Please do not take my failing marriage as a sign that the swinging lifestyle is bad.  There are many happy couples out there in the lifestyle enjoying each other.  This breakup has been coming for many years and goes way beyond sexual issues. 

Goodbye

“I want to fuck a fireman,” she blurted.  I have fucked a fireman, at least he said he was a fireman!  He came to the door wearing a fireman t-shirt and there were a bunch of fireman staying at the hotel, so, I think I have fucked a fireman. 

 ”We should make a list, in fact, we should put up a big bulletin board and mark off those countries we have fucked and those we want to fuck.”  Barbie requested.

We should also make an occupation list.  “I want to do a construction worker, ” Rose said.  “Yea! and have him keep his boots on, and wear a hard hat!”  Oh, no tape measure please. 

I’ve done an Englishman.  “We’ve all done Englishmen, that is the easiest country.”  I have not done a Mexican and wouldn’t you think they would be the easiest to get?  What about that guy who was born in Africa, raised in France and went to undergrad in England before he came over here to play at our fuck fests?  “I think we should count him for all of those countries,” Barbie laughed. 

“I want to do a policeman,” Barbie blurted.  You have done a policeman!  You’ve done a county deputy sheriff, and a city cop.  “Well I didn’t do them while they were in uniform, and I definitely want them in uniform.  Besides, I want to go bigger, I want to do a Highway Patrolman!”  You are not going to get one of those guys.  They are screened so well and they have to abide by such a higher standard that you are not going to get a deviant one.  “It still is possible, maybe if one pulls me over and I just happen to flash my big tits and smile and ask… what did I do wrong officer?”   Okay.. now I can hear the bow chicka wow wow porno music playing as if to signify no way in hell will this ever happen in real life, but what a great fantasy that is.

Hmmmm… a Fuck It List.  I wonder how many we can really check off.  Doctor, Lawyer, Teacher, …. oh..oh.. if we have Highway Patrolman on there we should also have Priest.. or at least Reverend. 

“No way, you cannot equate a preacher/ priest with a highway patrolman…. Priests are easier!  They recruit perverts all the time.”  Barbie blurted.

What about the deaf guy? and the little person you did?  Are we going to have a category for “physical differences”? 

“Fine, but, there is NO WAY I am doing an amputee.  I draw my line there!”  Barbie exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with an amputee?” Rose asked.

“It’s just wrong in my book, not my cup of tea so it is not going on my personal Fuck It List.”  Barbie responded. 

Ahhh… the intelligent conversation that abounds in-between excursions to the back play rooms at the fuck fests.  You can’t beat them.  Surreal?  A little, but because of what we are doing, and the boundaries we have crossed and now laugh at, our discussions are a hell of a lot funner than most peoples’  Saturday afternoon chats.   I think I really am going to start a Wish List at least.

Oh.. and I did learn this weekend… how to say hello in Nigerian……….. ” Hello”                         No kidding, they speak fifty different languages there because of the different ethnic influences, so they use English to communicate.

Who says you can’t learn something from fucking?

I want to be JUST LIKE HER!!

This picture copied from a wonderful website, thanks Maniac7or7not

I’m not going to try to justify where I came up with the money to get the operation, the funds have been spent, the deed is done.  I do NOT regret it.  What I did not like about it was the recovery time.  Before the operation, I did not want to know the exact procedure.  I think if I knew the details about the cutting of the muscles and the stretching of the skin and the building of the new belly button, I would have chickened out.  All I saw were the before and after pictures in the brochure and that was enough to convince me.  The recovery instructions stated no sex for two weeks after the operation.  While I did have sex with John in the third week of recovery, I did not have an ORGASM until the fourth week!  That was rough!  It was not that I could not have an orgasm, I was just afraid (and so was the plastic surgeon) that given the types of orgasms I have that the stitches would bust.  My usual cure for aches and pains is sex.  A good orgasm can cure a headache, make you tolerate a toe stub and generates a good solid nights sleep. I hated the drugs.  The muscle relaxers and the vicadin.  They did take some of the pain away, but they made me anxious, unable to think, unable to read and most of all unable to write.  

I was finally cleared for Great Sex this last Friday and true to form, my friends held a Fuck Fest on Saturday for me and Barbie (recovering from another type of surgery) and helped us get back into the swing of things.  Four couples and about five single guys met in the afternoon to welcome us home.  I must admit, I cheated and had a small orgasm in the shower with the help of the pulsating head the night before because I wanted to test the stitches, plus, I had a splitting headache and was tired of taking medicine.  Plus, I wanted a “test” run before the party. I could just imagine laying there on the bed, one guy between my legs, one guy waiting, scrunching my eyes, tingling all over and then BAM- the scar opens and spills my guts all over.  I guess I have been watching too many horror movies lately.  The party was wonderful.  I started with one of my favorite BBC’s an hour early.  He was gentle and understanding and did not flinch at my scar.   I was so tight, I can’t remember the last time I went four weeks without sex.  Everything was super sensitive.  Never fear, it was like riding a bike, getting back on was easy.  We enjoyed each other for an hour before the others arrived.  He was good about constantly changing positions and he noticed when the fucking got to be too much, he would switch to orally eating me.  I came three times, and no guts splashing!    The rest of the afternoon was just as good.  I swallowed about three loads, kept a few loads inside and ended in my favorite way, on top of my husband recalling the events of the afternoon. 

I am trying to keep this  blog real, the good and the bad.  I am being truthful in this journal and in that spirit… I bare my soul and body, this is my post surgery picture.   Perhaps in a year or so I will revisit this date and post the year after picture.   If I lose you as a reader because of this, I am sorry…. but really.. you can’t make this shit up!

His hands and arms pushed me up further up into the bed.  He got on his knees and hovered over me.  His beautiful dark chocolate body was tall and athletic, just the way I like em.   I wish he could read lips better.  I wish I could just tell him how good he made me feel.  But I could see by the way he was  admiring the dripping swollen pussy he had created that he knew.  “Put … it.. in..” I mouthed.  He easily slid his member in and set a rhythm.  I wish he could hear the sounds.  The squishiness of wet against wet.  Was the touch feeling more intense?  Did he feel more than other guys with all five senses felt?  I remember the heightened sense of touch when I was blindfolded.  But that was different.  The blindfold was new and temporary.  Jackson has probably been deaf all his life.   Once again, I wrapped my arms around his forearms.  This time I was able to bury my head in his shoulders, which were now right above me.   I put my mouth against his breastbone so he could feel my breath.  He pulled back slightly and smiled at me.  At last, another way to communicate.  He could feel my hot breath quicken as he fucked me.   At least he was tall enough to make it work.  Wouldn’t that be a kicker? to be deaf and short?  We continued our enjoyment.  I stopped him mid-stream and motioned that I wanted to taste my juices on him.  He stayed on his knees and I sat up and bent over and licked my cum off of him.  Mmmm Mmmmm Good, better than Campbell’s soup!  He half moaned, a guttural short sound.  This was the first sound I heard from him and it was wonderful.  He placed his hands on my hips, pulled them back and made a circular motion with his forefinger.  I got it!  He wants me to turn over doggy style.  I happily obliged.  We positioned ourselves so we could look in the mirrored closet doors and watch ourselves.  I gave him the enthusiastic thumbs up and he smiled.  A great smile.  It was so exciting watching him slide in and out of me, I came again.  Minutes after, I heard a series of the half moans and he deposited his pleasure inside of me.  We collapsed on the bed together.  Thank you, I signed.  ( one of the few signs I know)  I rested my head on his shoulder and felt his breathing slow down and match mine. 

I got up and called for my husband John to bring me something to write on.  John brought me in the paper and gave Jackson the double thumbs up sign.  I wrote him a note letting him know that I had such a great time and would like to do it again some other time.  Jackson then demonstrated the sign for “again”.   Wow, good sex, new experiences and I learned a new word.  Who knew learning a language could be so fun?  I think I will try to learn an ASL word each session with Jackson.  My husband continues to surprise me with new experiences.  The one sense I am sure I want to never lose is that of touch.  However, I don’t think I would mind having my ability to touch safely restricted, but never do  wish to lose the ability to feel.

No… I never took off my blindfold.. even to peek.. when the stranger was there.

No… I have no idea what his name is, what he looks like, or even how he sounds other than a moan!  I was like the blind lady feeling the elephant.. and I was lucky enough to feel the trunk!

Who knew that a little mystery could be so much fun?

Last week we played with four different men. The particulars change, depending on the individual quirks of the guy.  Some guys jump right in and go with the flow.  Most are indecisive.  They never know who to play with first or what to do.  We love to take control and allow the positions to happen based upon the individual likes of the man.  I love to watch their faces.  They are like kids in a candy store that have just been handed $100 and been told not to spend it all on one thing. 

Kelly and I are slut sisters.  We are very alike in what we like and dislike.  It is almost as if we are twins.  I love to have my tits played with during sex, and when I am close to cumming if you squeeze them hard and pinch the nipples you will send me over the top.  I have learned to enjoy anal and know how to get myself off during back door penetration and… so does Kelly.  If you give me oral and lick me to orgasm, you can subsequently get me to do just about any nasty thing you want me to do and it is the same for my slut sister.  (don’t tell that to too many of my partners or I will soon be arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior)  I don’t mind a little hair pulling and a spanking, especially if it is done with lusty intent….with Kelly it is the same.  So when you add a man to the equation, it is definitely two against one and things can get fun!

We  usually like to get him horizontal, one of us takes the top, the other the bottom.  If he is not hard already, we suck him hard.  If I have the top half, I like to deeply kiss him, then let my lips wander to his neck, the back of his ears, and I nip the earlobe.  Sometimes I will meander down and help out Kelly on the bottom end.  Doing a double blow job takes coordination and Kelly and I like to practice.  I will wrap my lips around one side, and she, the other and if our lips meet, we don’t freak out… it is part of the experience.  I will move down to suck on the balls and Kelly will continue on the head.  One of us will usually jump on the cock, riding it cowboy style and the other will either lay off to the side and suckle or pinch the breasts of the rider, or will position themselves reverse cowboy style over the head of the lucky guy and receive oral until our knees give out and we have to fall back to the side.   If the guy likes the woman doggy style, the other woman will either lay next to them and squeeze the hanging fruit, or get behind the man and rub her tits on his back.  

We have one common position that usually occurs in every FMF I do with Kelly.  The sure-fire way to get the man to cum is for me to let him know that if he deposits his load in Kelly’s puss, I will happily suck it out of her and get her to cum and push the rest out.  It is one of the nastiest things I do and I absolutely love it.  I am a social bisexual.  I do not crave pussy, I don’t look at a woman and think about how much I want to kiss her.  But in a social situation, a group sex situation, I don’t care who owns the hand that touches me, nor do I worry about whether the tongue on my clit is female or male.   I am also competitive, and like to prove that I can make a woman cum by eating her pussy just as good if not better than any man.  Kelly and I know exactly what we are doing when we promise this to the man.  They like nasty, otherwise they wouldn’t be there.  I like performing and Kelly likes receiving.  After I have completed the task I know that someone is going to fuck my power swollen puss and I will most likely reach an orgasm. 

Yes, I am a slut, I am embracing that sluttiness and enjoying the power and pleasure that comes from making a man’s fantasy a reality.  Kelly?  She is my slut sister partner in crime.

I used to be so sexually repressed.  I did not understand how a woman could get naked and do a pictorial for a dirty magazine or how a woman could strip in front of perfect strangers and retain any sense of decency.  But now, I get it.  There is something very powerful in knowing that people are getting excited by watching you, looking at your pictures or reading about your experiences.  I thought because I am not a “Barbie” type woman, not a young, pretty, supple, height, weight proportional person, no one would be excited by me.  Then, I found the truth.  Most intelligent people are attracted to the attitude and beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholder.  The power is inside of me.  No shame, embrace sex.  Embrace my urges.   As long as no one else is getting hurt, enjoy!  Someone out there will be attracted to my body type, my eyes, my sagging tits (thanks Woody…love your posts about older women) and someone will get off on my pictures and stories.

 These videos, these comments, these stories are my Go To’s.  It used to be that when I was having sex and it was boring, I would find my mind wandering.  I would start counting the ceiling tiles.  I would go through my grocery lists, my chores for the next day, my menu for the week.  This, of course, rarely led to orgasm.  Now… I have my Go To’s.  The sex is enhanced by the memories.  The memories of the hot young guy and the beads.  The memory of Julie’s hubby stroking it.  The memory of J in front of his bathroom mirror, spurting all over thinking of me!  The memory of the look on my husband’s face the first time he watched me take a big black cock up my ass.  The memories of the fuck fest, the afternooners and the parties.  I like making new memories and when I am all by myself and masturbating I pull these out and easily reach orgasm.  I have never felt this comfortable with myself and my sexuality.  Best of all, I love that I get to continue making “Go To” memories.   Next entry… will be my best GoTo so far.  But I am curious?  What are your Go To memories?  I want to perv too!

The pictures on this post ?  They represent some of my favorite times… they are also my Go To’s.

The real shame here, is that this whole incident happened within a time span of SIX MINUTES. Less time then it probably took you to read this report. That’s the last time I ask for a young Med student for my birthday. Damn Virgins!

And really? I ask you… . Who was the real Victim here?

And call the cops?  They would laugh… I’ve already fucked a few of them and they know I am good!

Next, Donnie.  The party doesn’t really start until I fuck Donnie.  We have a wonderful routine that is tried and true.  We strip each other down, I allow him to keep his cute black socks on.  I push him to the bed, I blow him till he gets hard.  He lets me know that he is ready to fuck my wet puss and I jump up on the bed on all fours.  He gets behind me, pumps away.  His balls slap my ass and puss.  His body starts shaking all over, his belly jiggles like jello in an earthquake and he lets out a growl from his soul.  Perfect.   Why mess with what works?

Next, Barbie’s husband Bill.  This man and I have done the sexual dance many a time, and it is always good.  We were in the islands together, but Bill was not feeling well so I did not play with him during that time.  He had fully recovered and we had great sex today.  My senses are heightened when I play with Bill.  He appreciates the sounds and feels of sex and we describe them to each other as we fuck.  He made me cum several times and I made him cum once.  Such a pleasure to play with.

Next, Ted.  Ted is one half of a couple we had played with last year.   He and his wife had some drama and troubles that they were working out and they had stepped out of the lifestyle for a while.  All couples have drama.  It is hard to play as swingers if things are not right in your marriage and these two were smart enough to step out and fix things.  They decided to stop by for an hour or so and I could not resist grabbing him and reliving some old times. 

As I was fucking Ted,  Dan came into the room and asked if he could watch.  Dan is married to Sherry.  We met them at a party about a  year ago.  I have played with Dan a few times and I love the way he gets turned on by all the surroundings.  Ted had no problem being watched and I get off on it, so Dan’s presence was welcome!  Ted ended up finishing in me but not really adding to my loads since he used a condom.  Slight disappointment, but it still counts as a fuck.  Ted went into the bathroom and I stepped up and teased Dan.  “Let’s play,” I whispered in his ear.  He pointed to the other room where Grace was doing the Nigerian BBC, “I like to play where other people are playing.”  Okay, I can adjust.  We grabbed the bed next to Grace and the Nigerian.  He was pounding away and it was hot watching that black cock slide into that small white cunt.  I began sucking on Dan’s cock as he lay watching the show.  He was already hard from all the excitement.    Three times he stopped me from blowing him, ”You’re going to make me cum!”  That is my goal… I jumped up on him and fucked him.  I love playing with this guy… he is so appreciative.  He tells you how nasty you are, how he loves to watch you fuck other guys, loves that you are a dirty slut.  He came in five minutes, easy peasy, man I love making a guy splooge.  We fell on the bed laughing.

The Nigerian was still working on Grace.  Then I heard the words all slut sisters are obliged to acknowledge…”TAG”  I scooted over and took her place.  The Nigerian happily slid his cock in my cum filled puss.   His cock is big and on other occasions when I have fucked him, I have had to ask him to ease off   till I get excited enough to take all of him.  But this time, I had been prepped by all my other fuckers… so I easily took his cock.  The Nigerian is young and has lots of stamina, but he had been doing Grace for the last twenty minutes or so and it was easy to get him to finish.  I love being the stand in and helping complete the job.

Next!  Pedro.   As the Nigerian exited the room, Pedro entered.  Pedro had been playing with others before I got to him.  “I don’t think you can revive this thing, I have already cum a few times.”  I just love a challenge and this boy knows how to throw down the gauntlet.  I sucked on his limp cock pulling out all the tricks.  I took it to the base, I ran my tongue up and down the urethra, stopping at the top opening and pushing my tongue in his hole.  I sucked his ball sack and jerked his prick.  He held my hair and face fucked me, but he still remained half erect.  There was life, just not enough for fucking.  So, I pulled my ace in the hole…. I told him to get up on his hands and knees, facing away from me.  I instructed him to stroke his cock as I licked his ass.  I kissed his hairy ass and licked his starfish, aware that his body was shaking with excitement.  I pushed my tongue into his asshole and then sucked and kissed all around it.  I pushed my finger in his hole and reached under and helped him stroke himself.  “Okay, That did it.. you brought him back to life.”  I jumped up on all fours and got in front of him so he could fuck me from behind.  He shoved his hard cock into my stretched and full pussy. ”God, this is so wet and full of cum!”  Yes… yes it is!  He reached over and grabbed the lube.  He dribbled it on my open ass hole and then immediately pushed his now hard cock in.  I was so loose my ass easily took his prick.  He pushed hard into me, he knows I like it rough if the timing is right, and the timing was definitely right.  He blew his load in my ass.  Sweet way to end the party.

If you are counting, that is seven.  The eighth?   My favorite.  We got home and my husband John asked me if I had showered.  Nope… saved it all for you.  I love stretching my pussy with cock.  I love getting all those loads of cum so that when John fucks me, he feels them inside of me.  He loves watching me get fucked, knowing that he will be the last of the day to do it.  He knows that I love fucking him with a sore pussy.  This time, I told him all about Pedro taking my ass, and he had to too.  He lubed me up and pushed his rock hard cock in my ass.  “Squeeze it baby, squeeze that cock.”  I clenched my ass, feeling his throbbing cock fighting to stay inside.  He  expertly fucked my ass , owning it. He  squirted his great load deep inside of me.   

I love being his dirty little slut and I love playing with my friends.  Make new friends.. but keep the old.. one is silver and the other gold.

Does this entry sound different?  I think its my mood.  It was a great day and I wanted you faithful readers to get the highlights.  I have three or four more entries in my head from things in the past that I need to write about, but I wanted to write about today while the sex was still fresh.  Real time on this one, I just rinsed all the cum off of me and sat down and wrote this entry.

We were flying out of the country and could not figure out a way to get our dildo’s, butt plugs, benwa balls and other toys through customs, so the only thing we packed was the good lube. Turns out we were worried about nothing, customs into the Island was a joke and coming home, we were the first ones off the plane and they didn’t even bother to check our bags. Guess we didn’t fit the terrorist or smuggler profile. No worries though, we improvised when it came to our sexual fun. Once settled in to our resort it was obvious that I had a fat chance at getting laid by a Jamaican man. I think I scared them. If you check out my pics in this blog you can see my lily white skin. When I turned forty I had a bout with skin cancer and now must remain diligent in staying out of the sun. I packed three bottles of sunscreen and almost ran out before our vacation was over. The closest I came to a proposition was one evening when Barbie and I decided to take a midnight topless swim. I was wearing white lace underwear and when I got out of the water, a drunken Jamaican came up close, touching my shoulder and said, ” Do you want me to show you my dick?” I must confess, that is one of the first and fastest times that I answered NO to that question. Bill was there and told him NO simultaneously and the guy scedaddled. “Of course he wanted you,” Bill said, “you look like a fucking vampire!” ” Or one of those translucent jelly fish,” John chimed in.

Sex with John was great. This was our honeymoon. In 30 years of being together we had never taken a vacation for this long, away from work and the kids. One of John’s favorite things to do is to fuck me after I have been fucked by four or five different guys. He loves the stretched out pussy and I love the feeling of him fucking my sore puss. On the third night John surprised me. He had me spread out on the bed, legs open wide and close my eyes. He told me to play with myself. I heard him go into the bathroom and I heard the water running. A few minutes later he came out and I could hear the lube bottle cap pop open. He handed me a big warm cylinder shaped thing and told me to fuck myself with it. It was a water bottle! I took the fat end and pushed it into my pussy, maneuvering my hips to open it as wide as possible. My lips stretched around it. There is a slight amount of pain as it passes into the vagina, but then its as if my pussy sucks it in and the bottle eased in. You could hear the sucking squish as I pushed it further and further in. The look on John’s face was priceless. I love being his dirty girl. The warm water was a new sensation. I embraced the warmth and enjoyed the glow. I slowly fucked myself with it pushing it deep inside of me. I let him fuck me with it matching his rhythm with my hips. Eventually he yanked it out and stuck his hard cock in. God, it felt so good! He pumped away and I was so wet that when he came our juices oozed all over the bed and made a puddle on the floor. Eh, we were on vacation, let the maids clean it tomorrow! Who needs a dildo when you have a sexual Macgyver for a husband? The next night? We used a bigger water bottle … of course!

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