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Being the third wheel

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I haven’t mentioned a whole lot about Mr. Poly on my blog lately, but it’s been kind of a weird ride. He continues to act as a semi-Sugar Daddy, but at times it seems half assed. Other times, he goes all out.

Like, a while back he had me picked up from my house in his limo for a night on the town. His girlfriend had insisted that I get babysitting taken care of that night so that we could go to this women only event at a club, then we were all supposed to hit some other places in the city. It wasn’t quite what I expected.

I was the first person picked up and it was very early in the evening. We were supposed to be having appetizers at this women’s event so I hadn’t eaten and had ordered my kids a pizza. When I arrived at the girlfriend’s home though, plans had changed.

There was another woman there. I had no idea who she was. She looked just as shocked to see me as I was her. She was older, around the age of Mr. Poly and the girlfriend (late 40’s). I was trying to figure out if she was a friend of the girlfriend’s, a co-worker, a lover?

I didn’t discover for sure, until much later in the evening, that she was indeed someone he/they were having sex with. Uhh… apparently she’s been around a month or two, without my knowledge. She made a catty sounding comment once, asking if I ever dated guys “my own age,” but other than that, was decently nice.

Anyhow, we were all going out together. They had decided, instead of hitting the clubs we had originally planned on going to, or going to the women’s event, we were going to some other places. One was a country bar….gag…. Thank God we never made it there, haha. (Sorry, just not my thing).

We went to what is supposed to be a cool place, with live music…but it was uh, 8:30 pm. So of course no one was there yet and the band wouldn’t be playing for a couple more hours. I texted the Cohort and he was shaking his head at my predicament, like, seriously, who goes there that early at night??

In any case, it sucked and they ended up wanting to head back to this same older person’s bar they have taken me to before. It’s kind of their “spot” I guess. It wasn’t that bad, but guess who was there? The Englishman….eeek. And guess who had also fucked him before?? The other woman that was along. She’d only done him once too and decided she was done. Hmmmm…

Then she proceeds to tell me that she is a dominatrix :: blink, blink ::: Mr. Poly later explained she is a “switch” and doesn’t act that way with them. Oh, okay. Her other kink is that she likes to watch bisexual men get it on. So she goes to this sex club that the Cohort has been going to, to watch. (The Cohort is not bi, he goes there with this married couple and the wife likes to get gangbanged there, but they have “bi” nights for men and a sizable portion of bi men that attend, as well as people with various fetishes).

Interesting. I’m kind of curious to check this place out, but then again, maybe not. The Cohort says most of the people there are not that attractive and that I definitely wouldn’t want to go alone. He says if I came with him he’d feel like he needed to spend most of his time protecting me from the guys that would be expecting me to play, that they are more pushy than your average swinger club.

Maybe someday. In any case, I didn’t even end up having sex with Mr. Poly that night. His limo driver was in a hurry to get back and needed to take me home. It was like 3 am. But the other two women stayed and he said they had fun. I was kind of glad to be leaving, actually.

I’m just not that into Mr. Poly. I mean, he is alright. The last time we had sex was in this over the door sex swing. I was alone with him and it was actually better than usual, but most of the time I’m not really feeling it.

I’m really not liking the whole 3rd wheel aspect. It feels like they sort of expect me to just do whatever they want, don’t inform me of any of their plans or make me a part of them, and I’m just supposed to know my “place”.

Mr. Poly uses condoms on me every time, which is good, but he doesn’t use them on his girlfriend. When we are at his house and she is not there, we have to play in a separate bedroom because it’s one of her “rules”. He told me I had “earned the privilege” of being in their bedroom when she is there, which was really kind of annoying. I’m just like, what the fuck ever. I don’t care about “earning privileges” with them, I’m not in grade school.

He doesn’t go down on me, but I’ve seen him do it on her. That could be offensive, but I think it’s another of their little “rules”. He calls her the “Queen Bee” and says she gets first pick of things, like when he bought some lingerie off of a website for us. I haven’t gotten to take “mine” home or wear it yet because apparently she has to have hers first.

Oh, and the pole dancing classes he is supposed to be paying for. We STILL haven’t gotten to go. Mainly because she keeps having things come up or doesn’t want to do it that night. So she doesn’t pay for the month of classes. I want to knock her upside the head!! I could go any time I wanted, once she buckles down and uses the credit card he gave her. It kind of feels like she is doing it on purpose because she doesn’t like him spending money on ME.

He says she keep tabs on his spending on other women, to make sure he doesn’t “get taken advantage of” and that she was a little concerned one night when he bought my kids pizza. I’m like wtf? I never asked for that, it was his idea, so I wouldn’t have to cook dinner. She was just being passive aggressive, or so it seems.

In any case, he did pay to have the A/C on my van temporarily fixed, which was $250. He had offered to have his maintenance people come and work on some things on my house, but they still haven’t done that. He did let me drive his SUV for a few days, and gave me a gas card once when I was driving my kids to their dad’s, that I ended up putting about $150 on.

If it weren’t for those little side benefits though, I’d probably lose interest pretty quickly. He sometimes acts like he wants more with me, but I don’t like the whole situation all that much. It makes me feel like I’m being treated second rate. He CLAIMS not to see me that way at all and that he wants a “relationship” with me, but the actions seem to say differently. I asked what he meant by that and he said I’d have “more rules”. Uh, no thanks…haha

The Cohort kind of called me on this. He said its not fair of me to expect to be on par with the girlfriend. He was like they had their thing going first and you knew what you were getting into. According to him, he wouldn’t care if it was him in a similar situation with a couple. He’s like, this guy is spending all kinds of money on you so what are you complaining about? LOL

Yeah, I guess he has a point, but I still feel like they don’t really respect me as a person. They are not thinking of ME as a human being with my own set of emotions and wants and desires but just as someone there to fulfill their agenda. This is why I’m not really a good “unicorn”. I don’t like it. I don’t like having my lower position in their little whatever they have rubbed in my face. I’m still going along with it, for now, but we will see how long that lasts.

Oh and I don’t think I told you all about the pole. When I suggested the pole dancing lessons, Mr. Poly and the girlfriend were so excited about it that he ran out and bought a pole for their house. He actually set aside an entire room devoted to pole dancing. It has the pole in the middle, speakers built into the ceiling and a mirror along one wall, as well as disco lights. He’s getting some lounge furniture to go with it.

Great! I wish I had a practice pole at my house but I don’t. He said I could come there to practice but it’s half an hour away so not much chance to do that often.

He was very excited to show me the room and it did LOOK great, but there was one problem. The GIRLFRIEND had put up the pole and it wasn’t stable. It’s like a tension rod style instead of one of the good ones that is secured into the ceiling. SO, when he and I were there alone and I was waiting for him to come upstairs, I decided to give it a practice whirl.

Guess what happened? The whole thing slipped out from under me on the wood floor and came crashing down on my head and made a hole in the wall. Not only that, but it made a big gash in my forehead. I may have a lifelong scar. :/

Thankfully its pretty small and he had run to the store to get me some liquid bandage (at my request). Its mostly healed up but yeah, hope it doesn’t leave a scar. Ugh. My head was bleeding and he still wanted to have sex with me and take a few pictures. He said he felt really bad. I’m sure he did.

His girlfriend claimed to have used the pole the night before, but there is no way she was really doing anything on it for it not to have slipped. Makes you wonder if it was a setup?! I don’t know if she hates me that much though, lol.

The Cohort says I’m the best looking of the women (he saw a picture of our night out) and should easily be able to “take over”. I’m like, I’m not trying to do that!! LOL He’s like “why not??” but that’s really not on my agenda. :p

Anyway, I don’t know. The girlfriend seemed for a bit like she was warming up to me but I still feel like she resents my presence. Yet she goes along with it all, probably because he is providing for her, a house, money and all that. I guess it still remains to be seen what else will come of this. For a minute there I thought I was going to be in bed with him and BOTH other women. I wonder if there is anyone else?

FMF Fail….

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Meeting with this new guy, who calls himself “poly,” has been interesting. I finally met his “open” girlfriend, of 3 years. He asked me beforehand not to mention our little rendezvous at the casino, saying that she had been “depressed” at the time, so he didn’t think it was a good idea to tell her. Red flag? Probably, but I went along with it.

I’m thinking if there is any reason she might be bothered by this at all, then maybe it isn’t quite the scenario he made it out to be. According to him, she is perfectly fine with him fucking other women, though she chooses only to sleep with him. He said sometimes she even just likes to watch, and that she was eager to meet me.

We met at a Bob Evans for brunch. Mr. Poly and his girlfriend were already in the lobby, which was quite packed, and it looked like they may have been arguing. I was in a cute, but not especially revealing, sundress. I didn’t want to look too competitive. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, cute enough, but fairly plain looking, white, and obviously older than I am. She barely acknowledged me when I said hi, though he was friendly.

Because of the crowd, it was decided we would go elsewhere and it took driving to a couple of different places before we finally settled on an IHOP near my house. We all rode together in his SUV, with me sitting behind the two of them. They bickered a bit, like an old married couple, and I only interjected a few times, trying to be positive.

During the drive, I overheard a conversation between them that seemed to be about another woman he was seeing, someone he had mentioned to me before. Apparently, he had let her rent a house from someone he knows and she was supposed to be paying rent, but isn’t. The girlfriend was complaining about this woman calling her and that she didn’t want to be brought into whatever the issues were between the two of them. My red flag alarm sounded again.

We had a really sweet waitress but the woman seemed less than friendly towards her. She wasn’t awful or anything, just not super polite. Maybe it’s me, but I generally try to be nice to people that are serving me somewhere (and if I’m the one paying I make sure to leave a nice tip). She also cut her mouth somehow while eating her omelette and it was bleeding a bit, so that probably made her even more cranky. All in all, it wasn’t going that well.

We made small talk but it was a little awkward. The girlfriend, and Mr. Poly, are both from a richer area of the city, where they tend to be a bit snobbish. He didn’t seem bothered but she made a comment about not having ever been in this area, and seemed kinda uncomfortable with it. I really like it here. It’s pretty racially diverse and some people assume that means “ghetto,” even though it’s really not.

Anyhow, it was okay but I wasn’t thinking I would want to have sex with this woman. Nevertheless, he texted me later and told me that she liked me and thought I was sweet. Really? I couldn’t tell, but okay. Maybe she just seemed standoffish because she was nervous or something.

He really wanted us all to go out together and go dancing. He said he would be willing to pay for babysitting (and offered to pay about double the amount I said I would need) so I agreed to go out to a club. They were really talking this place up and it was funny because it is the same place the Pilot had driven me past previously and told me about.

According to the Pilot, this is sort of a “Lifestyle” club. When I mentioned it to the Cohort, he laughed and said it was an old people’s hangout. He says it’s where guys like them go to pick up easy, old, broads when they are hard up. Aha, well, at least he’s honest about it.

I met them there one evening later in the week. I couldn’t get out as early as planned, so they were drinking when I arrived. The girlfriend was a bit sloshed already. There was another guy with them, someone Mr. Poly had mentioned and his girlfriend had complained about over brunch. He’s a hard-up, recently divorced, and still depressed, friend of his. I was hoping it wasn’t a set up.

There was also a table of Mr. Poly’s work connections that he said he wasn’t expecting to see that night. I made sure to be on fairly good behavior and made a point of talking to the friend, even though there was no way in hell I would fuck him. Toward the end of the night I was actually letting Mr. Poly buy drinks for me and passing them to this guy, lol, because he said he was broke and no one ever buys drinks for him. I wasn’t trying to get trashed because I had to drive back later.

The girlfriend was a little more friendly, maybe? Not really though, she mostly was asking Mr. Poly to dance with her. He didn’t as often with me, but he did some, and told me when it was just the two of us that he had been researching me on the internet and found a wedding picture of me with my ex husband! I was kind of shocked that was even out there but found it myself later.

He commented on how good looking my ex husband was, as though he were surprised. I guess when I talk about him he doesn’t exactly sound hot, but I wasn’t attracted to him for no reason! LOL He is a nice looking guy, still, but I am not attracted to him at all whatsoever anymore. Six pack abs mean nothing when you act the way he does. At least I got some really cute kids out of the deal.

We drank and danced to some older music and I got asked to dance by some older men. Later in the night a guy showed up who was closer to my age, and visiting from out of town. He was an orthopedic surgeon and pretty cute, but short and a little too skinny for me. He looked about 21, but said he was 35.

We were standing at the bar and he was buying drinks when Mr. Poly appeared and pulled him aside. When he left, the guy told me “I just got the prom talk”. I was like WTF? He said he told him he’d better treat me well or he would be after him, or something to that effect. Um…okay. A couple minutes later the girlfriend showed up and invited us back over to the table with them.

The surgeon was like “looks like Mommy and Daddy don’t want you back here with me” and laughed, but we went over and they acted friendly. The girlfriend, probably at the suggestion of Mr. Poly, asked the surgeon to dance, but he later came back to me again. Meanwhile Mr. Poly said something about how I am “in the circle now” and that they would “take care of me” and make sure I am safe. Circle?

Okay, whatever. When I was dancing with the surgeon again, he was fingering me under my dress. We moved to the bar for more of the same and he unbuttoned his pants to slip my hand inside. He was like “I feel like we are in Mommy and Daddy’s basement all over again”.

Mr. Poly and the girlfriend decided it was time to leave and asked me if I was coming with them or the other guy. I didn’t want to be rude, and since he was paying my babysitting, of course I went back with them. He encouraged the surgeon to give me his number though and the guy texted to try to get me to come back to his hotel room. I never made it and he was heading back out of town the next morning. He did call later and say he will contact me if he comes back this way, maybe in a couple of months.

Mr. Poly said he was kind of surprised, but very pleased, that I had chosen to go back with the two of them. He thought I might leave for a younger guy, and was impressed that the man was a surgeon. He said “you did good”.

I rode with them back to a big, expensive looking, house, which turned out to be hers. When I asked him if it was his house he said “kinda” which left me wondering, but she told me inside that it belongs to her. Hmmmm…. On Mother’s Day, he said something about his kids coming home for the holiday, which left me wondering if he is actually lying about being divorced.

Anyhow, we went up to her bedroom. She seemed tired, drunk and grouchy and turned off the lights, then climbed under the blankets, covering her head. He kissed and made out with me a bit in the big master bathroom, in front of the mirror, while sliding off my dress and bra. Once I was standing there in just my thong panties, he beckoned me back to the bed.

He told me to get under the covers and was trying to get her to come out. She was behaving like a wife with a headache. So he slipped on a condom and started fucking me. It was okay, but awkward and uncomfortable, not knowing how she was going to react. I tried to pretend she wasn’t there.

After a bit, he pulled out and tried to coax her into fucking him again. She said something that sounded like she was accusing him of not wearing a condom with me and he argued that yes he did. She finally acquiesced, riding him, while he pulled me up close, playing with my nipple while his arm was around my shoulders. It felt weird.

At some point he slipped on another condom and wanted me to take a turn riding him. Then he pulled her onto his face, so the two of us were bumping boobs. It still felt awkward and she and I were kinda laughing. She got off after a bit and complained of being “tired” so he left her alone and wanted me to suck his dick.

He straddled my face for a little before he turned me around and did me doggystyle. We stopped after a little while and I’m pretty sure none of us got to cum. She still seemed annoyed and irritated and didn’t want to come along when he took me home, though she did hug me goodbye. She was just acting pissed at HIM and refused his overtures.

Ugh. I was hoping he and I could at least finish in the car. He made some jokes about doing that on the way back to my vehicle, but didn’t actually follow through. Ah well…. so much for that!

She texted the next morning and apologized, saying she was drunk and that he had told her she was being mean. She said she hopes we can be friends. I’m not so sure she really meant it.

Meanwhile, he obviously still likes me a lot. He has been contacting me frequently and wanting to talk, offering to do things for me, and saying he wants to see me again. There goes my second experience with FMF…. not much better than the first, lol. I’m thinking you need to have two women who are into it and into each other, as well as don’t feel threatened or jealous, and that just hasn’t happened with me yet.

Finishing up (House party, part 3)

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After the massive threesome fail, I was starting to feel pretty withdrawn.  My hair was a matted mess and I had tears running down my cheeks. It was like 4:30 in the morning. So I slipped into the master bedroom, with the intent of avoiding the remaining people at the party. 

I wanted to clean up a little bit and my bag was in the Host’s closet.  I was digging around but couldn’t find my hairbrush.  Dangit!  I must have left it in the car when I used it right before coming in.  While I was still searching, in walks the cuckhold guy I had seen earlier.  He’d been listening while the Host fucked his wife, and shortly thereafter I saw him eating her pussy on the stairwell. 

He made some joke about how the last time he’d seen me we were in 4th grade.  What?  I did a double take, because I actually did attend elementary school in that city for a while, so not improbable.  He was an average looking, white guy, with bland enough features that I wasn’t sure that he might not have been someone I knew.  He laughed though, and said he was kidding.  Whew! 

He came over and went in for a kiss.  I wasn’t too excited about it and sort of pulled away, making an excuse to leave the room.  I went into the kitchen, where another white guy grabbed my arm. 

This guy was actually pretty cute.  I’d been talking to him earlier and he’d said he was 26, though he looked even younger.  He could definitely pass for a college student.  So in that sense, he wasn’t my type, but he might have been, 15 years ago, lol. 

In any case, he was surprisingly confident and persistent, and he WAS pretty cute. He kissed me a couple of times before I let him lead me down the stairs. To my chagrin, the cuckhold guy was down there already, looking excited to see us.  His wife was passed out on the couch, though she was awake enough to respond when he made a joke about her being the parking lot attendant.

I sat on the couch with the young guy and we were sort of making out.  The cuckhold guy comes over and we ended up moving to another couch. He followed.  He was making comments about threesomes.  I was starting to think, hey, this might not be so bad.  I just had a threesome with two black dudes, now I could do two white guys, that would be a fun story to tell!  Haha

The young guy pulled out his rather thick, nice cock and I started to suck on it.  It wasn’t for long because the other guy was undoing his pants and standing near my face.  So I turned and started to suck on him while continuing to jack off the other guy with my hand.  I didn’t like the taste of this guy’s dick, what was it?  Dried cum?  Gag…

My hand suddenly felt warm and wet.  The younger guy had cum.  I briefly considered using my cum covered hand to lube up guy #2 so I could hurry up and get him to finish as well, but decided against it, lmao.  Somehow, I don’t think he would mind.

Instead I kind of pulled away and the older guy starts shouting things like “suck that thick cock!”  He was just getting revved up, and didn’t realize the other guy had finished (he was still rock hard).  We exchanged glances and I knew he wanted me to cover up for him.  I didn’t say anything about it and sort of half assed sucked on the other guy’s cock a bit while the younger guy pulled up his pants.  I pulled away and didn’t finish off the cuckhold, kind of left him hanging there. The Host had just come down the stairs so that gave me an excuse.

The Host probably thinks I fucked a lot more guys than I actually did at the party, lmao.  There were a few instances where I saw him watching me and it would have appeared to be so, but wasn’t.  Like once, this man, who was part of a black married couple that I had been talking with, had cornered me in the bathroom and tried to ask about having a threesome with he and his wife.  I liked HER and she was cool, but him, not so much.  Plus, I don’t know that she would have wanted that, or it was just him, because he was being secretive.  He turned off the light at one point and we were in there in the dark. Upon opening the door, there was Mr. Host again, paying attention from across the room.

Anyhow, I got up and asked Mr. Host if he needed help with anything. He was cleaning up and said he thought he had it and was just trying to get people to leave now. The younger white guy left and I avoided the other one and went upstairs. 

The Redhead girl was sitting on a chair upstairs in the living room and I sat down to talk to her, while some of the remaining people who were milling about filtered their way out.  She had changed out of her dress and was bumming, in sweats with her hair pulled back, like if you were at home watching tv or something. She said she had to be at some military function in an hour.  Mr. Host had went into the kitchen and was having a discussion with the security guys, I think divvying up money. They each individually hugged me before they left, by the way. I don’t think they had a clue how uncomfortable I was with the rough sex.

She sees me and was like “OMG, did you…”  I said “yes” and she said “I have never….”  I responded “I know”.  She whispered “I could barely even…”  I retorted “me either”.   The Host walks into the room so we continue our conversation in half sentences, obviously talking about the guy with the big cock, but wanting to fly under the radar so he wouldn’t catch it.  He was like “What the Hell did I just hear??”  LMAO.  I said “we are telepathic” and he just stared in disbelief.  She laughed and said “telepathy, we are communicating through telepathy”.  We both giggled and were like, it’s just “girl talk”.  He looked suspicious, but shook his head and left the room.

We talked for a few minutes longer about him and his not cumming with her and she said it was the same with Mr. Host.  She says now HE can go forever!  At that, the woman who I know has an ongoing sexual relationship with Mr. Host, whose husband is the old black guy and she is like 27, came into the room.  She was messing with her phone but looked up at that comment and said “yep”.  Then the Redhead made a joke, that I didn’t catch until later.  She was like straddling the arm of the chair she was on and said “Quit tryin to run” and the other girl laughed out loud.

Hours later, when I was in bed with Mr. Host, I finally “got it”, LMAO!  He’s got me pinned down, in some sort of hold where he is on his elbows and doing me from the back and he says “Quit tryin to run!  You can’t go nowhere!  Quit tryin to run!  You can’t get away from me!”  LMMFAO!!!  I can just picture him, with his big old cowboy hat that he likes to wear, and his southern drawl/midwestern twang accent, out there “wrasslin a hawg” or something.  Only in this interaction, I’m…..the hog.  Bahahaha! 

The embarrassing part is that, to me, this was actually pretty hot! LMAO Rape fantasies and all. 😉 Not the imagining a hog part, lol, but just being trapped like that where I can’t get away. 😉

Okay, so anyway the third girl is in the room and The Redhead again brings up the guy with the big dick. Now she is curious too because she didn’t get to have sex with him. So we both climb over onto the couch with her and we are huddled up talking and showing her pics and she is asking what his screen name is and saying she needs to put this into her phone.

In walks Mr. Host, and we quickly change the subject. You can tell he’s been trying to catch a little bit of our conversation and see what’s up. He later told me he didn’t like us girls talking about him. I guess that’s what he assumed since we had all slept with him at some point. He admitted though, that guys do the same thing. I said we were talking about something else anyway, and that she had only mentioned that he lasts a long time. Of course that was before I got the other joke, haha.

The Redhead left and the other girl went back and I think was talking with Mr. Host. Her husband came out and practically yelled at me to get up off the couch and come to bed. I’m thinking, seriously, please tell me we are not sleeping in the same bed with these people again!! Mr. Host had promised me not this time.

I got up and he was like you come in here with me, but said I needed to go outside to my car. I walked past Mr. Host and this woman having what appeared to be some sort of emotional discussion, in order to get my purse. I get the feeling she wants to sleep with him. Where is that going to leave me? I sure as hell don’t want to sleep with the old guy.

I went out and got my hairbrush. When I came back in she was still in the room, but walked out. Mr. Host was lying on the bed.

It felt a little awkward. I asked “what do you want me to do?” and he looked a little upset but said “what do you mean?” I said I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to sleep with him. He said, “of course I do, go close the door and come here, I think we are done with them now”.

I did as he asked and got under the covers next to him. The old man then barges in the room and starts telling me to get up and trying to yank me out of bed. I pulled away from him. He said “come on! Aren’t you going to come with me?”. I turned to look helplessly at Mr. Host. He looks at me for a second and then tells the old guy to leave us alone to “talk”. He didn’t come back. Thank God.

Mr. Host was like “you should have told him no, it’s okay to stand up for yourself”. I asked “were you trying to pawn me off on him?” and he said “NO!! Of course not.” He claimed the guy was drunk and normally doesn’t act that way, that normally he would be very polite and ASK me first, not demand stuff. He said he is not really like that.

I don’t know, but I was a little confused and glad he left. We had great sex in the morning but through much of the rest of the night I felt he was holding back a bit, maybe trying to keep me quiet so the other girl wouldn’t hear. He said he just wanted to “make love” and was going slow for much of the time. Not that it wasn’t fun, just a little frustrating. He did say he was tired, which is reasonable I guess, lol and wanted to sleep with his cock inside me (talk about frustrating, haha).

In the morning though, the sex was more intense and those people were still there. Finally, he came. :p I had to leave early due to my ex husband acting like an ass and refusing to take my son to basketball practice. Grrrr…. So not sure what happened with them after that.

I wasn’t able to meet with the Bodybuilder because of that either and he was kind of upset. I think he feels put off, and it’s true I kind of did do that. I couldn’t make any concrete plans with him due to my ex making it difficult for me to spend as long as I would like out of town. I’m glad I left it open ended though or it would have been worse. I knew I couldn’t make promises to get together. I’m sure he will still try to meet with me again. 😉

The house party goes downhill (part 2)

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When I left off the last blog entry, I was still at the party and had just finished experiencing a gigantic cock.  I feel a little guilty about my attitude at the time, now that he has been texting me a little bit.  He’s actually been fairly nice.  Maybe I was too hard on him. Guys don’t always want to be treated like a big piece of meat either.  In any case, he said his time with me was “phenomenal” and he wants to meet up again.  He is a nice looking guy and wasn’t awful or anything, he just seemed pretentious. 

That and I was irritated that he wouldn’t cum.  In talking with The Redhead later, she brought up that he didn’t cum with her and I said don’t feel bad, me either.  We agreed we hate it when men try to reserve that so they can keep fucking at parties or whatever, because it makes you feel like a failure.  I mean, I get the reason, because it would be hard for most of them to keep going and going and going if they didn’t, it’s just still a disappointment.  They probably don’t like it when we hold back from them either.  SHE said when he tried to put her in doggystyle she told him “no way!”  LMAO  Made me feel a little better about refusing to swallow.

Okay, so when I walked out of the bedroom with this guy, I saw The Host watching from across the room.  It was mildly awkward so I just kind of ducked into the kitchen to avoid him.  He got up and followed me.  He came over and grabbed my arm and said “come here”, practically dragging me back to his bedroom.  Only he kept going, and took me into the bathroom. 

I was like “why are we going in here?” and he said because it was more private.  The private rooms were all filled up and his room was for public play.  I couldn’t tell if he was upset or angry or what and was trying to gauge his reaction. 

He said he had to have me now, and started undoing his pants.  He told me to suck it and I had to close the toilet lid and sit on it to do so, lol.  It’s a small little 3/4 bathroom and a tight squeeze in there.  I didn’t do that for long before he pulled me up and told me to bend over.  Over the toilet, lol, I was having to grab onto the sides of it to hold on. 

He grabbed a hold of my hair, pulled me up enough to where he could talk in my ear and said “did he wear a condom?”  I said yes and he said “I don’t want you fucking anyone here without a condom but me”.  I said okay, (not like I was planning to do that anyhow) and he pulled my hair harder, starts pumping harder and says “I mean it!  Do you hear me? I want to be the only one who gets to feel your wetness”. 

Okay, anyhow, we were in there for quite awhile, in the same position, with me grabbing onto the sides of the toilet, lol.  He kept saying he needed to go and could hear people out there looking for him, but he didn’t want to.  He finally stopped (without cumming) and said “I have to go out there but I promise I’ll make love to you later when we are alone”.  What’s funny is that today he actually apologized for being “too aggressive” with me and I guess that is what he was talking about, though I wasn’t the least bit bothered by it at all.

After I left the room I was accosted by the security guy I had been flirting with.  I guess he saw I had just been in there with the Host.  He said he was finished working so we went into a private room.  He started to break out a condom and then asks me if I want him to go get his cousin first.  I said “sure” so he did.  Now I’m kind of regretting that.  I think all would have gone much better had it just been the two of us.

This was quite possibly the worst threesome I have ever had.  We started out on the bed with me sucking security guy #2’s dick, and the other guy fucking me from behind, just like the last time.  Okay, well guy #1 is behind me going at it kind of hard and at the same time guy #2 starts trying to deep throat fuck me.  This was not cool as I was gagging and on the verge of throwing up.  I had my hand on the lower half of his cock and that was the only thing keeping me from choking to death while they were both ramming me from different directions.  I wasn’t in a position where I could SAY anything so I was trying to push back with my hand and stop this and security guy number two starts saying “get your hand out of there, come on suck the whole thing, take it all” and ramming harder. 

Let me say here that this is totally NOT my thing!  I do not enjoy being gagged to death on someone’s cock or having them fuck my throat.  Hell, its hard not to choke sometimes even controlling things myself, let alone with someone ramming it in there.  Apparently there are women in the world who enjoy this sort of thing but I am not one of them!!

It got to the point where I managed to pull my mouth off of his cock.  He didn’t seem to like that and was yelling something about taking it all in but I pulled away and we switched positions, to where I was fucking HIM instead.  He put on a condom and started doing me from the back.   Only he was fucking me much harder, ramming it in a lot harder and faster and the OTHER guy starts saying the same crap this one was about taking it in my throat.  I was miserable and trying to push them both away at the same time.  They didn’t seem to get it.

Someone opened the door and let in the old guy from the last party.  Security guy #2 left the room to go grab another woman while this old guy comes up behind me and is trying to finger me from the back, while I’m still in a doggystyle position with my mouth on security guy #1.  I was showing no interest in sucking his cock anymore and he’s starting to go limp, but still pushing for me to suck it.  Meanwhile the old guy is behind me and trying to finger me from the back, which I also wasn’t enjoying.  A dick is one thing but fingers can irritate me at times and in that position and with him basically trying to fuck me with them, it was not fun.

Security guy #2 and the other woman, a skinny older black woman who has the “librarian” look with glasses and gray streaks in her hair came in.  She starts sucking his cock and he is telling her the same shit he was saying to me but she actually seems to like it.  Maybe because no one was ramming her into him from the back.  Anyhow, the old man was diverted onto fingering her and I was glad for that.  I started to get up, wanting to leave, but security guy #1 comes up behind me and wants to fuck me over the side of the bed.  He was struggling with the condom and losing his erection.

The other woman was really getting into things, really seemed to be enjoying this crap that I hated.  I had tears all down my cheeks, and was feeling awful.  I just wanted to get out of there, but I let him put it in from behind for a minute.  It felt like he went in without a condom and I finally just pulled away from him and walked over to the other side of the room to start getting dressed.  I don’t think he came. 

Maybe some of it was that it was 4 am and my drinks were starting to wear off, but I was just totally turned off and unhappy.  I guess I felt a little inadequate for not liking this stuff when the other woman seemed to think it was so great too.  I was hoping though that they would just direct their attention to her. The old guy had left and the second security guy and the other woman finished while I was getting dressed.  She was lying on the bed and said she was still cumming.  :p 

I don’t know.  I just hate that sort of thing.  To me it feels degrading and I’m not enjoying it a bit.  When I say I like dominant men, I don’t mean in that sort of way, at all.  Maybe I’m hard to please.  It’s one of the reasons I am afraid of gangbangs though.  Some guys just don’t get the difference there or what I mean when I try to tell them that.  Having a bunch of guys and a misunderstanding in that sense could really end up to be a disaster.

Gotta run, my library time is up.  More soon!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meeting the Producer’s new girlfriend…

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In my last blog post I was pissed at the Producer and hurt and had no intention of continuing anything with him.  I finally calmed down a bit and thought, okay, maybe I can do this.  Maybe, if he is really wanting to continue seeing me, like he was saying he had insisted to the other woman, and would be willing to keep treating me the same way he has been, then it wouldn’t be so bad.  I mean, isn’t that what “open relationships” are supposed to be about?

He was, at this point, in Amsterdam, so still couldn’t talk to me until I unblocked him from Whatsapp.  I decided to do so and told him that maybe I had overreacted.  He was very happy.  He said that I meant a lot to him and he couldn’t just turn relationships off and on like a light switch, that he isn’t that kind of guy.  According to him he’d been telling this woman how hurt he was that I wouldn’t talk with him and that he felt like he was losing our friendship.

From there things moved very quickly.  He had said he would like to take me out and talk about things over dinner when he came back, and I thought we could do that.  Then he brought up a swinger party that was going on here in town this weekend.  It was Halloween themed and did sound like a lot of fun.  He thought that would be a great environment for me and the new woman to meet, saying he knew we’d really like each other. 

I was a little concerned that we wouldn’t have a chance to have our talk FIRST, before jumping into the whole party scene, but it did sound like a good time.  Plus it would be a more easygoing way to meet her.  I agreed, since he was overseas, to reserve the hotel room (he said he would pay and normally wouldn’t ask me, but since he was so far away, I didn’t put it on a credit card or anything) for the three of us.  I also notified the hosts of the party that I would be bringing two people and reassured them they would be cool.

Since it was a Halloween party and only a few days away, there was also the concern of figuring out costumes.  I have a really cute little French Maid getup that I was thinking of wearing.  I said maybe somehow the three of us could coordinate.  He asked her and she said she had a ton of costumes, that maybe she could let me wear one of them.  Before I knew it she was offering to come by and show them to me. 

I was a little surprised that she would be willing to drive so far just to do that, and said it wasn’t a big deal if we matched or not, but agreed to let him give her my number so we could figure something out.  She lives about an hour and a half away, closer to where he stays when he comes down here (he had decided recently not to get the apartment near me, even though he’d already put down a deposit, and now I think it’s pretty obvious why).  She seemed really eager to meet me immediately.  In fact, she drove down that night.

He had sent me a few pictures of her, body parts first.  I was like, can I see her face please?  LOL  Men, sheesh,  how can I tell anything about a person from random body parts?  From the pictures she looked cute, not super pretty but average.  She was in fairly good shape, though heavier than I am.

He had already told me she was super bi and into women and that she and her ex used to play sometimes with other men because he was bisexual.  I didn’t really feel like getting fixed up or anything to see her though, so I didn’t. She had commented that she was getting her hair done beforehand, but I didn’t want to seem over competitive and spent more time on housecleaning than anything because my kids had made a mess and spilled popcorn everywhere.  I also had to get them to their dads and had a big ordeal with my oldest son that made us run pretty late. 

When she got in town she texted to ask if I had eaten and I hadn’t so she offered to buy me some Taco Bell and if I wanted to meet her there first.  So I drove around the corner to Taco Bell.  There weren’t many people inside and I knew right away which one she was.  She had asked what I wanted over text and was just bringing it over to the table when I walked in.

In person she looked older than I expected.  I guessed her to be in her early to mid 40’s and she had a few wrinkle lines on her face.  She was skinnier than she looked in the pictures but still had a bit of a tummy on her.  Her accent was pure country and she said she was originally from Nashville.  She was dressed up in a fancy blouse and big earrings.  It looked like she was trying hard to impress.   

I was a little bewildered that the Producer would be so into this woman.  At first sight she seemed nothing like his type.  His ex wife was a gorgeous Brazillian woman with a perfect butt.  There is another girl he has played with occasionally in my town and she is 20 years old and blonde and really pretty.  The other women he has shown me that he talks to or plays with have all been more attractive than this one.  I mean, she was still cute, but like I said, closer to average than gorgeous. Turns out she is the same age as I am, I was kind of surprised.

I was having a hard time imagining myself playing with her.  Not due so much to her looks as her kind of uptight seeming attitude.  I can be reserved at times too but my personality is more laid back. Her body language was tight and reserved and a bit schoolmarmish.  I thanked her for the food and sat down to eat and talk. 

She started in with the questions and came across a bit like an interviewer, asking me about my education and seeming to look down on me a bit when I said I only had a Bachelor’s degree.  She works in an optometrist’s office.  Her three kids are teenagers and she and her daughter don’t get along so the daughter has moved in with her father and they hadn’t talked for 6 months until recently.  I wondered how a parent could go that long without so much as talking to their child, even in the worst of circumstances, but kept my mouth shut.  After all, I have a difficult teenager too and I talked about him.

I was listening and slowly forming my opinions, wondering how on earth she and the Producer could ever get together.  They seemed to me to have absolutely nothing in common.  She’d been married twice, both times to abusive men, and apparently things were kind of bad with her most recent boyfriend too.  They had dated almost two years and she showed me a picture of him.  He was a rough looking white guy, a biker, and it honestly seemed she still liked him a bit despite his supposed abusiveness.

We talked more after we got back to my house and she told me she has never been with a black guy before.  Her mother was in shock and told her not to tell her dad, who is very racist.  She said her mom was cool with it but she was going to wait on telling her father until she was sure things were going to get more serious.

She had brought along a huge suitcase full of costumes, most of them never worn.  She said she just sees things and likes to buy them sometimes.  There were also lots of high heels.  As we discussed what to wear I suggested maybe we could be Playboy bunnies and have the Producer wear a silk robe, like Hugh Hefner.  I didn’t know if he had anything like that though and she said “are you kidding me?  He probably has piles of silk robes”.  Um, what?  LOL  Why would he have that?  But I didn’t comment.  I’ve been shopping with him before at Walmart and he bought clothes there.  He’s not really flashy like that with his clothing, though of course he does have money.

She seemed nice but still a little condescending.  Like she acted sorry for me that the Producer was in a relationship with her and that I had been “just” a FWB that developed “feelings” for him.  She was clearly trying to put me in my “place”, which I didn’t like. 

Anyhow, we finally decided that some of her clothes could be put together, with a little altering, to make a French maid outfit but that we’d include bunny ears.  I didn’t really like most of the rest of her costumes, not my style and wouldn’t make me look hot.  We also took a picture of ourselves (fully clothed and sitting on my bed) to send to the Producer, though at that time we figured he was probably still fast asleep.

She left and I was a little depressed.  I couldn’t really figure out what he saw in her and why he would think she was better than me.  I also didn’t get the impression she was nearly as “bi” as he claimed.  He had said she was really into women, but she told me that she was “willing” to play a little at places like a party.  She said she wasn’t into feelings or anything with women (of course neither am I so I didn’t really care about that).

I didn’t really tell the Producer my thoughts about her.  Just said it left me a little sad, honestly, speaking with her and he said maybe we should call off the party because he didn’t want me to feel bad in any way. He said they both felt really bad that I had been hurt by things.  I said that’s okay, I was sure the party would be fun and I just needed a couple days to adjust.

The next day though, I found out something that completely changed my mind.  He made some comment about how she only wanted him to play with other women if she was there with him and I was like, wait, hold up, does that include me??  Because that changes the whole ballgame.  He didn’t answer for a long time and I was getting anxious.  I finally was like ?? well?? 

He finally admitted that she had told him her one request was that he never play with another woman without her present, including myself.  He said it was very important to her that they only play together as a couple and she had agreed to do the same for him.  He said he was going to respect her wishes.

Oh hell no.  I wasn’t going to have her tagging along every time we had sex.  That completely went against what he had said about the relationship between him and I being just the same as it always has been.  If I can’t have alone time with him I am not going to do this.  He said she was okay with us going out together still, for dinner or to a movie, but no sex. 

FUCK THAT!!  OMG!!  Did he seriously think that was going to be okay with me?  I’m suddenly not “allowed” to have sex with him on our own any more?  Um, no.  That settles my decision that this is just not going to happen.  I asked, is SHE okay with never playing with you unless I am there??  Of course he wasn’t answering so I said I was going to text her and ask.  He told me not to do that but I did it anyway.

She gave me a very condescending little “lecture” over text about how they have a “relationship” and I was only sex to him, so it was different.  She told me maybe I needed to “back off” because she didn’t want someone with feelings for him hanging around. Meanwhile he was telling me that he really does have feelings for me but he wanted to go along with her wishes since he was trying to do this.  He tried to hint that if we had a slipup it would be okay as long as he told her afterwards.  Yeah, whatever, I was done.  I said I spent 13 years married to a man who wouldn’t sleep with me and I am NOT okay with dates that don’t include sex or a babysitter and forced threesomes. 

He was upset with me.  He couldn’t see why I wasn’t okay with this little arrangement.  I said are you kidding me?  You want me to just accept this?  I’m suddenly supposed to be fine with being the third wheel all the time?  Um, no.  I need my one on one time to connect, especially because we’d been seeing each other before she ever came along.

I said I was done with the both of them and since we weren’t going to be seeing each other anymore I would tell him the things I’d been afraid to upset him with before.  I said a real friend should tell you the red flags they see anyhow and I know you’ll think I’m just being a hater but I am going to throw them out there anyhow and you can make your own decisions.  I said this is what I want to leave you with so save it and come back to it someday to see if I am right. He said okay, talk to me.

I told him:

  1. Her family is racist. She’s never dated a black man before.  She said her mom was in shock she is seeing you and told her not to tell her dad.  I know you had a relationship recently where the family’s racism drove you apart and this is something you are going to have to live with for a really long time if you all get serious.
  2. ALL of her exes have been “abusive”, which is a red flag that she may someday be saying that about YOU.  Even if you know you’d never be abusive you did have that one incident where you hit your ex wife that has been haunting you (his ex still brings this up) and this woman might be someone that is so used to abuse she even tries to provoke you to hit her.
  3. She seems like she is trying to isolate you.  She’s already gotten you to completely drop the other women you were seeing and is trying to kick me out of the picture.  A lot of times emotionally abusive people will try and isolate you.  It’s very possible that someone who has been involved with abusive men could be emotionally abusive herself.  She talks down to me already.
  4. She has you getting involved in all of HER activities, martial arts, her church, her social group.  What about YOUR interests, why isn’t she accompanying you to any of those?  It seems like she is trying to change you.  She actually spent time preaching at me while I was there, telling me I should be in church again and that she is “really spiritual” despite admitting that swinging parties go completely against her church’s doctrine. 
  5. She seems really controlling, placing all these demands on you right off the bat.  If she’s like this now, how do you think she is going to be in a couple of years?  A woman who has respect for you is going to follow YOUR lead, not boss you around.

 

  1. I don’t know if I am right about this but she still seems interested in her ex boyfriend, the one she saw for 20 months.  She talked about him a lot and even showed me his picture.

 

  1. Why doesn’t her teenage daughter want to live with her?  Why would she prefer the “abusive” dad?  Even if they have a lot of issues, why would she go 6 months without talking to her?  As a mom that really rubs me the wrong way.  My own mother would do stuff like that but she abandoned us in a lot of other ways too.

 

Then I mentioned the comment about him probably having a lot of robes and that she apparently has some frivolous spending habits with all that stuff she buys but never wears. I reminded him that his ex was a gold digger and he might want to watch out for that to happen again.

He thanked me for my insights and agreed that they were things he should look into and some were very true.  Then a little while later he hits me back saying how could I criticize her about her daughter when I have an out of control son.  I said hey, no one is trying to get serious about and marry me but if they were I would be up front about that.  He is right, my son has a lot of issues but he also knows I love him more than anything in the world and would choose to live with me over anyplace else.  Even if he didn’t I wouldn’t go 6 months without speaking to him.

 

Okay, so then I get a LIVID message from her that he has FORWARDED my entire message to her.  She said I was lying and twisting things to my benefit.  That nothing I said was remotely true. I said, um no, you weren’t meant to see that but I stand behind what I said, it was an opinion based on what I have observed.  I asked why he texted that to her and he said he just wanted to ask her if it was true. 

 

He then texts me to blame me for causing all this “drama”.  He said he can’t believe he is having to deal with this kind of drama from two women when he is all the way overseas and that it’s worse than his ex who is in her mid 20’s or this 20 year old girl.  He was like I thought I was dealing with grown women that could be mature about this.  I said, nope, you caused the drama by SENDING HER my opinion, did you really think she wouldn’t get pissed??  That’s your people, you can deal with the repercussions of that!

 

At that point he was heading off on the plane to come home to the U.S. so I wished him a safe journey and said maybe he’d find a seatmate that wanted to listen to his woman troubles and offer advice, lol.  When he got back though, shit hit the fan because he was still trying to say he really just wished we could all go to the party together and I would agree to have her with him when we had sex.  Never…..

 

It finally got to the point where I blocked him again.  He just seems so brainwashed by this woman already.  WHAT the hell did she do to him??  I don’t get it at all!!  How could he be so bowled over by someone like her??  She must have some serious skills in some area or another!!  Is it in the bedroom?  I know she doesn’t give better blowjobs than me because he was just telling me that I am a head and shoulders above all the rest as far as that is concerned. 

 

Maybe he likes her because she is such a hit to his ego.  37 years and has never been with a black man and now she’s sooooo in love with him!  I admit I probably didn’t flatter his ego enough.  I held back in that regard and didn’t want to come across as to overeager.

 

The only other thing I can think of is that she is some kind of a master manipulator.  During our last argument he threw in my face that they are going on a cruise together for “their” birthday.  Apparently their birthdays are the same week and he said this means they are meant for each other.  He really seems to believe that bullshit too.  It’s amazing.  My ex husband and I were 4 days apart, big fucking deal.  I was like, well, it sure beats roses that didn’t mean anything to you and he said “you are trying to guilt trip me but it’s not working”.  Um, okay.  He then said I was twisting everything about her.  Apparently she’s really pulling some puppet strings because, no, I was being real.

 

In any case, it’s crazy seeing him act like such a fool over someone he’s only known a few weeks. He’s been totally snowed. Who decides to get all serious THAT quickly?  Seems like a train wreck waiting to happen, but it’s no longer any of my concern.

P.S. No clue why WordPress decided to number my paragraphs after #5 both #1 again. Maybe they think those are extra important, lol. 😉

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!! 

From the friend zone to the end zone (and a little further)

Many people, both men and women, seem more threatened by the idea of a threesome with two men and a woman than one involving two women. I’m not sure why that is. I could speculate, but instead I’m going to relay my own adventures because personally I LOVED being the center of attention during sex with two heterosexual men who were entirely focused on ME, ME, ME, lol. 😉 It took a special kind of emotional connection for me to get to the point of wanting sex with more than one man at a time but when it happened it was HOT. My tale is also a true story of how one guy got out of the friend zone and into my panties so men take note, it is NOT impossible under the right circumstances!

Once upon a time, back in high school, I had this platonic guy friend. He had been dating a friend of mine but when they broke up he and I stayed close. When I say close I mean he was at my house all the time. We spent almost every afternoon together after school, for like an entire 3 years. He was a nice looking guy and smart and fun and everything you could ever want in a boyfriend but for some reason I had just assumed he had no sexual attraction to me, so he became “like a brother”. We hung out and I told him all about the various boyfriends I had and guys I was sleeping with. Looking back it’s like a forehead slapping, DUH, he liked me, but I was oblivious at the time! Completely!!

Back in those days I was pretty sexually adventurous (surprise, surprise) and running around with a like- minded female friend (who had been his girlfriend originally) and a group of guys that were even more so than us. He was there but I don’t remember who, if anyone, he was sleeping with during that time. I just remember him always being there with ME. He was even there in BED with me on several occasions when I was having sex with someone else. I’m not even sure what he was doing there, I guess just watching and hanging out. At the time it never occurred to me that he might be getting off by the sight of it all or that he too might be interested. After all, wouldn’t he have tried something on me by then?

In any case I was blind as fuck. Once he even spent the night at my house, but he hid under the bed so my grandmother wouldn’t know he was there. No apparent sexual interest, at least not that I could see. He teased me constantly and we were flirtatious with one another though, and EVERY guy I dated was just sure I was secretly fucking him on the side. I had to explain that he was JUST a friend and they were just so ridiculous in not seeing it for what it was. Haha. Yeah, I’m shaking my head over here too.

So eventually it came to pass, during the last few months of my senior year, that I started seeing the guy that was Mr. Platonic’s best male friend. He and I were having sex. Mr. Platonic was always around and hanging out with us, and I think he started to get jealous. Once, when Male Friend and I were getting it on and Mr. Platonic was sitting there watching us, Male Friend’s roommates thought it would be funny to bust open the bedroom door and see what we were doing. The guy who popped open the lock was a very attractive, occasional male stripper and he thought it was HILARIOUS that Mr. Platonic was just sitting there doing nothing and watching the action. He came in the room asking if he could join in too and I was tempted, haha, but he got a pillow thrown at his head and the door slammed in his face, lol. It resulted in poor Mr. Platonic getting a lot of teasing though, from the other guys.

Not long after, there was a time when Male Friend and I were making out in the backseat of a car and I felt Mr. Platonic’s hands on me as well. He was trying to get in on the action and I was offended and pushed him away. Ouch. Harsh rejection. On my end though it was like dude, we are just friends, what the hell?

It just so happened that Mr. Platonic, around that time, started some kind of a relationship with a female friend of mine. She was one of these girls that looks absolutely perfect even without makeup and she had tons of money and seemingly everything. She was smart too, and in the gifted program at school. I was friends with her but she was a “mean girl”, always putting down others and sneering at the lesser females. She was cool to hang out with and could be fun, but I can’t say I truly liked her as a person.

Anyhow, it was brought to my attention that there was something going on between them when she bought him a very expensive pair of shoes for his birthday. I was jealous in more ways than one. What was going on with them? Why was she buying him stuff? Were they seeing each other? For some reason I didn’t like it at all and of course I couldn’t afford to buy him stuff like that so I felt kind of bad, and kind of bad that I wasn’t doing the kinds of things for my friend that maybe I should be. It’s amazing how knowing another female is into a guy can suddenly bring him into the radar. If I had to give guys tips on how to get out of the friend zone I’d say MAKE HER JEALOUS is at the top of the list! Show some interest in another woman other than her and don’t just hang around hoping your interest in HER will suffice.

Anyway, one night soon after, he and I were home alone at my house and he made another move, coming onto me hard and kissing me on the couch. I didn’t reject him this time around. We ended up having sex and it felt so good. I was so full of emotion afterwards that I actually cried. He laughed at me and asked what’s wrong. I was so afraid that it would “ruin our friendship” now that we’d slept together. It didn’t though. 😉

What happened was that the next time he and I were together with Male Friend it naturally evolved into a threesome. Neither of them is gay so all the attention was on me. Mmmmm….. we liked it so much that we kept at it, again and again, having threesomes frequently into the summer months, maybe 20 or so times total.

We didn’t have a lot of places to have sex at that age so a lot of times we were in public. We’d have hot threesome sex in the car, or on a picnic table, or in the grass on the side of the road, or in the bathroom of a neighborhood swimming pool we’d climbed over the fence to get into at night. Once we were in the trunk of a car with the seats lying down while someone else was driving. Wild and free. There were a couple of times mutual guy friends of ours tried to get in on the action but I didn’t let them. Two was good for me, I wasn’t looking for a gangbang.

I really loved it when we’d smoke a joint in the car then Mr. Not so Platonic would lower the passenger side seat down and take me from the back while I was giving a blowjob to the Not Just a Male Friend in the backseat. Hot, hot, hot! It usually ended with one guy getting off then the other one finishing some more with me so I got twice the amount of time having sex as usual too.

I haven’t had a threesome with two guys since them but I can’t say I will never do it again. The circumstances and people involved would have to feel right because I don’t want to do it with anyone that sees it as treating me like a “slut” or being degrading. Just a personal pet peeve of mine I guess! It’s all about the mutual pleasure.

The Professor has a lot of threesomes with married women. I have to admit that when I recall my own experience it makes me more jealous than I was originally. The woman involved is getting a LOT of attention from two men and there is nothing quite like that. I don’t get the sense that he wants to go there with me though. He has commented that in a threesome with a married couple he feels like a third wheel. Apparently he likes it enough to keep at it though, so I don’t know. In any case I don’t feel ready to ask about him doing that with me, yet.