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Keeping it in the family

wayans brothers

 

So here I am in bed, kissing this complete stranger that Mr. Host had sent in to “take care of” me, another one of his cousins.  I was a bit peeved at Mr. Host, not only for ignoring me, but now he was giving me to someone else to fuck?  It was confusing, yet, I was excited too. 

The new guy was hot, better looking than either of his other cousins, and I liked his demeanor.  I was turned on by the concept, that I was about to fuck this guy I had never even met.  I wasn’t about to say no.

He was kissing me, one hand in my hair and the other between my legs, rubbing against the satin fabric.  He said “you’ve got a phat pussy under there, I can feel it.  I can’t wait to be inside you”.  He pulled off his boxers and tugged at my pajama pants, letting me take them, and my top, the rest of the way off, as he slid on a condom.  “I am looking forward to seeing this big, black, dick against that white skin” he said, as he watched me undress.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a white girl” he claimed as he was sliding his way in.  “MMMmmm, I can’t keep my hands out your hair…and you have such beautiful eyes.”  “God, you are so fucking tight”.  He kept telling me he couldn’t believe his good luck, happening to have stopped by at his cousin’s house.

The sex was good.  He was well endowed, though not exceptionally so.  You could tell he knew what he was doing.  Halfway through he was saying “this pussy is so good, I am definitely getting your number” and talking about how he wanted to come down to see me on his motorcycle.  He was thrilled when I told him I’ll be moving up that way soon.

At some point, not long after we started, I heard someone in the hallway, using the restroom.  You could hear a door open and close and the fan being turned on.  It made me wonder who was out there?  Had the Host and those other people even left?

After having me bend over on my hands and knees for a bit, he flipped me onto my back and said “I’m gonna fuck that ass now”.  I said “No, no, no, I don’t want that” and he was like “are you sure?  I seen it winking at me”.  I laughed “NO, it was definitely not winking at you”. He teased “oh yes it was, I saw when you were bent over the bed, it was giving me the eye”.  I said I’d done it before I just don’t like it.  His response was “you just haven’t been with a man who knows how to do it right”.  “But I bet all the guys say that to you, don’t they?” He laughed.  I said yep, that is exactly what they say!  Lmao.

He said my pussy was good enough that he wasn’t gonna really care one way or the other, and went back to fucking me again.  Towards the end he asked if it was okay to cum on my face and I said just don’t get it in my eyes.  So he pulled out and was pretending to spell out his initials on my face with his dick as he came, lmao.  He was like “I’ve gotta leave my mark on that”.

He cuddled with me for a bit and asked if I’d fucked the Host yet tonight.  I said no, and he couldn’t believe he’d let him come in there first.  He took down my number and texted my phone.  Then he left the room to go get a drink out of his car. 

He came back with a lemon iced tea for me that he said he’d just bought at the gas station before he came over.  He said he’d gone downstairs and seen the Host was fucking someone.  I asked who and he said he thought it was that same woman from earlier.  She was riding him and the Host had beckoned him over with his hand.  The cousin said he wasn’t sure if he meant for him to come join in or go get me but that he’d rather just be up here with me alone.

I was surprised the Host was fucking her.  I’m not sure why, I guess I should have assumed that he would be.  She wasn’t unattractive or anything, though she was in her 40’s and maybe a little worn looking.  She was tall and blonde and skinny. 

I guess that’s why he sent the cousin into me.  I’d certainly rather fuck him than the hillbilly guy, any day.  Plus, he DID ask if I had gotten my fun in and probably assumed I’d been fucking more than I had at the party.  Who knows what Mr. Hillbilly was doing?  Watching?  Passed out?  Haha

Anyhow, I fucked Mr. Cousin again (I might have to change his name later if I see him again, I don’t want any newbies to my blog to get confused or too many people finding it searching for incest stories, lmao).  This time he pulled the condom off towards the end and went right back in.  Totally defeats the purpose there, but not the first time a guy has pulled that!

After we were finished (and he again came on my face) he wanted to talk a lot.  He asked if I wanted to come with him to some jazz bar that was open till 6 am and eat catfish.  Normally, that might sound good, but I was tired and ready to sleep.

He was telling me all about how he and the Host and their other cousins have been sharing females since they were in high school.  He said his first sexual experience was actually a MFM threesome.  According to him though, it had been awhile since he’d shared someone with Mr. Host, specifically, and he has never been to a swinger party.

He said he makes a point of not judging women because then they open up to him a lot more.  I agreed that was true and admitted that I had grown up with a family that operated similarly, with the brothers/cousins all fucking the same women.

 The guy I had the affair with was from that same family, though I had promised him during that time I wouldn’t fuck his brothers.  We weren’t at the point where he wanted to share any longer and I would stay away from most of them these days, for various reasons.  I admit to laughing a couple of years ago when one of them posted on Facebook that all he wants is to find just ONE woman that hasn’t fucked any of his brothers or cousins, and all the responses were like “have you thought about moving to Alaska?” lol. 

 He finally left around 5:30 and I heard the Host and his company getting ready to leave a few minutes later.  I knew they’d have a 20 minute or so drive each way, so I drifted back to sleep.

I was awoken by Mr. Host climbing on my back and kissing my neck.  I peeked at the clock, 6:30, but pretended to be asleep.  I was still irritated with him.  I lay completely still and didn’t move.

He slid off my pj pants and started gently biting his way up my thighs and on the underside of my ass.  I didn’t budge.  So he spread my legs open and quickly entered me from behind.  I gasped and he whispered in my ear “are you ready for your 30 seconds?” I said “what. ever.” and we had great sex for like the next hour, twice, before falling asleep.  He was saying stuff like “who’s number 1? Tell me I’m number 1″…and promising that he is going to make the sex different each time so I’ll be sure to keep coming back for more.

He woke me up with more doggystyle sex, which was pretty good, cumming inside me, because again, he’s got a vasectomy.  I started my period the next day, thank God, so we know that other guy who came in me didn’t get me pregnant.

 Anyhow, it’s hard to stay mad and he later claimed that the reason he left me alone at the second party was to let me be and let me enjoy myself.  I don’t know about all THAT, but whatever.  I still had fun and it’s not worth the drama at this point.  Just have to be careful to keep myself emotionally distant.

Meeting cousin #3

casual in scarf

When I left you all, we were just getting in the truck to drive back to Mr. Host’s house, with a hillbilly couple who wanted to smoke some pot with him.  Me, I stopped smoking weed when I was 19, other than one time at a swinger party when I took a couple hits with a girl in her car.  So, not judging people who do and I don’t really care, but for the most part I avoid it these days.

I was definitely not feeling excited about sitting around while these people smoked up, especially after we got in the truck with them.  The guy was loud, annoying, and drunk.  The woman was nicer and more timid, but she had me rolling my eyes too.

They were sitting behind us and one of the first thing the woman says is “I’m scared”.  Okay, getting in a car with complete strangers, not knowing where you are going, can be scary, but it soon became apparent WHY she was “scared”.  Mr. Duck Dynasty starts talking about how they are “country” folk and not used to these “city” people.  Both he and his wife start hinting, but not actually saying out loud, that they are leery of Mr. Host because he is black.  EYEROLL…..

He reassured them that he is not like some of these “ratchet” people.  He was telling them what a “nice guy” he is and asking me to vouch for him, which I did, but was feeling pretty disgusted with it all.  They acted like he was some thug from the hood and he’s over here in a big old cowboy hat and cowboy boots, driving a nice truck, headed to a nice neighborhood with nice houses.  Dumb.

What made it even worse, is that if there was anyone “scary” in this vehicle, it was the hillbilly, biker dude.  He kept going on about things, like how he’d been in jail, his kid is currently locked up, and how he had all these people out to get him.  We stopped at a gas station for them to run in and get cigarettes and he was freaking out because there was a police car in the parking lot.  Mr. Host wouldn’t let him go inside, due to the way he was acting, and made him send his wife instead.

While she is in the convenience store, the man starts going on about how they have been together 24 years.  He said if anyone messed with his wife, he would kill him, stab him to death.  He described it in gruesome detail, but made sure to add “I mean if it were without my permission of course”. 

I wasn’t saying much and Mr. Host told them to crack the windows. “She doesn’t like the smoke”.  Yeah, and I didn’t like being around these people in general. 

As soon as we got back to the house, I went upstairs.  They were going to smoke in the garage and I really just wanted to go to bed.  I knew it would be a long time, by the time they finished and Mr. Host drove them all the way home.  I figured if he wants to sleep with me at this point, he is going to have to wake me up.

I was totally at “just screw this” and decided to wash off my makeup and get comfortable.  I changed into some purple satin pj pants and a matching camisole, no bra.  As I am walking out of the bathroom, I run into the woman.  She says Mr. Host sent her up here to check on me.

I told her I’m fine, just tired and going to bed.  There was a knock at the door and she freaks out again, saying she is scared.  I wasn’t scared, but I wasn’t about to answer it either, dressed the way I was.  I was hoping he hadn’t invited a bunch of people over to party.  I tried to call him on his phone but we could hear it ringing in the living room and he was out in the garage. 

She finally went downstairs to get him and I crawled into bed.  I could hear people talking, and the hillbilly man asking if Mr. Host could drive him home, so they wouldn’t have to call a cab. Mr. Host came in and asked why I didn’t tell him I didn’t want to hang out, claiming he wouldn’t have brought them home.

Apparently, vehemently stating I would not fuck that guy, wasn’t enough.  Then he tried to get me up to come with him when he drove them back.  I was lying on the bed on my stomach, ready to crash. I asked “can I just stay here?” and he finally said okay. He kissed me on the cheek and left.

I could hear voices in the other room as I started to drift off to sleep. A few minutes later, someone walks in.  It was a black man I had never seen before, dressed nicely, in a coat, hat and scarf.  I sat up. I had to strain a bit to see his face, in the light that was coming from the bathroom. 

He was cute. “Who are you?” I asked, as he started removing layers of clothing. “Mr. Host sent me here to take care of you, we didn’t want you to be scared all by yourself”.  He smiled and kept removing more clothing. “I’m Mr. Host’s cousin”.  I was staring at him, somewhat shocked but also turned on that this total stranger was obviously here to fuck me.  He had a nice body too.

I said “I’m totally being a bum, I don’t even have makeup on”.  He looked and me and commented “you don’t need makeup” as he hopped in bed next to me, in his boxers.  He pulled me up to his chest and wrapped his arms around me.  “You have nothing to be scared of, I am going to take really good care of you” he said, as he started to kiss me and let his hand slide down between my legs. 

Oh man, I’d better quit before this gets too long. I’ve got some stuff I need to do.  I’ll finish the story later. 😉

“I’m not like those other guys who just want sex…”

cuddling

I had a pretty chill Valentines Day this year. Mostly spent it with my kids but I was happy to hear from all the current guys from my life. Even Mr. Firm, who was off on a little romantic getaway with his girlfriend, remembered to text me, which put a smile on my face. It definitely helped combat the single-girl blues to know that there are a few guys who cared enough to say something. 🙂

The roads were finally clear enough for me to head to the city this weekend.  I had some business to do up there and the Host said I could stay overnight with him.  He said he had planned to go to to some swinger parties in another city and had three different couples lined up where he was supposed to have sex with the wife, but cancelled because of me. 

He claimed he would rather spend time with me and that we could go to some swinger parties.  He had reserved a hotel at one, then later decided we would go to two and “network” with some of the club owners in the area that he had spoken with.  They are working with him to help promote some of his parties.  He hopes to eventually open a club.

I got to his house around 8 pm and got ready to go out.  He stopped at the liquor store on the way and grabbed a couple bottles of wine.  He also brought along a couple of bottles of water, or so I thought, until I tried to take a drink out of one of them at the party and discovered it was vodka, lol.  I wasn’t the only one who made that mistake. 😉

Beforehand, he warned me that we were only going to spend a couple of hours at the first party, then we’d be going to a second.  He’d cancelled the hotel reservation and said if we brought anyone home it would be the club owners. 

The first party was the hotel one I once went to with Mr. Motorcycle.  It wasn’t near as packed as it had been the first time, but I did recognize a couple of familiar faces.  We put our coats and things down at a table with a couple of people. A woman I’ve met before came up to chat with me, while Mr. Host wandered off and was talking to people across the room.

When the woman left I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself.  I politely talked with the women sitting at the table for a minute but that was pretty boring.  Mr. Host seemed occupied, socializing, and I didn’t want to stand there looking like a dork.  I knew I didn’t want to be stuck at a table the whole time, like I was when I went to that party with Mr. Motorcycle, though.

Mr. Firm and I had actually talked about some of this beforehand and he had given me some advice.  He’d said to make sure and talk to the Host beforehand about boundaries and expectations, but I’d completely forgotten to do that (oops).  He also recommended getting a key to the hotel room myself if we got one (we didn’t) and that if he ignored me, not to just sit there but get up and do my own thing. 

I didn’t really know a lot of people there but I figured if I got up and walked around probably someone would say something to me.  So I went into the kitchen, where they had some hors d’oeurves. I was accosted by single guys who were standing around the food. 

One of the guys was the friend of the Pilot’s, whom he’d tried to get me to stay in a hotel room with, before our big blowout.  This guy had also danced with me at another party when I was with Mr. Motorcycle, but Mr. Motorcycle had wanted me to himself. He said his girlfriend was not with him this time, but that they were still really interested in getting together with me.  I already knew this because they had sent me a few emails, plus the Pilot had asked if I wanted them to have my number.  I’d told him no and not been answering them.

Anyhow, I was kind of trying to extract myself from the guy, when Mr. Host walked in and pulled me out, to introduce me to some people.  He was still following close on our heels and Mr. Host sort of gave him a look and he backed off.  We then went to talk with club owners. 

Mr. Host left me with them for a bit and was off doing his own thing across the room again.  So these good looking, white guys, who were visiting from Germany, approached me and we got into a long conversation.  They said they worked for the government and were American citizens but had been in Germany for 13 years and were only here for a few weeks on business.  They were telling me all about the swinger scene in Germany and I was pretty fascinated. 

They said they would love to have a threesome with me and that they had a big suite reserved at the hotel.  I told them I was here with someone and they asked who, so I pointed him out.  They said they were having a bunch of people over later to their room, including this couple nearby that they pointed out (very pretty woman and reasonably attractive man) and that he and I were both welcome to join them. 

After we’d been talking for a bit I notice that Mr. Host and some other guy are standing not too far away, watching us.  The other guy that had been trying to talk to me was standing not too far on the other side, watching us as well.  The German guys were like, “I see you have a fan club” …lmao.

So then Mr. Host walks right up between the guys and tells them that I am going to come with him for a minute and pulls me out to the dance floor.  I told him that the guys invited us to come back to their room later with a bunch of people and he says they aren’t even on the swinger site and just showed up here at the party.  We danced for a bit and then he was like “okay, now you can go back and talk to them again”.

I did for a bit but they didn’t mention coming back to their room again.  I was talking a bit with Mr. Host and some other people and this one black girl I have seen at some other parties (her husband is white) asks me if I know how to dance.  I was like “mmm..” and did a “so-so” motion with my hand so Mr. Host laughs and asks me to dance with him again.  Then afterwards the black girl pulled me out with her on the dance floor and said “quit lyin, I see you on that beat”.   We were playing around dancing for awhile and she later emailed me and wants to keep in touch.

I danced a little more with the Host but we didn’t spend a ton of time together.  He was teasing me about how I’d get my “30 seconds” (of sex) with him later and I’m saying “yeah right” but hoping he’s really joking, hahaha.  Because lord knows, I’ve had that experience a few too many times. 😉  He was also acting wild and crazy on the dance floor with this one black woman, who was down on her hands with her ass in the air and he is simulating like he is fucking her/at a rodeo and everyone is laughing at them. 

Mr. Host at some point told me that the D.J. at the party had seen and was asking about me.  He said “this guy really likes you”.  Sure enough, Mr. D.J. (a skinny white guy with a bunch of tattoos) was wanting to talk to me and telling me how gorgeous he thought I was and how he isn’t like the other guys and just here for sex.  Um, okay.

The Pilot’s friend found me again and said he saw me talking to the white guys and was going to “rescue” me because he knows my “flavor is not vanilla” but that he had decided to let me “flounder” for a bit.  Whatever, lol.  Then he wanted me to talk with him in a back room, beside the kitchen. 

He pulls me over there and tells me that he and his girlfriend really like me and that his girlfriend had told him that of all the women she’s seen at the parties I am the only one she would consider doing a bi thing with.  She doesn’t normally go for women, he said, but thought that I had “kind eyes”.  Then he goes on to tell me all about how he is “not like the other guys” and “just here for sex” (gosh, we’ve never heard that one before, now have we?  lmao).  He was like telling me all this stuff about how his girlfriend said he could find a girlfriend for himself and that he would like to help me move into my new house when I come to town and take my kids to air shows and it was like ooookay…hahaha

Mr. Host finally texted the guy and said that if I am with him, he is leaving the party.  So I hightailed it out of there, got my stuff and left with him to the next place.  While he was pulling up his truck for me, I was standing in the lobby talking to this woman who said she was there with some guy while his wife was with her “sub” because she is a dominatrix.  You meet the most interesting people in the lifestyle, lol.

I’m going to cut this short here and finish the rest of the story (the more exciting parts) later so it doesn’t get too long. 😉  Don’t worry, there is more to come.  I just think its hilarious that all these people at swinger parties try to act like they aren’t in it for the sex.  Mr. Host told me the EXACT SAME THING when we first met but when I brought it up on the drive to the next party, he pretended to think it was crazy that anyone would say that if they are in the lifestyle.  Oh yeah, and he was also “not like the other guys”….yeaaahh…neither is the guy I saw at the last swinger party, who found me on Plenty of Fish. Or so says his profile 😉

Why do I “prefer” black men?

interracial couple in bed

This is one of those posts that has the potential to upset and offend just about everyone in some way or another, so I’ve been procrastinating, lol, but there have been a couple of times I said I would write it up.  So, here you go, in question and answer format. 

Most of these are real questions that people have asked at some time or another.  Don’t expect them to be politically correct and I can’t be responsible for other people’s thought processes.  Some, I find offensive too, but I’m going to attempt to answer them anyhow. I’m a big fan of DISCUSSING things rather than shushing people up and telling them they are wrong to ask. 

I’m writing it out in this manner because I think the assumptions people make can be really crazy and so far off from the truth.  Sometimes I understand why they might think a certain way and others I am just shaking my head.  Still, its not like everyone doesn’t wonder.  Maybe YOU were too afraid to ask ;). 

Ever since high school, I’ve been getting this:
Lovergirl, why don’t you ever date white guys?

Who says I don’t?  Why would they assume this?  Mostly it’s…white guys..who ask.  I guess its true, that even back then, the majority of the guys I dated were black.  Still, I’m a never say never kind of girl, especially when it comes to things like sex.  😉

Just for fun, I sat down and figured out the actual percentages for you.  Yeah, I was feeling like a nerd. 😉  This is the breakdown of guys I “count” as having had sex with (invoking the Bill Clinton clause-it doesn’t include oral).  Here are my pussy’s demographics:

Black- 75%
White- 13.23%
Asian- 1.47%
Latino- 2.94%
Mixed race- 7.35%

In every case the “mixed” group was a mix of black and white. 

Actually, the first guy I ever had sex with was white, followed by the second guy, who was Asian and then the third, who was black.  Bam! Bam! Bam!  Got that out of the way as soon as I could, hahaha. 😉  I’m playing. I honestly didn’t even think about it at the time, though now it is kind of cool to be able to say I’ve tasted the rainbow. 🙂

Anyhow, we’ve established that its not “never”.  I’ve always been kinda bugged by people who say they would “never” date someone of a different race, but it’s even more weird when you apply that to your own!  How can you block out an entire race of people from your sexual realm of possibility, and how lame is it to discount your OWN freaking race??  WTF??

Honestly, it bothers me when I hear black men say they won’t date black women and I fully understand why some black women get pissed.  The other day at the swinger party where I was talking with two women, a white guy (the one I had just given a blow job to, actually) walked out the door and they both commented that he was cute but they couldn’t fuck him.  The one girl said “I just can’t do white guys anymore” and the other agreed.  They were both white.  I kept my mouth shut but inwardly I was rolling my eyes.

HOWEVER, that said, I clearly do have a preference.  My general preference is black men.  That is USUALLY what I am attracted to.  It’s actually a very strong preference, as you can see from my numbers above.  I sometimes don’t want to admit it, like when the Professor was looking at my swinger site emails and noticed “you don’t even open the white guys’ mail!” That wasn’t entirely true though, I just hadn’t opened MOST of their mail, lol.

Is it because you hate your dad and are trying to get back at him?

This one is kind of entertaining.  Because, well, I didn’t really know my dad until I was a teenager and in the meantime, I had three stepdads.  The first one was white, the second was from South America and the third was black. 

I hated my third stepdad, and still do, but the last way I would try to “get back” at him would be to date black men.  So, hopefully that answers the question as to whether I would date that way because I was “close” to my stepfather too.  NOPE. 

If my black stepfather had been my only exposure to black men and I was one to assume they were all like him, I’d be a racist bitch.  It didn’t happen that way though, thankfully.  Maybe because I was around enough OTHER family members, who were also black, to not make those kinds of assumptions.

I always felt like I was treated like part of the family, for the most part.  While some of his family weren’t too keen on the fact that he was married to a white woman, they didn’t take it out on ME, because I was a kid.  I was just thrown into the mix with the zillions of cousins running around and really no one seemed to think much of it.

Is it because black guys have bigger dicks?

I’ve gone over this one in my post Big Black Men, Is it True?  So if you haven’t read that, head over there.  The answer is no.  That really has nothing to do with it at all.  When white guys tell me they are “black below the belt” it doesn’t turn me on.  I’m just shaking my head.

Is it because you fucked black guys at a young age and “once you go black you never go back?”

Again, I am a never say never kind of girl, remember?  Even after sleeping with a lot of black guys, I went away to an almost totally white college and guess who I fucked there?  White guys!  In fact, that is where I met my ex husband, who was white.

I get this question more from black men than white ones, actually.  What was really entertaining was after I first met my ex husband and went back home for the summer. 

When I first came back, some girlfriends and I went over to this guy’s house.  There were probably like 15 people over there hanging out.  Maybe 5 girls and 10 guys, all of whom were black (except me).  One of the guys asked who I was dating and I told them about my ex.

He thought that was crazy and announced “Lovergirl is dating a white dude!!!” Soon, the attention was all on me, while he and a few of the other guys grilled me right and left and totally made fun of that fact. 

He was like “you aren’t really dating a white guy, you can’t date a white guy! Once you go black you NEVER go back”.  The girls had to jump in “how can you tell her she can’t date a white guy??  She’s white!  You act like she’s black or something!!”  He asked “what’s his name?” and I told him his name and he starts busting out laughing and all the guys are “that is such a white name, hahahaha”.  I said “he’s white!” lmao “what do you expect??  You want his parents to give him a black name?” hahaha

The teasing went on for awhile, with the guys telling me he was probably cheating on me and me saying “no he isn’t”.  The girls were like “he’s not cheating on her!  He’s white!!”  and the guys were saying he was probably doing so right at that very moment.  :p  Then they threatened to call my ex boyfriend, the crazy drug dealer one, and tell him the news.  They were pretending to pick up the phone and I was all “go ahead!!  Why would he care, I’m not talking to him anymore anyway”.   

The whole thing ended with the guy whose house we were at telling me I “even look more white” and pretending to sneer at me, lmao.  Then he was like “you’ll be back…wait”.  Hahaha  I guess I can’t argue about that. 😉

Hold on, wait.  You have sex with all these black guys and then the guy you chose to MARRY was white?  Is this some sort of latent racism?  Did you think he was better marriage material and a better person to make babies with because of his whiteness?

No.  It wasn’t because he was white that I married him.  I actually always wanted to have a biracial baby, because of my little brother and sister.  When they were born I was a young teenager and took care of them all the time.  I thought they were the cutest things on earth and adored my younger siblings.  I totally wanted a mixed race baby, lol. 

However, I DID think my ex husband was completely different from all the other guys I had been with and more “marriage material”.  So this question gave me a pause for just a minute.  Why did I think that?  Was it more than just the fact that he had been the one to ASK me to get married or that his parents kind of pressured us in that direction?  I never dated any black guys whose parents were pressuring them to marry a white girl, btw, lol. 

If there was ONE stereotype I think I had in my head at the time regarding black men, it was that “black men always cheat”.  I know that this is probably unfair, and of course not always true, but it is what it is.  I’d grown up with that imbedded into my brain, mainly from black women!  Not to mention I’d had quite a few experiences of being cheated ON by black guys, including 3 who impregnated someone else whilst we were dating.

I didn’t want to marry someone who would cheat on me.  So I think in some way that probably DID factor into my decision at the time.  Now that I’m older and wiser I’d say everyone cheats, or they will, if they have the option.  If they have the option and don’t think they would get caught, years after being married…I suspect MOST men AND women, would cheat, black or white.

Shortly before I actually ended up cheating on my ex husband, I was emailing back and forth with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time on MySpace.  She is biracial and has 5 kids with like 5 different dads.  She was relaying a story of one of the dads, who had asked her to marry him and got her to come to another state and even gave her a ring, before she discovered that he was ALREADY married and had given her his current wife’s ring!  Nuts. 

She said “you’re lucky, you married a white guy, you don’t have to worry about him cheating on you”.  She went on to lament that she could never date a white guy herself.  I guess I’ll never know if my ex actually cheated on me but he did eventually fall in love with someone else, so there goes that theory down the drain!

Anyhow, sometimes I kind of wish I had married a black man.  For all the negative press black men get, I’m virtually always impressed by what great fathers the guys I see are.  I mean,  they go over and above, and I am so sad for my own children that they don’t have that.

I think a lot of black men, these days, make it a HUGE priority to be a good dad.  It’s like all their lives they have seen the negative effects in the black community and all the stereotypes and go completely the opposite direction.  I wish someone had drilled this into my ex husband’s head while they were knocking him over it with the Bible.  Sigh…

You must have a sexual “fetish” for black men.

I don’t think that is the case.  It’s true that I am more physically attracted, usually, to black men.  Why that is, I can’t say for sure.  I can say that there are plenty of black men I am NOT attracted to and that the ones I am, tend to fall into a very specific “type”.  So like any other “type” that a person has, mine is black men that fall into whatever attraction template I have.  Actually, I think I have a couple.  Most of the guys I see, look or act, in some way, like a man that I have liked previously.  I guess that is part of my natural selection bias.

I also prefer black men to date, not just for sex.  I tend to feel a lot more comfortable with black men and have more in common.  Maybe that is due to not having been around as many white guys growing up.  Even when I had the South American stepfather, most of the families we associated with were not white.  I sometimes have a harder time relating to white guys, despite being white myself.

Even with my ex husband, I never really felt “close” to him, whereas a lot of times I can talk better with black men and feel more understood.  Maybe it is because I don’t really have the same cultural background as most white men.  When I went away to an all white, country, college, it was actually kind of a culture shock for me.  The music, movies, and general attitude that I grew up with veered more towards black than white.  Not that I didn’t have white friends or go to predominately white schools, because I did, but at home it was different.

So what is it that you like about black men and why do you think you choose them?

This is the hard part, because I can’t write it without admitting to having some stereotypes.  I like to think I don’t, but I guess we all do to some extent, like it or not.  Here is the deal though, I have certain traits that I like and have come to look for in men.  In my experience, it is much EASIER to find what I am looking for in a black man. 

What I think it boils down to, is that I percieve black men as being more “Alpha” in general.  Before the white guys get too upset and disagree, let me explain.  It’s not that white guys don’t sometimes have “Alpha” characteristics or that ALL black men fit the description. It just seems, in our culture and at least, here in the U.S., that with white guys it’s something like 20% of the population versus 80% of black men.

Let’s say, for example, that I am looking for a man who is dominant in bed.  I go on a sex site and find 10 black guys and 10 white guys.  Probably 8 of the black men are going to fit that description, but only 2 of the white guys.  Since the majority of the population is white (and especially where I live now), if I just focus on the black men, I can get what I want a LOT faster and not have to filter through zillions of passive white dudes.  Plus, because there are few black men in this area, I have an even smaller group to narrow it down to.

Ever feel like you are totally overwhelmed at Walmart because there are sooo many choices to pick from, for something as basic as shampoo?  It’s like I don’t even know where to start and I don’t want to try each one to figure out if it (he) is what I am looking for.  Would be much faster to run around the corner to the place that only sells a few salon brands. 

Anyow, that might be a bad analogy because I usually do just grab a Walmart shampoo, lmao, and I like to try different ones. 😉  But hopefully, I’m making SOME sense. 

What are the traits that you associate more often with black men, that you like?

Well, we have established the more dominant part.  I think that tends to be true, both in and out of the bedroom.  Now get ready for the massive generalizations, but I find them to be mostly true in my experience.

In general, black men that I meet, are more likely to have some of the following characteristics:

Dress nicely (white European guys do this but in the U.S., white guys tend to think this is “gay”)
Take good care of their physique or are “athletic”
Meticulous hygeine
Clean freaks (I love this and you rarely come across black men that are slobs)
LIKE to talk about relationships, and sex (for some reason white guys don’t seem as interested in this a lot of times)
Less judgemental
More complimentary
Less emotionally reserved and more willing to talk about feelings
More protective
More of a gentleman in how they treat women
Less critical
More supportive, emotionally
Put more emphasis on family and ties to friends

AND…what I know you really want to know…IN the bedroom

More emotionally expressive and PASSIONATE
More appreciative of my body
More dominant and commanding
More sensual and “romantic”
Care more about my pleasure in a non-supplicating way
Less selfish
More experienced

OF COURSE-

There are plenty of lame black men out there too, but I do seem to be able to find what I am looking for more often and I do love the color contrast of dark skin on lighter skin in bed.  I’ve been with a couple of white guys that were good in bed but they didn’t open up as much.  I’ve also had a disproportionate amount of one night stands with white guys.  It’s like they are quicker to hit it and quit it or think of you as “slutty” afterwards. 

My other deal with the white guys I have come across on dating sites is that they seem to go to extremes.  It’s like they are either super passive or they go crazy with it and take “dominant” to mean rough, aggressive and MEAN, which I hate.  I once put out a Craigslist ad looking for a “freak” in the bedroom.  It was like all the black guys knew exactly what I meant but the white guys were talking about totally off the wall shit, involving all kinds of props and stuff that I would never want to do.  I don’t know, maybe that’s just part of the communication barrier I was talking about earlier.

I know some of you all are probably chomping at the bit by now, but these are just my observations, experiences and feelings.  Thoughts?

Craigslist Encounter

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Tonight I had a little Craigslist adventure and ended up fucking a guy with a girlfriend (and a wife, he’s still technically married too, haha).  OMG this guy was HOT though! He looked like a male model.  He’s tall and in fantastic shape, bald, light skinned, black man with hazel eyes.  Gorgeous.

I’m moving in a couple of months anyway, so what the hell? Taken men don’t get as needy and I don’t have to worry about it turning into anything before leaving. Perfect arrangement for me right now. I have to say though, to all the women reading this. Do you know where your man is on a Saturday night while you are working? Um, probably trawling Craigslist looking for casual sex. :p

The town I call home is a college town, home to a big state university, and that is where he went to school. When I was in high school, he was there and playing football.  We were hitting all the same clubs and parties so had a lot to talk about as far as that goes.  He said that makes me “almost like family”, lmao!  Anyhow, it is a fairly small town and of course when I was younger I was a wild child.  We sometimes liked to go to parties where the college football and basketball players were going to be.  I am sure we probably know some of the same people, and he made a comment to that effect, but we didn’t get into discussing who or anything, not tonight.

What had happened was that I ended up stuck home this evening, without the kids, but nothing to do.  I had expected my period to be here by now, but it hasn’t arrived.  (Don’t worry I’m not pregnant, I didn’t really think there was a chance but took a test anyway, just to be sure.)  My periods have been kind of wacky so not a big deal.

Anyhow, Mr. Host had invited me to a big deal swinger party in another city but I declined, thinking I was going to be on the rag and it wouldn’t be a good idea.  He’s there though and texted at least once and said he was enjoying himself, lol.  I hadn’t bothered to try and make any other plans.

So I’m here, and no period and like what am I going to do?  I had texted with the Professor a bit but he was being lame as usual, hinting that he isn’t getting any sex but not seeming to want to take it there with me. He said he had planned to go to the big swinger party that the Host is at but decided he was too tired and it was too expensive. I told him “maybe I will hit up Craigslist” and he still didn’t offer, but acted all pathetic and was saying “oh, you’ll probably find someone there then”.  I swear sometimes I think he is just trying to get validation from me, like he wants to lead me on to thinking he wants to have sex and then turn me down.  Fuck that.  LOL 

Okay, so I’m like screw it, I haven’t been on Craigslist in forever, let’s see what I can drum up tonight.  I answered a couple of guys’ ads and one was texting me.  He said he is visiting from Australia and I was only feeling so-so about him.  Then he asked me if I was bi but when I was all “well, sometimes I will play with women but I mostly like men,” he stopped responding.  He was probably on the hunt for a threesome or something.  Who knows?

I decided I would just put up my own ad.  Past experience has told me that this usually gets me 30 or so emails, in about half an hour, before my post is flagged and taken down.  Whether I got any responses tonight really didn’t matter much to me one way or another, but I thought I would give it a whirl. 

I’ve met several guys off there in the past, the Married Man, my Fuck Buddy, the guy who originally told me about the swinger site (and who I had sex with on the trailhead of a local walkway), the super young guy that I didn’t want to have sex with again after the first time just due to the age difference (he was 22 at the time and I was 35), the Latino guy who was obsessed with the fact that he could squirt out milk from my boobs, and it seems like there might have been someone else.  So I figured there was a 50/50 chance that there might be someone decent out there tonight.  If not, no big deal.

Here was my post, lmao.  I dropped a couple of years off my age just so I wouldn’t be easily identifiable.  I told the guy when I met him how old I actually am.  He is 40.  Why did I put black men preferred?  I don’t know, that might be a blog post for another day, but 9 times out of 10 that is what I go for anyway and I was in a hurry.  I had to go pick up my kids in a few hours.

Think you are good in bed? (Black men preferred) – w4m – 35 (xxxxxx)

 

 

Prove it to me. 😉 Looking for an attractive black man who knows what he is doing in the bedroom. Would love to have a little fun. You would have to host. I’m an attractive, white female, hwp and I am real. The weather in xxxxxx today was a lot warmer than yesterday! Please put “I’m THAT good” in the heading of your email so I know YOU are for real and tell me WHY you are. 😉 Also, enclose a face pic. I’ll probably only answer a handful of emails tops, so don’t get too mad if I don’t get to you, lol.

Of course, I got lots of interesting responses.  Here was the one from the man I finally met up with:

Saw your post.  Just have me curious.  I am good, because sex is about you, not me.  I like to please and thats not just with my COCK.. I like to find your hot spots.  Take my time and enjoy you.  Listen to your breathing, feel you get chills and moan and scream..  But, I don’t think you can handle it..  LOL  

Okay, I liked his response, especially compared to the others.  Plus, when he sent a pic I was like yeah, he is handsome.  He was dressed nicely, confident pose, and looked appealing.  When we finally met, it was in the parking lot, in front of a restaurant.  We didn’t even bother to go in and headed straight back to his house.  I asked him (AFTER I got in the car with him, lol) if he was a serial killer and he said no. 😉

Just for fun, here are a couple of the other responses: 

Well, first of all, I’m not a black guy. I haven’t had sex in a couple of years and am down for an all nighter. Maybe cum 2-3 times. Love to eat pussy, it’s probably my favorite thing. The sound of a woman writhing in pleasure makes me hard everytime, even if I just blew my load. If you’re interested mail me back. Would love to see a pic. I’m 37 years old.

(Did he just tell me he hasn’t had sex in a couple of years? ::: smacks forehead:::)

I would love to blow your mind. Have you ever had a two hour massage with a guy inside of you the whole time. I would start with lots of kissing and foreplay. Once you are wet moist and swollen I would put myself deep inside of you. I would start the massage by massaging your head. Then I would massage your face, ears and knock. I would need total control the whole time. I would slightly thrust back and forth to stay hard. If I get to excited then I will need you to be still as I rest deep inside of you with out either one of us moving. If I start to get soft then I will need to thrust hard several times. I then will move to your arms, fingers, wrist, and shoulders. I will find out what relaxes you what makes you tense and what makes you wet or moan with excitement. I then will move to your chest and give special attention to your breast. Playing with and squeezing your nipples between my fingers and thumb.  Still gently thrusting. You get the picture. How does this sound?

(I’m not sure which is worse, massaging my ears or losing his erection inside of me.  Wtf?)

The other ones weren’t quite so bad, and there was even a guy I almost considered because he told me that he would show me why “older is better” (he was 48) but when I sent him a picture of my face all he said was “nice tits”.  Idk, just too crass already.  Just because I am on Craigslist doesn’t mean I am not picky.

Then there was the guy who got mad because I didn’t answer fast enough (there is always one of those):

Damn you white women drive me nuts. All talk.

(::: eyeroll :::)  Too bad because his picture was kind of cute too.

Anyhow, I met this guy and he took me back to his place.  It was a very nice townhome and well decorated.  It was 7:45.  He had told me before that his girlfriend got off work at 9 pm so I was a little leery about that.  I asked about the time issue and he said it was no big deal. 

He offered me a beer.  I don’t generally like the taste of beer but it was actually a pretty good one.  He said he likes “classier” beers and I looked at the name but can’t for the life of me remember it.  We sat on bar stools and talked for awhile. I liked him and thought he is going to be fun, but we don’t have much time.

According to him this is the first time he ever met someone off Craigsist.  He says he has been reading the posts for awhile but never actually met anyone.  We talked about swinger parties. He was curious about that but scared to post pics of himself online, even body pics, due to where we live.  He said he’s the only black person in his whole workplace (medical sales) and that everyone around here recognizes him.  I have to say I am surprised I’ve never seen him before, he’s like 5 minutes from my house.

We talked about our kids, the town I grew up in, what we like in bed,various things, while I finished up my beer (he was drinking one too).  The clock was ticking.  Finally, he invited me back to the bedroom.

He had a very nice bed, all made up with a fancy comforter and tons of pillows.  The first thing he asked me was if I had ever tried a Hitachi Magic Wand.  I said yes I had recently, at a party and he pulled one out.  After kissing and removing our clothes, (well I was still in a bra and panties) he told me to try it. 

He wanted me to start using it on myself while he dug in the drawer of the nightstand, looking for a condom.  I slipped off my panties and obliged. WOW that felt good!  This one only had two speeds, unlike the 10 speed one the girl had at the party.  It was intense, but kind of even more fun using it on myself.  I briefly hoped he cleans this thing off, lmao.  It looked clean though.

He came over while I was playing and started to kiss me and kiss on my body.  He pulled away my bra and started sucking on my boobs. His hands were roaming over my body while he let me finish myself off.  I came hard, then turned the thing off.

He set it aside and climbed on top of me.  He slid in easily and it felt really good, but about 30 seconds in he had to pull out.  He was like “it feels soo good I am going to cum”.  He waited a minute and then went back in.  “Your pussy is so good, it feels so good, I am going to cum”.  He pulled back out and came on my stomach.  He was like “it’s been awhile since I’ve done this”.

He went and got a towel for me to clean up with.  We talked for a minute and he said he definitely wants to see me again, especially now that he knows where I am from.  We hugged and kissed a minute and he drove me back to my car, promising to text later.  It was 8:45. 

I got a text from him a few minutes ago letting me know he will be gone for two weeks on vacation then back for a week, before off for some other meeting, but that he definitely wants to get together again.  At this point I would give him another chance. 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another house party (part 1)

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I’m eager to write about what happened this weekend, though short on time.  So bear with me if I can’t finish it all and you are left with another cliff hanger. 😉

Mr. Firm has begun reading my blog.  So far so good.  😉  He really seems to like it!  Whew!!  Of course, when I had texted with him last, he was only back to like August of this year.  He hadn’t read about all the drama with the Professor, my past, some of my more weak, insecure postings.  If he keeps reading he will see it all, the good, the bad and the ugly.

I was totally relieved by his response to what he has read thus far.  He said not to be embarrassed, that my experiences don’t even scratch the surface of some of the stuff he has done.  I believe him, lol.  You don’t get that good in bed without some serious practice!! 😉 It’s a really good feeling to have acceptance from someone who knows me personally, after reading all I have written. I feel like I have trusted the right person.  So few men are able to truly handle my sexuality, and with him I feel safe.

He said we will have a lot to discuss and he may even make some comments on the blog.  I think that will be very educational.  I’m pretty sure he’s someone I can and will learn a LOT from, both inside and outside the bedroom.  I look forward to what the future holds in that regard, especially now that he knows some of my deep, dark desires. 😉  Of course, he said he had me pegged on a lot of that stuff already, I guess due to how we interact and in the bedroom plus what he has seen in others.

He says he is going to answer some of my questions, like what he means when he says I fuck him like he “needs” and whether I missed out on not coming for a gangbang.  LMFAO, that should be eye opening!  😉 🙂 I’m looking forward to more of his response.

In the meantime I had another interesting weekend!!  I attended another party thrown by The Host.  It wasn’t quite as fun as the last time but I had my share of adventures!

Right before leaving town, the Professor texted me.  He asked what I was doing and seemed kind of upset that I was leaving to go to a party.  I felt like he was trying to guilt trip me, like he did in the past when we were seeing each other.  Only now, he really has no excuse.  He said he knew I was probably going to “have fun” and I said “maybe” and he said “yeah right, you know you will”.  He seemed a tad jealous, but hey, he’s not fucking me, so why does it even matter anymore? It’s been 9 months since we have had sex.

Anyhow, I got to the party and was a little disappointed.  There weren’t as many people there as last time, even though I arrived almost two hours after it started.  There were a few of the same couples and people but most I didn’t recognize from the last party.  I have seen quite a few of them at other swinger clubs however.  It made me feel a little better about him not inviting Mr. Firm.  Maybe he was just trying to vary the list and only invited a handful of the same folks, like me and this couple that was in the bed with us last time.  His cousins, the two I had played with, were there and one woman who I met before who later told me she is his Aunt.  A few of the single women were the same and I figure maybe that’s because they are people he is fucking, lol.

In any case, at first I couldn’t even find HIM because I guess he was out in the garage smoking with a bunch of people, and I don’t smoke, so I hadn’t even realized they were out there.  Nevertheless, I talked a little bit with the security guys and made my way around the house to see who was there.  I spoke with a couple people I recognized before finally finding Mr. Host and him telling me where I could find some wine.  I was cautioned by several people, somewhat jokingly, not to drink too much.  I guess my passing out last time made an impression, ha!  People were monitoring my drink levels the whole entire party. :p  I was only allowed 3 cups. lol

Anyhow, I mingled and chatted and did my thing though it at first seemed a little more difficult than last time.  A few different guys kind of hit on me but none of them seemed that appealing.  Still, I tried to be friendly.

After awhile people started to go into some of the back bedrooms and close doors.  We all know what that means.  😉  So I found an excuse to make my way back to the “public” play room that was the main bedroom.  In there a woman was using a Hitachi magic wand on another woman while several couples and a few singles watched.  When I walked in the door I was invited to be next, and I obliged.

I lay on the bed, while the redheaded girl I went down on at another party cleaned off the wand.  She sprayed some cotton candy lube in my mouth, saying taste this stuff, its really good isn’t it?  She said she had gotten it at a Passion Party.  That reminds me that I have a girlfriend from high school who throws those.  She’d tried to get me to have one awhile back, a “divorce party” after my marriage fell apart, but I felt like, at the time, none of the ultra conservative Christian people I was hanging around with would have been interested, lol.

Anyhow, while like 20 people watched, she helped me pull off my clothes and boots and put the toy against my clit.  Part of the time she was fingering me as well and the whole thing felt really good.  The older black man from the previous party, the one who had cum all over my face in 15 seconds, pulled down my top and started sucking on one of my boobs.  A Mexican girl started playing with the other.  People continued to walk in and out of the room to see what was going on and she upped the vibrator to a level 5 (out of 10). It had some sort of pulsating motion that was feeling really good. She said that was her favorite level too.

The older guy moved out of the way and I think motioned to his wife, who came over and started sucking on my boob in his place. I finally came, not loudly like I sometimes do during sex, but enough that people could tell that I needed to stop.

I am not sure who all was even in there at that point but I know I’d seen the host come in and out and some other single guys. One of the security guys, the one I’d had sex with the time before, was paying attention because he commented that he’d seen I was having fun. He and I continued to flirt a bit throughout the party and he had told me he couldn’t wait to get finished “working” so we could play.

After I walked out of the room, I heard a woman moaning loudly in another bedroom. Outside the door was a guy listening in and he said “that’s my wife and the Host”. He looked to be enjoying it.

I continued to mingle and awhile later the redhead who had used the magic wand on me comes up and says in a low voice, “OMG, did you see that guy I just came out of the room with?” I said no and she was like “his dick is THIS BIG” motioning with her hands. “It was HUGE, I don’t mean just kind of huge, I mean HUGE, like where it actually hurt and I have never even seen a dick that big”. I asked who it was and she kind of described him and said he was wearing a blue shirt.

So I took note but didn’t see the guy for a bit until she passed me near the stairs and says “that’s him, over there”. Oh, okay, that guy had been trying to hit on me earlier and I thought he was lame. I’d gotten kind of bored and made an excuse to ditch him. Now, I was sufficiently curious, lmao. I decided I’d have to let him try again later. 😉

So after awhile I see him and the redheaded girl together on the couch and I decided to join them. I sat on the other side of her and they were sharing pictures and looking at the swinger site. She kind of discreetly flashes me a dick pic that he had just sent on her phone. It did look pretty big, though you can’t always tell in a picture. I had to see this in real time to decide if I agreed, lol. The three of us talked for a couple minutes before she got up and left.

Of course, then he starts trying to talk to me again. I listened while he told me how he would love to take me on a date and to the movies and out to eat. He said I seem like the type of girl that would love to go to “vanilla parties” and just do “vanilla” things with him. WTF? Why would I be here then?? I figured he must be worn out from the sex and was trying to make a date for later because of that.

He blabbed on and on about how all the white girls where I live are so enlightened and intelligent and they all listen to rnb (because I said that was my favorite genre when he asked). Yeah right! I live in a racist, redneck hell-hole that doesn’t even HAVE an rnb station, and most people there listen to country music and lame ass pop. Whatever, but he was clearly trying to flatter me that way.

I’m thinking, I wish this guy would just shut up and pull out his cock already, lol. We exchanged numbers, and FINALLY he kisses me. We made out for a little bit before he asked me if I wanted to go back to one of the bedrooms.

So we go in the room and clothes start coming off and and he finally pulls off his pants. That girl was NOT LYING, lmao!! He was freaking HUGE! He had to be over 10 inches and as thick as my wrist!! It was like a freaking tree trunk! I was seriously kind of glancing down there thinking “oh crap, I don’t know if I can do this” haha.

I started giving him a blow job and was very thankful for the practice I’ve had with my fuck buddy and someone who was really thick around. Because I at least had some idea what to do when you can barely get your mouth around it. He seemed to be enjoying it a lot. He went down on me too and was pretty good at that.

He put on a condom (yeah all those guys who claim that their magnum condoms are too tight are lying, lmao, cause if this guy could wear one anyone could). The sex was fairly good, though he had to go slow. When he asked me to get on my hands and knees though, I was a bit reluctant. I’m thinking, how the fuck does he think I am going to be able to do that?? Hahaha but I just said “BE CAREFUL” and we kind of managed, with him going very slow. It still hurt at some angles and it wasn’t like we could finish that way.

He pulled out, took off the condom, and I blew him some more. He asked if he could cum in my mouth and I didn’t answer right away. I really didn’t want him to. I love it when its with a guy I am into, but really, those are few and far between. With most guys it seems repulsive. It’s like a mental block, I have to be really into the guy or the sex to want to swallow his cum.

He asked again and I kind of shook my head no. So he pulled it out and said then he was gonna save his cum for next time, so I’d be sure to have something to come back for. :p Asshole, lol.

Don’t think I finished here, though that was mostly the end with that particular guy. There’s still lots more to tell. I have to get off the library computer now though. Booo!! Till next time!

A couple swap with the Producer!!

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Last night the Producer and I went to a swinger party.  He’d expressed interest in going, so I agreed to take him to one here in town.  I was a bit reluctant at first but when I discovered the party was schoolgirl themed, I changed my tune.  I’d bought a cute little schoolgirl outfit awhile back on clearance, for just such an occasion, and was excited for a chance to wear it!

I admit I was a little nervous about how things would go.  The Producer has expressed reluctance to “share” me in the past and I wondered how that was going to go over and if he was really just wanting to find a woman to hook up with.  The party didn’t allow single males so it would mostly be couples swapping and possibly an occasional single female anyhow. 

Much to my surprise he was actually pretty cool about things.  On the way to dinner I brought up the question of how he would feel about me hooking up with another guy and he said not to worry, he wasn’t going to trip.  He said we were going TOGETHER and leaving together and that he knew he’d end up taking me home in the end so that made him happy.

We had a great dinner and discussion beforehand.  I wore my new little white dress, despite it being after Labor Day (screw the “rules”, lol) and the first thing the hostess said to me at the restaurant was “I really love that dress, it’s so cute!!”  I got carded by the waitress, who said she was told to question anyone who looked under 30, so that made my day too! Ha!  Especially since I just had my ::cough37thcough::: birthday!!!  Shhhh…..

While we were eating the Producer kept staring at me and saying every time he sees me I look even sexier.  He was like “I am so sprung”.  Later on he was telling the same thing to people at the party, lol.

He recently mentioned a girl he knows who is from my hometown.  She is a stripper, and I guess at some point a few years ago wanted to move in with him to get away from bad influences there.  I had said hmmm, what is her name and he told me.  Looked her up on my phone on Facebook and sure enough we had 48 mutual friends, one of whom was one of my sisters. 

He was watching over my shoulder and was like, uh-oh, now I know who to ask about you.  Scrolled through the mutual friends and saw that I am also friends with a guy he knows from the music industry.  He and some other guys I grew up with actually made it pretty big for a while there.

This had him even more determined to find out about me.  He said he was going to call them both and try to dig up some dirt.  I tried to dissuade him and was like, all that and anything I did back then was a loooong time ago and doesn’t define me now.  He was shaking his head and saying he bet he was going to find out I was “gangsta”.

Oh shit.  He had me freaked out there for a bit, lol.  This lead to a discussion where he demanded to know how many sexual partners I had in the past.  I said it was irrelevant but he wouldn’t let it be and I finally told him.  Fortunately his numbers are much higher than mine.  He says he’s slept with over 250 people so that’s no big deal to him.  Whew!

As for the “gangsta” part, let’s just say he revealed some of his past and it’s much worse than mine so I have room to breathe.  Even if he does talk to someone and they tell him about my past or that I used to date a big deal drug dealer, it shouldn’t cause too much trouble.  He’s even admitted he has a huge “thing” for innocent looking females with a dark side. 😉 Anyhow, maybe all that discussion made him more open to exploring with me at the party because it was afterwards that he suggested we go to one. 

The night of the party he reserved a motel room at the official swinger hotel, right across from the building we would be in.  I warned him that it was kind of seedy and people leave their doors open where you can watch them fuck.  I’ve only been in there once before and it was after the 2nd party I went to with the Professor, that I haven’t really written about.  The rooms were full but he flirted with the girl making the reservations and she cancelled someone else, who hadn’t put theirs on a credit card, just so we could get in.

Thankfully, it has been remodeled a bit since the last time I was there and was looking much better.  The woman he had talked to on the phone was working the front desk.  She was of Middle Eastern descent and said her husband is black and she had figured the Producer was as well, from his name.  It’s funny how many people commented on his name last night.  He has a fairly common “black” name but I guess not many people around here have heard it and think it’s cool.

 We checked in and once we got up to the room I changed into my schoolgirl costume, complete with little white knit gloves with the finger holes cut out and white knee highs with black bows. (The picture above is the same as my outfit, but I didn’t wear the tie and my knee highs are different). I wore clunky black heels and my hair in high pigtails.  I’d asked the Producer’s opinion and he preferred those to braids or low pigtails.  He thought my outfit looked sexy and I only got compared to Pippi Longstocking once, lol. 

Some other people were claiming I looked like Salma Hayek.  Too funny.  I do get mistaken for being Latina fairly often and am built like a Latina girl, with a curvy butt and boobs.  The Producer said I was the hottest girl there and that he wasn’t really attracted to that many of the women.  There were a couple of cute blondes but even one girl that I have met before and think is really pretty, he said she had too small of boobs.  According to him a lot of the women were inflicted with “candle ass” where it looks like your butt is melting into your legs.  He says mine doesn’t look like that. 

Anyhow, he was unimpressed.  He wanted to sit back and people watch a bit so we found a place at a table and got our drinks made and kicked back.  We had a good view of some of the “shadow rooms” where you could see people’s silhouettes.  One had a sex swing in it and in another there was a guy getting a blow job.  There were also a few people on the dance floor and occasionally on the pole.  We never got to watch anyone on the Sybian because the women kept requesting privacy in there and they were kicking people out.

The guy getting the blow job was one of the first things I noticed and pointed out.  The Producer said look, you can tell it is a black dude in there.  Even through the curtain his silhouette looked “black” haha and since he was the only black person other than the Producer it was noticeable.  He also had a longish cock and the Producer said he thought that was what I was interested in, lmao.

Whoever it was was in there for a loooong time getting this blow job and I commented on that fact.  By this time there were TWO women blowing him and he was standing there scratching his head like he was bored.  Come to find out we were sitting right behind his wife, a blonde 40-ish woman, and she made a comment about how that was her husband “showing off again”.  She went and talked to him and was kissing on him but he was still standing there getting a blow job.  The Producer said he must not be getting a good one if it is taking that long and his wife said he NEVER cums from blowjobs anyway.

Meanwhile we drank and danced a bit and talked with some people.  During a couple of songs chairs were lined up across the dance floor and men came to sit on them while women found a guy to give a lap dance to.  The black guy’s wife invited the Producer to come sit out there while she danced for him and he said “no thanks” which she took personally. 

She was like “wow, you just shot me down like that?” and he apologized and said he just didn’t want to go up there.  However when it came the women’s turn to head up he really wanted to see me get a lap dance, so I went and took a seat.  I was giggling the whole time as some 40-something white dude straddled me and went to town.  He said “I don’t know what the fuck I am doing but what the hell” lmao.  Then he turned around and started grinding his ass on me so I playfully gave him a slap.  The man dancing on the woman next to me said “hey, no hands allowed” and I could see the Producer cracking up.

By this time the black guy had come out of the room and joined his wife and was talking with her and the Producer.  He was pretty darn cute and had an accent.  He said he was from some remote island in the Caribbean and is in the military here.  The Producer later commented that it looked like he married that woman for a green card.  She was in her early 40’s and he is 28.  He was definitely the more attractive looking of the two.

The Producer kept referring to the Caribbean guy as “Mandingo” and saying he could see me looking at him.  He was being playful about it but I kind of denied it and was like “whatever”.   When we talked with the couple, Mr. “Mandingo” (lol) barely even looked my way, though I admit I was wanting him to.  He did ask what our screen names were on the swinger site and I was hoping he was going to hit me up sometime later. At one point he was standing at the end of our table and I subtly “bumped” his foot on purpose to get his attention and we made eye contact. 

The Producer and I had fun singing some of the songs that were played and dancing together. Some women came over and flirted with him and talked with me too.  One of them is a bigger woman with gigantic boobs which she pulled out for him to touch.  Her male friend, not her husband, who was also there- I discovered later,  told the Producer if he didn’t suck on them he was a “pussy” but he declined.   

I finally got up on the pole towards the end of the night.  My school girl costume, as requested by the hosts, was without panties, so when I bent over you could see everything, lol.  I had fun but couldn’t do everything I wanted because it was one of those poles that is on a stand and doesn’t reach the ceiling so I was worried it could tip over.  It didn’t seem all that stable.  Still the Producer thought it was hot and said a lot of people were watching.  While he was trying to watch, the woman with the big boobs had them out and was bouncing them against his head, trying to distract him.  LOL

When it was time to go the Producer gave our hotel room number to Mr. Mandingo and his wife.  I was surprised since he’d expressed that he didn’t find her all that attractive!  He also gave it to the woman with the big boobs and her husband.  She’d been claiming she had the tightest pussy in the entire place and that he should give it a try. 

The Producer claimed he was thinking we could just not answer our door, but Mr. Mandingo and company were right on our tail as we walked up the steps to our room.  I went to use the restroom real quick and when I came out they were sitting on the chair by the bed. 

I sat on the bed and we talked for a few minutes before his wife came up to lie beside me.  The men started undressing and soon I was sucking Mr. Mandingo’s long black cock while the Producer fucked his wife next to me. The Producer warned him that my blow job skills are excellent and he said yeah but he never cums from blow jobs.  He also told the guy to fuck me real good. Oh my God, when we started fucking he was good!  I tried not to get too loud but I couldn’t stop.  In between I was whispering stuff in his ear, like “Oh my god that feels good”. 

He made me cum a few times and at one point the Producer came and slapped my ass a bit before he pulled me off of him.  He later said it was because the wife was starting to get upset.  I had looked over and seen him licking her pussy and them fucking on the chair a few minutes before that.  We traded and the Producer and I fucked for a while and Mr. Mandingo and his wife were going at it right next to us. 

At some point they stopped and I was giving the Producer a blowjob.  I had thought they were done but the guy came up behind me and slipped on another condom.  The wife was just sitting in the chair while the two of them were tag teaming me. 

At some point we switched and the Producer had me bent over the bed while Mr. Mandingo came over again and had his cock in my face so I started sucking.  He and the Producer were talking about my dick sucking skills and Mr. Mandingo said that with me it seemed like I loved it so much it was a “fetish”.  Haha 

I hate to think what was going through his wife’s head because she was just sitting there while I was getting all the attention.  Someone came to the door and the Producer pulled out of me as the wife went to answer.  I continued on sucking and Mr. Mandingo spurted out a bunch of cum.  The others were distracted but I said to him “I thought you don’t cum from blowjobs”. He was like “I don’t even know what just happened”.  LMAO 😉 

So we stopped and the first thing the wife says to me is “you need to work on the sounds you make.  Sometimes it sounds like you are saying OW, like you are getting hurt”.  WTF?  Bitch please…but I didn’t comment and looking back I do feel bad for her being left out.  I’m pretty sure she said that out of jealousy.  I mean, maybe I do, I don’t know, but it’s not like I practice my sex noises, lmao.

Anyhow when they left the guy who had been at the door, the man who was a friend with the big boob woman was still standing there and the Producer made me lift up my dress to show him my ass.  Then he went downstairs to look for the woman he’d been with and I wondered how long I would be up there alone.

I didn’t know if he was down there fucking her or what but didn’t see anyone in the hallway when I went out there.  So I lay on the bed and touched myself a bit thinking about what had just went down.  The Producer came back fairly quickly and said he’d gone in the lobby and that guy had tried to grab his dick so he told him no and came back up to be with me.  He was like “screw that!” 

We fucked some more and I made him cum with a blow job.  Then we crashed and fell asleep.  I noticed the next morning that I’d been validated on the swinger site by Mr. Mandingo (presumably him and not his wife) who said I was sexy and fun.  I wonder if I will ever see or hear from them again?  The Producer says he bets money I will.

We were discussing it when he took me out for breakfast and I was like yeah, but the wife wasn’t too keen on me when they left.  He says he can tell she will just follow her husband’s lead and do what he says because he is giving HER good dick.  Hmmmm… I guess we will find out!! 

Loving the “benefits” that come with this one

pocketing money

Let me tell you, there are some real perks to seeing a guy with money.  I’ve been spending more time with the Producer lately and I’m rather enjoying all the little “extras”.  It’s SO nice to be able to go out and do basically whatever we want, without having to worry about how much it costs! 

He’s been coming here twice, sometimes three times, a week and getting a hotel.  He has a house in his home city but travels south of here for work and stops through on his way.  However, his roommate situation down there is about to change and he’s decided to get an apartment here, closer to me, for when he is in town.

I admit I was a little concerned when he first mentioned wanting to move closer to me, rather than down where he is staying now. I guess it made me feel a little claustrophobic and worried that he wants more than a FWB thing.  He reminded me that he spends quite a bit on hotels here each week anyhow so it really would be more cost efficient for him.  That’s probably true, even if he gets one of these luxury apartments very close by.  For now, he’s on a waiting list for those and going to stay at another nice apartment across town. 

He had thought about getting a roommate here and a bigger place but every time he arranged to meet someone and they discovered he was black they bailed out.  He was getting pretty discouraged and finally decided it would be better to get his own place. If only they knew.  People are so stupid.

 He’s probably way better at paying his share of the bill and a better roommate than half the redneck white guys in this area.  This is admittedly a rather backwoods and racist area to live in though.  One of the women he works with, who lives on the expensive side of town, said that every time she’s had a black neighbor they’ve left within six months due to the way people act.  Despicable, but I am not all that surprised.

Anyhow, he’s moving closer and likely I’ll be seeing him even more.  That’s not such a bad thing and he’s still gone a lot to his other home and on constant trips across the nation and overseas.  So it’s not like he should be breathing down my back or anything, lol.  I do like spending time with him, just want my freedom to play with others as well, without any drama. 

So far that is actually going pretty well.  I haven’t had much chance to play with anyone else lately but I have been in contact with my Fuck Buddy and I’m pretty sure we will be meeting up again soon.  The Producer may not LIKE me fucking around with other guys but verbally he’s saying it’s okay because he is messing around with people too.

 He actually wants me to meet up for dinner with him and a woman he is considering sleeping with soon.  It’s her and her husband, who just wants to watch, and he says he wants me along because he thinks it’s a little bit of an odd situation.  However, after talking a bit with him over dinner last night, I think I’ve discovered the REAL reason, lol. 

According to him she is really into women too and he wants her to meet me. Surprise, surprise.  Men… sheesh. :p Anyhow, as long as I don’t have to sleep with her husband, maybe, I guess we will see.

I’ve been getting treated to a lot of dinners lately, and drinks, and he even took me to a concert the other night.  It was one of my favorite rap groups from back in the mid 90’s, lol.  Wouldn’t you know it, in this town, there was such a small showing of people it was ridiculous!!  There were like under 100 people in the venue.  It was crazy.  We are talking a group that was pretty damn popular back in the day and draws in huge crowds in large cities…at least ones where people have actually heard some rap music before, besides like, Snoop Dog (or is it Snoop Lion?  Is he even “rap” anymore?  More like pop, but whatever…)

We still had fun. 🙂 Because they apparently weren’t even expecting a big crowd, it was held in a place that wouldn’t fit a lot of people anyway, and we were right up close to the stage.  Oh, and while we were waiting through the mostly lame opening acts, we went and fucked in his car in the parking lot, haha…and afterwards in it again, in my driveway, when he dropped me home.  Bad, bad, bad…hopefully my neighbors were fast asleep… 😉

So here I got to see one of my dream groups from back in high school, all because I mentioned it offhand to the Producer that they were going to be in town.  He was like “then I’ll buy us tickets”.  It’s so easy for him!  I love that!! 😀 How am I ever going to go back to seeing guys who don’t take me anywhere fun and pay for it??  LOL

Oh and he bought go-cart passes for my kids and I because I had mentioned the other day we were there and I could only afford to let each of them ride one ride.  We’d been staying in a friend’s condo for a little vacation and it was fun but we were financially limited as to what we could do.  So he bought TWO passes for my family, which amounts to $240.   

He’s also taking us to get a couple’s massage on my birthday and I am excited about that!! Plus we went and saw “We’re the Millers” at the movie theater the other day too. (I thought it was funny, even if some of it was cheesy and over the top, haha)  I’m getting spoiled. 😉  He keeps talking about taking me to Vegas with him.  Ahhhh…the life ;).

Last night we went out to a bar with a woman we had met there previously.  She is another single mom and had shown up by herself. After we all got to talking, she took my number.  She called wanting to hang out and since he was going to be in town, we all went together. 

He bought us lots of shots and we had gone up to the jukebox to pick some music.  It cracked me up because she unknowingly picked a song that he produced, by the popular artist he has won Grammy’s for.  I went back and whispered that she had been the one who picked the song, not me, and he laughed.  He had told her he was a janitor.  I could tell she didn’t believe that one but it was amusing in any case. Later on he started name dropping when some guy who had his own band was talking to him and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.  I’m sure he probably gets a lot of women with stuff like that, lol.  Smh…

Right now what we have going on is pretty low drama.  I’m trying to keep it that way.  Obviously I’m a bit motivated by all the side “benefits” too, don’t wanna lose those, haha. 😉 I’m a little worried about the apartment thing, and hoping it doesn’t keep us from going out and doing stuff though.  He has dropped a couple of comments about how then I could cook him dinner.  Bleah.  Not that I don’t love to cook, I do, but I do it every day for myself and my kids so it would take the fun out of getting to go out, which is more relaxing.  It’s nice for me to be able to get out and get a break. 

Also, I’m a little concerned about what I am going to be able to do for HIM when his birthday rolls around.  There is no way I could manage to do anything comparable, price wise.  I may have to cook him dinner then, or something, but that still doesn’t seem like much.  It’s right before Christmas too, when I’m at my financial worst, trying to provide gifts for my children, one of whom also has a birthday at that time.  Guess I will have to worry about that when the time comes!!  In the meantime I’m making the most of what I can right now because who knows how long this will last?  Hopefully a while, but you just never know!! 

 

 

 

It’s a very firm “yes” to this one ;)

firm man

I’ve kept quiet for a bit because I’ve been in a bit of emotional turmoil over things with the Professor, but I met with a new man last night and had a blast.  I think I’ll refer to him as “Mr. Firm” 😉  That suits him in more ways than one and he works as an IT manager at a law firm.  He’s also very athletic, played football and baseball in college and still coaches his kid’s teams and is in great shape.

The Professor, well, it’s pretty much the same old same old so not going to dwell too much on that.  He contacted me again and I was a bit snappy.  I told him if he doesn’t think I am good enough to be his Facebook friend then he’s probably not good enough to be my friend in real life.  He said he didn’t mean to hurt me, but why else would you reject someone’s request like that?  What’s another Facebook friend, seriously? He tried to claim he hadn’t been on Facebook at all and I said well, a week was plenty enough time for him to get on there and either accept me or delete the married woman, like he said he was going to.  He hasn’t, as suspected, and I’m pretty damn sure he never will. 

I don’t know or get his reasoning for treating me that way but it pisses me off.  Then he tries to send me sad faces and act like it bothers him and saying “ok, I’ll just leave you alone”.  Whatever.  His Facebook rejection was upsetting me so much it was keeping me up at night worrying and wondering why he didn’t want me there.  If he really cared there IS something he could do about it but it’s his CHOICE not to.  I’m not going to keep going on with him as long as I’m being seen as substandard in some way to this woman.  It’s just way too insulting.

So the past several days I’ve kind of been throwing myself into housecleaning and preparing for the upcoming school year.  It’s keeping my mind off of him.  I also went out with the Producer, who took me to the fair and we rode rides together.  He let me drive his car which was nice, though he was making jokes about people thinking I’m his “sugar mama”.  Not so sure I like that but whatever, he’s the one paying for stuff. 😉  He is making some kind of plans to take me out for my birthday later in the month so excited about that too!  Yay!! It’s fun to get a little spoiled once in a while! 😉

Sex with the Producer is still pretty much the same though it was better than usual the last time we got together.  I was about to start my period and am always super horny the day before. What’s crazy is that I started 5 days late.  I wasn’t freaking out TOO much since the Producer was the only one I’ve slept with lately and he’s good about pulling out but yeah, that was a little stressful.  I think maybe the stress and worry of things with the Prof and the Fuck Buddy and everything combined may have just gotten to me.

Offhand, I also met again with that guy who gave me the flowers awhile back if any of you all remember him.  He works with homeless kids and is a personal trainer.  He’s really nice, but alas, that’s just it.  He doesn’t TRY anything on me!  Aside from making comments about WANTING to, he doesn’t actually DO it!!  GRRR….  Way too shy for me.  I really need a more aggressive man.  He’s cute though!  Just hate passivity in men, it turns me off.  That and his comments over text are things like “are you going to let me get to second base next time?”.  What are we in Junior High?  LMAO  I’ll be 37 in a couple weeks and guys are asking to get to second base…SMFH.

So anyhow, last night I finally got to meet this guy I’ve been waiting on.  Mr. Firm.  Mmmmmm…. 

I met Mr. Firm on the swinger site.  He’s got twice as many validations as even the Pilot or the Professor and has been doing this for quite a while.  From what I read I had no doubt he was going to be good in the sack.  He is also good at communicating over email and text.  I was liking him before we ever met and figured he would be the most promising of the several guys I’ve been chatting with.

He’s not annoying and doesn’t text constantly and he’s in a long term relationship with the mother of his child.  He says they have an open relationship and only play when travelling, so he plays more often but she is allowed to also.  I asked if they swing together and he says they have occasionally but mostly don’t because they have found it is easier and helps keep out drama just not to discuss it.

I’ve been picking his brain a bit on this because I am curious how they manage to work it all out.  According to him they started out monogamous but would go on camping trips with friends which evolved into sexcapades and eventually lead them to swinging.  After the baby was born she was less interested in playing but now that the child is older she sometimes does and he keeps on quite a bit.  She plays with other men, but not couples.  He does both and he says it turns him on, not off, to see a woman fucking another guy.  I had to test him a bit on this before sending him any pics of me in action due to my recent experience with my Fuck Buddy.

In fact, he has invited me to join him and two other guys at a hotel here soon in another state. They are guys he went to school and played sports with, from his Fraternity. (Damn, here I am contemplating Frat boys again). I’m actually REALLY tempted, lol.  I know I have said I’m not into gangbangs but in this scenario, well, let’s just say it sounds HOT!!  So, we will see and if I have any updates I’ll let you all know but don’t want to say too much too soon. 😉  There’s no pressure since he says both the men are attractive and have no problems getting plenty of pussy on their own.  We’d all be going out together so there’s no telling what could happen in the end.

Speaking of attractive, Mr. Firm is way hotter than the pictures he sent me online!!  He reminds me of so many guys I’ve been with all at once, it’s funny.  His face is like a combination of my FWB and this guy that was a FWB of mine back in high school.  Well the guy was in college at the time and a basketball player but last I heard he was moving off to the Ivory Coast.  Haven’t seen or heard from him since.  We had a great, drama free thing going on though. Anyhow, I picked the picture above because I think it looks a little bit like him, though he’s bald 😉

In bed, OMG, he is fantastic and reminds me in many ways of both the Professor and the Married Man, in other ways he is a bit like the Pilot.  All good news!!  He’s still not quite on par with the Married Man, but he’s pretty damn good!!  I have my doubts that anyone is going to make it to that level, lol and the Prof and I just had this emotional thing in the bedroom that I can’t  really explain and no one’s gotten there yet either. 

Still, WOW!! 😀  I’m quite happy with what transpired last night!!  Haha!  He’s very dominant and fabulous with his tongue.  He managed to make me cum maybe 4 or 5 times and once even made me squirt with his fingers.  I’m still not sold on the squirting thing though.  I just don’t like the way it feels near as much as a regular orgasm.  I think it hurts and that detracts from my enjoyment.  I’ve only experienced a for sure squirting thing once before though, with my Fuck Buddy, and really I wouldn’t necessarily know that I haven’t done it other times as well.

He likes to kiss and has a perfect, somewhere around 8 inch, cock.  With the lack of kissing from the Producer I kind of miss that so I love having someone I can get more passionate with.  We were in all kinds of positions and I loved the way he talked to me in bed.  Mmmm… He had asked me beforehand what really turns me on and I mentioned my love of hearing a sexy man’s voice during sex.  He wasn’t like, talking the whole time, lol, but it was good.

I loved the way he’d just grab my legs and yank me across the bed to another position (the Married Man does that too) and how he’d put it ALL the way in and just hold it there, waiting for me to squirm (the Prof and some others do that too, hot).  He loved having his nipples licked and sucked on, haha, which seems to be typical of the guys I’ve been running into lately (the Pilot was really into that).  He came REALLY hard which turns me on even more.  Right before he was asking where I wanted him to cum and when I said “in my mouth” you should have seen the look on his face, haha.  😉

Afterwards he was telling me how good it was and saying he was definitely going to have to travel this way again.  Mmmhhmm….  I always wonder what makes guys say that since I don’t feel like I do anything that unusual in the bedroom but he was all WOW about it too.  🙂 🙂 🙂

I thought I’d be bothered a bit by the fact that he has someone at home but I’m really not.  It doesn’t feel as awkward since he doesn’t talk to her about his playing and it’s more of a don’t ask, don’t tell arrangement.  He says he might like to go to a party with me sometime as well!  Hopefully soon I’ll have more to tell….

Playing with the Pilot

masquerade

I’m still flying high with the pilot. So far he is awesome and a half!! Last night we attended a masquerade swinger party in the city near where he lives and had a blast!  That and I think we had sex with each other at least 7-8 times.

He wanted me to come up for the party so he offered to pay my gas and get a hotel that would be convenient for me and make it less of a drive.  That makes it sooo much easier for my broke ass, lol, so I was very thankful.  Plus he got us a very nice room at the Hampton with a king size bed that we made very good use of. 😉

The party we were attending had a masquerade theme and you were supposed to wear black.  Black shirts for the men, and either a black dress or lingerie for the women, plus a Venetian mask.  I decided to go with lingerie.  I sent a pic of myself in thisbodystocking to the Pilot earlier in the week and he asked if that was what I was going to wear.  I was like I can, should I?  And he said “Absolutely!!”  So we decided to go all out.  I wore that with little star shaped pasties to cover my nipples and a pair of panties that is basically just a red satiny triangle with black ribbon, making it into a g-string, underneath.  Topped it off with sparkly gold nail polish and black high heel, wedged platforms with a peekaboo toe and a bow at the bottom.  Oh and my mask…. mask

I was very pleased with how things were going prior to the party.  The Pilot says he has never taken a woman with him to a swinger party before but he was the one that brought up a discussion about our boundaries beforehand.  We decided that it would be fine to play with whoever either one of us was attracted to AT the party, and that we didn’t necessarily have to both play but that we would leave together no matter what.  If we played with anyone after the party it would have to be on mutual interest and agreement.

Just having that all decided in advance made me feel a lot more secure and ready for whatever might happen.  I really like that about the Pilot.  He is a planner in other ways too and always lets me know what the deal is with things like the hotel or meeting times enough ahead of time that I have plenty of chance to fit everything into my schedule and not stress.  As a generally really busy, single mom, anything that lets me relax a bit is a bonus.

He was really sweet about letting me know that he is in no rush for anything and if I am late or take a long time to get ready or whatever it is okay.  He has four kids of his own so I think he gets it and says rushing is never fun.  He got the hotel where I would only have to drive a little over 2 hours instead of 3 and would be able to shower and get freshened up and everything too after my trip, which I totally appreciated!

By the time I had dropped my children off with my ex, packed, grabbed a bite to eat and driven up to the hotel, it was after 9 pm.  He planned things out so he arrived right about the same time as me (his drive was like 45 min).  He hugged and kissed me and told me I looked great, even though the air conditioning in my van isn’t working and I was feeling a hot mess.

 HE looked especially hot, in a long sleeved black dress shirt and his head shaved.  He really is a good looking guy, like one you can’t help but steal glances at from time to time and be like “damn”, lol.  He’d asked me to pick up a mask for him when I was at the party store, which was no problem since it was like 99 cents for his, lol.  I’d sent pics of a few and he picked a basic black eye mask.  It looked good on him too. 😉

After checking into the hotel and into our room, we made out just a little bit before I was like I really need to start getting ready, lol.  He was like God, I want to fuck you now but go ahead, don’t worry about rushing and I will go fill the car up with gas and be back in a bit.  So I went ahead and took a shower.  The shower had a see through glass door and I was tempted to leave the door open a crack and tempt HIM to come in there but I didn’t because I knew it would make us really late, haha.  When he came back I could hear him out there cracking up laughing at some TV show, it was kinda cute.

So I got all dolled up and he was liking the outfit.  I put on a black tank top and short jean skirt over it to wear as we walked from the parking lot to the club.  He’d told me it’s in kind of a bad neighborhood, though the club itself is nice, and I didn’t want to be walking on the street like that, lol.

I’d seen the guest list on the swinger site prior so had some idea of what to expect.  This party, unlike the ones I’ve been to here, was a nice racial mix. There were probably an equal amount of black and interracial couples plus a handful of white couples and one or two Latino couples.  There were quite a few singles signed up ahead of time and it was full to the allotment of single males (I think 15).  This club also plays better music, hip hop and rnb, which I find easier to dance to.  Most everyone was in their 30’s-40’s with a couple of older couples.

The Pilot and I had discussed some beforehand about what we are each attracted to and basically decided that he likes women like me and I like guys like him (duh, lmao).  The idea was that we weren’t going to try and push each other into anything or take any for the team and would go for whoever we felt like fucking.  He’d also let me know that he wanted to fuck me in front of people while we were there because he gets off on it.  I was all for that one, since I’m a bit of an exhibitionist myself. 😉  I guess he pretty regularly fucks SOMEONE when he goes to this party too, which is held once a month and he says is his favorite.

As we were in the parking lot some women walked by and the Pilot was like uh-oh, I didn’t know that this one woman was going to be here.  She apparently has it bad for him and he says he doesn’t really feel the same though they have fucked twice, once at least at a party.  He says she just got divorced and has been asking him stuff like how he would feel about being a couple in the Lifestyle.  I asked if me being there was going to cause drama and he said no, but that he’d admitted to her that he was kind of looking to slow down with the swinger stuff but that he wasn’t meaning with HER. 

She was with a woman who had emailed me earlier and who later brought up the Professor!  I’d never met this woman before and she was quite heavy, so not the Prof’s type at all but apparently he had been talking to her about ME?  They didn’t even know each other because she didn’t remember his first name but said that he’d told her we weren’t talking now and that we’d gone to parties together in the past.  I was standing at the bar getting a drink later on when this woman approached me and said that they had been emailing and he was telling her that he thought I must be coming to the party with someone and probably wouldn’t be there alone.  Hmmm….

Wonder why he is digging for information from complete strangers??  He must have seen on my profile that I was attending.  I have noticed him looking at it a couple of times lately but you have to hit a button that redirects you to another page to see what events a person has signed up for.  Not sure why he cares what I am up to if he’s not interested in me himself.   WTF?  There was a guy I used to see a long time ago that would cockblock me at clubs, long after we broke up, and it reminds me a bit of that.  He’d wait till I went to the restroom or something and go tell the guy I had a boyfriend and cause trouble for me that way.  Men are nuts sometimes with their territorialism.

Anyhow, back to the Pilot.  On the way up the steps he is like oh, by the way, I don’t generally mess with other black men’s women unless they make it pretty clear that’s what they want.  Something about how the guys there kind of do that out of respect and that the white guys who go to the party are usually ones looking for BBC for their wives.  I didn’t give it a lot of thought at the time but afterwards I did notice that though there were quite a few black men there, they mostly treated me like they would if I’d shown up with the Pilot as my regular boyfriend and we weren’t at a swinger party, i.e., they were polite and friendly but did not hit on me at all other than one man where he and the Pilot were talking with me and his wife all together, and the host couple that the Pilot knows and has said the guy wants him to play with his wife sometime and he wanted to introduce me. Oh, and one guy when I was sitting alone for a minute. The white guys actually hit on me more, which is kind of backwards from how it usually is, but whatever, haha.

Anyhow, he paid for us to get in and unlimited drinks, which was $40 for him and $25 for me.  The bartender was this totally gorgeous black woman that I liked immediately and asked if she would hold my clothes after I stripped down to lingerie.  She was a sweetheart but according to the Pilot he doesn’t think she is a swinger.  I think he was lamenting that one, ha!

Most everyone had on masks and quite a few women were in lingerie, though mine might have been a little more risqué than most, lol.  I got lots of positive comments on it though. 😉  Like I said, I’m a bit of a show-off that way when I can get away with it.

This party had an interesting set up, that included several rooms, most of which had several black leather couches in them.  A couple rooms also had a disco ball and a stripper pole in the middle on a platform.  One had a massage table and there was a glory hole through one door.  Kind of a largish “glory hole” though.  It was almost the size of my head, haha. In the hallway, near the area that was being used as a bar, there were some trays of appetizers.

After showing me around a bit and sitting on a couch drinking and talking to a few people, the Pilot and I went in one of the rooms with a pole. He pulled me up to start dancing with him, even though no one else was yet.  We were having fun, he is a good dancer, and soon there were a few other couples on the floor too. 

A couple of drinks later I decided to get on the pole and try out some of the new tricks I’ve learned in my class. 😉  It was fun and we got to where he was dancing with me, like grinding on me and stuff. People were clapping for us and shortly after that they announced a pole dance contest but I was done and didn’t join, lol.  The girl who won was a (topless) black girl that knew how to hang upside down and do all kinda stuff on there that I’m not quite up to yet anyway, ha! It was cool though and they gave out a bunch of other prizes, I’m not sure all what for.  The Pilot won some His and Hers KY jelly, but I have no idea why and he was like “we won’t be needing this, haha” (I’m pretty much always wet and willing, lol). 

After all that he asked me if I wanted to suck his dick through the glory hole.  I said sure so he went into one room and I was on the other side.  He peeked through first and bent down to give me a kiss, so I knew for sure it was him, lmao.  I didn’t realize it, but while I was giving him his blow job an audience had accumulated.  He came down for another kiss and asked if I’d noticed all the people behind me?  Haha. 

Then he was like “turn around and back your ass up to the hole so I can fuck you”. So I did and he pulled my panties aside and we were fucking through the hole.  There were a handful of people watching and one woman said “I have never seen a glory hole used like THAT before”.  LMAO.  It was pretty hot.  When we were done people were actually CLAPPING, LMFAO.  He said that on the other side that one girl that likes him had come up behind him and was kind of “helping” him fuck me.  He thought she might have wanted to fuck him too and I said that would have been fine but he said he didn’t want to.

He came over to my side and some of the older, white guys that had been watching wanted him to let their wives give him a blow job.  They were concerned that it might not be okay with me but I said it was fine and the Pilot obligingly unzipped his pants.  One of the husbands called the Pilot the Jolly Green Giant, and it was kind of like, WTF, but the Pilot was good natured about it. They invited me to come sit between the two women, who seemed super concerned that I might be bothered, but I wasn’t.  At some point I joined in with the blow job but just for a little bit.  When one of the husbands started hinting that he wanted the Pilot to fuck his wife, he pulled me up and kind of blew the guy off.  He said he doesn’t like it when guys get pushy like that and it’s clearly the guy wanting him to do stuff more so than the woman being interested.

We ended up going back into one of the pole rooms where a few couples were making out.  He had me suck his cock a little more then climb up on his lap, facing him on the couch, and ride him.  He later said he had a good view of the couple behind us fucking while we were doing our thing.  I just noticed a woman watching from the doorway and occasional people stopping by, lol.  We danced a little more and he pulled my panties aside and started licking me while I was backed up against the pole in the middle of the room. 

He never came at the party, but did at least 5 times after we got back to the hotel, maybe 6, when it was just the two of us.  😉  On our way out we stopped to talk to people and the woman that likes him and the bigger woman were there and she was obviously wanting to talk to him. When we got back to the car, where we had left our phones, he showed me that she had texted him “I want to suck your dick” while we were in there.  Oops.  She again texted him around 3 am, while he and I were busy fucking and he didn’t see it until late the next morning.  I kinda felt bad for the girl. 

There seem to be a couple of women like that who are into him and he’s not seeming that interested.  Some others had wanted him to go to some mud tournament deal they had going on today too but he was at the hotel with me.  I probably need to watch out that I never become “that girl”. :p  For now though, he seems pretty into me and even wants to drive all the way here again soon.  Still trying to keep things at FWB level for now and so far so good on my end.  I can see why women like him though!

The only little red flag that has popped up is that he has told me he was divorced 4 years ago and at first was saying he’d been in the Lifestyle about 4 years.  Then he brought up something that made it sound like it had been a lot longer so I asked again how long ago he got into swinging and he says he first did it about 10 years ago but stopped when he was deployed.  Well, he also mentioned before that his ex- wife wasn’t into swinging at all or anything like that, so presumably it was done behind her back.  Hmmm… Not that I’m an example of a shining beacon of faithfulness or anything, I did have an affair myself.

Back at the hotel we fucked and fucked, lol.  It was very good and we’d finish and I’d think he wanted to sleep but then he’d want to fuck again.  We finally fell asleep sometime after 4. He woke me up the same way he did last time, sticking his dick in me from behind, at around 7 am.  After a couple rounds I got a shower and we went down to enjoy the hotel breakfast.

Then back to the room for more sex.  And more.  I was amazed at how much he came after that much fucking, lmao.  I was a little worried once that he may have cum inside me because we weren’t using a condom and he acted similarly to how he does when he’s about to cum then stopped for a little bit and started kissing me while he was still inside. IDK, but I think I’m past the fertile time of the month anyway so not too concerned.  Years of natural family planning has me still paying attention to that.

Toward the end a maid actually came and knocked on the door while we were in the middle of it all and he was like “um, could you come back later?”  We were surprised she couldn’t hear what we were up to as I was not being especially quiet.  He’d been teasing me before that if I kept saying “oh my God” people were gonna think we were in there having church! 😉

So anyhow we got back at it and he pulls me over the side of the bed and was doing me from behind with my hands pinned down under his and I came really hard, then he just kept going because HE was about to cum, so I got kind of extra loud that time.  We stop, he came all over my back, then goes to get a towel to wipe it up and after a pause we hear the vacuum start in the room next door.  LMAO.  It was pretty clear the maids had been listening that time, because they waited until AFTER we are done with all that noise to turn on the vacuum cleaner.  We were cracking up.

He was even like “now you have material for your blog”.  He knows I write one and I’ve mentioned it has some erotic content but not elaborated.  I think he’s thinking I write erotic stories.  Haha… He’s brought it up before and I think enjoys the idea of being blog fodder.  If only he knew…;)