to switch to a relationship with the other gender for a specific purpose, not related to their sexuality. An example would be a lesbian woman who marries a man for social acceptance or to have children. Also, prostitutes who will have sex with a gender outside their sexuality, is another example.
5. Emotional – This type is primarily either gay or straight, but has intimate emotional relationships with the other gender.
6. Integrated – This bisexual has more than one primary relationship at the same time with both genders. An example would be a polyamorous woman, living with her husband and another woman, with both relationships taking a primary position with a long term commitment.
7. Exploratory – This bisexual is either straight or gay/lesbian, but has sex with the other gender just to satisfy their curiosity and see what it’s like.
8. Hedonistic – Primarily straight or gay/lesbian but will sometimes have recreational sex with a different gender purely for sexual satisfaction.
9. Recreational – Primarily heterosexual, but will engage in gay or lesbian sex only when under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol.
10. Isolated – This type had one or more same-sex experiences in the past, but identifies as straight or gay/lesbian now.
11. Latent – This type has desires, but only fantasizes and dreams of having bisexual sex. Their actual sexual behavior is clearly limited to either homosexual or heterosexual.
12. Motivational – This type is women who are straight but have sex with other women purely as a means to pleasing their male partner who has requested it for his own satisfaction. An example would be a threesome escapade.
13. Transitional – This is the type that is going from being straight to being gay, or vice versa. A lot of bisexuals receive criticism based on this type, and are pigeon-holed as being transitional, because transitional type bisexuals exist.
Most of the millions of bisexuals that exist in the world do not openly out themselves. Since most bisexuals keep their sexual orientation to themselves, bisexuals as a group have little visibility in society.
Moreover, many bisexuals feel unwelcomed in both the straight and gay communities. As they don’t fit in anywhere, they feel like outsiders to the mainstream, well-established hetero and homosexual communities. This breeds isolation and confusion among many, as they lack an established community of their own, where they can find acceptance and role models. Gay men believe that bisexual men are really gay, but claiming to be bisexual to ease the impact or because they are in denial. Straight men display homophobia by victimizing gay and bisexual men. Straight women reject bisexual men, fearing they may have AIDS or are on the verge of changing their sexuality. Lesbians distrust bisexual women, thinking they are all transitional, or just using men to maintain their heterosexual identity in society. Straight women distrust and reject bisexual women, fearful of sexual pressure to partake in bisexual escapades.
The two types of bisexuals that the straight and gay communities see, are not representative of the bisexual community at large. The transitional type, on their way to becoming straight or gay, and the pathological type, that of neuroses, confusion and metal instability, unable to determine what sexuality they are. Both are examples of a temporary bisexuality which is characterized by a phase, rather than an authentic sexuality.
As more information, studies and public awareness allows for a deeper understanding and acceptance of the bisexual community, there is hope that stereotypes of bisexuals will diminish and society will broaden their ability to accept bisexuals, regardless of their type.
True confession: On Kinsey’s scale, I would place myself as a one or two. I do feel attraction toward certain women and toward certain types of women. Being married to a red-blooded American male, he of course, is very supportive of my occasional desires to play with other women.
And among this list of 13, I would say I started at #11, then moved to #7, and now alternate between #8 and #3. It’s definitely been a journey and a learning experience. One that I’ve enjoyed every step of the way.
Ladies (and gentlemen)? Where do you fall on the scale?
Seems like an eternity since I last posted – about anything. I hope you are all well and enjoying some fun ‘indiscretions’ of your own every now and then. Rick and I are still alive and kicking (but not each other, mind you), but we’ve cut back on swinging activities, for a couple of reasons, mostly, although we still consider ourselves ‘in the lifestyle’. So what’s been keeping us busy?
After much consideration, Rick took a job in another city and basically lives there Sunday evening through Friday afternoon. The money was too good to pass up and he really enjoys what he’s doing and the people he works with. He will eventually get a job back here so we can live like a normal (?) couple again, but for now, it’s me, two dogs, a cat and a kid here at home during the week. When you only have 48 hours a week to spend together, hanging at the swing clubs is one priority that tends to get pushed down the list a few notches.
We’ve also begun to pursue other sexually-themed activities. We’ve enjoyed our little exploration into OM (Orgasmic Meditation) and intend to pursue it regularly. Once we get a massage table. Long story, but suffice it to say that Rick is very tall, and finding a comfortable position for him to stand or sit while he massages my clit for 15 minutes is no easy task. I think a padded massage table with adjustable legs would be perfect. We’d also like to learn more about tantric techniques, so we have to find time to pursue those interests in our precious 48 hours each week. We are also journeying (albeit slowly) into the D/s lifestyle and finding that it’s really fascinating and sexy, although we haven’t done enough yet to write about. Yet.
I’m also going to venture into the world of erotic self-publishing and write a book in 2014. Look for more adventures from Stacey and Justin (Don’t Fear the Beard) and perhaps stories from a brand-new set of horny, polyamorous characters. (Now that I wrote this, I guess I actually have to do it. LOL)
One thing I think every woman should do at least once in her lifetime is pose nude. Remember the episode of Sex and the City where Samantha poses nude, then hangs the photo of her naked ass right next to her front door, where the pizza delivery man and anyone else who comes to her door can see it? Well, I posed for some fine art photography a few weeks ago as a gift to Rick, who agreed to share a couple of pics with you. The great thing about fine art photography (vs. boudoir) is that the focus is on a part of your body, rather than your entire body, or your face. Using shadows in black and white photography creates a very flattering photograph, even if you’re thick. My female photographer did a great job of making me feel comfortable, which allowed me to focus on the pose rather than “Omigod, does she think I’m fat?” Ladies, you should definitely try it.
Actually, Halloween for swingers is like Fat Tuesday for Catholics and Christians. The analogy is even more striking after reading Wikipedia’s definition of the holiday: “…Popular practices include wearing masks and costumes, overturning social conventions, dancing, sports competitions, parades, etc.” While I don’t think I’ve seen a sports competition at a swinger’s Halloween party, (yet, anyway) I think the comparisons are eerily familiar.
Rick and I attended a costume party at a swinger’s club last weekend. It was our first time dressing up for Halloween as a couple. Yes, ever. (Hey, that’s only 5 1/2 years). After some discussion, we decided to go as gladiators/Romans/Spartans/one who wears a toga. We had already purchased these costumes last spring to take with us on our trip to a couples’ resort in Mexico, but ended up not wearing them then. We looked hot, if I do say so myself. We invited our favorite unicorn, Angelina, to join us, and she agreed. She came dressed as a…unicorn. It was a very cute, sexy outfit that she got many comments and compliments on.
We arrived at the club just as it opened, knowing that it would soon be packed to the rafters with hot and horny people. We danced and enjoyed cocktails and met several new, fun couples. Most everyone wore a costume, although there were a few who arrived in regular street clothes and club wear. (Ok, so you’re a swinger and decide to venture in to a club sans costume on the Saturday before Halloween. Really??? Do you own a calendar?) Despite the plain Janes, there were lots of creative, sexy and barely-there costumes represented. French maids, Playboy bunnies, latex princesses, schoolgirls, you name it.
But my absolute favorite costume was worn by a guy who came dressed as Walter White from the TV show Breaking Bad. Rick and I became fans of this show very late in it’s existence. Like this year. Once we discovered it, we watched five years of episodes in about three months. I so wish we had discovered this gem years ago, but better late than never, I suppose. Anyway, this guy looked like Bryan Cranston‘s twin (the actor who plays Walter White). He wore Heisenberg’s black fedora to start with, then as the evening progressed he donned Walter’s typical meth-cooking attire: tidy whities, a chef’s apron and Doc Martens boots. His wife/girlfriend came as
the sexy French maid (I must have missed the episode she was in, LOL) and didn’t leave his side for most of the evening. I loved the creativity of his costume so much that I tried to think up a clever pick-up line. (“I know Walter White is a chemistry teacher, but do you think he enjoyed history enough to fantasize about fucking Cleopatra?”)
But alas, I didn’t.
As the club rapidly filled with people, I thought it might be time to go play for a bit. By now Angelina had pulled Rick’s cock out from under his toga and was stroking it to a full hard-on. He said to her, “You’re being very naughty,” to which she replied “YES, I AM!” She and I had also been making out from time to time, so I figured we should get a bed before they were all taken.
We found an empty bed fairly quickly. One thing about Halloween sex: sometimes the costumes can be a big pain in the ass to deal with. Although mine and Rick’s costumes were easy to get off, poor Angelina had to get out of a corset, take off a wig, a tutu, knee-high stockings, heels, and her unicorn horn. I silently wondered how many swingers decide NOT to have sex at a Halloween party due to the sheer hassle of dealing with costumes.
After we collectively helped Angelina out of her costume, we got busy. One thing I love about Angelina is that she’s crazy fun. She loves to be our “dirty little slut” so I told her I wanted her to fuck Rick while I watched for a few minutes. I put his cock inside her, which is always fun, and watched her grind on top of him. She did that for a while then Rick told her to get off and eat my pussy, which was already soaking wet.
“Is she always this wet?” she asked him.
“Usually. Unless she’s exhausted or not feeling well, she’s usually good to go,” he replied.
Their exchange struck me as funny because it sounded like they were talking about me as if I wasn’t there.
She went down on me while Rick played with my nipples. In no time they had sent me over the edge to a delicious orgasm. She played with me a little longer then BAM! – she rolled off the bed and onto the floor, sending all three of us into uncontrollable laughter. As she quickly climbed back onto the bed, we heard some girl’s voice say, “Oh, my God! Is she naked?”
She composed herself and moved over to Rick’s cock, taking it in her mouth. I got behind Angelina and went down on
her at the same time. She licked and sucked and I heard his breathing quicken so I decided to move up to join her in giving him some oral pleasure. He enjoys having two girls take turns sucking his cock so that’s what we did. I took his balls in my mouth as she worked his shaft. He got up on his knees as we continued running our tongues and lips over his hard shaft and swollen balls. When he was close to cumming, we pulled back and told him to cum on our faces. He stroked himself a few more times and shot his wad all over our faces, necks and tits.
We could hear more people gathering in the room to look for beds to play on. I overheard some people lamenting the lack of beds, but we had no interest in giving ours up. Angelina and I cleaned ourselves off then she lay back and it was my turn to taste her wet pussy. Her clit was rock hard. I ran my tongue around it and started sucking on it as she moaned. I inserted two fingers inside her and started massaging her g-spot. After a few minutes Rick took over massaging her, using his big fingers to bring her to a climax. We all sat back and relaxed for a few minutes afterward, then decided to take on the task of getting our unicorn back into her costume. Re-lacing and hooking that corset took some time with the limited light available but we managed to get her put back together. We looked around for a clean sheet to replace the one we’d played on but by the time we found one and returned to the bed, it had been claimed by a handful of patient albeit horny folks.
Angelina and I made a quick trip to the ladies’ room before the three of us returned to our spot, which had by that time been claimed by some other partygoers. However, they moved their beer bottles to let us back in. We danced a little while longer into the wee hours before calling it a night. Angelina promised she’d try to bring her friend Antonio along for the next play date.
We had so much fun at our pre-Halloween party that I don’t feel like I missed out on anything as I hand out candy to the neighborhood kids tonight. Although I wish we’d remembered to get a picture of us in our costumes.
Did you dress up this Halloween?
Tits are lookin’ good, girl…
Ashley admired herself in the full-length mirror. She had just bought the royal blue dress, thinking the color accentuated the auburn undertones in her dark brown hair. She figured it would cover enough of her C-cup breasts to avoid getting arrested, but not enough so her date for the night wouldn’t notice. As she turned to the vanity to finish her makeup, her husband, Dalton, let out a whistle.
“You’re going out dressed like THAT?” he teased as he slapped her on the ass.
“You got a problem with it?” Ashley retorted back, as the corners of her mouth began to turn upward in a sexy smile.
“No, I just think your date is going to be speechless when she sees you,” he answered.
Ashley turned her attentions back to finishing her makeup. She and Dalton had been married for a few years and still loved to tease and flirt with each other. They started swinging two years ago and really enjoyed the friends they’d made in the Lifestyle. They started off gradually; enjoying occasional threesomes before moving onto full swapping with other couples. They’d even invited another man to join them one night at the club for some MFM activity, which is how they’d met Jesse. Jesse and his wife Roxanne were longtime swingers. One night at their favorite swing club Roxanne was invited to participate in a threesome without Jesse. He didn’t have a problem with it and told her to go enjoy herself. He sat at the bar chatting with the bartender when Ashley began flirting with him, which ultimately led to Jesse participating in a threesome with her and Dalton. Roxanne met up with them later for some play, and the foursome hit it off, becoming fast friends.
Several weeks ago, after a fun night of play, Ashley suggested to Roxanne something different.
“Have you ever thought about playing with another woman…without husbands being around?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Yeah, sometimes I think it would be really nice to have a girl’s night, where we can do girly things. All kinds of girly things,” Roxanne answered, winking at Ashley.
Ashley’s eyes widened. “You want to?” she asked.
“Hell yes, you’re so hot, Ash,” she replied. “I love it when the four of us are together, and I love playing with Dalton, but I think it would be nice to enjoy a woman without a man trying to get a poke in, right?” Both girls giggled.
They agreed to talk to their respective husbands about it and text each other the next day. On their way home from the club, Ashley casually asked, “Would you mind if Roxy and I had a girl’s night out in a couple of weeks?”
“You mean like getting your nails done and going shopping?” Dalton asked.
“Not really. More like dinner, drinks and pussy for dessert,” she answered nervously.
“Ah-ha. I see. Where is this girl’s night going to be?” he queried.
“We were thinking of getting a room at the Renaissance so neither you nor Jesse would have to give up your house,” she answered.
“Very thoughtful of you,” Dalton teased. “Can we at least get a couple of souvenir photos?”
Ashley playfully punched him in the arm and sighed in exasperation. “Men are such pigs.”
The next day Roxanne reported a similar conversation with her husband and the two women laughed as they agreed on a date. As Ashley put the finishing touches on her makeup, she remembered the excitement she felt as they discussed all the particulars. Ashley was always very open about how beautiful she thought Roxanne was, and Roxanne returned her admiration. Roxanne was a blonde, of average height with a tiny waist, sexy hips and the most perfect pair of DDD cup breasts money could buy. Ashley was stunned when she learned Roxanne had implants. There were virtually no scars to be found. In swing clubs and at house parties Roxanne gave out her surgeon’s name and number more often than she gave out her own.
Ashley finished her makeup, grabbed her clutch purse and walked to the front door. She stopped to kiss Dalton goodbye. He was immersed in a rerun of Duck Dynasty, to be followed by a football game at a bar with Jesse.
“You’re kidding,” was all Ashley could say.
“Have fun honey,” was his reply.
Ashley felt her palms get a little sweaty and noticed her heart beating a little faster as she drove to the hotel to meet Roxanne. The hotel had a fabulous restaurant that was a local favorite. It was small, dark and quiet, but with a sexy vibe that couples loved. She hoped Roxanne was as excited about having lesbian sex as she was. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but Roxanne aroused her desires like no other woman had.
She pulled into the parking lot and saw her friend’s car already there. She parked and quickly walked inside. Roxanne stood up to wave her over to their table. Ashley was breathless. Roxanne was wearing black silk pants, black stiletto heels and a sheer black top. Her ample cleavage spilled out over the top of her lacy bra. She looked like a movie star.
“Wow! You look amazing!” Ashley gushed as the women greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.
“Girl, you look pretty hot yourself,” Roxanne answered.
For the next hour the women enjoyed themselves, ordering a bottle of wine to go along with their seafood entrees. They both started to feel the effects of the alcohol, and wisely cut themselves off after one glass. They would take the bottle to their room to finish later.
After the women finished their meal and paid the bill, they grabbed the bottle of wine and went off to the room upstairs. Ashley booked the room but hadn’t seen it yet. Both ladies gasped in delight as Ashley opened the door. There was a luxurious king-sized bed and built-in Jacuzzi tub.
“I’d carry you over the threshold, baby, if I wasn’t so drunk,” Roxanne said. Both girls laughed hysterically for a minute.
“I’m going to find some music,” Ashley said as she started tinkering with the in-room sound system.
“I’ll start the bubbles,” Roxanne replied as she turned on the tub faucet and poured her favorite bubble bath that she remembered to bring, along with some other sex toys.
Ashley found a light jazz station while Roxanne evenly poured the last of the wine into two glasses. She walked over to Ashley and began kissing her lightly along her neck and collarbone. Ashley, already feeling relaxed from the effects of the wine, dropped her head back so her dark hair cascaded down her back and let out a moan.
“I’m so glad we decided to do this, Roxy,” she whispered.
“Me too, Ash,” she replied. “We’re going to have some fun tonight, right?” Ashley realized at that moment Roxanne had lowered the straps on her dress and was playing with her nipples, hardened with excitement.
Ashley lifted her head and started kissing Roxanne on the mouth, lightly at first, then using her tongue to part Roxanne’s succulent red lips to where both women had their tongues deeply down each other’s throat. Ashley wrapped her hands around Roxanne’s waist, then moved them down to grab her ass. Roxanne continued working Ashley’s nipples, arousing her to near orgasm. Roxanne knew Ashley’s hot spots, and, as the more aggressive of the two, intended to push those hot buttons to their ultimate limit, which would drive them both wild.
Ashley began unbuttoning Roxanne’s shirt, then reached back to unclasp her bra. She pulled out of their kiss in time to see Roxanne’s huge tits tumble out of her bra and her nipples harden in the cool air. Ashley tossed her friend’s clothes aside and bent down to caress Roxanne’s right nipple with her tongue.
Roxanne pushed Ashley’s dress down to the floor, leaving her standing nude, clad only in her heels. Roxanne unbuttoned her own slacks, dropped them to the floor and kicked off her heels.
Ashley was about to do the same, but Roxanne said firmly, “No, baby, leave them on.” She took Ashley by the hand and led her over to the edge of the bed and sat down. When she sat down, her eyes became level with Ashley’s smooth, shaved pussy. Ashley’s stiletto’s lifted her high enough so Roxanne could lick her pussy. She parted Ashley’s legs ever so slightly and began fingering her slit. Ashley dropped her head back and began caressing Roxanne’s hair, using her head to balance herself.
Roxanne leaned in and went to work. Ashley began moaning on first contact. She’d wanted Roxy all to herself, and knew that Roxy wanted the same thing. She also knew Roxy was a little more aggressive in the bedroom than she was, and she eagerly awaited whatever surprises her friend and playmate had in store for her.
Roxanne ran her tongue back and forth along Ashley’s soaking slit. Then she gently pulled back the hood, exposing Ashley’s swollen, throbbing clit and began sucking gently. Ashley’s eyes opened wide and her moans grew louder.
“Yesssss, Roxy,” she said as her hips rocked back and forth. Ashley turned her head to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw a tall brunette wearing only stiletto heels, nipples hardened, a red glow spreading across her upper chest, legs spread and seemingly glued to her blonde friend’s mouth. The image, plus Roxy’s insistent sucking, brought her to her first shuddering climax of the evening. As she came on her friend’s face, her knees buckled and she had to reach out to brace herself against the wall as her pussy contracted over and over again.
“OHMIGODDDD, I’m cumming!!” Ashley moaned as her legs swayed back and forth. Roxanne kept licking as she felt her friend come down from her climax. She pulled away and fell backward on the bed, panting.
She looked up at her beautiful friend and said, “You like?” with a smile.
Ashley straddled her friend on the bed, panting, “Like?? I LOVED IT!” She lowered herself down on top of Roxanne and began kissing her slowly and deeply. She caressed one of Roxanne’s giant breasts. They were so firm, yet so sensitive. Ashley took a nipple between her thumb and index finger and tugged gently. She knew Roxy would love it.
Roxanne began moaning through Ashley’s kisses. Ashley slowly began kissing her way down to Roxanne’s honey pot. She lightly caressed Roxanne’s smooth mound and continued south to part her pussy lips, already soaked. Roxy spread her legs wide, exposing her womanhood to her friend. Ashley moved down and lightly blew cool breath over Roxy’s hungry pussy. She swore she could see Roxy’s clit throbbing. Ashley inserted two fingers into Roxy’s wet pussy and found her g-spot. It was already engorged when Ashley began massaging and applying pressure.
Roxanne arched her back and began to play with her own nipples. “Do me, Ash,” she half-moaned, half-whispered.
Photo credit: Dane Jones
Ashley reached down and began licking Roxanne’s swollen clit. She loved how Roxanne tasted. She licked all around her pussy lips, then back up to her clit. She used her tongue to apply light pressure to her clit as her fingers stroked the g-spot inside. Roxanne could hardly keep her hips still and they began to grind back and forth on Ashley’s face. Ashley knew she was close. She continued until Roxanne let out a high-pitched wail.
“Ashhh…!” Roxanne squealed as she squirted cum juices all over Ashley’s face and hair. She soaked the sheets. Ashley kept massaging her spot and watched her friend squirm as she squirted several times more.
As Roxanne caught her breath, Ashley climbed up and lay down next to her and kissed her lips, cheek and neck. Roxanne rolled over and hugged Ashley, saying, “God that was so amazing. This is great, just being here with you.”
“Yeah, I agree. Hey, you want to get into the tub before the water gets cold?” Ashley asked.
“Sure,” Roxanne answered. The girls slowly peeled themselves off the bed and lowered their spent bodies into the warm tub.
As they sat and sipped wine, Roxanne’s hands found their way over to Ashley’s sudsy tits. Even though they were a lot smaller than her own, Roxanne loved their perkiness and sensitivity, especially the nipples. Ashley returned the attention by running her own hands over Roxanne’s pendulous and sudsy breasts. Both women quickly became aroused again. Roxanne began kissing Ashley on the neck and whispered in her ear, “I brought my strap-on. Want to play with it?”
Ashley opened her eyes and locked them on Roxanne’s. “Do I get to be your bitch tonight?” she asked.
Ashley loved anal sex. Dalton introduced her to it when they were dating and Ashley loved it from the start. She loved how intense her orgasms were when Dalton fucked her ass and played with her clit. When she and Dalton would swap with Jesse and Roxanne, Ashley often asked Jesse for anal, and Jesse always obliged.
Roxanne didn’t enjoy receiving anal as much as Ashley did, but she did enjoy wearing a strap-on dildo and fucking other women with it. She and Ashley had only had sex with the strap-on a handful of times, but Roxanne noted how much Ashley seemed to love surrendering her tender asshole to Roxanne’s big black dildo.
Roxanne got out of the tub, dried off and pulled the strap-on and anal lube out of her bag. Ashley loved to watch Roxanne transform into this more dominant persona and she felt herself becoming even more aroused. “Where are you going to fuck me, Mistress?” she asked with a mocking sweetness.
“Right there where you are, little girl,” Roxanne replied. She stepped back in the tub, pulled Ashley to a standing position and turned her around, so she was bent over the tub. Ashley braced herself on the side of the tub and looked behind her to see Roxanne pouring lube on her finger as she spread Ashley’s ass cheeks. She warmed the lube with her fingers before slowly inserting a finger in Ashley’s ass. She felt another pair of fingers gently stroking her clit.
Roxanne slowly pumped her finger in and out of Ashley’s ass to prime it as she fingered her clit with the other hand. She could feel her friend relax as her pussy began spilling its juices. Ashley arched her back and growled in delight.
“Fill me up, Mistress!” Ashley begged.
Roxanne slowly removed her finger, positioned her dildo at Ashley’s ass opening and slowly entered her friend as she held the base of the huge plastic schlong. Roxanne could see the dildo disappear inside Ashley’s tight little ass and heard her squeal with delight as she filled her friend. She handed Ashley a small, waterproof vibrator to put on her clit. Ashley grabbed it and began massaging her swollen love button as Roxanne grabbed her hips and began to thrust in her ass.
Water splashed with each thrust. Roxanne’s thrusting quickened and she grabbed Ashley’s damp hair and pulled it, raising her friend’s head. Ashley loved being Roxanne’s sex slave, even for just a few minutes. In no time, Ashley’s pussy contracted in orgasmic pleasure. Roxanne didn’t let up at all and continued thrusting through her orgasm in hopes of drawing out another. She let go of Ashley’s hair and began lightly stroking her back and asked, “Ready for another?”
“Y-y-y-e-s-s Mistress, please may I cum again?” she asked.
Roxanne continued thrusting. Ashley placed the vibrator inside her pussy and began rubbing her clit with her hand. She nearly approached sensory overload as her pussy contracted again from all the stimulation. She howled in delight as her orgasm flooded her body. Roxanne sensed her friend’s exhaustion and stopped thrusting. She caressed her friend’s body as she slowly pulled the dildo out of Ashley’s ass. She helped Ashley out of the tub, wrapped her in a thick bath sheet, walked her over to the bed and laid her down. She smoothed the damp hair away from Ashley’s face and softly kissed her. Ashley, still panting from the most amazing climax she’d ever experienced, wrapped her arms around Roxanne and hugged her tightly.
“This is so much fun, Roxy,” she said. “Let’s take a nap and do it some more.”
“Absolutely, baby,” Roxanne replied as she pulled back the blankets so they could snuggle underneath. Ashley spooned Roxanne, holding her huge breasts as she dozed off. She could hardly wait for Round 2.