Since I've been gone

Has it been 7 months already? How time flies when you're having fun. Mr S and I are still swinging.................just about (I'll explain later).

Throughout my hiatus this blog has been a constant niggle in my mind. I'm not completely sure why I gave it up. I do know that I'm frightened of being 'exposed', being found out and being labelled a swinger in my community. But I have missed you so much and think I'm ready to return now.

I've so many tantalising stories to tell, I love to write, but just wish sometimes this blog was more mainstream, something I could shout about in the vanilla world. Come to think of it, I can't even share my creativity within the 'lifestyle', I don't think many people would be very impressed with being so frankly written about? Although Mr S is pretty cool with it x

But I can't keep away anymore, I need to share with you, I want to share with you, my most intimate of adventures again.

Now, where shall we begin? Where we left off perhaps and recount in order? Or shall I feed you the cream of the crop, indulge your sexual hunger immediately?

Weekend Date

Tomorrow night we're meeting a couple for a private date. We met them at a club a few weeks ago, but didn't get to play and they've been chasing us ever since! They are a down to earth, honest and open couple. She is tall, blonde and of an athletic build. He's dark, lean and very likeable. I'm looking forward to having some fun with them, and am really in the mood for some voyeurism, especially as I know Simon likes to watch too.

Lately I haven't really wanted to participate with anyone else. We visited a club last weekend and spent some time with another couple we'd met (talked with, but not played with) before. She flirted with me and had a little play, but I didn't really reciprocate. I felt inhibited, unsure and shy. I just wanted to be with Mr S, both physically and emotionally. I felt like we needed to reconnect. We've suffered quite a lot of family disturbance just lately, anyone with teenage children will probably understand where I'm coming from? And instead of pulling together, we've tended to clash and pull apart. But now I feel we're back on track and ready to bring other people into our recreational lives again.

Up until now I have been very wary of making friends with any of our sexual playmates. Throwing emotions into the mix, for me anyway, tends to muddy and complicate the waters. And so far I've tended to compartmentalise sex and emotions. I'm aware, that even in my vanilla life, I tend to keep people at arms length, letting them 'in', up to a point, which when reached, triggers my shutters, cutting them off abruptly. I do eventually reconnect with them, but as anticipated (and probably intended), the friendship is never quite the same. I know when I'm doing this, but am not inclined to prevent it. I think it may be a form of self preservation, doubting that anyone will continue to like me once they get to know the 'real', complete me? And by shutting them off, I keep a little bit back, no chance of rejection, unless by my own induction.

Anyway, I really like this couple and despite numerous push backs, they keep returning. Hopefully it will be a pleasant return into the lifestyle. So I'm going to proceed with caution, allow the friendship to bloom, but stay aware of the possible consequences.

So spare me a thought tomorrow night won't you and in turn I promise to update you asap ;o) xx

Where have you been?

I was sad, so I stayed away,
I doubted myself, and didn't want you to think me weak.
I had begun to wobble, ever so slightly,
And it was so very far to fall,
From the pedestal you'd put me on.

I was supposed to deliver the goods,
But they weren't forthcoming.
And what was happening to me,
Was too close to my heart, was private,
And was not to share.

Alas, as ever, so full of excuses,
The truth is, I was frightened to succeed,
So I sabotaged myself.
So much easier to cope with failure,
So comfortable with, "just not good enough".

Because after success, what then?
Where would we go, what would we do?
Still I fear it more than ever.
Never comfortable with basking,
The boredom would set in.

But I missed you, I really did. I really do.
And you didn't turn away, kept on coming back.
So may we try again, allow me to please once more?
Climb back up that pedestal, just halfway,
Then slow creeping baby steps to the top?

SnS xx

FetLife - kinky networking

I just thought I'd tell you about a great social networking site with a difference - FetLife.

What is FetLife? Here's what they say:

FetLife is a social utility, like Facebook and mySpace, but designed specifically for the BDSM & Fetish community. FetLife makes it easy for you to stay in contact and keep up-to-date with what has been happening in the lives of your kink friends.

We are 100% Pervert Certified. Everyone who works on FetLife has been rigorously tested and found to be big pervs… and we think that is a good thing.

It's quite a new site, December '07 I think, but numbers are growing fast and it's free to join.

Like the other Vanilla sites, you're free to personalise your profile, but here's where the similarities end. At FetLife you can be very explicit with your pictures, writings and links. So head over there now, express yourself and free your kinks!

Hotwife part 2

If this is your first visit, then you might like to read part one of this story first.

For those who've been waiting, "Apologies, finally it's here. I hope it's worth the wait xx"......


As we reach the top of the stairs, I turn to Mr S. and with a dirty grin on my face, push the door to Nigel's bedroom open. The room is dimly lit with a bedside lamp. Nigel is laying with his back to us but jumps up a little startled, as we reach the side of his bed.

"Hello!" I say, smiling warmly, "This is Mr S's idea, can we join you?"

With a slightly shocked look on his face, Nigel replies, "Sure!" And moves the quilt aside for us.

I lay down next to him, Mr S. remains standing, we are all naked.

"Hmmm, what do we do now then?" I inquire, feeling a little awkward.

"I think Nigel should start, don't you?" Mr S. replies, gently stroking my body and beckoning Nigel to join him.

Nigel doesn't need asking twice and begins to gently kiss and caress my body.

Sandwiched between the two of them, I can't help but marvel, "Wow, this is really weird!" I giggle, "But in a good way," I add, not wanting to stop the fun.

I take Mr S. into my mouth, as Nigel moves down my tummy, spreading light kisses over my skin. As he nears my pussy I raise my hips to greet him, not feeling in the mood for any teasing tonight. He reads my signals wonderfully, flicking and licking my lips, then delving his tongue as deeply as possible into my already soaking hole. I gasp with pleasure as the first orgasm quickly hits, this guy really knows how to use his tongue!

I feel like a vixen, I feel like a whore, who's adored, wanted and lusted after. I never thought I'd feel any of these in a mfm (male-female-male) scenario.

Mr S's cock tastes delicious and I sense his enjoyment, as he thrusts it deeper into my throat, causing me to gag a little, then withdraw. I moan loudly and grit my teeth as I release a gusher of an orgasm. I hear Nigel splutter a little, then gulp it down, as unperturbed he continues, making me flood his mouth time and again with my juices. I ride the waves of pleasure with complete abandon, allowing them to engulf me entirely, until I can hardly take anymore.

Sensing my need to rest, both men slow and ease their sexual onslaught on my body. I lay panting, still consumed by my own ecstasy, until slowly I begin to return from my euphoric ride.

Finally regaining a grip on reality, I ask greedily, "Right then, what's next?!"

"What do you want to do?" Mr S. asks me.

"Oh, I think you should decide. It's your idea, you're in charge. You decide.'"

And I really do mean it, I'd be happy to get up and leave now. But I'm not happy making any decisions during this potentially explosive situation.

Mr S. looks at me lustfully, then replies, "I think Nigel should fuck you while I watch."

"OK," I smile, rather pleased with his decision.

I reach up for Mr S. kissing him passionately, as we wait for Nigel to put his condom on. I feel Nigel enter me, then begin to fuck me hard and fast. I guess he worked out how I like it quite early on. I take my husbands rock hard cock into my mouth again, as I continue to enjoy the climaxes from another man.

Unlike Mr S., Nigel doesn't allow me to rest between orgasms. It's a dance we've perfected together over the years, but Nigel doesn't know the steps and I can hardly cope, with wave after wave of deep ecstasy.

Finally I manage to catch my breath, "Is this what they call being spit roasted?" I enquire.

"Kind of," Mr S. replies.

I guess I'm not in the correct position to be truly spit-roasted. As I'm lying on my back, with Mr S. sat to my right, his cock in my mouth.

Nick pushes my legs up and I drape them over his shoulders, allowing him to enter me more deeply. As the next orgasm reaches its crescendo, I straighten my legs up above his head. He responds by grasping them with both hands, then pushing his weight against them, while still thrashing away at my pussy. With one hand, Mr S. grabs both of my ankles and holds them back for Nigel.

Wow, this has to be one of the most erotic moments I've ever experienced. My husband holding my ankles, so that another man is free to fuck me harder and deeper than before.

I feel overwhelmed with the amount of orgasms that I'm experiencing, and am completely lost within the surreal surroundings. Yet strangely I begin to feel empowered and want to change positions, lying on my back is my most hated position! I break my legs free, grab Nigel by the shoulders and push him away from me. I then flip myself over onto all fours, grab Mr S. and push him provocatively off the bed, into a standing position.

I take him again into my mouth, as Nigel positions himself behind me. As he begins to enter me again, I'm engulfed by a sense of feeling powerful yet 'used' and very, very dirty. Especially as the realisation hits that I've just experienced a very major switch.

"Now that's what you call being spit-roasted!" Mr S. exclaims happily, as he peers down at me being fucked by our friend.

Both men continue to caress and please me, causing me to climax continuously without rest. My pussy and mouth being rammed hard and fast, my juices dripping sluttishly over their hard cocks.

Finally between orgasms I manage to gasp, "Enough! I can't take any more, I'm fucked!" Then proceed to untangle myself from my lovers and collapse back onto the bed exhausted.

"Wow, what a lovely surprise," Nigel exclaims, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Mmmm it was all Mr S's idea. He's completely blown me away," I reply, gazing with awe into my husband's eyes.

I sense that Mr S. is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and return to our room, still horny as hell and ready to fuck the night away together................

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OK, so maybe you won't see the significance of this development. I mean, I've had sex with other men in the presence of Mr S. (2 to be precise), but it's always been as a foursome. This time however, there was nothing in it for Mr S., other than the satisfaction of seeing me being turned on by another (he's not an avid voyeur like me).

Ironically, it wasn't the man between my legs that turned me on the most, it was the one within my heart. The one who shared me with another for my pleasure, for my own satisfaction. My sexy selfless husband, who instigated and choreographed the whole exciting adventure. I'm still blown away by it all now.

Through all our swinging experiences, this has to be one of the most unexpected so far. And it's all to do with Mr S. and I. I've finally 'got it', this swinging lifestyle is 'all about us', giving and receiving pleasure, doing things to please one another.

However, he has stated that it was a one off, never to be repeated again. Shame, but I wonder if he's familiar with the phrase 'never say never again'?......................................

Fleshbotted

Wow, thanks to Always Aroused Girl, I've been Fleshbotted and it feels fantastic!

So.....'A very wet and warm Hello,' to all those who've arrived from there. I hope you'll stick around and come back for some more of me soon xx

Now, I must get my act together and finish part 2 of the Hotwife post.........................

sns xx

Hotwife

The title says it all really. I have been blown away, my world tipped on it's head and spun around at 100 miles per hour, then dumped back down again.........


The party was pretty uneventful. I greeted Claire with sincere warmth, there were no feelings of jealousy, anger or resentment. I was truly pleased to see her.

We had some pleasant soft play with another couple (story to follow). Then when everyone had gone home, Mr S. and I decided to grab one of the bedrooms and sleep over. With our host Nigel, sleeping in the bedroom above.

Undressed and still horny as hell, we climb into bed and I immediately mount Mr S., taking him greedily up to the hilt. We begin our lovemaking passionately, me nibbling his lip, to let him know the mood I'm in. Him responding by grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back, just enough to tip me over the edge.

Once my breathing has calmed a little, he pulls me close into him, using my hair as a rudder, then whispers seductively, "Do you want two cocks?"

Now, if there's one thing that sends me spinning into a sexual frenzy, it's talking dirty. "Mmmm, yeah!" I respond, bucking a little harder against his hard cock.

"Would you like two cocks inside you, one in your pussy and one in your mouth, banging away? Two men giving it to you hard?"

"Oh yeah, that sounds sooooo good." I'm beginning to get 'lost' now, as my imagination runs riot with luscious visions of being used and abused under my husbands instruction.

"Why don't you go and fetch him then?"

For a moment, I'm confused, as I scramble to make sense out of his request, "Uh? Who?......................Nigel?!"

"Yeah, Nigel, do you want him inside you, fucking you?"

Wow! This isn't our usual dirty talk, it's normally him telling me how he's fucked another woman. But hey ho, you know me, I'll try most things once! So playing along I respond, "Mmmmm, yeah. I'd like to feel him deep inside me, fucking me while you watch."

"Go and get him then."

I'm unsure where this is leading, is he just talking dirty, or is this something he really wants? I decide to play it safe, "No! He'll be asleep now." And as if on cue, the floor above us creaks!

Encouraged by the movement upstairs, he fucks me faster, gripping my hair and pressing my face against his, "See, he's still awake, why don't you go and fetch him?"

OK, so I guess this is real. I've never wanted to do the single bloke thing before. Hell! I don't even really fancy men, other than Mr S. of course. And he's always been adamant that it would never happen. So aware of all these facts, but beginning to like the idea of being so slutty and naughty, I reply, "No, I can't. You have to gift him to me."

And at that very moment I feel an overwhelming sense of love from him, this man, who until now had been very insecure, has somehow become the most sexually self confident person I've ever met. The amount of love, understanding and complete trust it takes to be able to share your spouse with another is achievable only by a few and now my beautiful, devilish Mr S. has reached that point. "God you're blowing me away, you must love, and trust me so much. But you have to start it, if you want it to happen... God I love you so much."

Relentless in his request, he repeats again, "Go on, go and get him, so I can watch him fuck you."

"Don't tease me Mr S. you know you shouldn't say these things to me, 'cus you know I'll do them."

"Go on. Lets do it, let's do it......" he repeats over and over again, matching the rhythm of our fucking.

Now we're serious, I think this really might happen, "Are you serious? You really want to?" I hold my breath as I await his reply, hoping he hasn't changed his mind, praying that this isn't a trick, or some sort of test.

Finally he gives his answer, "Yeah. I do, if you do...................Do you want two cocks?"

OK, even if I didn't want it before, I really do now. We're both willing, we're both ready, so I give the only answer available to me, "Yes." I whisper, "I do."

With this, I jump off him, take his hand and lead him out of the bedroom and up the stairs towards Nigel's room................................

Hotwife part 2