Leaderboard

WAIT! You mean … we’re not? 😉

Our therapist is a reporter or detective gathering facts to get to a conclusion. Life is a mystery and similar to most mysteries there are the “W” questions. The Why is the answer that is hardest to get to. The Who has changed as our lives changed. Our sexual lives evolve dependent on the people in our lives. My first was a friends brother, followed by boyfriends leading to Michael. Our first extramarital sex was with someone we met at a club. The Where also changes starting in my friends house, to my parents house, college, hotels, clubs, and parties. Thinking now there are other places too. The When was when the opportunity showed. We made the when’s happen or when others invited us. What. The what’s have changed too. One on one, parties, third persons. Why is the big question. Why my first sexual encounter was relived. I wanted to fit in with others who were losing their virginity. She pressed what I was thinking at the time. Scared of course and excited to see my first nude guy. I think part of my sexual history was the excitement of being and seeing people nude, my attention always was a man’s penis. First time at a club I watched others not participate with them. She implied that my acts I now do goes back to my early experiences.

Our poly family life has been mundane for a while. Fulfilling and satisfying for certain, but nothing wild going on. Well, two weeks ago I took a step in an interesting direction. I was at a conference and caught up with a guy, Joe, who I had met in the past and found interesting and attractive. We ended up having dinner together, taking a lot of pleasure in one another’s company. At one point I had my hand on the table and he placed his hand on top. I turned my hand over so we could clasp. He is married, having spoken of his wife previously and knew that I was married as well, but not about my whole poly situation. There came a point where I seized the situation and told him very directly that I would sleep with him, but his wife would have to be there. Later, I corrected myself and said that although I preferred it, she didn’t have to be there but would need to know and approve to me directly. Joe didn’t reply except to ask if my husband needed to approve. I said no, that you’re the one wearing the wedding ring, not me, I only need to tell my husband. We had already been talking about sexual topics, so Joe asked if my husband allowed me to play around. I said that I don't do that, and reminded him that his wife had fucked three to four times more guys before they married than I had my entire life, so who's the slut here? (Who doesn't know exactly how many sex partners their spouse has had and talked about it?) In discussing women in general, and his wife in particular, I also told him that I had a Lesbian side. He didn't respond. As we went back to our rooms, I joined him on the elevator and had him get off on my floor and walk me to my room. I opened the door but stood there blocking any entrance. He was standing back and I pulled aside my jacket, unbuttoned my blouse several buttons and exposed my left breast. He cupped it in his hand and we kissed deeply for several minutes before I disengaged and told him that when he gets home to lovingly fuck his wife and have crazy sex while thinking of me. I said good night, and he left. When away from home, I often masturbate at night before sleeping, but this was particularly intense, fingers inside for one orgasm and then the handheld shower pulsing on my clit for the second. The day after I got back, Joe called me and politely went between how delightful a time he had at dinner and hoping he hadn’t done anything untoward. I said that I felt the same. I stressed that regardless of the way things go between us that I wanted to meet his wife, and not to worry - I wasn’t going to say anything about what we had done or might do without his prior approval. I pretty much ordered him to bring her next time we could arrange our paths to cross. He could also call or text me on my cell at home, no problem worrying about my husband. Also the day after I got home, after the kids were tucked in, I got hubby, Red, Clair, and Lora together and told what I had done. Their reaction was what I had expected, but more so. First, they were surprised that despite being so attracted that I didn’t fuck him, but also they did believe me that I hadn’t. Second, unlike our usual splitting up for the night as our moods dictate, we all went into one bedroom. It was intense with me in the middle of it all. The next morning the reality set in for us that what I had done was, as David called it “schoolgirl making out,” and there would likely be nothing more coming from it. I kept this post short, but feel free with any questions or comments.

I can sense fear in her... in her old self coming back. Did she mention being part of an evangelical church? It is a great inhibitor.

Joe has no chance with me without Shannon's permission. My hope was that he would have brought up the idea with her and that's why I insisted she be there this time. From what he had told me last time about the imbalance between their sexual partner numbers, and what she told me directly this time about her wild days, my expectations were up. If they weren't married, just a couple, or partners, SOs, even fiancés, I would have fucked him last time. It was frustrating, but fun, and the sex when I got home was good; everyone was charged up.

You enjoy cock. What’s wrong with a woman who wants cock, I love pussy and I don’t need a shrink to tell me that.

We don’t search for Unicorns because we have found more than a few young ladies who have joined us for fun. We don’t label them as Unicorns, we call them friends.

Shannon did show up with Joe. This is a summary of the sexual highlights of the time we spent together since that’s the interest of those on the Swingersboard. There’s plenty of other topics we talked about, but those are more suited for travel, skiing, sailing, culinary, entertainment discussion boards, so I am leaving all of that out as well as the conference topics. Apologies in advance because I wrote this on the plane home, and decided to post it now instead of editing over the weekend. Saturday The hotel is a resort destination in itself, having a fitness center, heated pools, hot tubs, sauna, tennis, golf. Shannon didn’t bring a bathing suit, so we went shopping together. She found one she liked, I had her hand it to me, and while she wandered around the store, I paid for it. She was surprised and grateful; I was making a seductive move. When we were later all in the hotel pool, Shannon said that she had to use the lady’s room and I went with her. As we approached the stalls to go in, I pulled down a shoulder strap on my one-piece bathing suit to expose a breast as I had done for her husband last time. She didn’t avert her eyes, just continued talking. It was a thrill for me. (The reason I usually wear a one-piece bathing suit is because my hip bones will often hold the bottom of a two-piece away from my abdomen and under certain circumstances someone can look down at my pubes. Same problem with most tops, my small tits make it easy to look down at my nipples.) Joe drinks a little, and Shannon drinks a little more. I don’t drink but have learned to sip a little and sometimes make it disappear in other ways. After a while Shannon and I went off alone and spoke of many things. As we talked more and as Shannon got slightly inebriated, more relaxed, I asked about Joe, how they met, how long they had been together. Shannon told me about themselves, which was consistent with what Joe had told me. The topic turned to sex more generally and she said that she was both lucky and unlucky to have married Joe – he is a great husband, good provider, and she looked forward to having children with him. But she missed her wild earlier days starting in high school and continuing up until Joe and a little thereafter. In all, she said that she had numerous boyfriends and encounters, thirty-some different guys. (This is about twice the number of guys that Joe said she told him.) She also said that she had a few threesomes - “both kinds.” She said that she had sometimes slept with a man “just to get him out of my system.” She also told me she did the “girl-girl” thing. Not that she seeks it out but if another girl wanted it or if a guy wanted to watch, it was fun. She laughed and said she had licked way more pussy than Joe. I said cunnilingus is a woman’s art. Shannon said that her best times were after she moved out of an apartment that she shared with her boyfriend at the time and into a house with some other girls. They had a group of friends some of whom would visit, have sex, spend the night. Shannon said she liked to pick and choose among the guys. Sunday After brunch, we got back to the hotel. Shannon went to my room where she had left her bathing suit, while Joe went to their room. Following my lead, she got naked. Shannon is attractive, fit, cute blonde with youth on her side, like 27. The only odd thing is her breasts, they are not large, but slender cylinders and hang down without touching. Her nipples at the end that are as wide as the rest of her breasts. It isn’t noticeable when she’s wearing some support. She saw me looking, said, “I got strange tits,” and asked if I would like “to touch.” I didn’t hesitate and said, “Yes.” I cupped her one nipple at the end with my right hand and put my left hand nearly around her other breast, gently lifting and squeezing. After a minute, she retreated. I then said, “I have a strange cunt.” Shannon said no, that it’s like a flower. I guess you could maybe find a flower like that. To reciprocate, I asked if she wanted to explore. She didn’t say anything, but sort of clinically played with my tits, my abs, and my protruding hip bones. She reached around and grabbed my ass. I tightened my glutes, and she kept feeling and squeezing. I opened my thigh gap more to unfold my labia and expose my clit, and moved her hand down a little, but she didn’t take me up on my silent offer. Sunday evening after the opening conference session, Shannon called me while I was in my room. She asked about a cream that we had talked about and me having a tube of it with me that she could have. She asked if it would be ok if she sent Joe down to get it. “OK, sure.” I had only a robe on when he knocked. I opened the door then opened the robe. He moved his hands over me, we kissed deeply with his one hand on my tits and one in my pussy. After those two minutes (the only time we were alone that weekend) I handed him the cream, told him to leave and fuck Shannon for me. I was left wondering whether Shannon was very trusting of me, naïve, or was playing an interesting game. Monday In the late afternoon, Shannon had a few drinks while I had rum and Coke with no rum. That’s why I always went to get the drinks. She said that Joe has been talking about me a lot, and she thinks that he’s infatuated with me. I apologized if I had done anything wrong, but Shannon said no, it’s ok, it’s livened things up for them and that she has talked about me to him “positively” (implying sexually) as well. She said that Joe hasn’t had nowhere near the same extent of sexual experiences that she has had (just a few long-term girlfriends), and she thinks it is a good way of dealing with it. Shannon gets around to asking about my husband and family. I tell her part of the truth about David and the two children, the ones I bore, and leave out the rest. After what Shannon told me about her past, it was easy for me to tell her what I had told Joe – that I have only had sex with five men in my life, one being my husband. I told her I am sort of like your husband in the numbers game, but added that my husbands and boyfriends had lots of experience before we met so I’ve done just about everything. In my case, I said two men were before I married David but two were after - with hubby’s encouragement and approval. She was astounded. I didn’t disclose anything further. Shannon gently inquired further about the arrangement that I had with hubby. I didn’t dance around the topic and used the word “fuck,” telling her truthfully that I fucked two other guys before I got married and fucked two other men since then, which she could talk to my husband about it if she wanted. I left out the part that I am in a poly relationship, still regularly fucking two of those men in addition to my husband, and having Lesbian sex with two women. Later when the three of us were together, Shannon left the pool to get us more drinks while Joe and I were left at the side watching her walk away. “Nice ass,” I said. His hands were on the ledge and one of mine was too, but the other hand I slid down the front of his bathing suit as I watched Shannon walk toward the bar. He was full, but not hard. I asked him if he might cum. He said, “Maybe,” so I let go and said to save it and started feeling his balls. Individually. I have a testicle fetish and his pleased me. Tuesday Time was running short, so I skipped sessions in the late morning and early afternoon to spend more time with Shannon. She opened up again during lunch after a few drinks. Once again I tried to be seductive and see what the possibilities are by flattering her and Joe. How attractive and wonderful he is, and how attractive she is and lucky to get him. She repeated that finding good marriage material is a tradeoff with other things. She wished that they had some of the experiences that she had with previous men who weren’t marriage material. She wished he was a more experienced and adventurous lover. I took the opportunity and offered to be a safe answer to her wishes. You and Joe can do anything you want with me. Or have me do whatever you want. I would consider it an honor. “Wow, oh wow,” she said. Shannon was flattered but somewhat upset with my offer. While she wished that Joe could be more like her, me, and my husband; in that they had had fun while they were single “But we are married now. I have moved past that.” Quelle horreur! It was interesting when calling my family back home. David asked if I was having fun. Clair taunted me for trying and “getting neither dick nor pussy.” Lora said I should have just done it last trip when I was alone with Joe and could have been at it with him again now. Red said he loves me. Wednesday Joe, Shannon, and I met at the breakfast buffet (with an omelet chef, high class!) before the start of the final, morning session. I was a bit nervous about what Shannon’s demeanor would be (having told her the previous evening that I would be a sexual toy for them and wanted to fuck her husband), but she was extremely nice to me, sat next to me and briefly held my hand. Our flights were around the same time, so I offered them a ride to the airport since they had taken an Uber in while I had a rental car. At the airport as we parted, Shannon kissed me on the cheek while whispering in my ear that she wished she had met me sooner.