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Mrs FL has a signed action photo of Patrick Stewart in the role of Jean-Luc Picard and has advised me if Stewart/Picard ever comes to the house to pick her up on a date, not to bother waiting up..

So I had a interesting chat with my daughter last night. She's been having trouble dealing with this narcissistic female friend of her boyfriend's, whom she has tried to befriend herself, but who insists on doing everything in her power to drive the poor girl insane. For the record, my daughter is vanilla, and has a bit of a problem with jealousy, so it's really hard for me to not advise her to just let the boy fuck her, get bored with her mud-puddle-deep personality, and brush her off. Get it out of his system, you know? Life is too short for this kind of stressful bullshit. Anyway, long story short, I'm trying to help her deal with this self-focused, poisonous little biatch, and went on to relate a story about my friend. "I could tell you this story," I said, "but...it's...really...like...TMI. So much TMI. Like you won't be able to look at (my friend) ever the same again." "You don't even talk to her anymore, Mom." "I know, but it's really....REAL." "It's okay, Mom," she assured me, "I've seen your and Dad's search history." -- Silence -- I gave her a questioning look, to elaborate. Because I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to flop that one out there on the table. Nope. She wants the truth, she can damn well ask for it. "Swinging?" she said, "AFF?" I laughed, actually not missing a beat. "Yeah. Well. There you go." "So did you and, uh...(friend) ever, uh..." "Oh GOD no." I exclaimed. "No no no no no. There are some rules..." "Oh so there ARE some rules then?..." "Oh yes, there are rules." I said, "One of them is that you don't fuck your close friends." I proceeded to tell her about the nightmare threesome experience my friend and her husband had with a vampiric, soul-sucking bitch who got off on shattering marriages. The point was to outline how destructive narcissists can be, and how relentlessly devious and cunning they are. So after regaling her with that gem, she sat back digesting it, and then said, "So can I ask you a question?" "Sure!" I said. I'm thinking 'This is FANTASTIC!' "I mean, only if you want to! Your business is your business, if you're uncomfortable with it..." "No, I don't mind at all. This is fun, actually!" "Okay." she said. "So, how do you guys do it? Like, how does it work?" She meant, as in, how do we have such a great relationship while fucking other people? "It works really, really well, actually." "Oh." She seemed surprised and hopefully more at ease because of my frankness and comfort with talking openly about it. "It obviously doesn't work for everyone," I said, "But for us, it's been great. You have to be able to trust one another enough to do it. And it's more about wanting to be able to give one another more out of life." That part isn't verbatim, but something to that effect. She wondered aloud whether it might be something that her boyfriend needed. I didn't agree. I switched gears a little, and explained that this is why it's been hard to advise her before, regarding her jealous streak; my first inclination would be to tell him to go do what he's gotta do. Shrug my shoulders and let the little vampire do her worst, because in the end, she still can't touch what really matters between us. My daughter said she didn't think she could do that. I said, then, that she should not. I just know that, for her Dad and I it has more or less bomb-proofed our relationship. "Some other woman can be sitting on your Dad's knee, feeding him grapes, and it wouldn't bother me in the least." She was amused at the idea of it. "I don't give a damn, she can do whatever she wants, but if she's going to be disrespectful of me, that has nothing to do with me. I leave that up to your Dad to deal with." "Like that woman at the restaurant that time?" she asked. I had apparently been too flirty with a woman's husband after imbibing too much wine (100% unintentional), and she decided to get back at me by sitting beside my husband while I was in the ladies room, putting her hand on his leg and giving him the come-fuck-me eyes. When I returned, and saw that my spot had been taken, he looked her dead in the eye and said to me, "Here, Hon, you take my spot." Yeah. My man. She got shut DOWN. Hard. "Yeah, just like that." I said, "I just laugh about it. She can try to weasel in if she wants, and I'm just like, 'Hold on! I'll get the camera!'" She thought it was funny, and I think she was even more pleased at my willingness to talk about it. It has been a big fat-ass elephant in the room for too long. They knew. Of course they knew. But neither half of the parent-child equation knew how much the other wanted to know or reveal. I'm so glad she had the balls to bring it up. She has frequently complimented her Dad and I on our relationship in the past, and I'm sure this was a mystery to her, as she explained she suspected it for a very long time now, since they were kids. Believe me, were NOT indiscreet, we just have exceptionally observant offspring. She explained she had seen me browsing the Swingersboard, and had thought I was looking up swingsets. But she noticed some of the stuff on it was about sex. She had asked why I was on that site, and I told her because I enjoyed discussing the topic with other people. It was fascinating. She wanted to know what it was, and not wanting to lie, I believe I gave her the 10-year-old's version of the truth, which was something along the lines of 'married people who don't believe in monogamous relationships.' I DID lie when she asked if her Dad and I did that, and I told her no. I enjoyed the conversation. We never discussed it again until last night. "So are those your friends from Ottawa?" she asked. "Yes." I said, "We really like them. They're really very nice people." "Huh. That's cool." she said, "Yeah we kinda wondered about that. You know, you guys just randomly going to Ottawa to visit friends or go to a party." Because she knows that's not really 'us'. We've been social hermits for-frigging-ever. "So does your brother know, too--" "--Yeah." she said, "Oh yeah, he knows." Smart little farts. I have to say, I am actually super stoked about this. I have hated having to hide anything about ourselves from our kids. We don't get into the hairy details of what we do in the bedroom - and I have no intention of starting now - but I don't want to pretend like we don't have a sex life. And I don't want to pretend that this is not a part of who and what we are. Because it is, and it's something we both love. It's not dirty. It's not deviant. It's not harmful to our relationship, to anyone else's, or to society. It has been a very positive experience and a deeply beneficial relationship philosophy. I'm hoping we can now be more open with our kids, without having to come up with stupid cover stories that - deep down - we knew they didn't believe anyway.

My fantasy fulfilled!! Basically I have always had the fantasy of my wife and I taking another smoking hot black woman out to high end restaurant and then back to the hotel room for some after hours fun!! We finally realized my fantasy last night and this morning. J our special friend is a light medium complexion, incredibly charismatic lady. She is either that odd ethnic mix of either Brazil or DR. She stands approximately 5'6" maybe 5'9" in heels. She has those penetrating dark brown eyes that penetrate your external self and reach down to your core. J wore medium length naturally straight hair and arrived wearing tight jeans, very shear blouse and fuck me heels. Her thick build which accentuated her sexy, friendly, personality My wife Kiko is dark skin, curvalisious beauty. She had hombre blonde bleached hair, which contrasted sharply with her distinguished African facial features. She was wearing light jumpsuit and heels. Both have incredibly soft skin. We met at a hotel that had a rather high end restaurant within walking distance here in Chicago. Kiko and I checked into the hotel room. We brought a few toys, champagne, and extra water. Are we the only ones that need a lot of water during a sexy romp? I guess that's a topic for another thread. J soon arrived at the room. She was stunning. She was stunning in that 'I can't remember how to talk and could just make noises that are close to english' kind of way. We put the Champagne on ice and headed out to dinner. We had a fantastic steak dinner. Laughing and joking, drinking a rather particular California cabernet I am fond of. We even received a free desert from the restaurant. We have a very intense three way chemistry which is very difficult to run across. Conversation was mostly vanilla at the restaurant, and covered a wide range of subjects. Full of steak we went back to the hotel room, where both the bubbly and conversation kept flowing. In the privacy of the hotel room we could relate more of our risque exploits. This progressed to me kissing the necks of both the ladies. Well the clothes just kinda popped off. Except for brief pause as I tried to remember how my fingers worked trying to get a bra off. Soon we were naked in bed, for round one. Started with a lot of caressing and kissing. I was so hard and horny I was afraid I would finish just rubbing my erection against the girls bodies. The girls broke the toys out while I entered J from behind in a spoon position. With J between us we were able to produce shuddering orgasms from her. It finished with my wife and myself in missionary, with J kissing us both. We laid there talking and cuddling and giggling until J had me ready for round two. J straddled my face while my wife used her mouth on my throbbing member. From there we progressed to myself entering J in missionary. She has a special way of staring at you while fucking that just drove me wild with lust and desire. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and returned to J licking my wife's clit. Now I knew from our previous sessions with J that my wife loved it when she did this!! I just got in close and caressed everybody until my wife made those sounds of satisfaction. J had to leave and get back to a new puppy. We promised to meet again sooner. My wife and I slept and fucked for a few more hours. By the time we went home we were starving!! I guess we had worked off dinner! Happy Easter Everybody!!

Yup. What the kids care about is neither who you are dating nor who you are fucking. What the kids care about is the relationship that the parents have with other and, ultimately, why the parental relationship works. They know all about divorce, and loss, and what it's like for those other kids. They look at mom and dad and gauge how things are going. Mom and Dad are, for better or worse, their relationship role models. And yes, that matters. Whether the LS is for them at a particular point on their lives turns out to be immaterial. What matters to them is the security they see in a well-adjusted, loving relationship. Those who have been in the LS for a while can judge the veracity of this next statement: After an LS date, we are typically much happier, affectionate, and playful with each other. The reason is likely that every LS date seems to make us value each other more. What matters to the kids is not that you go out on a date. What matters to the kids is how you behave with each other the next day. Kids pay attention to such things. At least our daughter did/does. We're pretty sure that we are like every other married couple on this board--we occasionally grate on each other. It's pretty refreshing when adult daughter notices and offers in response, "So when are you two going out with your 'special friends' again?"

You're getting me all hot and bothered.

I wear them sometimes. I like thigh highs with a garter belt. You can wear underwear on top. They are convenient in the ladies room and for having sex. They look and feel sexy. They cover varicose veins. Some people really like the look and it gets them turned on. I really like the way they feel.

It's been years since I saw the article. By study, I meant a scientific one, not an online poll or something sponsored by a manufacturer. Those do not carry weight with me.

One other perspective I will add to this discussion. Women have four options for what to wear on their legs. 1. They can wear pants or jeans which generally speaking are not as sexy or hot as visible legs. 2. They can wear pantyhose which while great for vanilla type activities where the clothes aren't going to come off, in a swinging environment where there is a good chance of getting naked, pantyhose just provides an obstacle to the fun. Also, it is another piece of clothing to try to keep up with and locate in the dark after the fun is over. Also the pantyhose, if they are control top type can help to hold the tummy in if that is an issue. 3. They can go with bare legs and while some ladies have very attractive legs, for many women who might be self-conscious of their legs due to lack of a tan or what have you this is not the best option. 4. Finally they can wear stockings. They have the good appearance of the "tanned legs" plus there is no obstacles to get in the way of the "play." Sure can't speak for all women, but I am pretty sure that most women will keep the stockings on. Again, less clothing items to keep up with. As a man I am certainly no expert on the clothing habits of women, but based upon observations and my experience of 26 years of marriage I believe this might be a fairly accurate assessment of the choice of stockings.

We never had much luck and have honestly just gone back to meeting people in person. We have a difficult time skyping each other when I am out of town. Normally it's just kik or text then meet in person. It may be interesting with some kind of virtual reality. I think there is nothing that really beats an in person experience. I do a lot of business meetings via skype and you still need to meet in person just to touch base.

My first time was with a 45 year old black neighbor. Hubby wanted me to do him bareback. He was at our house, my bed room. I was so scared. I remember I felt so cold when he took my clothes off even though the house was warm. I remember I was shaking. I felt weak. My mouth went dry. My nipples were so hard they hurt. He felt my privates. I didn't like it he was too eager and his nails were too long. I looked over at my husband. He was smiling. When the guy took off his clothes I was expecting a huge hung cock but it was normal. The same size as my husband's but he did have the prettiest huge balls. His scrotum was so smooth and shiny. I remember I was so nervous and cold that when he hugged me his body was so warm and soft. He was hairless. My hubby is hairy. His body felt so hot against mine that I reached out and hugged him tight against me. He felt so good and he smelled so good too. His cologne was a little too strong but I didn't care. He tried to kiss me but I didn't want to. I let him give me a peck on the cheek. He turned me and set me on the bed. I was cold again. I couldn't grasp the fact I was naked in front of a man, a black man and he is going to have sex with me. I didn't know how to act. I didn't know what to do. Then my husband said lay on the bed honey. I got on the bed and pulled a pillow under my head. So cold. My legs were closed. He was looking at my breasts. I hoped he liked them. Then he looked at my closed legs and he pulled them apart. I was hesitant to let him at first but I gave in and let him look and I was embarrassed. This man was going to see my ass hole. I was worried I might smell bad down there even though I had taken a bath and had scrubbed my privates soapy hard. He slid his body between my legs and slid his thighs along my sides and there I actually jerked with surprise when I felt his cock suddenly press against my privates. Then he laid on me and oh his warm body felt so good. I put my arms around him and held him close. I felt his cock poking around down there for my vagina opening. I just kept looking in his dark brown eyes. I was thinking oh God this is going to happen. It's real. This is real. His cock finally found my opening and he was pushing in. I closed my eyes and thought no turning back now and I hoped I was wet enough. Oh please I thought don't let it hurt. Two kids had come out of there but still --. His cock slid in as smooth as silk. I felt his pubic bone press against my pubic bone and I felt a nice tingle from my clit. The head of his cock was laying gently against my cervix. He was a perfect fit and his body so warm. His breath smelt like mint. Sh-t, how did mine smell oh God. I panicked. Called to my husband. He came to the of side of bed. I held, now my lover, head down by my neck so he couldn't see me pointing to my mouth for some breath fresher like Certs. Hubby laughed and got me some mints. Chewed them as my new lover sucked and squeezed my cold breasts. Felt so good. He was warming them up. I was becoming warm. I wasn't shaking any more. I was liking the feeling of his warm very hard cock in me rubbing my vagina walls. He was beginning to feel like my husband in me. He was kind. He even stopped stroking and asked if I was ok. Was he hurting me. I said no. He smiled and began slowly stroking again. He would gently bump my cervix at times. I became very comfortable with him. I looked at my hubby and there he was with his pants down wrinkled on the floor around his ankles and stroking his cock. He looked so boyish. I chuckled. That drained all my fear away. I was thinking I like this. I started feeling this man that had invaded my body. He had a hard round ass. Firm muscles. His kinky hair felt so cool. I liked the feel of it. Then he laid his chest on my breasts mashing them so nicely. Felt good. He laid his head beside me where we were cheek to cheek. He had very smooth face. He felt nice. He whispered you are so nice. He said you are such a nice woman. You keep your yard so pretty. I hope this isn't awkward for you. I had to smile. I was so relaxed at that point and was building to what I was sure to be a great orgasm and it was. I laid my legs on his shoulders and raised my ass off the bed and pulled him as close to me as I could. I was cumming again and I wanted him deep inside me. Wow he was sending me past the moon. I even kissed him. A whole lot. He was a great kisser. Feeling his huge balls slapping my ass was thrilling. I wasn't cold any more. I began to sweat. Couldn't get enough of him but I wanted him to cum in me, don't know why I just wanted to feel it. I was squeezing his cock tight as I could with my vagina to bring him to orgasm and finally we came at the same time. Love cumming at the same time. We made love for two hours. I was completely satisfied. My whole body felt refreshed and calm but tired. I knew I smelled like a locker room. He was sweaty too. I got off the bed. He was laying on his back on the other side of the bed. I got him up and we took a bath. So much fun washing him. Washed him bare handed especially his cock. It felt so good. It was clean now so I sucked it till it was real hard again and I put my hands on the wall stuck my ass up to him and he entered me from behind. Wow felt so good. So deep. We came one more time together. After the shower, I was hungry so I had two fine gentlemen take me to dinner. I felt so female, so special. I felt like royalty. That is how I felt my first time shared.