Let’s see, where did we leave the story of Jack and Carla? Oh yes, we were hoping they were as good in person as they seemed to be online and on the phone. Where should we pick up the story?
Do you want to hear about the flirty banter over drinks?
Veronica: These guys were both very chatty. Hubman and I are both talkers, so we appreciate people who can hold up their end of the conversation. And believe me, we have been on dates where the dreaded lull has come over the table.
Do you want to hear about the shared stories of good and bad dates?
Veronica: One of the good things about being in the lifestyle for a while is that you have a good set of stories to tell about good dates, as well as the far more entertaining dates gone bad, people who use old photos on their profile and many other things that Hubman and I have written about in our Swing Shift posts.
How about figuring out that we both fucked the same unicorn? (For the curious, click here, here or here)
I don’t think Veronica is getting that I’m being a little sarcastic, I think our readers are more interested in hearing about them asking us back to their house. Is that more like it? Yeah, I thought so 
Veronica: We met at a restaurant close to their house and chatted over drinks. They were personable and friendly and very funny. He kind of reminded me of Matthew Broderick, which is a good thing. After having a couple of margaritas and beers, we decided to head over to their house. I rode with Jack and Hubman rode with Carla, which gives us a further chance to know each other and also prevent us from getting lost.
We got to their house and chatted while hanging out with their very friendly dog.
Veronica: That was a very cute little dog. Very well behaved as well, unlike our pyscho puppy who treats each visitor to our home like the 1st person outside our family that they ever saw. They also had a great house, with a very nice kitchen. (I am a HGTV junkie and I can’t help but look at every place we visit for decorating ideas.)
They really are good hosts, we sat around chatting for a bit, realized that we both fucked the same unicorn and they asked if we were comfortable playing right there in the living room. They have folding mattress thingy (kinda like an air mattress, only foam) that they use for play. “Hey Veronica, are you a squirter?” Seems like an out-of-the-blue question!
The squirting conversation was awesome. As a contrast, when we have company, we tend to tidy the basement, tidy the kiddy side and pull the curtain that divides the children’s play area from the adult play area. We might light some candles and pull out the futon. These guys pull out foam mats and put them on the floor and get out sheets for them. They then ask if I am a squirter. Mildly embarrassed thinking they are going to be disappointed that I am not, I stammer that I am working on it, but haven’t found the time to master the skill. They laugh and explain that they are asking because they have an extra pad that they like to put between the sheet and the mattress. Apparently they had a friend over once that was a squirter and they left a stain on the foam mat that their daughter had noticed when she was setting up for her slumber party. We have a good laugh at that, and I tell them that they are awesome hosts.
Hubman made a pit stop to the bathroom and Jack, Carla and I got the party started. When Hubman came back, Carla and I were down to our thongs, feeling each other up while Jack watched.
Nothing like skipping the whole “how do we transition from idle chit-chat to actually fucking” part! I pulled Carla closed and kissed her. “You’re mine. At least for now.” She’s fairly tall, close to 5’8″, and I really liked kissing her while we were standing and letting our hands wander and explore each others bodies.
Once Hubman returned I focused on Jack and we began fooling around. He was into feet and liked mine, which was unexpected since I do not think much of my feet. He was smaller than I had anticipated but his tongue skills made up for his teeny peenie. I do have to admit that I enjoy a smaller cock during oral as I can fit all of it in my mouth without gagging.
I get Carla completely undressed and after a few minutes of giving and receiving oral (she tasted great AND has very good technique too) she says “I need you to fuck me”. Well hell, no need to ask me twice. Rather than fumble around looking for Veronica’s purse, where my condoms are, at her suggestion I grab one from the box they had put out when setting up the mattress.
As I started to roll the condom on she says “Is that gonna fit? you’re kinda big” then turns to her hubby and says “Sorry honey.” He chuckles, apparently this isn’t an unusual circumstance for them, and I catch a glimpse of the look on Veronica’s face.
Jack finished up fairly quickly with Veronica while I was still fucking Carla. They laid alongside us and watched. I’ve written about it before, one of the reasons we don’t like parties is that I’m not a big fan of being watched like that. Between the too-snug (and subsequent loss of sensation) condom and the audience, I lose my erection. Dammit. So we take a little break and Veronica plays with Carla some more.
During a break in sex with Jack I went down on Carla, which she and I enjoyed but I was surprised when Carla did not reciprocate. I found that slightly odd, since her profile lists her as fully bi and she mocked all of the different kinds of bi you can be on the swinger website.
Actually Veronica, I checked on their profile she called herself bi-curious. (Oops, I thought she was bi.)
We sat around chatting for a little bit, but then it was getting late and we all decided to call it a night. Since I lost my erection and didn’t come, I was concerned that Carla might think I wasn’t really into her. The human ego can be a fragile thing. A few text messages the next day reassured her that all was well, she completely understood and Jack supported me by pointing out that the same thing has happened to him on occasion.
We were all ready to meet for another date someday.
Except for one little problem that I didn’t know about yet….
