More Thoughts on the Promiscuity Game

I want to return to the present day and my night with Amanda and Dillon, but before I do I’ve been encouraged by the lovely Jenna at JennasAttic to share a reply to a question she asked. Jenna wanted to know (and others have asked too) how the game made me feel, who won the game and how did days like that affect my marriage. I did my best to answer and its included below.

How did I feel during all of it? Fun, excitement, creative, confident. There’s a certain calm that’s achieved when you aren’t looking for a long-term mate and you’re just enjoying the company of a woman. Because I had full immunity and consent from my wife, there was no stress of getting caught etc. Just enjoyment. We had been having sex on a scale like this for a while at the time this weekend occurred. After meeting so many people, you get a feel from them early on if they are into casual sex or the type of person who looks for a long term relationship.

It’s almost like a pre-consent vibe. I don’t even want to proposition a woman if I have a feeling it’s going to make her uncomfortable. Consent and comfort are of utmost importance in this lifestyle.

So I felt relaxed and fun and excitement. Trying to bed a stranger has great adventure and I love the rush of the game. I have instincts of whether a woman would be up for sex or not, but sometimes I know before even she does. So there’s still the courting and the banter, all of which thrills me just as much as the sex.

The encounters with the usual cast of swingers and playmates is still fun too. And there’s a sense of courtship with them too, though truthfully those relationships are more about the straight physical. But they can propose adventures too. I’ve never bedded Melody’s sub alone before. I usually don’t let the husband of couples suck me either. But I did it because I knew it would get a rise out of Melody later.

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Our game was very much Spy vs Spy (that old Mad cartoon) in a way. There was no winner per say. It was about the hunt and the story. Everyone I had an experience with, I did so primarily to impress/please my wife. And she did the same for me. Yes, I got physical pleasure from it and yes I sincerely enjoy the company of these women, but Melody was always on the forefront of my mind.

Our marriage had moved beyond emotional and physical means. We started getting off on more mental and story driven stimulus.

So the feeling I felt most overall was pleasure and satisfaction. Because Melody was going to love what I had done just as I was going to love hearing about her day too.

It not only made our marriage stronger, but it was part of what made “us” us. We had threesomes while dating. 2 weeks after she took my virginity, we fucked another couple. She trained me and taught me so much about sensuality and sexuality, but we learned together too. There were years of our marriage where we didn’t mess around at all with others though. We tried everything. Including vanilla sex and monogamy.

Being with others ultimately reinforced that we were the perfect mate for each other. I found no lovers that pleased me more than her and she found no lovers who pleased her or understood her like I did. Fucking others was the foreplay to fucking each other. The sex we would have after sharing our tales with each other? Goddamn magical. Unlike anything else.

We never even saw ourselves as having an “open” marriage either. It was us, our circle. The world was just our playground.

Are we married anymore? No. But I can honestly say it had nothing to do with our sexual proclivities. We just evolved differently. But I’ll go into that another time. I’ve rambled long enough.

How To Succeed In Promiscuity Without Really Trying

Wicked Wednesday

There’s a game that Melody and I would sometimes play. A friendly competition that we would play apart, but enjoy together later when we divvied up our winnings.

The goal was simple. How many different people could we perform sex acts with in a 24 hour period. Orgies were off limits. Threesomes ok. And it didn’t have to be penetration. Just naughty. Kissing even counted if the story was good enough.

The game would begin at 7am on Saturday and end back at our house at 7am on Sunday. Sometimes we would add a theme or special rules.

Examples: People we’ve never been with before. Couples only. People in their 20s. People in their 50s. Public spaces only. BDSM encounters. Watching only. Sex toys only. Interracial only. Oral only. And on and on.

This particular day was a free for all. Anything goes. Which meant the numbers would be high.

We would keep score by cataloging the time, name of the person and a description of what we did. Bonus point if we got pic or video. (Not sharing any of those here out of respect for privacy.)

Below is my scorecard from that day.

7:30am – Sumalee (a playmate of ours)
Woke her up by knocking loudly on her door. She answered the door in nothing but a t-shirt, bush peeking out. She was pissed but I told her I just HAD to fuck her and couldn’t wait a minute. She let me in. I bent her over the back of the nearest chair and fucked her from behind. Came inside her. Left her t-shirt on.

8:15am – Lucy (a co-worker’s sister)
Called her. She was still in bed. Had phone sex with her. Listened to her use a vibrator on herself as I talked her to a climax. She wanted me to come fuck her but her masturbation just counted so I told her I was busy.

9:30am – Lindsay (stranger)
Met a girl in a coffee shop. We talked about an hour. Convo turned very sexy and flirty. We snuck inside a bathroom at the back of the store. I sat on the edge of the toilet. She put one foot on my leg and I pulled her to my mouth, licking away at her panties, then pulling them aside as she swing her other leg around my shoulder and held onto the wall for balance. She came quickly and was surprised when I turned down a blow job. We exchanged numbers and I said goodbye.

11:03am – Celeste (stranger)
Found her on a singles app. Her pics were sexy. Full-figured gal with amazingly full tits. We’d been texting dirty all day. I told her I really just wanted to fuck her. Nothing more. She said come over. I did. She opened the door wearing a thin black dress. It was on the floor in less than a minute. I slid on a condom and was inside of her seconds after that. I loved how her huge tits bounced all around as I fucked her hard and fast. It only took me about 2 minutes to cum. I didn’t hold back. Didn’t wait for her. After I came, I dumped the contents of the condom on her massive chest, licking myself off her while I fingered her. She was so wet, the fingering quickly turned to fisting. She came loudly in just under two minutes. I got dressed and left. It was 11:12am. (Surprisingly a 9 minute encounter is not my record).

12:45pm – Annabelle (Mel’s sometimes sub)
I already reeked of pussy so went back home to shower. Didn’t even notice Annabelle was in our bed until after I got out. She told me she and Melody had fucked a couple hours ago and Mel let her sleep here after. Annabelle asked me if I wanted to fuck her too, but I had more in mind. I had her put on Melody’s clothes, perfume and makeup. I made a video of me fucking Anna’s mouth as her head dangled off my marriage bed. Adding to the video, I then let Anna wear Mel’s strap on and fuck me in the ass as I called her Melody. I’ve never even let Mel, herself, do this to me, though after watching the video she’d certainly want to later. As Annabelle pinned me, she reached around and jerked me off. I came on Mel’s pillow. A fitting end. This will be worth several points.

4:00pm – Raven and Miller (call girls)
I paid 2 call girls to come to our house and fuck each other on my already soiled bed. They went at it for a solid hour while Annabelle and I watched. Anna would eventually join them and they made each other cum well. I kissed them all on the mouth as they left.

6:15pm – Izzy and Mac (swinger friends)
Dinner ended in me drinking wine being poured off Izzy’s tits while Mac watched. Mac then fucked her with the empty wine bottle while she sucked at me. They kissed while I fucked Izzy’s pussy. After I came inside of her, instead of eating her out like he normally does, I let Mac suck his wife’s fuck juices off my limp dick.

9:00pm – Macy (Stripper, occasional party girl, have fucked her before)
While she gave me a lap dance, Macy let me suck her tits in the middle of the club. She whispered in my ear how wet it made her and then bent over in my face to show me the dark blue puddle that seeped through her light blue panties.

9:35pm – Nadia (stripper)
Discreetly fingered her in the V.I.P. room. She not-so-discreetly gave me a hand-job through my pants. Didn’t cum. Actually faked it though so she would stop.

10:45pm – Sadie and Penny (partygirls)
Arrived at a party thrown by Ripken, a lifestyler. Orgies were off limits, but sex parties were not. In fact, Melody had beaten me there and was already in a backroom with 2 men. Her 2nd pair of men, I was also told. Sadie was a semi-regular to these parties. Only chatted her up about 10 minutes before we grabbed a spot in a group area. Penny was a friend of Sadie’s and a first-timer. She only watched at first. Sadie rode my face as I ate her to a long fulfilling climax that got the attention of the entire room. It was enough to pique Penny’s interest so she took a ride on my face as well. Her center was sweet so I ate her slower, but her climax was no less intense. I felt Sadie pull off my pants and mount me as Penny continued cumming on my face. Sadie never made me cum. We eventually repositioned where I was fucking Penny while kissing Sadie hard on the mouth. Came in surprisingly furious amounts inside of Penny, who had a high quality pussy.

Midnight – Melody (wife)
Surprised Mel with a kiss while she had 2 more guys’ dicks inside of her. She was getting fucked so hard, I don’t even know if she noticed it was me.

1:25am – Olive and M.K. (partygirls)
I’d been with neither before. Olive had a private room there at the hotel where the party was so we went back to it. Had a feeling Mel was already outpacing me so said “fuck it” and enjoyed my time with these two. Olive was into bondage and had bed restraints so fun was had with those and some crops, clamps and other sex toys. My stamina was so high at this point, the ladies had a hard time making me cum, but climaxed on their own numerous times giving it a try. Then I found out M.K. was only 19 and lost it while tit fucking her.

4am – Talia (Mel’s sister-in-law)
I knew her husband, Melody’s brother was out of town. Talia texted me about 2am telling me so. She was home drunk from a bar. I got the message after being with Olive and M.K. and headed over there. Talia and I had fucked before, a threesome with Melody. Watching Melody fuck her own brother’s wife was one of the craziest and hotest things we had done. Talia and I carried out a solo affair for a few months after. I disclosed it to Mel of course, though Talia didn’t know that Mel knew. When I got to Talia’s I saw Melody’s car. Fuck. She was one step ahead of me again. I knocked on the door and Talia let me in. Melody smiled at me wickedly. Talia joined her on the couch and I watched for a bit as the sisters went at it before I couldn’t stand it any more and had to join in.

6am – Just me and Mel
Talia had passed out. I led Melody, who had a hard time walking, honestly, to Talia’s bathroom where I had a bathtub full of hot water waiting for her. I helped her inside and bathed her tenderly as we began sharing our night’s scores until daybreak. Then we headed home. Together.

Short Girls Will Be The Death Of Me

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I gotta admit. My cock grew fully hard just at the sound of Amanda knocking at my door. When Dillon opened the door and embraced her long-time friend, their respective cleavages clashing, their excited squeals in harmony, I almost came right then at the possibilities of what was about to happen.

The more Dillon heard about myself and Melody’s secret sex life, the more she wanted to compete with her. Though she said she wanted to continue “life in the moment” and thought that bringing in another would be a good reminder that we are just to be fuck buddy’s, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

I thought she was overthinking it all, but in any case this lead her to invite Amanda over. Amanda is another of Dillon and Melody’s childhood besties so of course I’m thrilled by this. Though I’d never had the string of fantasies about her, like I’d had with Dillon, I knew that Amanda (Mandy, her close friends called her) probably fucked good.

She was the opposite of Dillon personality wise. Amanda is brash, ornery, and generally tears through men like it’s nothing. And physically, Amanda is a near replica of Melody which is why I know she’ll feel fucking exquisite.

Short girl. Huge tits. Thick lips. A magic trifecta that’ll be the fucking death of me.

Dillon has never been with a girl and is not sure if she even wants to, but she does get off on the idea of watching. She confessed to me that after she found out about Melody fucking Chase (her then boyfriend), she was heartbroken, but said she also felt angry that she didn’t get to watch.

Chase, in a dumb-dude move and maybe in an attempt to hurt her, told Dillon how good Melody was— how quickly he got-off when she sucked him, something Dillon always had trouble doing. (Though she had no trouble with me, I might add).

So after hearing that, she would often fantasize about watching Melody and Chase fuck. She told me she would finger herself or use a vibrator even as she thought about it. Chase, himself, could never make her cum, but fucking herself while imagining watching them always got her off, she confessed.

Dillon wanted to turn these emotionally difficult watching-fantasies into something real and fun. Unlike Melody who shied away from sex play with her close personal friends, Dillon felt more comfortable with it. Plus, she had told Amanda about our recent romps, including praise of my skills. To which Mandy apparently replied jealously, “Goddamn, Bitch. I wanna fuck him too!”

And there you have the events that have led to Amanda now knocking at my door and rubbing her giant tits all over Dillon and me as she hugs us both excitedly.

Amanda knows she is here to get fucked, but makes no big deal about it, a huge turn on for me.

We sit in my living room, drinking wine and listening to old soul records. The girls laugh over stories from high school and about certain boys. Melody’s name gets mentioned a lot.

Amanda has a lot of good stories about her, many I hadn’t heard— blowing 2 boys in the bathroom of a party, having to tell her in the hall that she had cum running down her leg after she fucked the security guard in his car during lunch. Amanda even admits to getting fingered by Melody over a dare, how they liked it and did it again for fun several times later. I wonder why Melody never mentioned this or wanted to bring Mandy on as a playmate?

I’m getting very aroused hearing about Melody. Recently this would have bothered me, but I’m just gonna embrace it for now. In fact, it’s inevitable I’m gonna think of Melody while fucking Mandy. How could I not? These short, busty nymphs could be twins.

A second bottle of wine is opened and I invite Amanda to sit on the floor in front of me while I rub her shoulders. It’s an obvious move to get things started, but neither girl says anything about it.

Dillon watches from the couch as I place my hands on Amanda’s bare shoulders. Mandy instantly reacts with a sultry moan and Dillon and I both smile at each other, my cock harder than ever.

Not Her Boyfriend

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“You have to stop making love to me like that,” Dillon struggles to say as she catches her breath, a pool of my cum resting deeply inside her center. My hands cup her breasts from behind and I’m kissing her shoulders in a series of slow, long tastes.

“Ok,” I simply say, as my kisses travel to her neck.

“It’s making me fall for you and I can’t fall for you. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend. Boyfriends lie and cheat. Boyfriends leave. You can’t be my boyfriend.”

“Ok.”

I’m sliding down her body, my fingers exploring her lips and breath as she talks, my kisses dance a bit too long on her nipples, eventually breaking free and moving downward still.

“I want you to be my teacher. My guide. My experiment. My toy. My preacher. My…”

She stops talking as my mouth reaches her glistening sex. It’s still gaping and oozing from our fuck just moments ago. I kiss her there just as tenderly as I kissed her everywhere. My cum lines her walls and puddles underneath her. I breathe us in and moan as I press my mouth further in.

“I’ve never been so relaxed,” she continues in a calm near whisper. “I’ve never been so confident and at peace. My whole life I’ve tried to make men like me. I’ve stressed over pleasing them, gave them my body, anything they wanted. I just wanted to be loved. But you, I didn’t care if you liked me. I fucked you for revenge. I fucked you for the experience. I wasn’t worried about pleasing you, I only wanted to get off. And you got my off in ways I’ve never even dreamed of.”

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My mouth has gradually planted firmly into her. Slowly I grind the flat part of my tongue along her stiff clitoris. I feel it at the back of my tongue and slowly lick up until she’s at my tip. I circle her bud twice in one direction, twice in another and then flatten my tongue, guiding it back down until I feel her stiff drop again at the back of my tongue. I repeat this series of motions over and over and over, with just a touch more intensity with each cycle. Her legs begin to twitch but she continues.

“I’ve had casual sex before, but I still stressed over making the guy like me. Over trying to please him. But the way you fucked me? It was like you already worshipped you. Like I already pleased you just by being. You made me feel comfortable just being me. For once I was in the moment. And even when I’m not with you, I still feel at ease. Because I know I’m capable of it. I know there’s someone in this world who can make me feel this way. It’s not just a dream. It’s…”

She stops talking again. To cum. To convulse against my face. To grasp at sheets and hair. To grunt, moan and scream into the air. To gush into my mouth. To pause her breath as more orgasms bombard her in waves. To feel every nerve in her body light up and glow. To feel alive.

Dillon Drills Me; I Drill Dillon

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“Why were you with Melody so long?”

Dillon had been dying to ask I know, but it’s not the conversation that I wanted to have right now. In fact, I didn’t want any conversation. She had to slide her mouth off my dick to ask it and I knew she was just fucking with me. I was about to cum, nearing the edge and she stops mid-suck to ask me this.

Clever fucking girl.

We had been playing around with denying each other orgasms, seeing who could bring the other closest to the edge, seeing who couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded to cum, etc.

“I don’t want to answer that right now.”

“Why?”

“Well for one, I want you to continue this brilliant head you’re giving me.”

She opens her mouth and hovers above my tip, just barely grazing my dick with her lips. I could feel her hot breath wash over it and I wanted it stuffed in her attentive mouth badly.

I squirmed.

“How about you tell me,” she teases, “and then I’ll finish you off. I’ll even let you decide if I should swallow or wear you all over my face and chest.”

She then brought her wide open mouth down on me, not touching my cock at first, then locked her mouth around me and sucked up my shaft torturously slow, digging the tip of her tongue into my dickhole as she reached the top. It was the best fucking feeling and torture all at once. Because she stopped.

“Tell me why. Why were you with Melody so long?”

“Honestly? For sex.”

“Fucking her was that good?”

“Yes.”

“How good? Tell me in detail.”

Dillon begins sucking me tenderly and slow.

“She always wanted it. She was down for anything and good at everything. The smallest, wettest pussy. The biggest tits. Dangerously skilled mouth.”

Dillon’s now sucking me harder and more passionately. I continue.

“She was orgasmic to a fault. She’d cum just crossing her legs sometimes. She loved watching me fuck other women and I loved watching her fuck men and women. They were all so amazed with her. If ever there was a woman born to do nothing but fuck, it’s Melody.”

Dillon is sucking me hungrily and talking about fucking Melody has me climaxing more than anything. I wanted to cum in Dillon’s throat as I thought about Melody’s throat, but I also wanted Dillon more than ever.

I grabbed Dill by the face and pulled her to my mouth for a deep kiss. She positioned herself quickly on top of me and inside of her.

We fucked and kissed savagely, Dillon humped me with might as I growled into her kiss.

I wanted to add something else.

“But if Melody was here right now, I would choose you. I would fuck you senselessly and cum for hours making her only watch. And it would make her jealous, Dillon, because no one can make her cum like I did. And we would make her watch as you came and came and came.”

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I kiss her again.

She cums.

I cum an instant after her and in harmony we continue to fuck until my cock is drained.

Dillon’s breathing hard and can barely speak, but she manages another question.

“But what would she do now? After watching you make me cum and ejaculating inside of me?”

I knew exactly what she’d do. What she did many times before.

“She’d come over here and eat my cum out of your pussy, licking you better than I could even dream, making you cum harder than I ever could. Once you finished an endless cascade of O’s, she’d put on a strap on and fuck you more. Again, fucking you harder and better than I’m even physically possible. She would fuck you until you were a quivering pile of mush or passed out. Probably both. And then she’d walk over to me and beg me to fuck her.”

“Would you,” Dillon asked sweetly.

“No. I’m done with her.”

Dillon smiled and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back and could tell we were falling for each other. Which made me feel horrible because I just bluntly lied to her.

I would fuck Melody in a heartbeat.

Thoughts on Dillon

Did I mention how great it felt to fuck Dillon? Because it felt great. Like FUCKING great. Like revenge-fucking-a-tight-ass-body-that-I’ve-masturbated-to-years-and-I-feel-like-a-badass-because-she-hasn’t-orgasmed-in-ages-and-I-made-her-cum-multiple-times-and-her-christ-she-can-screw-and-I-think-I-could-lick-her-sex-forever-and-ever type of “fucking great.”

Getting the privilege of bedding this beauty was SO EASY too, like fate, itself, was arranging my booty calls. I saw her at the bar. She hadn’t spoken to me since Melody and I split and why would she? She was Melody’s friend first and we only every made the cordial hellos and small talk when we would run into each other. I’m not sure what Mel told all her friends when she left me, but I’m assuming it was spun in her favor. Melody soon showed her true colors though and fucked Dillons boyfriend one night. The BF called Melody up after fighting with Dillon. Mel should have known he was up to no good. She should have told the asshole to kick fucking rocks. But she didn’t. Melody never turns down dick. Ever. Worst part was she even bragged about it later to mutual friends who immediately saw her as a piece of shit and ran to Dillon with all the details. Dillon broke up with the boy and told Melody to go to hell.

So when I saw Dillon in the bar I approached her only because I knew the two of us could have quite the fun Mel-hate conversation. I never predicted that I’d be balls-deep inside of her and fucking her every day of the week. Our bar encounter happened on Friday. Today’s Thursday and she just left. I can’t remember the last time I fucked the same girl seven days in a row. OK, I can remember. Melody, of course. But I’m not gonna taint this post about Dillon with tales of Mel. There’s plenty of time for the divulging of that later.

So back to Dillon and the bar. I’ll never forget the first words she said to me.

“You must have superpowers. Because how the hell could anyone stay married to that cunt for so long?”

This was before a “hello” or anything was spoken. I always knew Dillon was gorgeous. I had no idea how funny she could be too.

“You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility. I took her so none of my fellow men would have to deal with her. Took one for the team. That and I think she drugged me.”

She laughed and asked me to sit next to her.

I wouldn’t leave her side until morning.

After a night of drinks, laughs and lots of passionate fuck, the morning began tender and sweet.

We didn’t speak a word. We kissed. God we kissed for an hour at least. Yes, it led to more fucking. (Great fucking actually. She rode me reverse cowgirl, but humped me so goddamn slow, I could feel every wet hot bit of her. I loved the sensation of her pussy dragging slowly against my length and I came quickly. She loved how quickly I came too. Made her feel powerful and she loved that I came inside of her without fear.) But it was more than just a morning bang. It was tender and sweet. Unexpected.

She felt it to. So much so that she felt like she had to say something.

“I knew I was gonna fuck you the moment you walked into that bar,” she told me. “But I never expected to fuck you twice. Or stay the night. Or get intimate with you with kisses and shit.”

“Weird. I don’t remember ‘shit’ being involved. I think I would’ve asked you to leave a long time ago.”

It was a dumb joke. She laughed anyway.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not. And I REALLY don’t want to give Melody the satisfaction of ever playing victim or even matchmaker or whatever if we became an item. So we can never do that, ok?”

“Never an item. Got it.”

“But that’s not going to stop me from coming by later so you can fuck the hell out of me tonight and make gentle love in the morning. Because I could get use to that. Could you?”

I smiled and nodded shyly. Fuck, I think I even bit my lip and looked down. This could get dangerous. But I like it.

Seven days straight. And counting.

She Needed It

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Dillon’s mouth goes agape as I plunge my 10 inch stone inside her. I’ve wanted to fuck her for years and her pussy is just as fantastic as predicted. Even tighter.

I place my thumb to her bottom lip, gliding it from left to right and back again. The thickness of her lips arouses me every bit as much as being inside her stellar pussy.

I rock my hips back and forth and feel her flesh hug me tightly as I fuck her snug cunt.

My hand that’s not thumbing her lips is twisting her thick nipple and I fuck her harder.

She moans enthusiastically.

I’ll have her cumming in seconds.

It’ll only be the second time she’s had a real orgasm in 2 years. I know this because she told me an hour ago as I licked away at her pussy and gave her the first.

Dillon is my ex’s childhood BFF and I’ve wanted to fuck her since I laid eyes on her many years ago. She’s had notoriously shit luck with men and I’ve always secretly wanted to please her. I could tell she needed it.

As she arches her back and cum-screams “FUUUUCK” followed by my name, victory is mine.

I grab her savagely by the hair and pull her mouth to mine. I kiss her deeply and continue the relentless pounding of this prized pussy.

She cums in building waves, one on top of the other, moaning and screaming into our sloppy wet kiss.

It was my turn.

“Dillon, I want your permission to cum inside of you. Your pussy is so perfect, I couldn’t possibly pull out.”

She can barely speak at this point, but manages a “fuck yes cum in me” nonetheless.

So fuck yes I cum in her.

I pin her down and stop thrusting. I want her to feel each shot of my nut as it fires out of my staff and crashes deeply inside her. The only movement I want is my cum rushing out of me and coating her pearly pink walls.

Years of desire overfills her hole and puddles her sheets.

The giant wet spot. It’s become a trade mark of mine. I was afraid the vasectomy would reduce that, but I swear I even produce more.

Dillon kissed me even deeper and ran her fingers along the wet spot, sensually coating her fingers in my nut as I reached between her legs and fingered her to another orgasm.

Repeated fuckings of sweet Dillon is guaranteed.