A lighter moment...
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Posted:Dec 21, 2009 11:08 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2012 12:31 am
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Just finished fucking FluffyGirlie silly. During some idle conversation in the afterglow, I said
"You know what, sweetie?"
"What?" She said.
"You're a great fuck, honey."
"Oh yeah, sweet talker? Why is that?" She said, propping herself up on my chest.
"I dunno, ya got a vagina."
It may be a while before I see her naked again.
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Not feeling great
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Posted:Dec 20, 2009 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2012 12:34 am
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I try really hard to keep things light, to avoid bringing drama, to avoid getting to heavy about things, but I often feel like I'm one big ball of anxieties and neuroses. The smallest things seem to set me off sometimes, even though I try to live in the moment and takes things as they come. I've gotten better at it lately, but things still come back and knock me for a loop sometimes.
I don't feel like I've ever been especially appealing to women. Now, if I had a penny for every guy whom I imagine feels this way I'd probably have about a shitload of pennies. However true this may be, it seemed like most of the people I knew in school were hooking up in *some* fashion. Yes, I was married in the army, but we wife traded up about 9 months after we tied the knot. After that it just seemed like whomever I talked to or wanted to get to know better had other ideas, either didn't really want anything to do with me, or just wanted an emotional toilet.
Now, it's kind of understandable- I think I know some of the things women look for in a guy, and during that period I didn't really have those. I've always been large, ranging from somewhat heavyset to pretty heavyset. I've never been an overly confident person. At that time I didn't really have a stable career. I'm also a big geek, and this was back in the early 90's when that wasn't fashionable yet. You could say I was into D&D before D&D was cool.
It made for a lonely life, one I wouldn't wish on an enemy, and one I knew a lot of people shared.
I'm not sure how, but I met my current wife during that period. I think we shared a lot of the same emotional issues, and we could smell our own. Regardless of how it happened, we built a pretty nice life for ourselves and our love has grown so much we sometimes feel just bursting at the seems with affection for each other. It's enough to make you forget that there really isn't anybody else out there for you on the other side of the marital wall, and that's okay because you don't plan on scaling it anyway.
So fast forward through good times and bad times, friends coming and going, our love and life evolving and growing and strengthening and everything just getting generally better. We don't have , by a combination of choice and circumstance. We're comfortable enough with each other for her to admit she'd like to try girls. Sounds fine to me, I love seeing her happy! We look for a while, and things evolve from finding her a girlfriend to swapping with a couple we're friends with. So far, so good. She becomes somewhat popular on the cams and has many regular viewers that enjoy her quite a bit, and she develops newfound confidence in the knowledge that she's actually somewhat in demand, and people are finding her to be sexy and beautiful and attractive. I gain enough trust to admit to myself that I would love to see her with another man. Recently (last night, in fact) it happened, and I couldn't be happier.
Throughout all of this, I made it clear that I wasn't interested in another woman. She even said more than once she'd like to see me hook up with another woman, and I declined- she's more than enough for me, and I like being the guy that gets to go home with the popular girl.
Here's the tough part- I was recently in a position to have an encounter with a girl I've become pretty fond of. The wife gave her full blessing and was excited for me, and I thought the new girl was really into me. It ended up not happening, and she said it was because I was married and she wasn't comfortable with it. The wife and I both assured her everyone wanted it, and the wife seemed more put out about it than I was. I'm having a hard time believing this was the case, since we talked about it so much- I can only presume she decided at some point that I just wasn't someone she wanted to be with in that fashion.
The more I thought about this, the more I started to detect a feeling that I never thought I'd see again- like an old ford pickup that's been sitting in a field, getting turned over for the first time in 20 years, sputtering dust and cobwebs and coughing to life, settling into a rough idle. It was that same loneliness I experienced before I was with my wife.
It was the cold realization that there's nobody out there on the other side of that unscaled marital wall. My wife was the star of the show, and all I'm really needed for is to provide my permission. Swapping is great in theory, but I can't believe I would be much more than the price of admission to get to my beautiful wife. This may sound like just low self-esteem talking, but I've got a good 38 years of evidence to back it up.
I guess before this, I had believed that I had all kinds of options, but stayed with my wife by choice and out of love. Now I'm feeling like she's really the only woman out there that would have me. I mean, I still wouldn't choose anyone else, but it's kind of sad and scary regardless. I know you're probably reading this right now, sweetie-- I love you more than ever, please don't ever doubt that.
That may be overly dramatic, but I'm feeling dramatic right now.
I hope I haven't alienated anyone close to this situation- I'm just not in the best place right now.
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Second Night
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Posted:Dec 16, 2009 1:23 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2009 9:01 am
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We left in the afternoon, and met up with Ben and Ronnie at the hotel. They had already checked in, so we brought in our things and we all got settled. Dear friends deserve beautiful gifts, so we had stopped on the way to pick up a dozen yellow roses for them, which were placed in water in the ice bucket.
So we sat and loosened up a little, chatting and flirting and talking about the evening's agenda. It was decided that we'd check out the local adult shop and see if they had anything different from the one in our town, then dinner. After that it would back to the hotel for a couple drinks before heading over to Max Dale's for the NoStrings Meet & Greet.
The adult store was interesting, but no real surprises or miraculous products we couldn't live without.
We decided on sushi for dinner, so we drove over to Sakura.
I'll say it right now, I think sushi is a very sexy food. It's not easy to explain why- maybe it was the fact that all week I had been telling Ronnie I was going to eat sushi off of her luscious ass, or watching Girlie gingerly dip Maki into soy sauce and pop it into her mouth. Maybe it's watching Girlie squeeze edamame beans out of their pods with her lips. Just thinking about it started to turn me on.
The waitress brought miso soup, edamame and tea while we made more conversation. It wasn't a busy night at the restaurant, which suited us fine- the lights were low and romantic, and the sounds and smells of the japanese grills wafted across the restaurant. I picked up my bowl of miso soup and held it casually in both hands, catching Girlie's eye. Giving her a look that (I hope) could be described as smoldering, I lifted the bowl to my lips and took a gentle sip. Holding her gaze, I offered her the bowl. She wrapped both her hands around the black plastic bowl, as if warming her hands around it. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip. Before she could take another, I reached over and took it out of her hands. Again, I tried to give her my most piercing gaze, while taking another sip. She finally got the hint. She took the bowl from me, and with her eyes still transfixed on mine, lowered her head to sip from the bowl. We continued until the bowl was empty.
While we waited on our sushi, Girlie snacked on edamame, and I watched her.
Dinner arrived, which was a plate of tempura for Ronnie, and rolls for the rest of us. I tried my best to catch Ronnie's eye during the meal, but she was either shy or didn't notice. At one point she made a particularly lascivious move with her tongue to catch a piece of shrimp she was holding with her chopsticks, which made me feel all happy and gooey inside. I watched Brad for a few minutes, but all I could think about was the fact that in a few short hours, my first bisexual experience in almost 20 years was likely to happen. That was okay by me though, I couldn't imagine a nicer guy to be with.
Next installment: hotel pre-game and heading to the bar.
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First Swap
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Posted:Nov 29, 2009 2:15 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2010 12:27 pm
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Ben and Veronica just left for home.
We had our first swap this evening and it was a heck of a lot of fun. It wasn't a full swap, but everybody got to share everyone else's bodies and it was a lot of fun. FluffyGirlie had a lot of fun also.
a two-bedroom suite may have been a better choice. We played in the living room and it was adequate, but beds may have been more comfortable. We talked about taking a trip and getting a suite somewhere for a future get-together.
It's late and I'm a little tired and a little drunk, so I'll wrap this up and post more later.
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Amaaanda
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Posted:Nov 12, 2009 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2012 9:05 am
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So, we were at Rumors again last weekend for drinks and dancing and hopefully a little bit of pleasant debauchery.
We brought Elle with us. She's a friend of ours we've known for about a year, and Girlie and I chat with her on facebook a couple times a day. She's about 4'10" tall, and packed full of energy. She's 45 going on 25, and we both love her to death. She's a divorced mom with a couple of , and she has every other weekend to herself. We've talked a lot about the three of us getting all naked together, but we haven't quite made it happen yet. We're still good friends though, and we have fun together.
We also brought Thomas with us. He's a good friend we've known for about 15 years. He's half native-american, and he's incredibly funny. He's tall, broad shouldered, and has long jet-black hair, and he pulls the little gothy chicks like nobody's business. he's also one of the smartest guys I've known. Elle has been complaining about the unfortunate dry spell she's going through, and since she and Thomas are into the same things, we were hoping we could get them out for a good time and hopefully they'd end up in the sack together. Good times!
I'll be blunt: I'm not always comfortable in my own skin. I can be a little socially awkward and I'm definitely not one of the beautiful people. I was having fun at the club though, since I was with people I love and I was getting pleasantly lubed with tequila and cheap beer.
Girlie loves dancing, and just like Halloween she started disappearing out to the dance floor with Elle while Thomas and I guffawed at stupid jokes and continued to drink. I knew what Girlie was doing out there, and I was tickled. I knew I'd get the details later.
The night went on like that, the four of us having fun and laughing, Thomas and Elle arguing over Twilight, Girlie whispering dirty things in my ear, everybody flirting with the young gays next to us at the table.
We decided to head back to the house and watch a movie or something. While we were making our way to the door, Thomas ran into the ex-girlfriend of someone we knew and headed over to talk to her
Her name is Amanda. She's in her 20's and smokin' hot and dressed to get attention. She was dressed in a short, short skirt and no panties. Yes, the skirt was short enough to tell.
When the girls and I got outside, Thomas was outside with Amanda chatting with her and another sweet young thing. Girlie was three sheets to the wind, and while we were standing around outside, I noticed her eyes glued to Amanda's sweet little round ass. She gestured hungrily at Amanda's skirt and growled just a little, saying "I just want to *touch* it" to us.
Thomas heard her, shrugged, then walked over to Amanda.
"Amanda, my friend's wife would like touch your ass."
Amanda turned around with a sly gleam in her eyes and made three long, graceful, fateful steps towards girlie. She placed her arms over Girlie's shoulders. Girlie ran her hands around the outside of Amanda's thighs and slowly up underneath her skirt, giving her nether cheeks a gentle, loving squeeze.
Amanda held Girlie's face in her hand, gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, and went back to her conversation.
For the rest of the evening Girlie would whisper her name in my ear with that cute, sexy smile on her face. She'd say her name in the morning before starting the day. She'd whisper her name to me while we made love. It was quite a taste, and now it's time to find her a main course.
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Cock Rings
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Posted:Nov 10, 2009 12:59 am
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2012 6:31 pm
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So, for the uninformed: I'm not very well-endowed. I suppose I'm about average, but I'm also kind of chubby which makes it look a little smaller than it is.
Both the wifey and I have been perfectly happy with it, but recently she's confessed that, given the opportunity, she wouldn't mind knowing what a bigger one was like.
So, earlier in the week she went to one of the local sex shops, looking to pick up a few toys for me. Over the couple years I've been picking up the occasional little something to desecrate the chalice of her womanhood with, and she loves every minute of it. We'd never really thought of toys for me, but this week she said "fuck it" and went in there to look for a few little lovelies for me.
She ended up with a couple cock rings, a silicone sleeve and something called the "Head Honcho". I'm here to talk about the rings.
I'd never really thought of putting anything on my junk, since it never really failed me before. I'd heard cock rings can give a guy that extra little "something" but didn't think much of it, thinking maybe it was for guys who were better endowed, or maybe people with ED issues or something. Times were changing though, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
She brought home two- one was a set of two different sized silicone hoops, and the other was a jelly thing with a little vibrator piece on top. They seemed innocuous enough. I was prety hard when go time came around, so we took a minute to try them both on. A dab of water-based lube to coat the thing, and I promptly put it on wrong and nearly sent myself to the hospital.
See, what you're supposed to do is stick one ball through the hole, then the other. Then gentle squeeze your flaccid cock through the remaining space. You're ready for action. Instead, I stretched it out as much as I could, then placed it over my twig and berries, and tried gently to release. My aim was off and it almost rolled right off my sack, which would have pretty much ended the ball game right there (pun intended).
Once it was all sorted out, I was AMAZED at the difference. Not much difference in the length, but it was slightly thicker, a little darker, and felt like it was made out of solid steel. The size may have been off, because there was a pressure on my balls that I could see getting uncomfortable after a while, but it wasn't a problem at the time.
So she started playing with it and giving me head. I had read that cock rings are supposed to give you better control, which seemed about right. It didn't seem to do anything to desensitize me though, since everything she did was a heck of a lot more intense. She noticed the difference too, because before long she growled a little and said "I need to hop on this thing" and straddled me like I was a mechanical bull.
She looked at me with her eyes wide- she's pretty tight and she could feel the difference immediately. Normally we spend most of our bedroom time on foreplay and giving her orgasms, so I don't really last that long when we're getting down to the deed. With this wonderful new toy on, I felt like I can hold out forever if I needed to.
It was a new experience though, and after about 15 minutes I pumped what felt like a solid pint of fresh semen into FluffyGirlie. Wood was showing no signs of leaving me, so I was damned if I was going to stop. I kept at her for another half hour, flipping her over and fucking her hard like I was Paul Bunyon and she was the world's biggest flapjack. It was wonderful and we were both amazed. I had to stop when I remembered that you're supposed to take the ring off after 20 minutes or risk damaging your tool. We stopped, but I'm betting if we were in better shape we could have kept going for another hour and hit round 2 for the both of us.
The little vibro one was even better for her- after a cool down we tried with that one and it drove her nuts. It was the "Screaming O". It was stretchier than the silicone ones, so I'd recommend those if you're just figuring these things out for the first time.
The silcone sleeve was just kind of stupid. It didn't really fit well and didn't do anything for the Girlie. She's going to try it on her rabbit though.
The "Head Honcho" felt pretty good, and it's apparently some sort of award winner. It's still a poor substitute for any one of Girlie's orifices, so I'll reserve that one for business travel or when she's away and unable to properly service me.
All in all, a good night.
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Halloween Night
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Posted:Nov 9, 2009 11:36 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 3:1 pm
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If you didn't know, my is on here as FluffyGirlie. We've been shopping around for some time to find her a little girlie playmate, and she's made a few friends, but nothing's really come of it yet.
Halloween night is a special time at the local gay bar. It's a great place with awesome dance music, and the decidely hetero are certainly welcome there. We go there occasionally, but more often since we've been shopping around a bit.
We had to wait an hour or so to get in the club, but it was almost as fun to watch all the freaky-freakies pass by in their awesome costumes! It was almost like a fetish night, we saw just about everything accept people walking around full-on nude! About 3 times a guy in a long duster and a hankerchief tied around his face like a mask galloped down the street on a , which just too damn awesome for words. There was an abundance of cleavage, short skirts, stiletto heels, and more big baskets than you could shake a stick at. The winner of the costume contest was a guy in a full suit of plate and scale armor that he built himself!
One of my buddies decided to come in drag, which was hilarious. The husband of one of our friends showed in dark glassed with blood painted on his cheeks and handcuffs on. We didn't really dress up.
It was a great night by all accounts- The wifey shook her ass on the dance floor all night. She was the designated drinker, so I was on bar duty- feeding her drinks as they were demanded. She'd show up, out of breath and red-cheeked, sliding up to me by the pool table and coming awful close to getting us kicked out for PDA. I wasn't complaining, as all the bare flesh and the devil's beat were making for a priapic evening.
Now, girls like to dance, right? I am most decidely not a dancer, so I was glad she had her friend there to shake her ass with. What I *didn't* know was that while she was out there in the mist and the flashing lights and the music and the crush of bodies, they were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Turns out my little girlie was getting a little after all, and since being on NoStrings she's become a bit of an alley cat.
Now, one of our rules was that I was too uncomfortable with the though of her being with another guy to go full swap yet. She's tested my limits, but she's always pulled back when I've asked her to.
Near the end of the evening, she came out and asked me to fetch her a Mai Tai, which (like a dutiful manservant) I was happy to do. She disappeared while I was at the bar, but after paying for the drink with a generous tip, I spied her on the way to the dance floor with the male half of the couple we were with. No problem there, but he wasn't really much of a dancer either. I followed them out to the floor, intending to deliver the drink and dance with her for a while.
I followed them deep into the most crowded part of the floor, drink in hand- I was behind the guy, Girlie was leading him by the hand. It turns out they didn't know I was there. Before I knew what was happening, she turned around and locked lips with him, giving him a nice, deep soul kiss. It was quite unexpected, and I was a little confused. I went back to my previous station by the pool tables and sat on one of the benches to try and figure out what was up.
She came back out, happy and horny and drunk and sat on my lap. She stuck her tongue in my ear and nibbled on my neck a little, which didn't help my mood much. By then I had pieced it together- she was friends with this guy outside of the club scene- she chats with him on the computer often. It had seemed like this whole trip was a pretext for a clandestine meeting, easy to arrange if you get the hubby to keep bringing drinks so you can make out with your cock on the side.
I told her what I saw.
"Well, yeah- isn't that okay?"
"Well, no."
She almost immediately burst into tears, because she had misunderstood the evening and felt like she ruined everything. It turns out I was the one who was wrong- she was drunk and happy and was kissing everybody and having a marvelous time!
The evening ended anyway. We were the only ones who knew the real deal, and we ended up working it out. We're now at a point where I can poke fun at her about it, and the other couple are in on the secret. In fact, we're kind of thinking they may end up being swing partners.
Life is strange.
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