I’ve been on a mission lately. I’m preparing to make my big move (wahoo!!!) and it is taking up much of my time and thoughts. Never fear though, I have a couple of new sexual escapades to share. 😉
Recently, I attended another swinger party. This one was thrown by a couple, actually the people from this post: A couple swap with Producer!! Speaking of the Producer, he has been texting again, pretty much begging me to fuck him. He even once said he would give me “whatever I want” if I would. Hmmmm… guess we will see how much time I have before I leave. 😉 He’s been out of the country, and now out of state, so it hasn’t been practical, yet.
Anyhow, I went to the party with the military man that I went to the Slightly Scary Swinger Party with, the guy who came in me. Because this party was closer to where he lives and I was actually coming in from out of town, we met there. I told him I’d had sex with the male half of the host couple previously, just so he’d be aware. He said okay, then we could play with them. He decided we should discuss boundaries before the party, so I was happy about that.
I called when I got there and he met me outside. The male half of the host couple (Mr. Mandingo, as the Producer once referred to him as) was on his heels. Mr. Military walked faster and got to me first. He grabbed my arm “I don’t want you to give that pussy to anyone else here before me. I get it first, do you hear me?” he threatened, in my ear. Mr. Mandingo was beckoning us to hurry up and get inside. “Anything else you wanted to talk about first?” I asked. “NO. Just don’t fuck anyone without my permission. Come on.”
Inside, we were greeted by Mr. Mandingo’s wife, who was sitting on a couch with another woman, and maybe 10-15 other people, who were mostly congregating around a potluck of appetizers in the kitchen. Most of the people there, were, you guessed it, not particularly attractive. I’d been hoping, since it is near a military base, we’d have a little better luck.
Granted, I got there kind of late and one of the couples that had emailed me earlier was already gone. I’d had to take my name off the party list because for some reason Mr. Military seemed to think he wouldn’t be able to get in for a couple price if I signed up. They may have thought I wasn’t coming. I hadn’t had the time to email them back. Mr. Military said the woman half was very attractive and was later wanting me to text and tell them to come back but my phone service wasn’t working at their house (damn Tmobile). He said he wasn’t sure if I’d like the guy anyhow, something about him wearing a bow tie, lol (why would that be a turnoff?? Men.)
Mr. Mandingo and his wife said that they had missed me and where have I been? They said I need to come around more often. As he took me to hang up my coat, Mr. Mandingo asked why I hadn’t contacted him again. He’d tried to reach me on the swinger site but I am unable to email back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mr. Military watching us and he didn’t look too happy.
Mrs. Mandingo (who is a blonde, 40ish white lady, lol) gave me a tour of the house. There were beds everywhere. Next to each bed was a bowl of condoms, baby wipes and special stay- dry pads for squirters, as well as a bag of breath mints. In the master bedroom, we again came across Mr. Mandingo, who looked like he was about to have sex with someone, a bohemian, hippyish looking woman, with glasses. Mrs. Mandingo apologized profusely and told him to go ahead and do his thing, we would leave them alone, but he hung around for a minute, being friendly towards me.
The hot tub on the back porch wasn’t working and the shadow room they had made in the basement, she said didn’t quite have the effect they wanted, but overall it was a very nice setup. The rule was no locking any doors.
All this time, Mr. Military stayed a little way behind us, watching. As soon as my tour was over, he pulled me downstairs with him, into a room with a bed. He ordered me to take off my panties and climbed on top of me, still in my dress. We started to fuck and soon there were a few people standing in the doorway, watching. Mr. Military didn’t seem to like the audience.
He pulled out and got up to get dressed. “You’re done already?” questioned a tall, skinny, nerdy- looking black guy. “You didn’t even take off her dress”. I could almost see the steam rising out of Mr. Military’s ears. “Are you gonna let me have a turn?” asked the other guy. I looked at Mr. Military and shook my head no. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?” he said loudly, making a point. “She’s not interested”. The guy looked pleadingly at me and Mr. Military repeated, “she SAID she’s not interested”. He reluctantly walked away.
We went upstairs for a bit and I could tell Mr. Mandingo was wanting to sleep with me. He kept coming up and talking to us. We socialized a bit before Mr. Military brought me back down to the same room again. This time he wanted me to take ALL my clothes off. Mr. Mandingo peeked in as we were undressing, but politely closed the door.
We again started fucking on the bed and again the tall nerdy guy was in the doorway watching. The look on his face was honestly kind of creeping me out. I was thankful there was another man, and a muscular one at that, in between us. If I saw someone looking at me like that on the street, I would be scared. This time, I could tell Mr. Military was trying to put on a show, but the sex was still mediocre.
After he finished he lay there for a minute, until the guy left, and then we got up to get dressed. Mr. Mandingo again peeked in the door. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. He kept looking at me all night, making subversive eye contact when Mr. Military wasn’t watching. Mr. Military didn’t leave my side though, and playing with The Mandingos never happened. I later asked him why and he said because the wife wasn’t going to fuck him so he wasn’t about to “share” me.
The rest of the party was nothing to write home about. We went back to Mr. Military’s apartment and he told me I had to be super quiet because one of his neighbors is someone he works with. Basically he just wanted me to lie still and shut the fuck up while we had sex, so he could get off. Same thing again in the morning.
The next day I got an email from a “single” guy on the swinger website. It was Mr. Mandingo, with a newly opened profile of his own. He gave me his number and we texted back and forth, with him saying how badly he wanted to fuck me that night and why didn’t I sleep with him at the party? I said my date said his wife didn’t want to swap and he said no way was he sharing his wife with this guy unless he was my serious boyfriend.
He said he wanted to get a hotel room and fuck me, alone. I was busy now though, and had my kids. The next weekend he invited me to come to his hotel room with he and his wife at another swinger party. Again, I couldn’t.
Since then he has been sending me some crazy texts. Mainly that he wants to fuck me without a condom and cum inside me. He says he wants to “breed” me. According to him this is how he would “claim” me as his. I was like, well, I’m not trying to get pregnant for real and I am not on birth control. He said “we’ll see about that”. ::: blink, blink, blink ::: Men .are fucking. crazy. SMH…
The following weekend I went on a date with a guy I met off Plenty of Fish. He took me to Houlihans for a nice dinner and I wanted to fuck him, mainly because he reminded me of the Professor. He was a little stiff, and nerdy, and actually used to be a Professor himself. He was actually cuter than the Prof though, and former military too.
I guess I just missed the Prof a little bit, lol. He actually texted me right before my date. He has a habit of doing that on Sat. nights, I think because he knows thats when I usually go out. Always with the guilt trips, but never asking me to spend time with him.
So I went back to this guy’s place with him. It’s an apartment on a golf course, like 5 miles outside the city limits. Everything seemed to be going well. We ate some cheese cake at his place (he’d already spent $80 on dinner, so I wasn’t minding desert at home)and then back to his bed.
It all went to pot after that. We were just about to fuck when I asked him to wear a condom. He tried to put one on and totally lost his erection, never to be seen in full again. Yet, he wasn’t going to give up. He kept trying to fuck me, in every which way, doing all the sexual things he would have done could he have gotten hard. We 69’d, everything, to no avail.
OUCH. It was just painful. Painful for him, painful for me, lol. He kept saying “it’s not you, you are sooo gorgeous”. 😛 I was trying to not let it get to me. At one point he got it in for a little bit, but…fail. I don’t even know whether or not to count him as a sex partner. He’s probably going to fall among the ranks of “didn’t count” guys.
He was pulling my hair, slapping my ass, trying different positions…nothing. He went down on me a lot, and was disappointed that I wasn’t cumming. He even asked me the dreaded “what do you want me to do?” Ugggghhhh…what am I supposed to say to that?? “Get hard and fuck me? ” That doesn’t seem like it would go over well, lol.
At one point, as irrational as it may seem, I asked him if he had cum. He had managed to get inside me for just a little bit then pulled out and ran to the restroom. He tried to say yes, he did in the bathroom, but I could hear him in there peeing, so I really don’t think so. It’s just that it wouldn’t be the first time a guy had gone from totally soft, to spurting, in a nanosecond, and I didn’t want another guy cumming inside me, after that last experience.
Since I went home, he’s been begging me to meet up again for a do-over. I feel so bad for him that I may, just to make him feel better. I’m not really very turned on by the idea but I hate to leave him all mortified like that. It’s not like it probably hasn’t happened to every guy at some point and I know it sucks from both sides. He’s promising really nice dates and trying to get me to see him again before I leave. If there’s more, I’ll let you all know!