Hazy Memories of Our First House Party

Beginning of March 2015

Last weekend we attended our first house party. The beginning of the night was a murder mystery with a 1920s theme. I played the role of a gangster, and Mr. X was a silent movie star. For my costume, I wore a black and white pinstripe suite with a black corset, red tie, a fedora, and really cute retro-looking black and white heels. Mr. and Mrs. SciFi hosted the event, and I put Mr. SciFi in charge of how good I would be that evening, meaning he was in charge of how much I would drink. Shortly after I arrived, he delivered my first shot to me.

The evening was fun. The murder mystery part of the evening involved both vanilla and lifestyle people, so everyone had to be relatively good. Some flirting went on, but it was pretty tame. Mr. SciFi wanted me to sneak away with him during the party for some quick fun, but there wasn’t really an opportunity to do so. Other couples in attendance were Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors and Mr. and Mrs. H. We were also introduced to mutual friends of all of them. I will call this couple Mr. and Mrs. Tiger. Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors have decided to take a break from swinging for the time being. They told us this about a week before the party. I love spending time with them, but it is strange being around Mr. Neighbors and not being able to kiss him. Mr. Neighbors did, however, give Mrs. Neighbors permission to kiss girls. I am not bi, but I feel like I get pulled a little closer to that side all the time. I’m sure it was a combination of the alcohol and the forbidden—I made out with Mrs. Neighbors quite a bit during the evening after the vanillas left. I even have pictures to prove it. One of the men got ahold of my camera while we were kissing. If you looked at all of the pictures on my camera that evening, you’d have sworn that Mrs. Neighbors was my date and not Mr. X. Mr. X seemed to get pretty friendly with Mrs. Tiger throughout the night—more on that later.

Shortly before the vanillas left, I was feeling good but not buzzing from the alcohol anymore. I told Mr. SciFi he wasn’t doing his job if he wanted to keep me drunk. He took that as a challenge and handed me three shots in a row. Mrs. Neighbors took shots right along with me and then continued to sip from the shaker cup. I did not realize the shots had everclear in them. Also, Mrs. Neighbors brought some champagne jello shots with strawberries in them. They were delicious. Once I removed my jacket at the party and had on only the corset top, my cleavage became a shelf, and one of the jello shots was tucked in. Mrs. Neighbors did a good job getting it out. The everclear quickly set in, and as the night wore on, my memories turned to only flashes. I have not blacked out like that in a long time. Therefore much of the rest of what I write about in this entry is not going to be a clear detailed story but mostly bits and pieces.

I remember talking with Mr. Neighbors a few times. I was still avoiding him a bit, since I’m not sure how to act around him right now when all I want to do is make out with him. We hugged a few times, and I remember several times where he had his arm around me and kept trying to reassure me that it wasn’t me…that they’re taking a break because of them, not because of anything I did wrong. I think I remember him saying he misses me too. I remember the arm around me turning into him caressing my back or having his hand down the back of pants. I just wanted to turn into him and kiss him, but I didn’t. Later when my memories became even hazier, I remember looking across the room to see Mr. Neighbors kissing Mrs. SciFi. Mrs. Neighbors came over to me and wanted to assure me that he wasn’t kissing her because he didn’t want to kiss me. I am not sure what happened right after that. The next thing I remember was somehow sitting next to Mr. Neighbors again, and he was leaning in to kiss me. I could tell by his face that he was drunk, but I was weak and wanted to kiss him very badly, so I let him. We kissed for a couple of minutes before I stopped him and said I knew that wasn’t what he wanted right now.

When the party turned from mingling, drinking, and flirting to nakedness and sex, Mr. X was yet again one of the first people with his clothes off. Mr. X hadn’t told me that he wanted to hook up with Mrs. Tiger, but I saw them naked on the couch together. Mr. SciFi and Mrs. H were on the other side of the couch. Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors were off together somewhere, and Mr. Tiger and Mrs. SciFi were nowhere to be seen. That left me with Mr. H, who I had not previously had sex with due to my pregnancy last year. I was feeling more and more drunk when he led me to a bedroom. I remember him saying this was long overdue, and I think he apologized for last time. I think I said I was sorry that I freaked him out and asked him if my lactating was a problem, since that is also baby-related. He said it was not. I don’t remember if there was any foreplay, but I do remember when he entered me. The next thing I remember is being sprawled on my back on the bed, Mrs. Tiger going down on me, Mr. SciFi’s cock in my mouth, and I think Mr. H fucking Mrs. Tiger (I could be wrong about the Mr. H part here). While all of that was going on, I vaguely remember seeing Mr. Neighbors standing in the doorway watching. I also remember seeing Mr. Tiger’s face above me at some point. I liked the little noises Mrs. Tiger made while she was pleasuring me. I think I always enjoy when people are vocal. I wasn’t able to cum, but I don’t know if that was because I was so drunk or if I still just can’t let myself fully relax with a woman enough to get to that point. When she stopped, she climbed on top of me, and we made out.

After that, I ended up in Mr. and Mrs. SciFi’s bed in their dark bedroom. I kind of crumpled on the bed, and the world was spinning. It was very difficult for me to not get sick. I have no idea how long I laid there, but it was long enough for everyone else to head home. Mr. and Mrs. SciFi and Mr. X joined me in the room. Mr. SciFi wanted to know if I would be ok to play, and I wasn’t sure. However, he climbed in the bed next to me and entered me from behind with both of us on our sides. I think so far this is my favorite position with him. It felt so good, and somehow I went from being super drunk and on the edge of unconsciousness or sickness to being full of desire. We fucked like that for a while, and Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi joined us on the bed. I remember the women spent a lot of time on top. I ended up on the bed between Mr. and Mrs. SciFi, and she brought out her magic wand vibrator. I said I’d never used one before. She used it on me while Mr. SciFi fingered me. The vibrations were so intense that I almost couldn’t stand it. My moans were so loud (at least in my head), that I’m surprised I didn’t wake up their kids. Mr. SciFi had me lay on my stomach and positioned himself above me. He straddled my legs, which were closed. He entered me that way, and we both moaned until he came. Again, he made some noises that I love that let me know he was climaxing and how much he enjoyed it. I look forward to seeing them again.

Mr. X and I learned an important lesson at this house party, perhaps more than one. We know that communication is super important when you’re in the lifestyle, but this party was a big reminder. Not only is communication important, but you shouldn’t just assume things are ok because you’ve had a more lax attitude lately or because you’ve been drinking. Mr. X and I hardly interacted at all that evening until the very end. We also figured out that we should have a rule about firsts, that they should be done together if it’s something both people are interested in. For instance, I found out after the party that Mr. X did double vaginal penetration with Mrs. SciFi and Mr. Tiger. I have not even had a full MFM threesome yet, and now Mr. X has in some capacity. Now he owes me. Time to invite Mr. B over!

A New Friend Discovers My G-spot

End of January 2015

Last night we met a couple who were highly recommended by Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors. I will call them Mr. and Mrs. SciFi. Mr. and Mrs. SciFi are throwing a murder mystery dinner party a month from now and invited us. We all thought it would be nice to meet before the day of the party, so they invited us to dinner at their house. Mr. and Mrs. SciFi were incredibly sweet and thoughtful and went out of their way to make us feel welcome when we arrived. They even brought me my favorite drink from Starbucks which gave them some serious bonus points with me. We had all been chatting via text for the past week, so we had learned a little bit about each other already.

While they prepared dinner for us, we opened a bottle of wine and played a dice game. Dinner was delicious, and after it was over, we headed down into their basement to play cards and then pool. It was during pool that we really had a chance to start touching each other, a caress in passing or arms around one another while waiting for your turn. It was nice. I don’t know if I have conveyed in my writings yet that I am rather resistant to change in general and somewhat closed off to the idea of new people and relationships, despite my desire to be close to people. Before we arrived at the SciFi home, I decided to change my mindset and to go into the evening with an open mind and positive attitude. I am very glad that I did.

After pool, we moved to the couch and coupled off. I was freezing, so Mr. SciFi had a blanket and invited me under it with him. Next to us, in true Mr. X fashion, Mr. X had Mrs. SciFi’s top and his own off before I had much of a chance to even kiss Mr. SciFi. Mr. SciFi seems like a rough kisser. He is also only the third man I have kissed with facial hair (more than just stubble). I told him in texts this week that I love kissing very much, and he seemed excited about that. He told me several things he loves such as kissing, oral sex, and cuddling. The lip biting I was not expecting. I believe that of the 100+ people I have kissed in my life, there has only been one other person who has kissed me like that. He bit and tugged my lower lip, and at one point I tasted blood in my mouth. I decided just to go with it. He was rough with my mouth, so I raked my nails down his back, harder than I usually do. His answering noises spurred me on. I love when a man is vocal and lets me know when he’s enjoying what I’m doing to him. My lip, swollen from his kisses, has been a constant reminder of last night.

Mr. SciFi and I decided to leave the couch and head for the bedroom in their basement. Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi followed us. Mr. X went down on Mrs. SciFi while Mr. SciFi and I removed the rest of each other’s clothing and continued kissing. Mr. SciFi told me earlier in the day that he likes a little rough treatment of his nipples, so I started that by pinching and lightly twisting with my fingers while we kissed. I later progressed to kissing, sucking, and gentle biting and tugging with my teeth. My actions elicited more of his fun noises. I probably could have been rougher but didn’t want to chance it this time. I touched Mr. SciFi’s cock before I saw it and was pleasantly surprised by his size. I enjoyed going down on him for a while. When it was my turn to receive, he had me lay down on the bed, and he set to work. I told him earlier in the day that I don’t cum easily, and that it has to be from oral stimulation. I said once you find the right spot to concentrate there until I’m arching and moaning. He told me that his wife is similar. During this conversation, he said he was up for the challenge and also hoped to make me squirt (which I didn’t believe for a second would happen since it never has been before and because I was convinced I didn’t have a g-spot).

Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi were next to me, rocking the bed while Mr. SciFi did delicious things to my clit with his mouth. I loved the feel of his facial hair while he went down on me as well. It was an added sexy bonus. I knew I was getting close to orgasm when Mr. SciFi slipped a finger or two inside me, and it sent me over the edge. Within a few seconds, I climaxed. We kissed for a little while, and Mr. SciFi went to get a condom. I started feeling shy sitting there on the bed next to Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi, so I curled up on my side on the bed and tried to cover myself with a big pillow. Mr. SciFi settled on the bed below me and positioned himself so he could take right there with me still on my side. He said that would teach me to hide from him. We switched positions on the bed several times. He was on top for a while with my ankles resting on his shoulders. I took a turn on top with my legs wrapped around his waist, him really just resting on the edge of the bed. When I was on top, my nails continued to dig into his back, fueling me on.

*As I wrote this, Mr. SciFi was texting me. I told him I was writing about our night together, and he sent me a little excerpt of what he thought I might be writing. I have to include it here because he made me crack up. In Mr. SciFi’s words, “He had a hunger that could only be quenched by the nectar that I had to offer.”*

Mr. SciFi had me lay on my back on the bed again, and his fingers were inside me once more. I could tell he was trying to find my g-spot, as men have tried before. I was about to tell him he could stop when new sensations started washing over me. I could tell I was building up to something, and then it happened. For the first time in my life, I squirted. I honest to goodness never thought I could do that. I panicked and asked him to stop what he was doing (he asked me later to ride it out next time). I laid there, completely befuddled. I know I said more than once “what just happened?”, even though I knew what had happened. I was completely shocked. Mr. SciFi was quite pleased with himself and gave Mr. X a wet high-five over my body.

I eventually regained some of my composure, and Mr. SciFi asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, as all the motion on the bed from Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi was making me a little sick. He started leading me to the couch but stopped at the pool table along the way. He bent me over the pool table and pushed inside me. I’d never been fucked on a pool table before, but it was on my sexual bucket list. My breasts pressed down into the table, and I was standing on the tip of my toes as he pounded into me. Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi came out of the bedroom and stood watching us for a minute before they headed to the shower. Mr. SciFi eventually led me over to the couch. He sat down, and I straddled him. We chatted and kissed. I sucked, nipped, and tugged on his nipples a little more. He asked me to squeeze his balls while I rode him, so I did that as well. When he came, his head was leaned back, his eyelids fluttered, he made some adorable sounds, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed watching someone’s face that much when they’ve cum. It wasn’t my orgasm, but I was completely satisfied. Once it was over, we sat there, his arms around me mine on his chest. We both had goofy grins on our faces. I am glad I went into the night optimistic and open-minded, as it was full of unexpected pleasure. It can be so much fun making new friends.

Some More Neighbor Delight

Late January 2015

Last night we saw Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors again. When we arrived at their house, Mr. X joined Mrs. Neighbors on the couch while Mr. Neighbors poured me a glass of wine. We chatted until I finished my second glass. Mrs. Neighbors' shirt was off, and she told us that she and Mr. X are always naked first, so this time they weren't going to undress until I was naked. Mr. Neighbors invited me upstairs, and we took off running up the steps. We quickly undressed and jumped up on the bed. I texted Mr. Neighbors earlier this week and told him how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, and he responded with a message about all the things he wanted to do to me with his tongue when we saw each other again. I was on my back on the bed, and he started moving down. I stopped him, pushed him down on the bed, and climbed on top of him. I reminded him that I wanted to taste his cock first.

I love going down on Mr. Neighbors. He tastes delicious. After a while, he pulled me up to kiss him and then pushed me back on the bed so that he could resume where he'd left off. He moved his way down my body to my thighs and parted them and began stroking my insides with his fingers while his mouth did lovely things to my clit. Before I knew it, I was panting and cumming for him again. I can be very loud when I cum. Apparently Mrs. Neighbors came at the same time I did, as she and Mr. X finished up round one and Mr. Neighbors and I were concluding foreplay. The four of us decided to take a quick intermission for a condom discussion, since we missed that step last time we were together. We decided we would continue to play without using condoms, but just with each other.

Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors went back to what they were doing, and Mr. Neighbors joined me at the edge of the bed. I sat there with him facing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he entered me. I don’t believe I’d fucked in that position before. Their bed is very high, and Mr. Neighbors is quite tall. The combination made the position perfect. After a while, he followed me up onto the bed. We continued in missionary for a few minutes, and then he pulled my legs to rest on his shoulders. He nipped at the inside of my legs with his teeth, making me shake with desire.

Eventually he left me on the bed and retrieved a necktie. He had me bend over the edge of the bed while he wrapped his tie around my wrists in front of me. He spanked me while fucking me from behind. My body tingled all over, and I was awash with sensation. Excitement and pleasure coursed through me, heightened by the sting of the smacks on my ass. I don’t think I could ever tire of that feeling. There was also the mingled slight pain and pressure from Mr. Neighbor’s length. I still have to remind myself to breathe when he takes me like that.

While I still stood bent over the bed, wrists restrained, Mr. Neighbors started using his tongue to tease and play with my ass. I am ashamed to admit how much I enjoyed the rimming. I have never done it to anyone else and had experienced it only once before at the New Year’s party the year before. When he was done with that, we climbed onto the bed and continued fucking. I kissed him furiously, expressing non-verbally my gratitude for the pleasure he gave me. He wanted to tie my arms together again and have me go down on him like that, but we were too eager to finish. He said we would save that for next time. He asked where I wanted him to come this time, and I said I wanted him in my mouth again. He obliged. I swallowed greedily when his cock started pulsing and spilling his cum between my lips. I laid next to him on the bed-spent, wobbly, sated, and happy.

I am looking forward to our planned date next month for Valentine’s Day with Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors to see Fifty Shades of Gray. Perhaps Mr. Neighbors will feel inspired to reenact a scene or two. I can only hope!

A Bareback New Year's Eve

I know I am very behind in posting, and I apologize for that. Here is the tale of my 2014 New Year's Eve. We attended a James Bond themed hotel party. It was a hotel takeover, so there were only swingers everywhere. Like usual, Mr. X had been talking for weeks to some of the other couples who RSVP’d to the party, and he hoped we would meet a few new people there. The majority of our friends were not going to attend, but we knew we would probably run into Mr. and Mrs. Webcam (from the Alice in Wonderland party) and Mr. and Mrs. F (from last year’s New Year’s party). I was looking forward to spending the evening with Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors, who we invited to share our hotel suite. I also couldn’t wait to take a nap at the hotel before the party (I am very short on sleep these days with a baby), but unfortunately there was no time for a nap. I am writing this the day after the party, and even though the party was just last night, my memory of many of the details of last night are a little muddled, as a couple of things that happened have dominated my thoughts and kind of drowned everything else out.

In the late afternoon, we attended a BDSM seminar on rapid restraints with the leading local dominatrix. I am pretty ignorant when it comes to BDSM, but I’m definitely interested in exploring more bondage. I dragged Mr. X to the seminar with me. The dominatrix started by handing out safety shears (which I hadn’t known were a thing) and introducing us to one of her slaves. She talked about wrist and ankle cuffs, collars, ropes, scarves, bondage tape, static wrap, etc. She had a large cross in the room which she attached her slave to for the majority of the seminar and also duct taped his mouth. She taught us two quick rope ties, Texas cuffs and cat’s claws. I was surprised that Mr. X seemed to enjoy it more than I thought he would. Every time he tried one of the rope ties, he pulled me toward him into a kiss with a grin. We have talked about doms and subs before, and we think we are both more fitting to a submissive personality that a dominant one. Mr. X really likes when women take control. However, neither one of us is at all into the humiliation aspect of BDSM. We saw Mr. and Mrs. Webcam at the back of the room and waved to them. We had not seen them since the meet and greet we attended with them at the end of May, which was also the second failed attempt for Mr. Webcam to fuck me. We left the seminar with our safety shears, a piece of rope, and some new skills and knowledge. We knew the dominatrix would be in attendance at the after party that evening in the 50 shades themed play room and would be further instructing and guiding people.

About an hour before the party started, Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors arrived. I had been extremely keyed up and horny as hell early in the week in large part to my text conversations with Mr. Neighbors this week. I greeted Mr. Neighbors with some kisses and wanted him to take me right away, but there wasn’t time. As it was, it took almost two hours for us to get ready, so we were about two hours late for the party. Mr. X looked very dashing in his tux, as usual. I am a lucky woman. My husband is so handsome. Mr. Neighbors looked very sexy in his new suite. I was definitely looking forward to removing it later. Once we were all dressed and almost ready to go, I walked over to Mr. Neighbors to see if he approved of my dress, which he said he did. We kissed and started running our hands all over each other. Meanwhile I heard Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors doing the same on the other side of the room, and I believe it resulted in Mrs. Neighbors completely redoing her hair before we could head downstairs. It would have been very easy for all of us to completely forego the party and stay in the room, but alas, we got ourselves back under control, put back together, and headed downstairs.

We went down to the lobby and waited in line to have our pictures taken. There was a large amount of touching and talking in line for pictures, building the sexual tension (no kissing though so that Mrs. Neighbors and I wouldn’t mess up our lip gloss until after pictures). When we were finished with pictures, we went for a walk to explore the party. We stayed for a few minutes in the main dj room where the entertainment acts were and watched a man twirl a metal-looking pipe square and cube. It wasn't the best act I've seen the party company book, but it was supposed to fit with the party theme. From there we decided to look for the gambling tables and to have a couple of drinks.

Mrs. Neighbors and I settled at a blackjack table, and Mr. X and Mr. Neighbors brought us a couple of strong glasses of sex on the beach. I was drunk almost immediately, having consumed so little alcohol in the past year. I would have been all over Mr. Neighbors if he had been standing near me, but he wasn't. He was standing behind Mrs. Neighbors tucked in the corner, and Mr. X was between us. Apparently the management of the hotel knew what type of party we were having, but the employees of the game company did not. I didn’t see her reaction, but I guess our blackjack dealer noticed Mrs. Neighbors kissing both Mr. X and Mr. Neighbors. Someone asked if she knew what kind of a party she was working, and she said she didn’t. Mrs. Neighbors jumped in talking about how first she was kissing her husband, then mine, and next she’d probably kiss me. Because I like to shock people sometimes, I took that as my cue and leaned in and kissed Mrs. Neighbors for the first time. I believe the rest of the table approved.

The boys left a little bit later to get another round of drinks. Mr. Webcam came over to say hi and that he thinks I look great. He made jokes about the 25 lbs I seem to have lost since we were together last. I think he likes me post-pregnancy. He had clearly been drinking and had a happy haze about him. He put his arm around me as we chatted. Mrs. Webcam came over for a couple of minutes as well and apologized for their lack of communication over the past few months. She told me they have just been super busy, that they’re not trying to avoid us. I said I wasn’t sure if they still wanted to be friends, and I didn’t know if she wanted me to stop texting her husband. She said no, that was fine, that he tells her when I text him and sometimes shows her my pictures on Facebook to let her know what we’re up to. She wandered away a few minutes later, presumably to continue flirting with different men. Mr. Webcam lingered and chatted with me a bit longer.

Mr. Webcam told me that they haven't been with anyone since us in May, so he's not sure if he still has the same problem going on. He told me he had a vasectomy in August, so he's not sure if that will help him. I'm not sure either since he couldn't have been afraid to get me pregnant in May since I was already 7 months along. For his sake, I hope he will be successful the next time he plays with someone. He is really sweet. He seems to still be interested in me, but he leaned in at one point and whispered that he had to tell me Mrs. Webcam isn't really interested in Mr. X anymore, which is perfectly fine. Neither one of us wants anyone to play with us if they aren't interested...and I told both Mr. and Mrs. Webcam back in May that if they just wanted to be friends, that was perfectly fine...however, the way Mr. webcam was acting, I think if he is successful with his next play time, he might someday ask again if we can hook up without Mr. X and Mrs. Webcam doing the same. He broached that subject before, and we said no. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Webcam grant each other hall passes. We'll see. He really is a sweet guy, and I do enjoy talking to him. Mrs. Neighbors told me she thinks he's a little goofy looking, but I think he gets more attractive the more you get to know him. I feel that way about most of the men I've met in the lifestyle. The more I get to know someone, the more attracted I am to them. Talking and texting really turns me on more than a person's looks and what they can do physically.

Shortly before midnight we headed into the room with the DJ where the countdown was going to happen. We danced a little, and then it was time. We counted down to midnight, and I reached up and kissed Mr. Neighbors. Then we grabbed Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors, and I kissed my husband as well. We wished each other a happy new year and stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, and headed back up to our room.

Soon after we returned to the room, clothes were off, and we were all on the bed. Mr. Neighbors and I had a conversation by text earlier this week about what exactly it takes to get me off, so after kissing for a little bit, he slid down my body and decided to see if he could make me cum. He had his fingers inside me and was working my clit. Everything he did was really enjoyable, but I still didn’t think it was going to work. I didn’t stop him though. I let him keep trying. As I was laying there on the bed, Mrs. Neighbors was next to me. Her body was in the opposite direction, and our heads were close together. We made eye contact several times, basking in what our husbands were doing to the other person. While I was laying there, trying to relax and enjoy what was happening and let myself get to the point of release, all of a sudden, Mrs. Neighbors was kissing me. It was nice, fun. Her husband kept at his task. After she stopped kissing me, and I was getting close to orgasm, she grabbed my hand, and I gripped it, harder and harder, the closer I got to my release. As soon as I felt it building, I gasped and cried out. I arched my back and enjoyed the ride. It felt euphoric. I needed that so much. That was only my second orgasm in the lifestyle. When I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, I asked Mr. Neighbors to stop and pulled him up to kiss me. I thanked him repeatedly and asked him twice to get a condom.

I told Mr. Neighbors in previous conversations that if he did manage to make me cum, I would want him inside me immediately, would beg him to be inside me, which is what I was doing. I laid back, waiting for him to get the condom and slip inside me. He was there quicker than I expected and hadn’t really moved. I think in my blissed out state I assumed he must have had the condom right next to him or something, ready to go. Soon he was inside me, and my body was on fire. He stayed on top for a while, pumping and kissing, making me feel incredible. He nipped at my neck and drove me crazy. He switched and had me on all fours and took me from behind. He is easier for me to take when I’m on all fours like that than when we are both standing. I guess he doesn’t get in as far, which is good since he is long. I believe he also had me lay down on my stomach while he continued, and that felt pretty fantastic as well. While behind me, he also nipped at my back. I didn’t want him to ever stop. Eventually we were face to face again, and I kissed him fiercely. We could tell Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors were getting close to climax. Mr. Neighbors asked me, as he always does, where I wanted him to cum. Then he said something about not being able to do like last time since there is no condom. I think I kind of froze for a second because I hadn’t fully realized what happened despite all of the sex we’d just had. I thought I’d felt some sticky pre-cum on my belly during a position switch earlier, but I was in too much of a sex haze from my orgasm to give it much thought at the time. It hit me pretty hard at that moment that he made the decision to not wear a condom without my expressed consent, especially after I asked him twice to get a condom. We ended up stopping a few minutes later without him cumming.

When we all composed ourselves and put our clothes on for the after party, there was a conversation between all of us about how everyone had just gone bareback. I guess Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors had noticed Mr. Neighbors was not wearing a condom and decided that if we were doing that, so would they. Mr. X said he and Mrs. Neighbors had only discussed the issue briefly once. It was certainly never something Mr. Neighbors and I discussed. I was so shocked that I didn’t quite know what to do or say. I joked about how Mr. Neighbors made the executive decision to not wear a condom. I didn’t say I was upset or mad at the time, I just didn’t say a whole lot at all.

Mrs. Neighbors and I put on our lingerie. She was in a silky slip and sexy black heels. I slipped into a black and purple corset and skirt set that made my boobs look enormous. Mr. X threw on a set of pajama pants, and Mr. Neighbors put on a pair of jeans, since Mrs. Neighbors wanted him to look like Christian Gray. I had not noticed the sexy muscles at the bottom of his torso before. Sometimes just looking at him takes my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring.

I tried to put the whole no condom thing out of my mind, and we headed down to the after-party and play rooms. I was looking forward to checking out the BDSM room with Mr. Neighbors. When we arrived, we wandered to that room first. The room was filled with red light. There were two crosses set up and several other devices for bending someone over and having your way with them, including stocks. The dominatrix from the seminar earlier in the day was in one corner of the room. She was essentially fixing people to the cross and then helping the person’s partner do things to them. It looked fun but incredibly intimidating. People were waiting in line to be volunteers. When we walked in, Mr. and Mrs. H were there watching, as I suspected they might be. I remember that Mrs. H was spanked by a professional in the same room last year. We chatted for a few minutes, and Mrs. H kept touching my boobs and telling me how much she liked my outfit. It was nice to see them again. We caught up a little bit, and I told her that in the past year I started my own photography business and hope to start shooting boudoir soon. She asked if I was looking for volunteers, though I don’t know how serious she was being. We’ll see. I may hit her up later in the year to see if she is truly interested in helping me build my portfolio. Mrs. Neighbors has agreed to be my first model. Mrs. B has also recently volunteered. I am looking forward to doing those shoots.

Mr. and Mrs. H eventually wandered away, and Mr. Neighbors and I stood there for a while longer and watched the other people. On the opposite side of the room, a man appeared to be beating the living hell out of some poor girl’s ass. He started by spanking incredibly hard and fast with his hand and then pulled out a plastic paddle. I’m not sure how she wasn’t bleeding, from the way he was going at her. When he was done, and it took a really long time for him to be done, they sat under the cross, her head in his lap and a jacket covering her naked body. She looked totally spent but completely content. While I love the way Mr. Neighbors spanks me, I don’t think I could ever enjoy someone be that rough with me. Meanwhile, Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors decided to wander off together, which didn’t make either Mr. Neighbors or me bat an eye. We had a conversation that I always find awkward but necessary to have with couples whom you plan to have repeated and frequent play dates. Mr. Neighbors said he wanted me to know that as our friendship progresses, he is never going to break up his family for me, even if I have feelings for him like that. I said he absolutely doesn’t have to worry about anything like that, that Mr. X and I have fought too hard in our relationship to stay together that nothing will ever tear us apart. We have two children and are each other’s whole lives. I said that I tell my friends that I love them, that I do it very frequently, and that I am a very affectionate person. However, if I say that I love him or the two of them, that it does not mean that I’m in love with him or would want to break up his family. Things were a little bit awkward after that, between that conversation and the bareback incident. However, I wanted to continue enjoying the evening. Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors came back and found us. They said that while they’d been playing in one of the other rooms, a gentleman approached them and asked Mrs. Neighbors if Mr. X could fuck his wife. She told him that unfortunately she could not grant that permission since he was not hers. I guess he found it strange that they weren’t near their spouses when they were playing.

The four of us decided to check out another play room. We ended up in the room containing the sex swing, the swing in which I lost my swinger virginity at the 2013 Halloween party. The four of us sat on an inflatable couch, which I did not realize had restraints attached to it. That could have been fun to use. While we sat on that couch, I sat in Mr. Neighbors’ lap, facing and straddling him. He pulled down his jeans just enough to remove his cock and slip it inside me. He kept lifting my skirt in the back and teased my ass while I rode him. He knows I am interested in anal sex but don’t have much experience. I think he enjoys it very much with Mrs. Neighbors and may eventually be interested in pursuing it with me. While Mr. Neighbors and I fucked on the couch, Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors decided to give the swing a shot. After a few minutes, Mr. Neighbors asked if it was ok for him to take a break and go slip his dick in his wife’s mouth while Mr. X fucked her. I said that was perfectly fine, so we went to the other side of the room to a couch with a front row view of the swing. A crowd had gathered around them and was being pretty loud. It looked like the two of them were having quite a good time. However, Mr. Neighbors did not really have a chance to get up and join them. He sat with me, and we watched. Mr. Neighbors promised me he was not done yet, that he would still cum in my mouth, that he just hadn’t been ready to finish earlier before the after-party.

We headed upstairs around 3:30, and soon everyone was naked again and fucking. I suffer from motion sickness pretty badly, and I had no idea prior to this evening that I could experience motion sickness during sex. Simply having two couples having sex simultaneously on the bed made me feel a bit ill, but it was so worth it. I could not have asked for a more enjoyable evening, despite the bareback surprise.

Over the next couple of days, Mrs. Neighbors and I talked about what had happened pretty extensively. It sounded to me like having sex without condoms was something they had discussed a couple of times and thought we would be on board with. Mr. Neighbors has some hearing loss, so it is entirely possible that he may not have heard me ask him to get a condom, and to be fair, I was begging him to be inside me at the time. We may or may not decide this is a practice we want to continue in the future. Overall, we had a great night.

I am posting this entry about six months after the event, so quite a bit has happened since that night. I will get into most of that in coming entries, but I wanted to mention now that Mr. X and I had a conversation about this night a couple of months ago. I don’t know why we didn’t talk about this sooner, but Mr. X revealed to me that watching me have sex with someone else without a condom was a huge turn on for him. He said he loved watching me fuck Mr. Neighbors that way and likes the idea of another man cumming in me someday. I was shocked. This seemed to be the complete opposite of things he said when we first started swinging. I remember Mr. and Mrs. C mentioning a long time ago that they had fantasies like that, and Mr. X was not open to that at all. Mr. B also often makes comments about wanting to fill me up with cum, and Mr. X also never really seemed interested in this either. So, I don’t know if Mr. X actually seeing me have sex that way changed his opinion, but we’ll see if we decide to pursue anything like this in the future. 

Hot Hotel Rendezvous

December 30, 2014 

I believe my year's end will be much better than last year's. Today we had plans to go to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. B. They had us over to their house for dinner once last month. We had a great time then, but it was just dinner and talking/flirting. The last time I had sex with Mr. B was at his birthday party extravaganza at the beginning of last March, so it had been nearly 10 months since I'd had him inside me. Mr. X called me this morning and said "Hey why don't we get a hotel tonight instead of having dinner?” Excellent question! Every time we have been with other couples so far in the lifestyle, it has either been at someone's house or at a hotel party. We had never just rented a hotel for an hour or two of sex. I posed the question to Mr. B, and the hotel idea was a hit. Mr. X looked around the area for somewhere inexpensive but not seedy. I happily spent the afternoon texting with Mr. B and Mr. Neighbors, Mr. B obviously in anticipation of our upcoming evening, and Mr. Neighbors about New Year's. It almost seemed like they were competing to see which one turns me on more or makes me want them more. By the end of my work shift, I was ridiculously charged with sexual energy and could not wait to see Mr. B. I rushed home from work, did some primping, and headed out to our hotel to check in. Our guests arrived looking fantastic. They were heading to a meet and greet afterward for a large number of people who would be attending the party for New Year’s the next night. We went to that meet and greet last year but opted for this meeting with Mr. and Mrs. B instead. Mr. B has always been attractive to me, but he’s lost a ton of weight lately, and he looks yummier every time I see him now.

After we said hello, it wasn't long before we were all removing each other's clothing. I warned Mr. B while he was taking off my bra that I would probably get milk on him. When I was down to just my underwear, I fell back onto the bed and took Mr. B down with me. We kissed and kissed. My hands ran over his smooth skin, and I wrapped my legs around him. His skin feels so great against mine. He removed my underwear and moved down my body to my thighs. I wanted him inside me soon. I looked over to the other bed and saw Mrs. B sitting on Mr. X’s face, and it looked like she was really enjoying herself. Mr. B continued to pleasure me for a while and then told me it was my turn to be on top. I happily obliged. I kissed him, my breast rubbing on his chest. I kissed my way down his chest. He asked if I wanted him to cum in my mouth before we had sex. I wanted it very much. He’d only done it once before—during our first night so many months ago when I was still so shy, anxious, and excited and had no idea what I was doing. I continued kissing his body and took him in my mouth. I started moving somewhat vigorously, as that is what I am used to other men wanting. Mr. B asked me to go slowly since he was almost there. He gripped my hair and started moving my mouth along his cock at the speed that he wanted me to. Soon he made the noises that I love to hear from him, and then I tasted his delicious cum in my mouth. I kept swallowing and sucking until I knew he was done and too sensitive for me to continue. A drop fell onto his stomach, so I had to lick that off as well, telling him that I didn't want to waste any.

Mr. B pulled me up to join him on the bed, and we laid there, limbs tangled, and talked for a bit while he built back up to go again. When he was ready, he positioned me on all fours in front of him, slipped on his condom, and was inside me pounding away. He is absolutely the perfect partner for me for doggy style. I love it. He can go as hard and as fast as he wants, and I just can't get enough of it. He pounded away, and the longer we went, the more my body was forced down into the bed. I moaned and cried out in pleasure. My cries were mixed with his, and eventually he came again. I was surprised after that when he started moving again, ready for another round right away. He extended my right leg fully behind me and pushed my left leg, which was still bent, up toward me and entered me that way (so it was kind of a modified doggy style) and continued his delicious pace. By the time he reached his third climax, we were both spent, and I wasn't sure I could move. With his help, we got up, re-situated, and lay back down on the bed together talking with Mr. X and Mrs. B who were also finished but not ready to leave. I kissed and licked Mr. B's neck while he joked about how I wanted to leave my mark for all the other women he’d see that evening so they would know he had already been claimed. Mrs. B gave me permission to mark him, but I told them I would be good even though I really wanted to do it since I’m such a fan of sucking. I made Mr. B laugh. I enjoy their company very much, and it was so nice to see and fuck them. I can’t believe it had been almost 10 months since the last time we played together. Eventually it was time for them to leave for the meet and greet, so the four of us got up and put ourselves back together. We said goodbye, and we hope to be able to see each other again sooner than last time.

As soon as they were out the door, I closed it behind them and turned around. Mr. X was on me in an instant. He pulled my sweater back up over my head and made a comment about how we had a hotel room and people watching our children and needed to take advantage of it. So we helped each other remove our clothing again, and he tossed me onto the bed. He was insanely turned on and kept telling me how much he loves to watch me get fucked by someone else, how hot it is and how hot I am. Mr. X was very passionate and asked if I could feel how hard it was. Soon he pulled me into my favorite (lotus) position and let me help control the speed. Soon I was as frantic for him as he was for me. We took turns on top, and I think we finished with me on my back, my head off the bed and him pounding away furiously. It was an exciting and intense, draining experience, especially considering our earlier encounter.

I think renting a hotel for our rendezvous was an excellent idea, and the hotel was not as sketchy as I was afraid it might be. I think we may have found a place to use in the future if necessary. I would certainly love a repeat of tonight’s meeting. Overall it was very satisfying evening despite my lack of orgasm yet again, but it will come, or I should say I will cum one of these days with one of these men. I think Mr. Neighbors might be the next to attempt it. We shall see. I am looking forward to New Year's Eve.

Wine and Sex? Yes Please!

December 2014

We saw Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors again this weekend, and it was amazing. Mr. Neighbors made arrangements for us to go wine tasting at a few different wineries, so we met at their house and took off midday. When we arrived at the first winery, we stood coupled off--me with Mr. Neighbors and Mr. X with Mrs. Neighbors. We had a great time. I was the DD, so I did get to tasted everything but didn't get to finish many of them. I was happy that everyone else got to drink without worrying.

Our next to last winery was arranged for a more intimate setting. You didn't walk up to the bar and have everyone stand there. They had little tables set up for two people each, so we sat me with Mr. Neighbors again, etc. The lady working there carded all of us so we handed her our IDs, not knowing if she was going to pay attention to the fact that our last names didn't match up with the person with whom we were sitting. However, she didn't say anything. After we tasted a couple of their wines, the lady asked us how we knew each other, and I couldn't help it...I looked down and couldn't stop laughing. Mrs. Neighbors jumped in and came up with a big elaborate story. When it was time to pay, I bought two bottles of wine, and she charged me for my tasting and Mr. Neighbors'. Then she looked to the other table for their payment, and Mr. Neighbors had to pass Mrs. Neighbors' credit card to her behind my back so they could pay for their share. We all started laughing again. The lady recommended another winery just down the road, and we headed out to our last place before stopping for dinner.

After dinner, we drove back to Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors' house. Once we arrived, I asked for a glass of wine since I didn't have to worry about driving for a few hours. Mr. Neighbors was nice enough to pour me a large glass of wine, we sat in their living room and watched a hilarious TV show called something like Sex Sent Me to the ER, and we just laughed. I finished my glass of wine, and Mr. Neighbors joined me with another. Soon Mrs. Neighbors was in Mr. X's lap. I climbed into Mr. Neighbors' lap as well, and we started making out. He removed my shirt and bra and attempt to get my leggings off. I tried stopping him and just kept kissing him. I removed his shirt, and he mumbled something cute about how he'd been trying to take my pants off for 10 minutes. I chuckled and finally let him remove them. Mr. Neighbors got on his knees on the floor in front of me, pressed me down against the back of the loveseat, and found my clit with his tongue. He went down on me for a little while until I couldn't take it anymore. I told him I needed his cock in my mouth and moved off the couch so that he could take my place. I sank to my knees and kissed my way down his chest and his torso to his legs, thighs, balls, and finally his long, hard erection.  I lapped at and swallowed the pre-cum that was waiting for me. I continued to enjoy myself while I licked, sucked, and stroked his magnificent cock.  A few minutes later I heard Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors run up the stairs, I assume so they could claim the bed this time. Last time they had to use the couch and floor.

Mr. Neighbors and I headed after them and situated ourselves on the couch with me straddling and facing him. Mr. Neighbors had already slipped on a condom so he quickly slipped inside me. I sighed with pleasure. The couch was quite bouncy, and I delighted in being the one in control at least for a few minutes. I couldn't kiss him while we were fucking that way. I think we would've smashed our heads together, the couch was moving so much, but it was fun. After a little while we moved to the floor. He spent a little bit of time on top, and then we switched so I was on top again. This time he was lying flat while I sat straight up, straddling him as I worked his cock between my thighs. I don't play in this position often, especially in the light, but this night it felt invigorating. When Mr. Neighbors decided it was time for my spanking, he helped me up and took me over to the bed where Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors were still at it. Like last time, he bent me over the bed and I stood there waiting. He had joked recently about using a belt on me if I wasn't good and had asked Mrs. Neighbors earlier that day to make sure to leave his belt where he knew it would be. The thought of him cracking my ass with his belt was scary and exciting and made me shiver with anticipation. He didn't use the belt this time, but I think that will be something to look forward to in the future. This night he used just his hand again, but the feeling was indescribable.  He spanked me thoroughly this time while fucking me. Most of the time he would rub the spot before he struck so I knew it was coming. Some blows were soft while others were harder. Mrs. Neighbors commented once saying something about how she doesn't even let him hit her that hard. Periodically he leaned down to check my face to make sure I was enjoying what he was doing and not just in pain. Every time he looked down, I had a bigger smile on my face. He is incredible and makes me feel very much alive. I don't know how I will think about anything else for at least the next week or longer...much longer.

Eventually we ended up on the bed together next to Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors. Mr. X and Mr. Neighbors climaxed at about the same time, and the four of us laid there on the bed, absolutely spent. It was a great end to a really fun day. I'm definitely looking forward to next time, which I hope will be New Years.

May I have another spanking please?

During the weekend before Thanksgiving, I had an absolutely incredible night. I would say that it probably ranks up in the top 10 best sexual nights of my life thanks to the incredible Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors.  Mr. Neighbors and I spent quite a bit of time texting and chatting since our last meeting a couple of weeks ago, and we were looking forward to an adult night out. We decided to go to a movie and make out like teenagers during the whole thing, so we did exactly that. I sat in the theater in between Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors. Mr. Neighbors warned me that he can get pretty handsy, but I could tell he was waiting for me to make the first move or at least to signal it was okay to do something. Eventually he put his hand on the outside of my leg. I took his other hand in mine, and we ended up kissing. It felt simultaneously very innocent and scandalous. Every time we kissed, the people behind us chuckled a little bit, but I didn't care. Every once in a while, his hands wandered elsewhere, and his touch felt electric.

When the movie ended, we headed next door to a restaurant and ordered some drinks. Again I sat between Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors, with Mr. X on the other side of Mrs. Neighbors. Conversations were divided, and I spent the majority of my time just talking with Mr. Neighbors. It was interesting to hear Mr. Neighbors talking so much, as it seems like I'm the one who does most of the talking in our text messages while the reverse is true in person. He told me lots of stories about his life, making me laugh and want to hear more. He kissed me once or twice at the bar which seems more scandalous because it was in a well-lit public place in the town in which we all live. It was terribly exciting.  We follow them back to their house, and they invited us inside where Mr. Neighbors offered me a glass of wine and grabbed one for himself. We chatted for a little while and were soon kissing in their living room. Mr. Neighbors leaned over and whispered something about going upstairs.

I was laughing and full of excitement and anticipation. The party environment is so different than when you are alone with another couple at one of your houses. Homes provide more opportunity to explore and less time constraints or pressure to finish so that other people can use the room. This night I also didn't have to be as self-conscious since a limited number of people were about to see me naked. Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors followed behind us. Their bedroom was actually part of a little suite, so they had a TV and a couch in one room which opened to the bedroom with a huge tall bed. Mr. Neighbors and I headed for the bed while Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors headed for the other half of the suite. We set our wine down and resumed kissing, harder than before. Mr. Neighbors pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor. He removed my bra, and I peeled his shirt off. We divested each other of our remaining garments, and he hoisted me up onto the bed. He went down on me, his fingers slipping inside while his mouth found my clit. Though it all felt great, he kept changing what he was doing, and I am unfortunately one of those people who needs attention in the same area over and over in order for me to find release. I could hear Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors in the other room clearly satisfying one another. I wanted to take my turn as the pleaser. I pulled Mr. Neighbors up from his position and reached down to grab his cock. It was completely covered in pre-cum, and I wanted to taste it.

I wanted him in my mouth, so I kissed my way down starting with his ear, his neck, his chest, his nipples, and down his stomach. I worked his shaft and sucked one of his balls in my mouth. Then I moved back up to take the tip. I worked my tongue around it and swallowed the remaining pre-cum. I got to work sliding my hands and my mouth up and down his cock and alternating between that and sucking, while sliding my tongue along the underside. Then he pulled me to him, and I made a joke about how I still had not seen his ass. This seems to be a common problem for me. I fuck people, and they're always facing away from me, so I never get to see the man’s delicious ass (my favorite feature in a man). Mr. Neighbors hopped off the bed for me and let me see him, which pleased me. More kissing and touching followed, and then he left me briefly again to grab a condom. Soon he was inside and on top of me. He is so strong and powerful, which undoes me. He whispered some of the things he wanted to do with me that night. He informed me that he wants to fulfill some of my fantasies but was unprepared to do so that night. I mentioned the fantasy that I have disclosed to other men in the lifestyle as well. I fantasize often about being tied up or otherwise restrained while a man spanks and then fucks me from behind. For some reason I picture my restraint as a long silky red cloth, my arms behind my back and the red cloth tied into a bow. Mr. Neighbors had nothing to restrain me this time, but he said he wanted to bend me over his bed and fuck me while he spanked me. He also divulged that he planned to tease my ass. My legs quivered at his words. I mentioned that I also enjoy some hair pulling. He demonstrated his technique for that, and I just wanted him inside me again. He helped me off the bed, bent me over it, and plunged inside. Mr. Neighbors’ dick is long, and from this angle, intense and almost painful. I had to remind myself to breathe through his thrusts. Cue the addition of my partial fantasy. While he fucked me, he would rub a section of my ass and then follow with a nice crack of his hand. This combination was ridiculously hot, over and over again in different places on my ass. I was up on my tiptoes gripping the bed and letting the sensations wash over me and still reminding myself to breathe through the pleasure and pain. My legs shook uncontrollably, and I didn’t want him to stop. Eventually he slowed and stopped, pulling out of me. He replaced his cock with his finger and went down on me for a minute before filling his other promise. He teased my ass with his tongue. This is an act I am still torn about. I would have a hard time doing, but it feels so good. I am a little obsessed with the idea of anal sex but very lacking in experience.

When we finish this portion of our activities, I turned around and kissed him hard and let him know how much he had pleased me. My legs continued to shake until he helped me back up on the bed. I spent some time on top, which was great and something we hadn't done before. Once we switched position and he was on top again, he whispered in my ear about how he wished he could get me to cum on his dick. I explain that sadly I've never done that with anyone before, but that if he could figure out a way to do it I was never letting him get away. I would be truly grateful. I am unconvinced that the G-spot exists, at least for me. I was far less concerned about my own releases than his. I needed him to cum. He assured me that he would eventually.  We continued having sex for a couple of hours, changing positions frequently. It was fun and fantastic, sexy and exciting. Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors finished before we did, and they were naked and happily watching TV in the other room. When it was time for Mr. Neighbors’ release, he asked me where I wanted him to cum. I asked what his preference was and I didn’t get a very direct answer, just that he likes the lady to pick. He knew I wanted to feel him cum, so he asked if I wanted him to do it inside me, which I did very much. Soon after this discussion, I felt him shudder inside me, and I relished in the feeling.  It was an amazing evening that I can't wait to repeat. Mr. Neighbors wants to push my boundaries and limits. I think a lot of men are all talk, but I don’t think he is. I can't wait to find out. We have plans to see them again in two weeks.