Who has the Power?

At dinner tonight with my girlfriend, we talked about who has the most power anymore ... men or women.  We came to our own conclusions, but I'd like to hear yours.  So the question is this:

Who has more power, men or women, and why?

I can't wait to hear what you think.

Our First House Party

We met Hank and Nan on a swingers houseboat trip some years ago, and it turned out they lived only a couple miles from us.  They hosted a big swing party once a month at their home for about 50 couples, and we were invited on several occasions.  We particularly liked these parties because (a) they were close by, and (b) we discovered that some of our other friends attended this party as well.  

So one evening we got all dressed up in our sexy best; I tend to favor a bustier like the blue one I was wearing that night, 

along with a great pair of matching CFM shoes.  

Dean was wearing a deep blue silk shirt and nice black slacks.

Keep in mind, this is the first house party we've ever attended.

When we got to the neighborhood, we had to find a place to park ... the streets were jammed full and we had to park several blocks away and walk.  Yes, Dean could have dropped me off, but no, I didn't want to stand out front and wait for him, nor did I want to go into the party alone.  So we walked the several blocks to their home; fortunately it was winter, so the long coat I was wearing to cover up my almost nakedness didn't look odd.

When we got there, we were a bit surprised to see that they were expecting a $25 "donation" per couple; we have since learned that this isn't at all unusual.  It helps pay for the food and drink, not to mention the cleaning crew that has to come in both before and after the party.  Asking for $25 is very reasonable, but some will ask for $10 per couple, and others $50 on up to $100 or more per couple ... it just depends on what they are providing, the type of atmosphere, and frankly, the class of people attending.  And don't let the term "donation" fool you; the payment is expected.  But it's called a "donation" because that way they can't get in trouble for operating a "business" without a business license, or for not reporting income.  

So we walked inside, and Nan was at the door greeting the guests.  Nan was plain and simple, always very quiet and reserved, and we got feeling that she was just in the LifeSyle because Hank wanted it, but her heart didn't seem to be in it.  I don't think we've ever even seen her smile.  

Dean and I strolled through the house front to back, peeking into all the rooms, scoping out all the different guests, mostly an older crowd (older than us anyway, by 15 years or more).  We walked into the backyard where we discovered a pool and a jacuzzi, lounge chairs, and a banquet laid out for the taking.  Many of the ladies brought food to contribute; sometimes that's a requirement for single ladies at house parties. 

We felt a little bad; this being our first house party, we didn't know about the food or donation, so we didn't contribute, but we also didn't take any food or drinks either.  In any case, Hank and Nan seemed not to mind, and Hank was clearly very happy that we were there (fresh meat, no doubt!).  

While scoping out the guests, we passed one couple that had definite possibilities.  Near our own ages, he was tall, dark and handsome, (my favorite kind!) wearing beautiful, elegant clothes; we later learned that he was Persian.  And she was pretty, petite, and exotic looking ... (Chinese, we later discovered), wearing a pretty golden teddy.  This handsome, sensuous man and I were attracted immediately ... we could see it in each other's eyes, and our breathing rate visibly became more rapid.  I hoped that Dean would find the woman attractive.  We continued walking past each other, as if we had some place better to go, and I was fairly certain that we would see each other again, and soon. 

We also encountered another couple we knew (Rob & Wiggles), whom we had met on the same houseboat trip where we met Hank and Nan, and they also lived within a few miles of our home, so we were pleased to see them there as well.  We chatted with Rob & Wiggles for a few minutes, when the handsome man (Bruce) and exotic woman (Carmine) came up to us and the four of us began flirting.  Before long, Bruce took my arm, and giving Dean and Carmine a knowing look, escorted me to one of the bedrooms with Dean and Carmine following close behind.  

Bruce and I began to kiss, our tongues dancing, and touch, our bodies awakening.  And we could see that Dean and Carmine were doing the same.  I was concerned about Carmine, as she didn't seem to be fully involved (she was watching me and Bruce more than she was paying attention to Dean), but Bruce and I were enjoying ourselves immensely, and naughty wife that I am, I decided not to worry too much about Dean and Carmine.  

Bruce smelled good, like one of those sexy men's fragrances (I think it was Obsession for Men, one of the few that I love), and tasted sweet on my lips and tongue.  I personally smelled and tasted like honey and almond (I love Kama Sutra products and always wear them when I'm expecting a sexy encounter) from head to toe.  After all, it pays to be deliciously edible!  Bruce and I spent a good deal of time on intimate touching and tasting, and at one point he asked me if he could lick my asshole ... I responded very firmly, "NO".  Maybe that was a mistake, but no tongues there!  Anywhere, and everywhere else, YES!  But NOT in my ass!  I mean, how could I kiss the guy after that, right?  

By this time, Dean had already fucked Carmine ... I think he decided to get it over with since she just wasn't that into it (I've since decided that she prefers women ... I'll try to remember explain this comment later).  Dean thinks she was just doing it to please Bruce, and I think he's right. 

At this point, Bruce and I are now laying on a king-sized mattress (not a full-on bed, just a mattress with fresh sheets and some pillows).  I'm laying on my side with Bruce next to me, and we are still enjoying the titillation of foreplay.  Dean is sitting cross-legged at the head of our mattress, fully enjoying watching me and Bruce playing, and my head is almost resting in Deans naked lap, but not quite.  

The next thing I know, Bruce has already put a condom on, is kneeling above me, and is firmly grasping me by my hips.  He flips me over onto my hands and knees, presenting a clear picture of my exposed ass and glistening pussy.  I hear moans and gasps and groans coming from the darkness surrounding our mattress, and I now realize that we are the floor show, and all the single men (yes, this house party allowed single men, which doesn't always happen) know I'm about to get fucked, and they are all wishing it was there dicks that were going to plunge into my throbbing juiciness.  

Dean is still sitting cross-legged, and he is just inches in front of my face.  He, too, has a big, hard dick, and I'm close enough to him to see the naked lust in his eyes, how proud he is that I'm his woman, and that all the men want to fuck me, but I belong to him, and he knows it.  He's also pleased to know that I want to get fucked by Bruce, that I lust for it, that it gives me pleasure to get fucked and be lusted after by all these men.  He loves that he married a slut, his slut, who loves spreading her legs and taking it all in.  

Bruce again slides his fingers between my lips, gently pinching my clit, my juices coating his fingers, then sucks the juices off each finger one-by-one.  I feel the head of his cock, slowly sliding between my legs, spreading my lips, and when he is completely inside me, I go insane.  What a great cock!  What a fantastic cock!  It is bent slightly, not straight, and it is the perfect shape to hit my G-Spot with every plunge into my pussy.  Dean's dick is right in front of me, and I bend down to take it into my mouth as I'm being invaded from behind.  Oh my God!  This is a dream cum true!  I'm being fucked by one beautiful man ... fabulously fucked, that is, by this perfect cock, and going down on my husband, my lover, at the same time, all the while being worshiped from afar by all the single men watching, wishing they were in this picture.  

My mouth is full of cock, my pussy is full of cock, and I'm moaning, and writhing, and cumming, and cumming, and cumming, again and again.  I've never experienced anything like this, and I revel it!  Dean is loving it too ... loving my moans with him deep in my throat, feeling the deep vibrations in waves over his cock, watching Bruce plunge, again and again.  Oh, how I wish it would never end!  

But it does come to an end, and Dean gets up and goes to get me a tall glass of water to replenish my spent juices.  As Dean returns, I see that Rob and Wiggles are with him.  I think they may have been watching from the darkness, along with all the others, but I'm not sure.  I'm laying back in Bruce's arms, and I'm completely spent, unable to move, other than to down that tall drink of water that my body is so in need of.  

Bruce is rubbing now my body, stroking my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and I see that Wiggles and Dean are starting to play; I'm so glad, I've had my fun, and I want Dean to have some real fun with a real woman who really knows how to enjoy herself.  And as I'm leaning back against Bruce, and Dean and Wiggles are beginning to play, Rob kneels down and joins Bruce in rubbing and stroking my body.  I'm nothing but Jello now, putty in their hands, and under their tongues, as they both begin to explore my entire body from head to toe ... my ears, my neck, my shoulders, my hips, the backs of my knees, my feet, my nipples, and my pussy.  

Bruce is paying most of his attention to my upper half as I am leaning back into his body, while Rob is paying in-depth attention to my lower half, exploring the depths of Gabrielle with fingers and tongue as I begin again to purr.  I can feel the fire building once again in my thighs, the ache deepening in my groin, and my pussy is starting to glow again.  

Now Dean and Wiggles have joined in, and I am the center of the universe, I am a Goddess, and all are worshiping at the alter that is my body.  I'm lifted into the air by Bruce, and Rob planting my spread legs over his hips, plunges his cock into me while Bruce supports my body.  I'm floating in the air, fucking and being fucked, and someone slips a finger into my asshole, and I'm cumming again and again.  All the water I drank is being put to good use lubricating my orgasmic body.  

Dean is now helping to support me on one side as he fondles my breast while Rob is fucking me, and Wiggles is sucking on the nipple of my other breast.  I'm being carried over to a bed now, and set upon the bed, and Wiggles, well, she wiggles onto the bed next to me and, while Rob is still fucking me, Wiggles slips her fingers between my legs and slips her tongue between them and begins lavishing my clit and lips with affection.  Oh my God, this is amazing!  Then Rob cums, and he is replaced once again by Bruce between my legs, who after he cums, is now replaced by Dean.  

Everyone has cum, multiple times, but none as many as me, and I'm completely spent.  There are more cummers to this party, but I turn them away, or rather, Dean turns them away for me, as I literally cannot move.  What a perfectly fantastic evening!  I'm completely drained, spent, unable to move.  This is the evening that all other evenings shall forevermore be measured by.  

It's time to go home, and I cannot walk.  No, I cannot even stand.  Dean gathers my lingerie and slips it all into my bag, but he doesn't need to worry about my shoes, since they, and my silk thigh highs have never even come up my body.  Dean puts my coat on over my naked body, and picks me up in his strong arms (I do love a strong man).  Then we say goodnight, and he carries me back the several blocks to the car, places me in the seat, and takes me home, and puts me to bed. 

I can't wait to do this again!

I just heard this song today

This is a difficult song for me to listen to because it rings so true ... my poor son.  BTW, my husband never beat me physically ... only emotionally. 

Father of Mine by Everclear

Father of mine Tell me where have you been You know I just closed my eyes My whole world disappeared Father of mine Take me back to the day When I was still your golden boy Back before you went away I remember blue skies Walking the block I loved it when you held me high I loved to hear you talk You would take me to the movie You would take me to the beach You would take me to a place inside That is so hard to reach Father of mine Tell me where did you go You had the world inside your hand But you did not seem to know Father of mine Tell me what do you see When you look back at your wasted life And you don't see me I was ten years old Doing all that I could It wasn't easy for me To be a scared white boy In a black neighborhood Sometimes you would send me a birthday card With a five dollar bill I never understood you then And I guess I never will Daddy gave me a name My dad he gave me a name Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My daddy gave me a name Daddy gave me a name Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My daddy gave me a name Father of mine Tell me where have you been I just closed my eyes And the world disappeared Father of mine Tell me how do you sleep With the children you abandoned And the wife I saw you beat I will never be safe I will never be sane I will always be weird inside I will always be lame Now I'm a grown man With a child of my own And I swear I'm not going to let her know All the pain I have known Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My dad gave me a name Then he walked away My daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My daddy gave me a name Then he walked away Then he walked away Then he walked away

One night at Hank's House Party

Starring:  Me

Co-Starring:  Dean, Bob, and Bruce

This Calvin Klein ad gives you a little idea of a favorite memory that I'm thinking about ... but would you like to know more???

Tonight Dean is working at the club

Well, it's Wednesday night ... 

Every Wednesday night Dean is working at the club.  This is not something I really like; it's a swing club, and I'm not there with him.  Yes, I could go, but I don't so, "Why" you ask, "are you not there with him?"  

Because I work full time, Monday through Friday, and often on Saturday as well.  If the club were not so far away, I'm sure I would go, but it's easily a 2-hour drive, each way!  

I don't like that he goes to the club without me.  No, I'm not really concerned that he'll play without me, but I don't like it all the same.  I want to go, after all, but not if it is a 2-hour drive.  Not if I have to work the next morning, and I always do.

So you would think I'd like the fact that Dean has a regular gig, what with him having very little work these days, right?  Not so, in this case.  He makes that fricking 2-hour drive each way, works for 4 to 5 hours, and only gets paid $60!  Ridiculous! 

Another reason I don't like it is that if we go to the club on a night that he isn't working, like us going as a couple, going for fun (what a concept!), I hate it there now because everyone knows him, and only a few people know me!  That's no fun for me, and in fact, makes for me to get my feelings hurt.  I would like it much better if we went to a club where no one knows either of us instead.  That way I would have a better chance of being seen as an individual, and not just as Dean's wife.  

Does this make sense?

Today's Horoscope

This is my horoscope for 6/14/10 ... 


"You are being sent on an emotional journey, even if you don't think you have enough time to explore your feelings now. Nevertheless, you are ready to turn a corner when Venus dances into your 5th House of Love. Don't hold back; it's time to explore the pleasure that you seek, even if only in your dreams."


I LOVE IT!  I can't wait for Venus to dance into my 5th House of Love so I can explore the pleasure that I seek.

Our night with R & S

Dean and I occasionally travel to swing events.  Sometimes it's Vegas, or Reno, or Florida.  We don't go often because we simply can't afford it; with a hubby who is in the entertainment business, in this poor economy I'm pretty much the only bread-winner, and there just isn't enough bread to do nearly as much as we'd like to do, or as much as we used to do.  

By volunteering to help out at various swing events we are able to attend for free ... other than the cost of travel, room, and meals.  We don't have to pay for the event, and this makes it possible to attend from time-to-time.  

Being a volunteer at these events has advantages and disadvantages.  A definite advantage is  that we are always in the middle of what's going on.  We get to meet so many people we wouldn't have the chance to meet otherwise as a result.  A definite DISadvantage is that we are busy working during many of the fun events so can't always participate.  Also, we have to make time to sleep and eat, so getting a chance to play can be challenging.  

The last swing vacation event we attended was in Florida in November 2009 (I'm not talking about club events ... those are another story altogether).  We're very picky on who we will play with.  We have to like them ... I mean I have to like both the man AND the woman, and Dean has to like both the woman AND the man ... as people we would want to hang around with otherwise.  If we don't both like both of them then we won't play. 

We both liked Ron & Sabrina very much so we planned on getting together with them.

That night at the dance I was wearing a red and black bustier (aka corset or merry-widow) that took full advantage of my breasts and legs.

Ron and I were dirty dancing, and Sabrina and Dean were dirty dancing, and I certainly couldn't miss the twinkle in Ron's eyes as he watched me move on the dance floor with complete abandon, and a certainty that he would soon see me out of my sexy outfit. 

As we moved, looking into each other's eyes promising more sensuous things to cum, I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest, and leaning forward, I ever so gently traced his lips with my tongue.  Then I began nibbling his lips until our tongues were dancing as seductively as our bodies.  I moved to his neck, and then to his shoulders, and on down to his chest, giving his nipples special attention, with my legs slightly apart, and my hips swaying from side to side.  I ran my breasts up and down his body, again, swaying from side to side.

I turned around, leaning back into him with my arms back, holding onto his hips, as he cupped my breasts in his hands.  I pushed my ass into his crotch, slowly bent forward, and we began grinding on each other while he held onto my hips.  Running my fingernails down the insides of his legs to his ankles, then back up again, I was promising more to cum, and I felt his hardness through our clothes.  

We moved toward the exit, with Dean & Sabrina close behind us, to be joined by two other couples.  We made our way back to the room of Liz & Hal, whom we didn't know well, but who Ron & Sabrina knew.  So the four couples were me & Dean, Ron & Sabrina, Liz & Hal and Deb & Ken. 

When we got to Liz & Hal's room, Liz thought it would be a good idea to introduce ourselves with our names and something about us that we thought the others should know.  Never a bad idea, Liz went first.  She said, "I'm Liz, and I think you ought to know that I love to eat pussy."  This got some ooooohhhs and aaahhhs  from the group, as it always does.  After all, most men get so turned on by woman-on-woman action, and so many women are in the LifeStyle specifically so they can have a little woman-on-woman action themselves.  The rest of them went on introducing themselves and sharing a little fact about themselves, then it got to me, and I said, "I'm Gabrielle, and I DON'T eat pussy."  This was greeted with stunned silence, and I said, "Don't worry, I don't mind a bit if you eat my pussy, and I love to suck dick."  This was greeted with giggles and sighs of relief.

Then Liz says, "Okay, so let's pair up."  I could see that Liz had her eye on Ron, so I immediately grabbed him (I didn't want to play with Ken or Hal) and Dean immediately grabbed Sabrina ... this was the only pairing we had in mind and we meant to make sure it worked out that way (I said we are picky, and we are). A lot of people in the LifeStyle aren't as picky, and some are more picky.  Not only do we have to like the people we fuck, but we also have to be attracted to them, and believe me, there was no attraction for us to the others in the room, nice people though they were.

With two king size beds in the room, each couple had plenty of room to play.  Ron and I used the end of the bed we were on, with Deb and Hal using the rest of the bed to play.  Dean and Sabrina played on the majority of the other bed, and Liz and Ken were using the end of the other bed, just as Ron and I were using ours.

We started with me sitting on the foot of the bed, fully dressed (in my bustier, stockings, and high heals), rubbing against each other.  Ron began unhooking my bustier, freeing my breasts so he could suck on the nipples and make them nice and hard.  He now removes my panties.  Laying back, still with my thigh high stockings and high healed shoes on, Ron kneels down between my legs, gently spreads my wet lips, and ...

 

... firmly taking my clit in his mouth, he began to chew!

I kid you not ... I thought I was going to lose my clit!  What do I do?  Oh!  My!  God!  What makes Ron think that I would like this?  What woman would like this?

Please tell me, dear readers, do you like it like this?  If you do, I really want to know.  What are your thoughts?

I like it to start gently, as a little tease, a little flick, with a promise of things to cum.  I like it to progress slowly, slipping a finger into my pussy while plying my clit with gentle affection.

But all I can think now is what do I do?  How do I make it stop without bruising his ego?  I grab his head in my hands, and gently PRY him back out from between my legs.  I look deeply into his eyes and say, "It's my turn.  I want to go down on you."

We switch positions, and now Ron is sitting on the foot of the bed, with me taking control of the situation, switching back to my seduction of him where we left off on the dance floor.  The difference here is that I am now also slowly removing his clothes so I could expose and lavish every inch of his neck, sculpted chest, and flat stomach with the sensual attention of my fingers and moist tongue.  Working my way past that lovely hugh bulge in his satin boxers, just slightly grazing it as I worked past it and down the inside of his thighs with my finger nails and my tongue, down to the backs of his knees, all the way down to his ankles (after all, every inch of a man's body deserves to be lavished with attention).  I now worked my way back up to the inside of his thighs again, now tickling his balls ever so lightly, all the while breathing my hot breath on his dick, and gently flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

Now tracing his penis a little more firmly with my tongue, and now his balls, while stroking the insides of his thighs with my nails, giving every inch of him attention, until I finally take him deep into my mouth, moaning, making little groaning noises deep in my throat that I know he can feel, up and down, in and out, until he cannot stand it any more.  This is the way it's done.  I'm back in control of this situation.  Still with my thigh highs and high heals on, I push him back onto the bed, onto his elbows, with him still partially sitting up, looking at every inch of my exposed body.

I said to Ron, I need to get a condom ... Ron opens his hand, and he already has one!  Love a man who is prepared!

With one foot still on the floor, I straddle him, lifting one leg up over his hips and

s l o w l y, 

ever so  

s l o w l y, 

lower my wet pussy down over his now throbbing cock.  I can feel my pussy muscles quivering around him, and I rock my hips forward and back, grabbing his dick again and again with my tight pussy muscles, juices dripping, riding him for all he's worth.  Moaning and groaning, the sounds of release cumming, me and my religious litany ... oh God ... oh God ... oh Jesus ... Oh ... Ohh ... Oh! God! Oh! God! OHHHH! MY! GOD!

I collapse on top of Ron's sweating body ... Ron too, is sated.  Exhausted.  Unable to move.

I can hear Dean and Sabrina (well, I can hear Dean ... yes, I can pick his sounds of ecstasy out of a crowded room of fucking bodies).  I know he has heard me, picked out my voice, the sounds of my glory, urging him on to his release.

It's now 2:00 a.m.  We are all weak, and it is glorious.  As we gather our clothing, we regroup back to our original couples (me and Dean, Ron and Sabrina, etc.) to walk naked back to our own rooms, we must pass the swimming pool, and we decide to go for a dip.  Swimming naked, we are rejuvenated, and we began to play ... 

More about R & S

This is a description of R & S in their own words, as taken from a swing site that we both frequent.  For those unfamiliar with swing sites, they generally have several questions, just like the ones below (We Are Looking For; Description; etc.).  These are fairly standard, and they need to be answered to help others identify if you and they are a good match.

In any case, D and I met them before we ever read their profile, and then after reading their profile, we thought ... "No wonder we like them so much!  We have a lot of similarities!"  The entire first paragraph (We Are Looking For) is almost the same as from our profile!

Some differences; I love all animals, especially cats!  I hate Macs -- PCs rule!  We love Kama Sutra products (and some positions), but we aren't into Tantric sex (tried it but couldn't get into it).

We Are Looking For:

Erotic, sensual, open-minded, sexy, and willing to receive pleasure as much as we like giving it. We are looking for reliable couples primarily, but not exclusively. Couples that provide us with tantric nourishment. To us the lifestyle is a body, mind and soul experience. We love how being with other couples enhances our own life. With that in mind please note that height, weight, age, creed, national origin, race, politics or sexual preferences are not considered as factors in deciding who we want to spend time with. We don't care where you work or what you do to earn your keep. If it comes up in conversation or you bring it up fine. We will NEVER ask. The only factor that matters is if our hearts skip a beat. IMPORTANT: ALTHOUGH WE HAVE OUR PREFERENCES WE ARE VERY FLEXIBLE AND ADAPT TO OUR PLAYMATES WISHES!!! Although she is straight, she will play with the right woman but not below the waist. USE OF CONDOMS IS A MUST!!!!! NO CONDOM NO PLAY PERIOD

Description:

Him: Very kind, polished, well dressed, well mannered gentleman. Easy going, passionate, a soft spoken advocate for justice and fair play. Well mannered and well read, organized, interested in pop culture and current events, a news junkie, avidly interested in aviation, hopelessly and unashamedly a proud Mac user. Not fond of dogs and cats.

Her: Slightly shy at first (and not the greatest at making an approach), but funny and kind once she gets to know you; considerate and more adventurous than you might think at first. Loves roller coasters, reading, eroticism. We are both College educated with work towards an advanced degree. Travel, particularly by air, is in our DNA. When we travel, we visit as many museums, and landmarks as possible. We are HUGE film buffs. Feature full length films of almost every genre are represented in our collection. He collects issue oriented files and loves the "film noir" style while she loves history, comedy, and fantasy films. He writes a small column review the movies that we screen. One of our film objectives is to see every movie that is nominated for an Oscar prior to the award show. We love to entertain and we host a black tie dinner on Oscar night. We love to eat so cooking is another part of our lives. With her chemistry background and his Cuban roots, our meals make a deliciously decadent event. We have access to unlimited air transportation so therefore can meet anyone, anywhere. Both very hospitable and congenial. She originally from Saginaw, Michigan. He originally from New York, New York.

Our fantasies and / or real experiences:

Members of Tabu, The Cottage, TJ's

Flirting, hugging, provocative dress, hi heels, sheer clothing, short skirts, lots of cleavage, a REAL lady or gentleman (in style, manners, speech), respectful and considerate people, a great sense of humor, intelligent conversation, tight pants, lipstick, well manicured nails. Dressing for Sex! We LOVE TO BE TOUCHED! When the mood is right we like to be watched. Love being nude. Whenever possible we like to express ourselves Tantrickly.

What else we'd like to say, do, see, hear about and / or learn:

Some of our interests:

biking, baseball/softball, football, swinging, cycle racing, aviation, roller-blading, running, love sex, skiing/ snowboarding, tennis, volleyball, old cars, working out, computers, cooking, wine, home improvement, music, concerts, theater, movies, visual arts, beach, photography, Fetish: role playing, adult film, politics, Fetish: blindfolds, Fetish: bondage, Fetish: candle wax, Fetish: leather & latex, Porsche, Ice hockey, Documentaries, Formula One Grand Prix Racing, NPR, TCM (Turner Classic Movies), knitting, high heels, short skirts, lots of cleavage, Role Play, Toys, Wax Play

Who are R & S?

R & S are a lovely couple D and I met while at a big swing party last November in Florida.  When I say big, I mean BIG.  People cum from all over the country for this party.  It's a hotel take-over, clothing optional, and there is an entire section of the hotel set aside specifically for fucking, and all the myriad options that go along with it.

We had met R several years ago when we did a LifeStyle's convention in Vegas for a week.  R was with another lady then; he hadn't yet met S.  We didn't get a chance to play that time, but I remembered him when we went to the party in November, and we finally got a chance to get to know each other (what a wonderful couple!).  

He's very out-going, warm and friendly, and she's very shy, but very sweet once you get to know her.  He's like Felix Unger in the Odd Couple (do you remember that show?); he was always tidying up and taking care of people, making sure everyone was happy and having a good time.  What a sweetheart!  S and I would giggle when we'd see him cleaning up here and there ... her very own Felix Unger!  She loved it of course ... after all, who wouldn't love a man who does all the cleaning and takes care of you?

One night, at one of the dances, they did a couple of contests (they always do) for prizes.  I never enter them because I'm a bit shy myself.  Well, D is so extroverted ... he's the family ham, so I usually stand back and let him grab all the attention (he's very entertaining ... probably why he became an entertainer).

This time there was a contest where each couple would act and sound out as if they were fucking, but without really doing so.  They had one couple (man and woman), another couple (two women), and a man standing there by himself needing a partner.  Poor guy, I thought, someone has to rescue him and join him for this thing.  After waiting a moment or two, I finally got up and joined him.  I didn't know him, but he seemed nice enough.  

So he and I went first, with him behind me as if fucking me from behind, holding me by my hips.  Me bent forward, large breasts falling out of my bustier, and my long hair swinging with our wild gyrations.  I'm very naturally noisy while fucking, so I just drew on my real experiences for the vocals.  

The married couple went next, and they weren't memorable.  The two women went last ... I looked at my partner and said, okay, we haven't got a chance against two women, and he nodded his head knowingly.  They were both memorable ... beautiful, slim, blond ... The women chose to assume a position with one of the women laying on her back on the floor and the other straddling her face.  Okay, that's it ... we've lost for sure.  Then they began ... and the woman on top started yipping like a little dog!  OMG!  I couldn't believe it!  What a fricking turn off!  But still, they were women, so you just know they are going to win.

Then cums time for voting ... this is audience voting with louder cheers for the ones they want to vote for.  I couldn't believe it, but we won!  Damn!  It wasn't the trip to Jamaica!  Oh well, next time I will make sure I enter the contest for the trip to Jamaica ... Hedo ... love it!  Next time ...

Stuff of late ...

G Wrote:

Hi Sweetie,

I'm glad Nikkie is doing better and hope she continues to improve.

I'm doing okay.  I'm tired of working 6 days a week, but will manage.  I've got a couple of airbrush jobs coming up, so that is very good; they pay well.  

I got a raise at work!  I had to put in for it, but I got pretty much what I expected.  Not what I asked for ($3 more per hour and 1 additional week of vacation), but I made a point of over-asking (knowing he'd come back with a counter offer).  He came back with $1.50 more per hour and 1 additional day per week of vacation.  I countered, and we settled at $2 more per hour with no additional vacation.  I think with all the overtime I do the way I worked it will pay more in the end (it's less than I would have been paid for a vacation day without the O/T, but with the O/T, it will make up for it).  In any case, that will help.

Speaking of vacation, no, I don't think we'll be going to the R & S party in August.  I'm sure it will be very nice; they invited us to the last one, and R was trying to get us transportation at no cost, but couldn't swing it (great choice of words, wink, wink).  I was supposed to go in September ... first to my uncle's in Mississippi, then on to Baltimore where I would stay with R & S for a visit, but mostly spend time in DC.  I've never been to DC, and there is so much history there, and with one of my ancestor's having spent so much time there during and after the American Revolution, I really wanted to go to see some of our family's history.  I just can't afford it, and I don't see that changing soon.  D just isn't getting much work.  

Speaking of D, he's been working like crazy getting the backyard fixed up and the pool going.  We got a solar heater, and he has been making a stand for it so we can take best advantage of the sun.   Speaking of the pool, once the solar panel is up for a couple of days, it should be pretty warm, and we can start using it.  I'd love for you to come over to join me in the pool in the evenings after work if you want to.  It's an open invitation.  

Love you,

Gabrielle

B wrote:

Nikkie was pretty sick over the weekend but she's coming around. With the antibiotics and immune system supplements, she seems to be doing better. The biggest challenge was getting her to eat. She's chowing down at a more healthy pace and she seems to be getting around like her almost normal self. But I know it's only a matter of time.... :(  She still isn't playing.

FYI: R called me about a house party he and S are throwing in August. Sounds like a nice weekend, and he wanted me to entice you and D to come, but we can't afford to fly to the East Coast for a weekend. I suspect  it's the same for you. Have not told him yet we won't be coming (not there, anyway.. :)  )

How are you doing?

B

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G wrote:

Hi Luv,

I've been thinking a lot about you and J, and Nikki, of course.  How are you all doing?

Love you,

Gabrielle

How and why I got into the "LifeStyle"

In order to understand more about how and why I got into "The LifeStyle" ... that is "Swinging", or "Wife-Swapping", you need to know a little about my history.

I got married while I was still in high school because, well, I got knocked up.  Pregnant at 17, I got married when I was 4 months pregnant (I had just turned 18 one month before I got married).  

The man I married was the father, and he was quite the intellectual, and very easy on the eyes.  He had long blond hair and the most gorgeous hazel eyes.  He was extremely witty and had a great sense of humor.

What I didn't seem to understand was this; he was mean.  His wit and humor dripped with sarcasm and subtle insults.  Not to me, not at first.  But I later realized that he was mean to pretty much everyone else.  After all, he was superior, you see.  And everyone else was an idiot, as far as he was concerned.  And then after we got married, he was very angry with me, and I felt his wrath ... no, no, no ... he never hit me!  But he was verbally quite abusive.  

Our marriage is another story, for another time, but the point is, along with being mean, he was extremely prudish.  I couldn't wear short skirts or low tops, and if I left a top unbuttoned the first button or two, he would be sure to button it all the way up for me ... ever so thoughtful, you see.

It was very stifling.

Out of self-defense, I took a number of lovers (that's another story, too) during our marriage, but I would never have left him for another man.  I believed that marriage was until death do you part, and I had every intention of living up to my end of that bargain.  But we did, eventually, divorce, oddly enough because he met someone else.  

I took a few more lovers, until I got together with the man I am currently married to (more stories for later).  

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I have a girlfriend, my best friend, who is a swinger, and I've known this about her and her hubby since long before I got divorced from my first husband (I never told my first husband because he would have forbade me from seeing her).  I used to listen to her tales with envy, thinking I could never experience anything like that, especially not with my current husband, and thinking how much I'd like to try it (the thought of two men at the same time was so exciting to me!). 

But then shortly after D and I got married, I told him about B, and her lifestyle.  He was intrigued (like most normal men), and we decided to go to a Halloween swing party.  When I say party, I don't mean a little house party, I mean a big, huge party, with about 300 couples at a hotel in the ballroom (no balling allowed!).  I got to dress sexy for a change, and go dancing, and enjoyed "group grope" on the dance floor.  The hotel staff was all agog.  Many of the guests had reserved rooms for playing, but we hadn't.  

No, we didn't play that night, but the door had been opened, and we were going to walk through eventually.  

More later ...

Discovering New Blogs

So tonight something really great happened, mostly thanks to Sultry_K (be sure to check out her blog at http://wantitloveitcraveit.blogspot.com/).

  

I checked out her blog, and it's good (juicy good).  And she's following a number of other good (juicy good) blogs that I checked out. As a result, I'm a bit wet right now, and just going to go play with my pussy for a while.  

But before I go, one of the blogs I'm now following talked about women being able to cum or not, or how easily or difficult it was for women to cum.  I personally am multi-orgasmic, and have been for a while.  I'll probably explore that topic next time ... why don't you cum and explore it with me? 

Oh, and another blog is about a woman in an "open marriage".  I happen to be in a similar marriage, but my hubby and I play together ... I mean in the same room while we're playing with others.  That sounds like another fun topic to explore.  

I think I'm going to have to change my blog now to "adult content" because I can tell that this is where I'm gonna go with it.  

What a stupid random question!

I clicked on give me a new random question, and this comes up:

Random Question: 

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

Is that the worst, or what?

Sad news about Nikki

I just saw a sad message from my best friend about her sweet little kitty.  She wrote:

HI:

 

We just learned today that Nikki has feline infectious peritonitis. It has a 100% mortality rate. At first her vet said she would probably only live 18 months (from birth), but it depends on the form she has (wet or dry).  She may live a bit beyond that if she has the dry form....there is just no way of knowing.

 

We are devastated....she is such a sweet kitty. This disease can be acquired from other cats, and I think she may have gotten it from the one of the other Second Chance cats she shared her cage with before we brought her home. Life sucks, and then you die, right?

 

B

My response:

Oh Sweetheart!  My God ... I'm sooooooooo sorry.  I cannot even begin to express how very sorry I am.  This is devastating!  She is so sweet.  

BTW, it isn't 100% that it will kill her.  In very rare cases some cats do survive it.  I wouldn't bet on it, but with love and care, and God's help, maybe she will.  I guess what I'm saying is be prepared for the worst, but don't give up hope.  

Are the antibiotics helping her at all?  Is she feeling any better, and was she able to come home? 

I love you, sweetie.  Call me if you want to talk.

S

Feeling a bit better today

This morning I was still feeling pretty bad, but as the day went on, I must have started feeling better without even realizing it.  Toward the end of the day, one of the employees came in to the office and said "Hi, how ya doin?"  And I smiled and said "Good thanks.  How are you?"  And just then I realized that I really did feel good.  What a nice change.

I'm not normally a depressed person; I'm typically one of those shiny, happy, people that everyone hates because they are always smiling.  In fact, my nickname is Smiley (to some people anyway).

So, I still have a lot of tension in my shoulders, but that really isn't that unusual.  

Here's to a better tomorrow!

Feeling So Sad

I'm just feeling so sad still after the crap with my ex-husband. 

When my husband came home (the good one), I was still feeling so devastated and crying.  D was so good and sweet to me.  He held me while I cried, then he ran the bath for me and lit candles, and it was so soothing.  After I got out, I took a half a Xanax (which I rarely take at all) and got into bed.  D gave me a wonderful massage ... my shoulders were in knots, and I felt much more relaxed by the time I went to sleep. 

But ... I still just feel so sad. 

How can that horrible man still hurt me so?  He's just not worth it, and I know this intellectually, but it hurts all the same.

I can't wait to go home and take another bath, and another Xanax, and just go back to bed.  An hour and a half and counting ...

I'm stunned ...

Letter I wrote to my ex-husband today:

I just got off the phone with A, and she told me the things you told her.  

First, I know you're feelings are hurt right now, and I was planning on helping you smooth things over with J.  

The main thing I'm going to focus on right now is the fact that you and L purposely and willfully destroyed our good and happy marriage.  You can pretend all you want that we weren't happy, but I remember very clearly that we were.  When you and I decided to get back together again, I asked you, "Do you want to get back together with me because you love me and want another try at making our marriage work, or are you doing this just because you think you should do it because J isn't 21 yet?"  You told me you loved me and really wanted to make our marriage work.  I told you that the only way I was going to get back together with you was (1) if J agreed, and (2) if you really were in the marriage for me because you love me.  I told you VERY CLEARLY that I would never get back together with you if you didn't feel that way.  You said absolutely, and I believed you.  I gave our marriage 100% from the day we decided to get back together, and I trusted you did too.  

No one was more stunned than I was when you told me you were leaving me, and that you had found someone else!  What happened to my honorable man?  I trusted you!  I always thought you were honorable before that, but then I discovered that you were NOT the man I thought you to be!  I even tried to get you back, went to the dealership to bring you home, but you had already left me, heart, body, and soul, and now I discover that you have told yourself, and probably anyone else you have talked to, that you and I got back together as a "BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT!!!???"  OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  This is a fucking lie!  I was in the marriage 100%, and I thought you were too.  If I had known you were coming back as a FUCKING BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT, I would NEVER have taken you back!  This "Business Arrangement" was all in your head!  

L IS A FUCKING HOME-WRECKER!!!  J TOLD HER THE TRUTH!!!  YOU LIED!!!  YOU AND L DESTROYED OUR FAMILY AND SENT OUR SON INTO A DEVASTATING DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!!  I FULLY BLAME YOU AND L FOR HIS SCHIZOPHRENIA!!!  HE WASN'T SICK UNTIL YOU DESTROYED OUR FAMILY!!!  YOU BROKE YOUR OWN SON!!!

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT I WAS SO DEVASTATED AT YOUR BETRAYAL OF ME AND OUR MARRIAGE, THAT I COULDN'T EVEN SEE MY FRIENDS FOR OVER A YEAR.  I STOPPED TALKING TO EVERYONE.  I HID FROM THE WORLD!  YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!  YOU BROKE MY SPIRIT!!!  YOU DEVASTATED ME!!!

AT J'S WEDDING, YOU HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO STAND RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND TELL EVERYONE THAT YOU KNEW THAT FUCKING L WAS YOUR FUCKING SOUL-MATE THE MINUTE YOU FUCKING MET HER!!!  YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE!!!  YOU FUCKING LIER!!!  DOES L KNOW THAT YOU TOLD ME THOSE SAME WORDS FOR DECADES BEFORE SHE CAME ALONG AND WRECKED OUR MARRIAGE???  DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOU HAD SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT LEAVING ME FOR HER?  DOES SHE KNOW YOU PUT OUT FEELERS ABOUT GETTING BACK TOGETHER WITH ME, AND I TOLD YOU, "YOU'D BETTER MAKE IT WORK WITH HER BECAUSE I'LL NEVER TAKE YOU BACK AGAIN!"?

I couldn't believe that L made me fucking hug her at J's wedding!  What a fucking nerve, trying to make herself feel better for what she did, like everything was okay, and everything was forgiven, because she forced me to hug her or cause a fucking scene at my son's wedding.  I was willing to be gracious and give her a friendly handshake, and that was generous after she destroyed our marriage!  But I sure as hell didn't want to hug the bitch!

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE WROTE ON HER FACEBOOK PAGE THAT YOU TWO HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR 12 YEARS!!!  DOESN'T SHE REALIZE THAT SHE IS ADMITTING THAT SHE IS A FUCKING HOME-WRECKER???  AFTER ALL, WE WERE STILL HAPPILY MARRIED 12 YEARS AGO!!!  I REMEMBER!!!  AND NO AMOUNT OF YOUR LIES WILL CHANGE THAT! 

All she wants from you is your money.  You make money and she spends it.  She spent you dry.  And you let her, even encouraged her.  You're an idiot!

I'M OVER YOU, AND I'M MUCH BETTER OFF WITH D, BUT YOU ARE A LIER ... YOU ARE TELLING PEOPLE THAT OUR MARRIAGE WAS A LIE!!!  THAT'S A FUCKING LIE!  YOU'RE A LIER, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M CRYING BROKEN-HEARTED, AGAIN, DEVASTATED BECAUSE OF YOU!  BECAUSE YOU TURNED OUT TO BE A LIE.  BECAUSE YOU TURNED OUT NOT TO BE THE MAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE.  BECAUSE YOU TURNED US AND YEARS OF MARRIAGE INTO A LIE.  BECAUSE YOU ARE DISHONORABLE!!!  YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WORTH IT!!!

And there are so many more lies you've told, but I just no longer care.  You and your over-inflated ego.  Trying to convince yourself that you were so good, so righteous, trying to convince yourself that I did all these terrible things to make yourself feel better.  I just no longer care about those lies.  This lie was the whopper that topped all other lies, and I'm done.  

I DON'T CARE IF J NEVER TALKS TO YOU AGAIN!  I'VE TOLERATED A LOT OF THE CRAP I'VE HEARD YOU SAYING ABOUT ME, BUT I'M DONE!  I WILL NO LONGER TRY TO DEFEND YOUR BEHAVIOR TO OTHER PEOPLE, BECAUSE YOU TURNED ME, NO US, INTO NOTHING WITH YOUR LIES.  YOU ERASED US.  AND NOW YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT.

The last years of our marriage were good.  I loved you with all my heart, and thought you loved me the same.  I had no idea what you planned, what you were doing.  That old saying is so true, "The wife is always the last to know.".  So stunned by what you did.  So stunned ...

I don't believe in revisionist history, and you are nothing more than a revisionist so you can try to feel better about what you did, and what L did.

BTW, I know J has probably stood you up a time or two and maybe said a mean word here and there to you.  But I know you've done that to him so many more times than he has done it to you.  He is so filled with anger at you because you weren't there for him.  Because you were cruel to him when you were there.  Who can blame him for being done with you? 

I've tried being friendly to you, kind to you, and gracious with you, and even with L, but I'm done.  

C, I know this will hurt you, and I'm sorry for that.  I don't want to hurt you, but I'm just not going to pull punches with you any more.   

Don't call me again.  I won't answer, and I'll delete any voice messages you leave.  Don't write to me, I will just delete any emails and throw away any letters.  I just can't allow you to continue with your lies in my life.  If you would fess up and tell the truth, and own what you did, that might be different.  

And I won't try to help you mend your relationship with your son.  I'm done because I just can't let you keep hurting me.  And I just can't let you keep hurting J.  You're just not worth that pain.  L can have you.  You two deserve each other.

Don't contact me again.  And leave your son alone.  What a shame that you did this.  What a shame.