Jun 292009
 

Last week I announced that Veronica and I would be starting a [hopefully] weekly column about participating in the swinging lifestyle and solicited your questions.   For those of you who either e-mailed me or left comments, I’ll get to yours in due time.   BTW, thanks to the always Sexy Sadie for suggesting the column title!  And I’m always happy to have more questions, so don’t be shy! This weeks questions comes from a reader who e-mailed me, asking to stay anonymous:

In the world of swinging..How are couples who are married to others but playing together viewed?  Is this something that should be talked about?  Is it necessary to include this information?  My initial thought is that it is important information that needs to be shared.

Reading this question, I thought of my blogger friend Wayward Wife.  Her blog is invite-only, which is why I’m not linking to her.  She is a married woman who is having an affair with another man, whom she participates in the lifestyle with.  I sent her this question [maintaining the questioners anonymity] and asked for her point of view.  Here is what she had to say:

If you are a couple that is married, but not to each other, or one of you is married and the other single, my best advice for you would be to not bring it up with anyone you swing with. There is a perception that swingers look down on cheaters, but I don’t have any experience with this in real life because my boyfriend and I (I am married, he is not) don’t reveal this information to people when we meet them in a swingers situation.

To be honest, we are rarely asked about our marital status when we meet people in real life at a club or event. Usually people just assume we are married and we don’t dissuade them of that notion or they just assume we are dating, which we are, in our own way.

On lifestyle websites, we are sometimes asked as part of the “get to know you” chatting that takes place with a woman or another couple, and we have a stock answer that we use for this situation, which also works well if anyone asks at a club. We tell them that we met on a swingers site about a year ago, and have been together ever since. If you substitute “married but dating website” for “swingers site” you pretty much have the truth, so it is an easy lie to stick with.

There is no way for anyone to prove that you are married or not. Some women or couples want to swing with other couples in more established relationships — ie, they want people to have been married for a few years, as opposed to just together for one year. If you encounter a couple like this, just move on, there are more fish in the sea, right?

The other issue with swinging as a non-married/cheating couple is a timing issue. Many women or couples want to get together on a Friday or Saturday night, when it is hard for cheaters to get away. We’ve solved this issue by telling people (if needed) that one of us often works nights, so are they free to meet on a Wednesday evening instead? As with the situation above, we move on if this doesn’t work out.

Now, the issue of where to fuck might be an issue if both members of the couple are married to other people. (f one is single, you use their pad, of course.) If that isn’t an option, coming up with an excuse as to why you have to go to the house of the couple you are meeting instead of your place (big angry dogs?) might work. Or, if you have an on premise club in your area you can go to, that solves that issue.

Veronica and I have not met any couples that we know to be in a situation like Wayward Wife’s, which is why I asked for her opinion.  To be honest, I think Veronica and I would avoid getting involved with a couple that is married, but not too each other.   Our preference is not just couples who are married, but who have kids as well.  Let’s face it, kids pose unique challenges to anyone’s social life, naughty-minded or not.  We’ve legitimately had to re-schedule or cancel dates because of kid-related issues.  It’s our contention, proven correct by the infamous Ned and Ann, that other parents are more understanding than non-parents.  It’s simply an issue of practicality for us.

Perhaps this appears hypocritical to some of you, based on my post yesterday about Veronica and I sleeping with married women in the past and willing to do so again.  So why not a married woman and her boyfriend? It’s not so much an ethical issue as it is a drama-avoidance tactic.  Getting together with a couple where one or both of them is cheating is inherently more risky that sleeping with a married woman.  So to answer the original question, Veronica and I would like to know, if only because we would want avoid that situation. However,

I know that Wayward Wife and her boyfriend have had some difficulty finding other partners.  I wonder if other swingers have figured out their situation and avoid them, as cute as she is. [I've met her, trust me...]  Seriously, I think that hiding the fact that the couple was married but not to each other would be pretty difficult and all of the excuses about times and places would raise red flags.  It probably would for us.

You’ll notice that none of our reasons for avoiding an adulterous couple are ethical.  I know that some of you think that the “they’re gonna cheat anyway” excuse is a bunch of B.S.  But it’s true, like it or not.

Yes, we’re quite possibly big ole stinkin’ hypocrites.  Go ahead and point it out, I won’t argue with you.

(Veronica: Hubman covered this so well that I do not have anything to add.  However I will be participating more in the weeks to cum.  Also, if you have a question where you really would prefer a woman’s perspective, please make sure and let us know.)

 

For whatever reason, some of you out there in the blogosphere seem to think that Veronica and I have some experience in the lifestyle and can be helpful.  In the past several months, no less than 8-10 individuals have contacted us privately, seeking advice about the lifestyle.  Which is perhaps ironic, since as we were getting involved in the lifestyle ourselves we relied heavily on the advice of our dear friend SwingerWife, to the point that we were texting back and forth with her as we were driving to our very first ‘date’ with another couple.  We’ve benefitted greatly from not only her advice, but from a host of other people who we’ve met in the lifestyle and have helped us out along the way.

I guess the myriad of lifestyle websites are too impersonal or something.  Maybe knowing that we’re ‘real’ people, who have had our fair share of struggles, successes, conflicts, amazing experiences, and mis-communications holds some appeal.

We’d like to think that any advice we’ve given has been helpful, or at least not harmful, so I think it’s time for “Hubman and Veronica’s Swinger’s Advice Service” to open for business!

And the first order of business will be to come up with a better name, because that one sucks…

The only acceptable form of payment will be nekkid pictures.  That or sexual favors ;-)

Seriously, stealing from the regular “Ask the Hot Dads” column that I contribute too [new post up on Monday, by the way...], I think I might start a semi-regular feature where I take readers questions, anonymously if desired, and answer them in a post.  What do you think, would you be interested?  I think we owe it to the people that have helped us to in turn help others, if possible.  Veronica would give her perspective as well, of course.

Communication issues.  Performance anxiety.  How to write a good profile on a website.  What are parties really like.  Avoiding jealousy. Full- or soft-swap, and what’s the difference anyway?  Safe sex concerns.  Nothing would be off-limits, no concern too big or too small.

So leave a comment or e-mail me [address on the left in the "About me..." section] and leave me your questions.  If you’d prefer that we keep your identity anonymous, just say so.  And if you have a question and would prefer we don’t write a post about it, we’d still be more than happy to answer it anyway.

Darling Boy in a few more years-

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Have a good Monday!  I know I will, I’m on vacation :-D

May 232009
 

Am I cut out to be a swinger?  Am I comfortable having sex in public, with Veronica or any other person?

I’ve been having these thoughts as long as Veronica and I have been in the lifestyle.  Which is only about 8 or 9 months, but still, the thoughts are there, and every time I feel like I’m getting past them or found some rationalization, I have, umm, performance issues again.  I have frequently found myself having trouble having or maintaining an erection.

Our first hotel party, Veronica spent 1o minutes on her knees blowing me and I never even got hard.  I chalked it up to newbie nerves and the 6 or 8 other people in the room who might have been watching.  We found a private room with no one else around and all was good.  The next weekend we have our first swap and while I did get erect and fuck K, my erection came and went several times and I was more than a little embarrassed.  Again, I blamed nerves, since it was our first swap and Veronica was in the other room with K’s very good looking and extremely well hung husband, plus K and I just had different styles, so that could also have been part of it.

By this time our rendezvous with SwingerWife and her husband was already planned, so I was getting nervous about the pressure I was putting on myself.  So Veronica gave her OK for me to hook up with a stripper who was interested in me.  Long story made short, I fucked her in the club on a Wednesday afternoon and came in no time flat.  Absolutely no issues whatsoever.  Good, I really can enjoy myself with another woman!

A few weeks later we saw SW and SH.  Rather than recount that, if you want you can go to her blog and read her posts about it.  Does anyone notice what is missing, though?  I came only once all weekend.  Four different sex sessions, multiple switches back and forth between Veronica and SW and the only time I came was when SW and I were alone in a separate room from SH and Veronica.  So now I’m back to thinking that I have trouble with being watched, or at least being naked and having an orgasm while another man is there.

In the coming months we have 3somes with 4 different women and there are no problems.  But with Ned and Ann, you guessed it, I had trouble staying hard and couldn’t cum with her.  This time I blame that while she is smokin’ hot, she is the worst lay ever.  So maybe that one doesn’t count.

Things start looking up with Max and Irma.  I have no trouble getting hard with her, she and I are having a fine old time, but poor Max is the one having trouble getting hard.  Rather than continue to fuck his wife while he can’t even get it up, I stopped.  Seriously, I think it would have been rude of me to continue while he was clearly uncomfortable.  So while I’m encouraged some doubt remains.

We go to a party a month later and for the first time Veronica and I have sex with others, in front of more others.  Woohoo!  While I had a little condom-related issue [not my preferred brand] and didn’t cum with her, I was very happy with my performance.  But keep in mind, to this point I have yet to have an orgasm with someone besides Veronica in a 4some situation.  Sure, there are excuses plausible explanations for each instance, but the male psyche can be a fragile thing and it’s continuing to bother me.

Fast-forward to last month and Dina and Derek.  I had some issues, which I blamed on condoms and Dina claimed to understand [I have my doubts about that], so I finished with Veronica and cuming in her mouth.  Progress!  My first orgasm during a 4some!  Sure, it wasn’t with the other woman, but I’m looking on the bright side here.

Which brings us to the party we went to last weekend at Rob and Bonnie’s house.  And here I go, back to square one.  As I wrote here, I had performance issues again, this time with Veronica and in a ‘being watched’ situation, but after the ‘progress’ I’ve made it still bothers me.  One of my regular readers commented privately to me, about my indecision about being just another notch in a woman’s proverbial bedpost that

I mean, perhaps you don’t stare at the cock sizes of men at these things, but don’t you realize how small of a pool you’re in with your size? of COURSE she wants to fuck you! Most there are likely average size! lol.  Hey, wouldn’t it be a nice ego stroke to know you were the most memorable she had all night and you ruined her for the other 2? ;)

While I’m flattered by her words and her opinion of my man-bits, the fact remains that I was feeling very inadequate as a lover with some of these other women.  It’s not as simple as having what some might consider a larger than average cock to give a man confidence.  And out of fear of causing worry with future lovers, I didn’t want to write about it.

It’s no secret that Veronica and I had a date last night with another blogger couple who are also swingers.  We had a great first date a few weeks ago and there was no doubt in our minds that we were going to be getting nekkid last night.  I know they read my blog on a daily basis and was hesitant to write this post all week long.  She is an extremely desirable woman and I had high hopes that I could put my issues aside.

I don’t know what was different, but last night was spectacular!!!

Red Rider’s wife is a fantastic lover and I had a great orgasm deep inside her gorgeous pussy while Veronica and Red watched us.  Woohoo!!

Oh, and Veronica says that Red is pretty damn good too ;-)

BTW, Red, we need a name for Mrs. Red on our blogs. Or perhaps she’d like to suggest something?

Yes, dear readers, I’m teasing you.  You’re going to have to wait for another day to hear about last night :-D

May 082009
 

One year ago today I knocked on a hotel room door and paid a woman for sex.  I’m not going to recount that story again, click here if you want to read the story.

Which brings me to the title of this post- Yes, I’m sorry that I cheated on Veronica.  I hurt her deeply and could have done irreparable harm to our marriage.  I’ll never forget how terrible I felt when she shoved me off her and wept openly the first time we tried to make love after she confronted me.  How could I have done that to her? How utterly stupid of me.

But after many hours of heart-to-heart talks and maybe more than a few tears, we got through it and now, a year later, our marriage and sex life is better than ever.  Which is why I’m not that sorry.

Part of what we talked about was desires, both hers and mine, and what we wanted to do to fulfill them.  It started with her posting an ad on Adult FriendFinder for a woman for herself.  Sometime in August she had her first date with another woman.  It went nowhere, but I can remember hanging out in the yard that Sunday afternoon and relaying updates that Veronica was sending me to our (then new) friend M.  Veronica and M had struck up a friendship, and M was still struggling to come to terms with her husband’s affair.  M politely asked Veronica if I wouldn’t mind talking with her about what I had done, and I soon found myself having a brutally honest chat with M, telling her about what I did, why, and how Veronica and I were working our way through it together.  I’m very happy to say that M became a very good friend, a friendship which continues to this day.  We love you, M!

Which leads me to the first reason why I’m not sorry- you, our fellow bloggers.

Veronica had started her blog in October 2007 on a whim.  Around this time last year she started reading more, particularly infidelity blogs, including the now-defunct Philosophy of Infidelity, written by Titus, who became a friend and confidante of Veronica’s.  A number of those blogs, perhaps ironically, helped her understand the cheating mind.  She also discovered the fun of HNT around then and the realm of blogs she read expanded.  I started to read as well during the course of the summer and then started my original blog in September.  Starting with comments left on blogs, we’ve developed a number of good friendships.  Our lives are enriched because of Southern Vixen, SwingerWife, M, Dana, Amorous Rocker, Emmy, Garbonzo, Jennybean and others, some of whom would rather be left un-named, some that I might have forgotten.

Intertwined with blogging is swinging, and the other reason I’m not that sorry.  We’ve had some extremely memorable experiences, some of which we never even wrote about.  And if anything, sex with others had made sex between just the two of us all the more special.  I’m convinced that if I did not knock on that door, Veronica and I would not be in the happy place we are now.  Yes, it was painful at times, but you know what?  Looking back, knowing what I do now, I would do it again.

It’s been a year, time to lay my cheating past to rest.  Never again will I write about that on my blog.  It’s history.

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May 062009
 

First a note- For some reason, none of the links to the other bloggers who wrote about their first times worked yesterday and I didn’t realize it until sometime in the evening.  The link to Errant Wife at the top is good and she listed everyone, so if you missed the others, go to her first.  Sorry about that :-(

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It’s the first Thursday of the month, which means it’s retro HNT time!  So no actual nekkidness this week…

On Sunday I published a post anticipating what my day might be like as I rode in the Five Boro Bike Tour of NYC.  Little did I know that when the weather channel predicted 60% chance of showers, what they meant was 100% chance of showers all fucking day long!  I took the Long Island Railroad into the city, carried my bike up the steps from Penn Station to 7th Avenue, stood there for a moment getting my bearings, and felt the first rain drop.  And it never really stopped all day. Thank God for Gortex water repellent outer-wear!

This is the podium where the opening ceremony took place.  We’re on Church St and about 1/2 mile down the street behind me is Ground Zero, were the new Freedom Tower to replace the World Trade Center is being built.  Even 8 yrs later, there is a solemn, almost reverential feel to the area.  From the top floor of my high school on LI, on a clear day, I could see the NYC skyline, dominated by the WTC, in the distance.  Fourteen people from my hometown died on 9/11.  I’ve been back to the city only a few times since then, but being around Ground Zero always affects me, and not necessarily in a good way.

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Riding down the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway there are some pretty cool views of the lower Manhattan skyline

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8 years ago the WTC would have been towering over all of the other buildings in the view below.

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Did you try to *click* on any of the pictures?  There are some pictures of me, including what I was wearing under my Gortex ;-)

Veronica is up to the letter “M” in her Alphabet HNT series.  And don’t forget to see Osbasso and check out all of the other half-nekkidness this week!

 

Most of the time Veronica and I do very well at reading each others moods and sensing when something is amiss.

Work has been stressful lately.  You know those times when for every item you get off the almighty to-do list, 2 more appear?  Yeah, that’s been my life at work lately.

Veronica has also been very busy and stressed at work.  This coming week will be the first one this year where she won’t have an evening meeting.  Hell, twice this past week we got into bed, looked at each other, and said “Nah, I’d rather go to sleep.”  [I know, cry you a river...  For us, that's highly unusual.]  Combine all this, and neither of us was at the top of our games, so to speak, communication-wise.

Part of what has been bugging me is a lack of communication with others and an absence of play on the swinging front.  Sure, we’ve had a date or two and some fun webcam play with a couple [whom we haven't written about yet.  If and when something physical happens with them, then I'll write something!], but for the most parts everything has been a waste of time.  Finding playmates was starting to become a chore and I was seriously ready to take a break.  Plus, we haven’t seen Sarah in ages.  Every time plans get made, they get canceled.  Yes, every time is completely understandable and we know full well it’s not personal, but still, it gets frustrating.

But I didn’t want to talk to Veronica about any of this.  And therein lies the problem.

I was afraid to bring it up, because it’s all about sex with other women.  Would she think that I’m obsessing over others and not thinking as much about her?  That finding and fucking other women has become more important than our own sex life?

So I kept my thoughts to myself.  Which is a dangerous thing.  When something is bugging me, I benefit greatly from sharing my thoughts and talking it out.  Just getting to vent helps.  To compound it, a very close and dear blog friend, who would understand what I’m talking about, was one of the people I couldn’t reach, at least when I needed it the most.  But that’s the nature of our blog friendships for many of us.  We all have jobs, families, friends, many of whom may have no idea about our blogs.  So sometimes that person may not be able to reply to that text message or voicemail, because they can’t.  I lost sight of that.

The same applies to others in the lifestyle.  Family, work, whatever, gets in the way and you go for a few days without checking that e-mail account and can’t take that phonecall at that time.  Again, I lost sight of that.

Veronica:  The week was stressful for me as well.  Did you know that the windshield wipers on a car has a transmission?  I did not know that either until mine broke and cost $400 to repair.  Monday I spent about 4 hours dealing with an employee that was throwing around ‘hostile work environment’ and ‘harassment’.   I get home and we celebrate PP’s birthday.  The kids are asleep and ’24′ is over and I invite Hubman to naughtiness in the bedroom.  He tells me that he is tired.  No problem, and off to sleep we go.  As we are settling in, he mentions that he is concerned that Dina who is part of the couple we recently cammed with, is not into him.  I tell him that I don’t think that is the case and I promise to call her tomorrow to verify.

Tuesday comes and Hubman and I are at work.   I give Dina a call and leave a message.   I call her again on the way home from my evening meeting and leave a message.  I also call Sarah as well and leave a message.  The kids are asleep when I get home and start to vigorously kiss Hubman hello.  He pulls away with a grunt and starts to stare at the computer.  “Well welcome home to me!”  I think.  I go into the kitchen and put away the salad stuff I picked up.  He and I go off to bed.  We chat a little about his frustrations and She likes it rough followed.

Hubman goes to sleep, and I do too with a smile thinking, “Bad mood dissolved, mission accomplished.”

Wednesday came.  Hubman was still edgy.  I was befuddled.  We had very hot sex last night.  I fed him a tasty dinner.  The house was a little messy but I have seen it a lot worse.  Why is he in a bad mood?  He asks, “Did you talk to Dina today?”  Motherfucker.  It’s them.  He’s in a mood because the ladies have not been returning his calls.  I tell him I did not and that I would call once I got everything cleaned up from dinner.  I called Dina and spent the rest of the night restless, pacing the house tidying and praying for the phone to ring.  These efforts exhausted me and I was too tired to break in our new mattress that night.

Thursday comes.  Hubman is a little edgy but not bad.  We go to bed and break in our new mattress, yet I feel that he is distracted.  Afterwards we talk.  He complains about the people and I go into fixer mode.  I suggest that we try another website and focus our energy on parties.  He informs me that he does not like our profile name.  I am getting really cranky now.  I have been spending the week trying to get to the bottom of his bad mood and dissolve it.  And while I usually don’t mind, this week is one of the few times I do not have the patience for this.  My week has been long and extremely stressful with no reprieve in sight. Hubman and I chat and plot some more  and with a solid action plan in place he feels better and goes to sleep.  Later I fall into a restless, fitfull sleep.

It’s now Friday.  I am exhausted having been up at 5am the day before and not asleep before midnight that night.  I am raw and irritable.  Even though Hubman has not expressly said that the lack of communication from the ladies this week was the cause of his continuing angst, I knew that it was.  But I did not want to broach the subject with him as I did not want to cause him to get into a bad mood. I was feeling tentative yet irritated.  I can see being irritable because of work,  or the house looked like it required an intervention from FEMA, but to be irritable all week because some women he wanted to fuck weren’t calling us back really annoyed me.  Is he that desperate to fuck other women?

Hubman is in a better mood and does not seem to notice my masked angst as he heads to work.  My mood has not improved. I yell at the kids and by the time I get to work I am exhausted and literally on my last nerve.  Thankfully my boss started his weekend early so I did as well so I could take a nap.

Refreshed and relaxed my mood was improved and I was intent on enjoying the evening.

To be honest, when I asked Veronica to add her thoughts to this post, I did not expect a complete recap of the week.  But she wrote it, so there it is. One thing that did bother me was she did not acknowledge that she too has been frustrated about the lack of play with others.  She even wrote about it last week.  I pointed that omission out and she said “Oops, forget to mention that.”  It wasn’t just me who was getting frustrated!

While my mood was influenced by a number of factors, only one of which was other women in our life, from her perspective, that was the only reason.  Part of the reason she didn’t know about the other stressors in my life this week is because I knew how stressful her week was, so I held back.  If I hadn’t done so, she would have a better perspective on what was bothering me.

Friday night we had a date.  Just the two us, doing what we used to do before swinging, going out for a nice peaceful dinner without the kids [OK, not so peaceful, with the damn waitstaff singing happy birthday to not 1, not 2, but 3 different customers while we were there!], a little time at our favorite strip club and some hot sex when we got home.

No sooner than we pulled away from the house did we start talking, clearing the air.  It was exactly what we needed, just 2 or 3 days late.  Not too late, because no harm was done, but we could have both saved ourselves a little emotional turmoil and angst if one of us initiated a conversation earlier.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, communication is the most important thing for a couple in the lifestyle.  This past week Veronica and I forgot that.

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Epilogue:  We had a great date night and lots of fun at the club.  We both got lap dances from the same gorgeous blonde [Veronica and she even played with each others tits!], during the drive home I finger-fucked her to orgasm, she blew me for a bit while I was driving on the interstate, and we had fantastic sex once we got home!

With it rains, it pours, with potential playmates. Just before we left for our date, Dina popped up on Yahoo Messenger to say hi and apologize for not getting back to us all week.  Then on Saturday Veronica confirmed a date with Sarah for one day this week!

All is well  :-D

 

Last week Veronica and I wrote about Red Flags, those signs that perhaps the “couple” that you have met online isn’t, shall we say, being completely honest with you.

It just so happens that the very next day Veronica found a woman on our favorite lifestyle site that she found attractive.  And I just had to agree, she was quite attractive!

So, just like we always do when we see someone we like, we risk getting laughed at or blown off rejected and sent them a message:

I saw your picture and was entranced by your pretty face and curly hair. My husband and I are in ****** and would like to get the chance to know you and your husband better. Please take a look at our profile and let us know if you would like to get to know us better as well. Have a great night. Veronica

Simple and straightforward, right?

And we get a reply in less than an hour, including their Yahoo IM name!

We reply the next day, with our real names and our Yahoo IM name.  To make a long story short, within the next 4 days we have exchanged pictures, talked about experiences, desires, and boundaries, and the ladies traded phone numbers.  Veronica and she have talked [I really should come up with a pseudonym for her...] on the phone and she and I have chatted online several times.

And we have a dinner date set for this Thursday evening!

Isn’t that nice?  No waiting days for a reply.  No wondering if there really is a woman there. Just a “real” couple who is as honest and open as we are.

This is how “dating” on the internet should be!

[Now I'm hoping that I haven't jinxed this whole relationship by writing about it already....]

 

[Written by Veronica, with occasional gibberish by yours truly...]

Last Night I learned three interesting things about myself.

1. That my aversion to short men was unfounded.
2. Apparently I am very polite all the time, even during sex.  Some people find this very amusing.
3. Long lasting makeup that does not melt in the heat is very, very good at lifestyle parties.

It’s Saturday night and Hubman and I are dressed and waiting for our babysitter to arrive.  We decided to try a new sitter named Ashley who is a new teacher in PP’s daycare.  We figured this would be a good night to break her in as she did not have to bathe or feed the kids, and would only have them awake for about two hours tops out of a five hour engagement.  She arrives at the door and I totter down the stairs in my shoes of sluttiness.  Hubman gives her a tour of the house and we give her a quick overview of the kids (hairless and furry) routines and get our coats.

Hubman: I think that Veronica is referring to the dog with her “furry” comment…

PP is happily eating grapes and watching TV. I ask her if she wants smooches or if she is good and she just waves and says, “I’m good!”  Hubman and I are psyched as getting away for many of our nights out have included crying, a minor tantrum and some boogering of my shirt.  We decide not to push our luck, so we kiss and hug the kids and head out the door.

We get to the meet and greet and are greeted warmly by Rob and Bonnie, the hosts.  They introduce us to a couple named Darla and Stan.  We are chatting about near misses of getting busted by the kids, them having a tougher time as their kids are teens.  I can see Hubman and Darla giving each other the eye and Stan is smiling at me as well.

We have the rare opportunity to be ahead of our hosts on something as we tell them about our trip to a lifestyle club in Fort Lauderdale, where Rob and Bonnie are going later this month.  (Thanks SoVix!)  As we are chatting Stan and Darla get up.  Darla is a teeny adorable little thing and Steve is…..short.  At first I wonder if its just the shoes throwing off my perspective but then he stands next to Hubman.  Yeah, short.

I have a thing about short men.  On my blog I  have alluded to having ‘daddy’ issues.  My relationship with my father is, well, non-existent and was not good before it got to that point.  My father is a short man, and an accountant.  So I have always been subconsciously been turned off by short men. (I have no great love for CPA’s either)  Also, some short men overcompensate for being short (probably caused by women like me, who are on the short side themselves, but prefer tall men) by having obnoxious personalities.  I also have my own body image issues and I would just imagine that a smaller man, especially one that has a petite little tasty wife would find me ungainly and unattractive.  However, Stan was attractive and fit, so I decided that if he was into me, I would be open minded.

[I know the above sounds terrible and bitchy but I never claimed to be a saint.  I have issues, I know]

Anyway we get to the party room and Bonnie is out and about with her spring themed jello shots.  We have a couple of shots and I get changed into a black crochet swim cover with only a thong underneath it.   The crochet pattern was not a small one and my nipples peeked out of the fabric.  You want to see this outfit?  I am sure it will appear on some Thursday in the near future.

Hubman and I start making out in the living room and he asks if we can invite Darla and Stan to play with us.  I hesitate, because I always worry about being rejected.  I ask Hubman to talk to Darla, and go and claim a spot on the bed.  Since it was a small crowd for a change, there was actually enough bed space for everyone.  Hubman comes back with Darla and Stan, and Hubman and I start kissing and I soon get distracted by Stan’s thick cock.  Hubman goes off for a condom and comes back and Darla starts warming him up.  Stan then goes and gets his condom.

Hubman: Darla and I had been making eye contact all evening and where flirting quite a bit. I was really into her [well, not literally, yet] and figured I would just go for it.  I walk up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders and whisper in her ear “Veronica and I are going to go play in the bedroom.  We’d like it if you and Stan joined us.”  “I’ll check with him” was her reply.  Back to the story…

Then the rude thing happened.  Darla and I are fondling each other while Hubman is getting a condom on and another guy gets behind Darla and literally tries to insert himself into the action.  Darla gives him a look and he moves on, so the four of us can start.  I go over to the edge of the bed and Stand slides into me.  Stan is very good and is soon riding me like a jockey on a thoroughbred.  I decide I want deeper penetration and ask, “May I please put my legs on your shoulders?”  Darla immediately starts cracking up.  “Veronica, I fucking love you, could you be more polite?”  I shrugged, I never realized I did that.  Hubman chimes in, “Yeah, at home she will say, “Please pound me and come in my mouth.”  The three of them laugh at my expense and I shrug.  I can’t help it if I’m polite.

The manners thing is actually a little bit of a roadblock for me at parties sometimes.  I find myself conflicted between the desire to be a voyuer and my mother’s voice in my head telling me that it is rude to stare.

As we are fucking I grab Darla’s teeny ass.  I comment to Hubman, “This is the cutest little butt ever.”  Darla laughs, “You are too sweet, I have no fucking ass, just like my mother.”  She adds, “Now you have an ass.  Stan has been dying to get his hands on that all night.”  Stan slaps my ass, as Hubman and I grin at each other enjoying the sensations of our new friends and the thought of how many people do enjoy my ass.

Hubman: At this point I hadn’t actually penetrated Darla yet.  This other guy climbed on the bed behind her while she was on her knees blowing me.  He rests one hand on her ass while stroking his dick.  I think Darla thought at first that it was either Stan or Veronica, as she did not react.  But then I shot the guy a look, she looks over her shoulder and is like “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.  TOTALLY ruined it for me and I lost my erection.  Dammit.

Anyway after fucking for a bit we all decide to take a break as the hotel room was getting unbearably hot.  Since its February in New England the heat is on in the room. Even though I was really chilly during the wet t-shirt portion of the evening, I found myself incredibly hot in every way once the fucking commenced.  My make up however, stayed put.  The Bare Minerals stuff is worth every penny.

Hubman: she didn’t mention the wet t-shirt thing before, did she?  It was a spring swing break themed party, so of course there was a wet t-shirt contest!  I was a judge.  They all got 10′s from me, of course!

After getting a drink and relaxing, Darla and I begin fooling around and I start enjoying her talented tongue.  Somehow, this arouses the men, and Hubman is entering Darla for a second round while she is using her very talented tongue on my clit and moving three of her delicate little fingers in my pussy.   Stan is next to me on the couch, but at an awkward angle for me to do anything productive, so I begin to move, and an “excuse me” slips out to Darla.   She starts laughing so hard that she snorts.  “You are too much”.  We continue fucking some more until we are all spent and we all relax and chat.

Hubman: Actually, this was the first time I entered Darla.  Mr. Pushy ruined it for me earlier…

The best part is they live in the town where I work, which is just one town over from where we live. We figured that they met me last summer as their teenage kids have had summer jobs their and they have been to my office before.  They also asked us for our contact information, which makes us happy.  And we got theirs.

Hopefully a private playdate will be arranged.

So to sum up:

I will lose my height cut-off, which I am sure will thrill Hubman to no end.

I am still going to be polite, even if people do laugh at me, because I can’t help it.

And the Bare Minerals stuff?  Fucking Awesome.

Hubman: One of the things we love about these hosts is the effort they go to with the themes.  Besides encouraging the ladies to wear themed outfits, they also had the wet t-shirt contest, as we mentioned, plus some silly little press on temporary tattoos.  So Veronica got a tramp stamp!!  It says “kiss” inside the heart.  [Sorry for the quality, I took the picture with my camera phone this evening.  And she's been killing me, wearing that little g-string all day...]

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Feb 222009
 

[Veronica and I wrote this one together...]

God bless the internet! Between Craigslist, Adult Friend Finder, Swinglifestyle, Ashley Madison and a whole host of other sites, there are plenty of opportunities to find love/sex/fuck buddies/ friends-with-benefits or whatever else you’re looking for.

But how to figure out who is “for real” and who isn’t?

What raises a ‘red flag’ for us?  Who is wasting our time and who is genuinely interested in seeing us?  And by seeing us, I mean fucking us.  Because that’s why we’re swingers, we have fun fucking other people.  Sport fucking, if you will.

In Bill Cosby’s brilliant monologue about childbirth he references he and his wife being intellectuals. You can watch the clip, which is still hilarious more than 25 years later. Anyway, he references that as intellectuals, he and his wife go to school to learn things that other people just do naturally. Hubman and I consider ourselves to be intellectuals. It’s either that or we were simply able to sit still long enough to complete many, many years of school.

When we decided to participate in the lifestyle we did some research. We mostly used different websites and read some books. We also took the opportunity to question people that we met at our first lifestyle party. While these people were EXTREMELY helpful and probably saved us months of mistakes, experience is still the best teacher. There are many red flags to be aware of out there in the lifestyle. For those of you considering going into the lifestyle, we thought we would share some of our mistakes and the frustrations we have encountered.

Issue #1: Is there a woman in this “couple”?

One common misconception about swinging is that the whole thing is engineered by a bunch of horny men. That could not be further from the truth. While you need a man and a woman to swap, (and for the sake of this, we are going with heterosexual with a side of bi-girl sex) swinging is all about the women. In the more balanced couples we meet, the woman is the one in charge of the social planning.

However, many newbies will start and continue corresponding with couples where there is no woman, and then get pissed when the no-woman issue reveals itself. This usually happens as you are planning the date. The guy will confess that he and the woman on the profile recently broke up, but he would still like to meet you guys. If you meet this guy, run, run as fast as you can.

So how to spot the “Chickless Couple” before you waste too much time?

  1. The profile picture is a solo picture of the man: If the woman is not front and center, chances are there is no woman. The profile is advertising and the woman is the spokesperson and the bait.
  2. The pictures of the woman looks very generic and vaguely familiar: That is because they have been lifted from someone else’s website or a swimsuit catalog. Heck, we all know how easy it is to save photos from blogs. How much harder is it to upload them to a profile? Not too hard.
  3. The description of the woman is generic with no discussion about what she likes in the profile, but there is LOTS of information about the man.  Or, he says he has a female friend who likes to play as well.  Suuuuuure he does…
  4. The woman is never around to webcam, or there is always issues why you can’t see them but they still want to see you.
  5. You can never talk to the woman. It is a strict rule of ours that the ladies arrange the 1st meeting on the phone. That way, we can be sure there is a woman there. Unless the woman is deaf or mute you should be able to speak to her before you meet.

There is one “couple” that stands out as a prime example for us.  We have attempted to webcam with them several times, but there is always an issue on their end, they frequently request to trade pics but then send us the same ones we’ve already seen before, and when we attempted to jump start things by proposing an actual date we were met with silence.  Either there is actually not a woman there, or there are an example of Issue #2…

Issue #2: Couples that are flakier than a croissant factory

You can argue that we are amoral sluts headed straight for the lake of fire, but you cannot call us flaky. We respond promptly to emails, answer our chats and only cancel in an emergency. And if we’re not interested, for whatever, we will politely tell them so, rather than ignore them. Sadly, it appers that we are rare. How can you tell if you are dealing with a flake?

  1. If they have had their profile up for awhile (at least a year) but claim to have never actually swapped, chances are they are not serious. Veronica has IM’ed with a woman who initiated contact with her. Her profile looking for a woman had been up for a year, and as a single, attractive, non-smoking woman, she claimed to have never so much as kissed another woman yet.
  2. If after IM’ing and/or webcamming, complete with naughty talk and virtual sex, they do not ask to talk to you.
  3. Or, you take the initiative and give them your phone number, and get nothing.

We rule out couples by offering them a solid date. We tell them, we have a sitter and plans to go out on a certain night and we invite them to join us. We give them about 5 days to a week’s notice. If they can’t come and don’t try to offer up a different night, chances are they are flaky. The only exception to this is if you have a couple with limited babysitting options. We have 4 girls who normally sit for us and can normally get one of them with 24 hours notice, sometimes less, especially since we don’t go out a lot on Saturdays. If the couple counters with, we have to check with the sitter and get back to you give them a chance to do so. If they don’t get back to you, even to say “sorry, perhaps another time” then they are flaky.

Matt and Lisa are a great example.  They state that they only allow themselves one date-night per month, and we first bagen corresponding with them in late October.  November didn’t work out, as Veronica was in Indianapolis meeting some other bloggers.  December, they told us they had plans to attend a house party and invited us to come along, to which we readily agreed.  We repeatedly inquire about the location and other details, to no avail.  The day before the party, they tell us the party is full and there is no room for more attendees, them included.  Huh?  So we try again in January, agreeing to meet at a hotel meet and greet.  This time, we both cancelled because of inclement weather.  Last weekend we were going out for a date, just the two of us.  What the hell, let’s give them one more chance.  Veronica tells him of our plans that morning, he says great, we’ll see if we can get out.  Nothing, not even a “hey, sorry, but it wasn’t enough notice” in reply.  Either they are world class flakes or there is no woman there, because we’ve never actually seen or heard her, despite Hubman’s repeated attempted to initiate contact with her.  We’re DONE with them.

The flakiest of all are single women. One of the reasons that Hubman and I relaxed our moral standards to include married women is that if we were waiting for a single woman, we would still be waiting.

Last summer Veronica made contact with a very attractive woman on AFF.  They exchanged naughty pictures, chatted on the phone a few times, and set a date to meet.  The woman cancelled.  They rescheduled, she cancelled again.  And again. Then Veronica was in her town for a conference, told her so, and suggested that she could meet for a quick dinner or something.  No response.

Its kind of like that whole “He’s just not that into you” concept. If a couple wants to meet, they will do their best to make it happen. When we hung out with Max and Irma, they told us that they did not have ready access to sitters, but we could come over to their house after 9pm when their kids were long in bed, which is what we did.

Within the flaky is a subset we call ‘collectors’. They like to collect naked pictures and are not into meeting. Set a limit with yourself that you will send no more than a certain number of photos. Then it’s meeting time. There are also people who just like to chat and webcam. After two sessions we tell the couple that we like them and want to meet. If they are not responsive, then we move on.

Also never send more than one photo without reciprocation. This is another good way to weed out the ‘no woman’ people.

Issues #3: The Couple is NOTHING like their profile.

Truth in advertising? Hah!

On several of the lifestyle sites, you put in your age instead of your birthday. The system then does not update your age. Many couples forget to do that. [Like Hubman.  Crap, I turned 39 a few weeks ago.  Better go check our profile...] So when gauging age you might want to add one year to the posted age for every year the profile is up.

Another issues is that people post photos of themselves…..from 5 years ago. Then you meet them and they look nothing like their photos. Look carefully at the non-naked photos. How old does the clothing they are wearing look? For example, just how crisp looking is that “Red Sox 2004 World Champions shirt? That can help you date the pictures. When swapping photos, I try to include at least one photo with a date stamp so the receiver knows it is recent. However, that is a tricky one to work with since it would be rude to ask for a date-stamped photo. That is when the webcam becomes your friend. That is also why we I like to go to parties. We can see people live and in person in a low pressure situation. If we know we are going to a party, we now ask the couple that we are courting if they are going as well and try to encourage them to go.

[Speaking of which, we're going to another party this weekend and have told a couple that contacted us that we'll be there.  We'll see what happens...]

Before our second meet and greet party, we contacted a couple or two on the lifestyle website that we found attractive and knew would be at the party, to let them know we where looking forward to meeting them.

Yikes!  On their profile they listed their ages in the early 40s and showed a few pictures, but no face pics.  After meeting them, there is no way in hell that either of them is a day under 50!  Old, old pictures!

We’re sure that some of our friends in the lifestyle have similar tales.  Or perhaps you disagree with our assessment of some of these couples.

But we *know* that there is at least one couple who reads here regularly and is considering the lifestyle, so we hope this post at least is helpful for them, if not for anyone else.

Jan 262009
 

We’re sitting in their living room, Veronica and I, Max and Irma, enjoying a pleasant conversation and getting to know each other.  We had met Irma before, but Max was away at the time, so this was our first chance to meet him [well, except for the time Veronica and I 'performed' for him on webcam...]

Irma moves closer to me. We hold hands and gently touch each others bodies.  Veronica moves closer to Max and they start doing the same.  Irma leans in and kisses me, with a desire I had not expected yet, as if she had been awaiting this opportunity.  [Well, it had been over a month since we had original met, and due to her monthly visitor our play options were limited then...].  Just as quickly, Veronica and Max start shedding their clothes, so fast that Irma and I find ourselves almost fully dressed while Veronica is down to nothing but her thong.

I rub Irma’s very ample bosom with one hand while attempting to unbotton her blouse with the other.  She lends a hand and soon is turning her back to me so that I can to unclasp her bra and free her breasts from their confines.  She unbuttons my shirt, pulls my t-shirt over my head and quickly moves to open my pants.

Veronica and Max?  I’m barely noticing them now, except to realize that they are both naked and he is rubbing her pussy in what must be a pleasing way, based on the noises she is making.

Irma takes my already stiff cock into her mouth, coating me with saliva and fondling my balls all the while.  I lightly grab her full head of blonde hair and control her, gently thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth.  Before long, she is squatting above me, aiming my straining cock for her very slick pussy.  She rubs my head against her slit, spreading her moistness on me.  Then, she sinks down onto me, taking all of my length in one gentle stroke.

I lean back and let her control the pace, watching the expressions on her pretty face, rubbing and sucking her large nipples, seeing my cock sliding in and out of her very wet pussy…

I switch positions, putting her on her back at the edge of the couch.  I push in, firmly and quickly, knowing that she has warmed up to me.  I lift her legs up, wrap them around me, and stroke her vigorously, feeling myself bottoming out inside her.

Hmm, what’s going on here?  Max and Veronica haven’t started to fuck yet.  They are still sucking and licking each other, but he’s not fully hard.

I’m a matter of seconds of hard fucking from cuming, but since they haven’t even started, I hold back, lessening my pace and moving to gentler moves inside Irma.  At some point, Irma and I separate and Veronica moves to lick her now very wet and open pussy.  Maybe that sight will help Max get going.  Irma and Veronica trade places, and I slide back inside Irma from behind, while she takes her turn eating Veronica’s beautiful pussy.

Max moves over, so that Irma can alternate between eating Veronica’s pussy and sucking her husband’s cock, while I’m continuing to fuck her from behind, maintaining a firm grip on her hips and trying my best to hold off cuming just yet.  After all, Max hasn’t even gotten hard enough to penetrate either woman yet.

Irma moves to pay more attention to her husband and Veronica quickly positions herself beneath me.  I slide into her and hold her close, taking the opportunity to discretely ask her how it’s going.  Fortunately, she realizes that Max’s issues are not due to her, because Irma is sucking his cock and he’s going nowhere.

[I need to mention that I've totally been in his position before and completely understand the anxiety and embarrassment he is feeling.  Which is part of the reason I held back from fucking his wife hard and cuming deep inside her.  They are relatively new swingers, newer than us (this is only our 4th swap, after all...), and we suspect it is their first same-room swap.]

I continue to stroke Veronica, putting her legs over my shoulders and really getting into it, and I notice the beginning of that familiar feeling rising from deep within me.  But we also can’t help but notice that Max and Irma are now basically sitting off to the side, his flaccid cock a reminder of his discomfort.

Veronica, God bless her, politely mentions that the combination of tongues, fingers and my cock has started to make her lady-bits a little tender, giving us the opportunity to stop things.  Whether her soreness was real or not doesn’t really matter, it gave us a polite way to stop the action for the time being.

Then Irma moves in and takes my still-erect cock into her eager mouth and Max begins to fondle Veronica’s breasts.  But it is obvious that still, nothing is happening for him, so we put a stop to fun and games for the evening.  Plus, it is almost 11pm on a Sunday, we all have to get up for work in the morning and we told the sitter we would be home by 11, so we’re already late.

Maybe things will go better next time…

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Before we left for the night, we reassured Max that it’s OK, and I told him I’ve had the exact same problem before.  Irma mentions that usually all she has to do is suck him for 30 seconds and he’s ready to go, but not tonight, so I tell them about the time Veronica and I were at a hotel meet and greet and I didn’t respond to almost 5 minutes of her oral ministrations.  Hey, it happens.  We all completely understand, and we depart after expressing a desire to see them again.  Which is true, we really do want to see them again.  They are a great couple and we’d like to get to know them better, intimately and otherwise.  Perhaps next time we’ll suggest starting with a separate-room swap.

One casualty of the night?  Veronica got rug burn on her ass!!!!  No, I’m not kidding, her lovely derriere got chaffed when I was fucking her, so much so that it was red and tender when we got home.  She forced me to rub some lotion on her tender flesh *wink wink*

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Before someone points it out, I realize that I did not mention condoms at all in the telling of this story.  Condoms are a non-negotiable must whenever either of us is with someone else, but sometimes adding that detail takes away from the story, so even if I don’t mention it, we always practice safe sex.

And yes, I’m still planning on writing about our adventures with Southern Vixen. Perhaps a story to go with a photo for HNT this week…  Any inspiration, Southern Vixen?  Perhaps we could write something together…

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