I fully intended to post this entry back at the end of March as opposed to two months later. As such, the events all took place before my last blog entry...
It has been a while since my last entry. I apologize for
that. Life has been quite crazy. Mr. X and I just bought a new house and have
been busy moving, unfortunately too busy to engage in very many swinger
activities…sad, I know. We plan to rectify that soon before my pregnancy
progresses too much and prevents our swinging participation for a while. My X
and I just finishes a fun round of play time in the lotus position (my favorite
with him), and I’m ready to get back to writing. He has been teasing me about
my terrible naming system in this blog so far, and I agree with him, but I
couldn’t think of a better way to do it at the time. I suppose I will try some
nicknames for people for a little while. Tonight I will recap our encounters
since my last entry toward the beginning of February.
Other than our one February full swap night, somehow we
spent the rest of the month only going out with couples who designate
themselves as soft swap. For anyone not familiar with this terminology, it basically
means that play with the other couple ends at oral. There is no penetrative sex
with the other couple or couples. We did not intend to spend the majority of
the month going out with couples who are only soft swap, and only one was
intentional. One couple, I’ll refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Accent, thought
they met us as a meet and greet in January at which we were supposed to be in
attendance but had to miss due to a canceled babysitter. They wanted to meet us
for dinner anyway, which was fine since Mr. X found Mrs. Accent’s pictures very
attractive. Mr. X apparently did not read their profile carefully enough
beforehand, or he would have noticed their preferences before we went out. It
is unlikely that he would have made plans with them if he had known they
weren’t full swap. I completely understand why some couples draw the line and
don’t cross into penetrative sex with other people…in some ways it can be more
intimate and possibly threatening to the couple’s relationship, but on the other hand, I think it can be the
opposite way as well. I think the act of going down on someone, of working to
please someone else in that way can very often be far more intimate and require
more trust than mindless fucking.
Dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Accent was nice enough.
Conversation was easy and flowing but an interesting challenge to decipher.
Mrs. Accent is from Germany, and Mr. Accent is from Puerto Rico, and in an
already loud restaurant, I had do the best I could to navigating through our
discussions. One thing that really struck me about this couple was that though
they’ve been together for a while, they have been married for less than a year
and are already in the lifestyle. I know I would not have been comfortable
doing anything like this so early in our marriage. After dinner, they invited
us back to their place which was definitely set up to entertain. They wanted to
listen to music and play pool and air hockey, which we did. There were no moves
made on anyone’s part at all. At one point when Mrs. Accent left the room, Mr.
Accent mentioned to Mr. X that Mrs. Accent needs to be wooed in order to do
anything, and apparently Mr. X wasn’t doing that, though neither was Mr. Accent
toward me. Eventually midnight came, and we’d been with them for four hours and
were no closer to anything happening. I was getting sleepy, and we hadn’t been
terribly interested in the idea of a soft swap with them in the first place, so
we ended up parting ways with a hug. They were very nice, funny, and
attractive, but they weren’t for us.
Our next meeting with a soft swap couple that month went
better. I will call them Mr. and Mrs. Boat, as they have expressed that they
are avid boat lovers and want to take us out on the water sometime. I get
extremely motion sick on boats, so I hope whenever we go out with them that I
am able to handle it. Taking a cruise a couple of years ago with Mr. X and some
vanilla friends just about killed me. Anyway, we met Mr. and Mrs. Boat at a
local diner for lunch one day. They had sent us a very well-worded email, so we
were happy to meet up with them. Conversation flowed freely, and it was a nice
afternoon. We parted ways with the plan to see each other again. Since then, we
have exchanged quite a bit of texting, and they seem eager to see us again
despite my pregnancy and growing belly. They have several children, and
apparently pregnancy is not a turn off for Mr. Boat. They have been in the
lifestyle for a little while, but thus far only Mrs. Boat has done full swap
and Mr. Boat soft swap. However, recently he had a conversation with me where
he said Mrs. Boat, for the time being, would like to be just soft swap but will
allow Mr. Boat to full swap with me if Mr. X is ok with that. I guess in the
past jealousy was an issue for Mrs. Boat, so Mr. Boat was not permitted full
swap. His text messages to me have become progressively more detailed and
erotic, outlining step by step exactly what he would like to do with me. We
will see what happens.
At the beginning of March, we attended what I think of as a
birthday extravaganza. Both Mr. and Mrs. B have birthdays in March, and one of
their close friends does as well. They decided to celebrate the three birthdays
together with a night of debauchery with lifestyle friends that included dinner
at a burlesque restaurant, entertainment at a high-end strip club, and then a
sexy and naked after party back at a hotel. It was quite a night. To me it was
worth every penny. I certainly couldn’t wait to see (and fuck) Mr. B again. It
seemed like forever between New Year’s and the birthday celebration.
The burlesque restaurant had a very ambient atmosphere. On
the level above the bar was a giant glassed in stage where dancers performed a
variety of routines. It set quite a sexy scene, what we saw of it. Our table was
across the room, and our view was a bit obstructed. I didn’t mind, though. I
had Mr. X on one side of me, Mrs. B on the other, and Mr. B across from me to
stare at as much as I wanted. One of the other couples there we had met before
at the happy hour we attended in November (for lack of a better name, right now
I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Happy Hour), and they had recently played with Mr.
and Mrs. B. The wife seemed more than happy to have her hands all over Mr. B
throughout the evening. Mr. X told me later that I was glaring at her all
night, and I hadn’t realized I was. She and her husband seem very nice, and I
wouldn’t mind getting to know them better. Dinner was not super impressive, but
again I didn’t care. Eventually we moved on to the strip club.
At the club, I was fascinated to see that the stripper poles
went up two stories high, and the girls occasionally climbed all the way up and
performed for people in the balcony. Granted I haven’t frequented many strip
clubs in my life, but the place and the girls were quite impressive. Since I am
currently taking pole dancing classes, I was definitely transfixed watching the
girls move effortlessly doing things I can only dream of doing someday (though
I will definitely not try the stripping for money thing). I had some nice
conversations at the club. P was there, the very sweet gentleman I only kissed
at the Halloween party and have since made an effort to say hi to whenever I’ve
see him. The organizers for the big parties we have attended were there as
well, and we had our first conversation with them that extended beyond “hi,
nice to meet you”.
When we left the strip club, I was eager to get back to the
hotel and get my hands on Mr. B. I’d kissed him a few times throughout the
night, but I was dying for more. Mrs. B made me laugh on the walk to the hotel.
She took her shoes off and walked barefoot on the sidewalks in the city. At one
point she decided to show us all she was going commando for the night and
mooned us in the street.
Once we arrived at the hotel suite, Mrs. B changed into some
lingerie to set the mood. Mrs. Happy Hour was soon in Mr. B’s lap, straddling
him. They had sex on the couch while Mr. Happy Hour went down on Mrs. B as she
reclined in a chair. That left Mr. X and me on our own for a time, so I went
down on Mr. X for a while. After Mr. B and Mrs. Happy Hour finished, Mr. and
Mrs. Happy Hour got together on the couch. I’m not sure exactly what happened
with them then, but I know toys were involved. She really wanted to cum, and I
believe she was not let unsatisfied. Mr. B came over to me, and I got up to
meet him. We stood there kissing for a little while. I believe my dress was
draped around my waist by this point. I was nearly frenzied with desire. At his
first whispered suggestion of being inside me, I think my response was
something like “Oh God, yes”. I led him into the bedroom of the suite so we
would have more (and softer) room. The couch and chairs in the other room were
all occupied. My dress came the rest of the way off, and soon Mr. B was on top
of me, me on my knees and him taking me from behind. He pounded away, and I
reveled in the feeling. I love when a man is in control and having his way with
me. The submissive in me craves it. Eventually I heard Mr. B’s wonderful noises
of pleasure which increased mine exponentially. I had been dying to hear those
sounds again since Halloween when he fucked me on the floor of one of the
playrooms and gave us both some nice bruises. When he finished, I was thrilled
to have made him feel good. Even though I didn’t cum, I didn’t have to. I felt
exquisite and exhausted, unable to move. Several of Mr. and Mrs. B’s friends
walked in then and called hello to me while I still laid there naked on the bed.
What a fantastic evening!
