And Everything Reminds Me Of You

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It’s been two years since I’ve fucked you, Melody.

2 years.

2 fucking years.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever fucking shake thoughts of you.

Or if I even fucking want to.

I remember every goddamn detail of our adventurous life. Every fuck. Every suck. Every thrust inside of you a tiny life of its own. Every orgasm a universe.

The major events of our life always sealed in cum.

You claiming my virginity with one unprotected thrust, filling your hole and the next 12 years of our life.

Fucking you in the church on our wedding day, moments before walking down the aisle with no panties on, my cum running down your leg under your marriage gown.

Afterwards, when the preacher gave us a private moment in his chambers before the chaos of the reception and you suggest that instead of kissing or whispering our loving dreams to each other, that I should choke you with the Father’s rosary while fucking you with the giant Jesus cross on his desk.

Just the suggestion made our love feel otherworldly. Above God. Above establishment. Above rules.

We refrained from the cross fucking (that would come years later), but I did quickly sodomize you over the back of his black leather couch, all those pictures of Christ watching us as I came in your asshole.

We loved being watched.

We loved being alone.

Wedding night monogamy to honeymoon orgies in Thailand, I live them all every day.

Our years of sabbatical from multiple partners spent worshipping only each other. We had had sex most people only fantasize about, but the hottest thing ever was you begging for my seed. Begging to impregnate you.

“I’m going to make you pregnant. Have my baby, Melody,” I would scream as I filled her with sperm.

Remember how incredibly hard we both came?

Remember how incredibly hard we fucked when the pregnancy test came back positive?

For a girl with a cum fetish, getting impregnated was the ultimate rush.

And creating life made us feel even more like gods.

Years of monogamy produced great memories and great bonds. BDSM and D/s exploration fulfilled our desire for adventure and our hunger for heightened things.

I remember every step.

I remember every second.

I remember our return to the open lifestyle. It felt so natural and right.

Everything with you did.

As the children reached school age, the frantic schedule of parenting and monotony of PTA meetings and soccer team lunches made us crave balance.

All those sex-deprived dads constantly staring at your tits, all those weary mothers with their hand on my thigh smiling non-stop as I gave them attention their husbands hadn’t done in years.

Remember how we felt being around all those unhappy couples? Like we were the only ones who truly understood the dance of men and women?

Again we floated above it all.

Gods.

Gods with bottomless appetites for life and desire.

And I remember it feeling like fate aligned it all for us.

Complications with the last baby left you unable to have more. I got a vasectomy to make it equal. I remember sitting on the operating chair, about to get my balls cut open, but having the largest erection thinking of how popular it makes guys at the parties.

Hell, we were always popular anyway and our return to the lifestyle was met with fanfare.

We could have eased into it. But that’s not our style.

We chose the “private” swinger club. The quotes meaning it wasn’t much of a secret and $30 would buy a night’s membership so it wasn’t much of an exclusive club either.

What it did have though was lots and lots and lots of hard cock. And lots and lots and lots of free wet pussy.

Remember what you said as we pulled up in the car and I asked you how many people were you hoping to fuck that night?

“As many as humanly possible. And then some.”

Your hopes came true. And then some.

Godfuckingdamn I loved it. Both watching and fucking. Relentlessly. Like we didn’t miss a beat.

We were gods. Born again in a baptism of fuck. Never looking back.

Wicked Wednesday

Words Fail

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The following is an excerpt from an email I sent the lovely Jenna. She is a very sexy girl and I recommend JennasAttic. I wrote this for her, but she said I could share.

Do you cuss during sex? I love the moment during heavy fucking when sentences fail and all that comes out are expletives. And then taking it even further, making her cum so goddamn hard that words even fail and grunts and wails and gasps of breath is all that’s left. The whining cry of a woman losing her fucking shit in orgasms, reaching a point of climax so extreme, her body lights up, she loses muscle control and her body just twitches as she vocalizes high pitch bursts of sexnoise.

Ever had a guy get off while eating you out? As he licks you with deep passionate kisses in your pinkest of parts, he moans into you like you’re the greatest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.

He grabs you by your bare ass so he can pull you deeper into his face. He’s licking you so thoroughly you can’t handle it anymore. You can’t contain it. So you cum. Veryfuckinghard!!

It drives him crazy hearing your orgasms, feeling you gush and twitch against his mouth. It feeds his fever for you. He eats you harder. He practically yells into your pussy.

“Godfuckingdamn this pussy tastes good!!!!”

He must cum with you. You have him so close already just from experiencing your pleasure, your heat. He wipes your puddled wetness from his face and uses it to fist his own cock.

He lathers his throbbing beast with your pussy’s wetness, strokes it and massages your delicious juices into his dick as he continues to devour your pussy, even though you are cumming so hard that you think you might actually black out.

He feels his nut about to burst. He’s moments away from erupting. But he MUST be inside your pussy, your cunt that has fed his every taste in every sense, your sexheat that’s fulfilled him so.

This cum is yours, not his.

So he forces himself to un-mouth you, places his fuck-stick at your entrance, takes a breath and pierces you deeply and fully in one thrust.

He knows his cum is seconds away from blasting so he thrusts as motherfucking hard and as motherfucking fast as possibly, fucking you, humping you, FUCK-KING you, penetrating you as many times as possible before he explodes.

Even after he yells your name, grits his teeth, and shoots stream after stream of his thick and hearty liquid fire inside of you, he continues to fuck. He continues to claim your cunt over and over until he can’t thrust anymore.

He collapses at your feet.

He sees his fresh steaming hot cum oozing from you, sees your glistening swollen sex and must have you more. He must. He has no choice. It’s everything he wants.

So he crawls between your legs and licks at your fuck once again, slowly, lightly. Savoring and worshipping your body and the lust pool you both made.

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Initiation

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It was summer when Melody took my virginity and we spent the next 2 weeks locked in my bedroom doing nothing but fucking.

School was out. We had no jobs. Rent was paid. We had nothing else to do.

Just.

Fucking.

So I should’ve known when Mel invited me to join her at the home of Rugby and Bristol, a married couple 20 years our senior, that something naughty was afoot.

Melody gave me no warning.

But before I knew it, all four of us were in a hot tub and the girls were topless, both pair of their amazingly large tits bobbing at the bubbly surface.

“Don’t you like Bristol’s tits,” Melody plainly asked.

I did. Greatly.

Bristol was 40 but could have easily been a decade younger. Thick, but not overweight, pale skinned and brunette. She reminded me of that sexy British lady chef I’ve always wanted to fuck.

“She’ll let you touch them,” encouraged Rugby, referring to Bristol’s glorious boobs.

I looked at Melody. She looked back at me like she does when she wants to get fucked.

Bristol stood up a bit, her tits rising above the steamy surface. I took a tit in each hand and lifted them up. They were so full. So heavy.

I could feel Melody moving in closer and feeling for my cock to see if I was hard.

I was.

Then she took one of Bristol’s tits from my hand and placed her mouth on it, sucking at her nipple deeply.

And there it was. My new girlfriend, the girl who only 15 days before tool my virginity, sucking the tit of a 40 year old right in front of me, my own hand still groping her other.

“Kiss her,” Rugby’s voice suggest across from us.

I lean in and kiss Bristol. She moans into my mouth.

We kiss a bit more but I eventually break away and join Melody in sucking Bristol’s tits.

I can feel her pulling her bottoms off.

Melody follows suit.

I do the same. The hot water felt great on my stiff bare dick.

“Suck Melody’s tits now,” Rugby commanded.

And we obeyed.

Melody was very vocal as we suckled her thick nipples. My loud girl was even louder.

“Left her up on the deck.”

We did.

Bristol followed her up, still kissing Mel and her tits as I positioned myself between her two legs which dangled down into the tub.

I was surprised to find her pussy so incredibly soaked on the inside. It was obvious Melody was getting off on this so hard and it turned me on how highly she was aroused.

I dove into her pussy and licked away at Mel with a devoted fever. In our two weeks together I had learned quickly how she licked to be eaten out and I had her cumming in no time.

Melody screamed her orgasm into a muffled kiss with Bristol. It was a sound I loved immediately and would grow to crave.

“Now do that to my wife”

Bristol and Melody exchanged places giggling. And I proceeded to eat Bristol’s pussy as her husband watched and as my new gal sucked at her tits.

Bristol tasted divine.

I slid two fingers deeply inside her four-decade old cunt and flicked away at her g-spot as my tongue rapidly swirled around her stiff clit.

Bristol erupted into a shaking wet orgasm against my face. I showed no mercy and only licked her harder, fingered her deeper.

Her orgasms also muffled, but not by a kiss of the mouth. By Melody’s tit that was dangling into our lover’s mouth.

“Your turn, Will.” Rugby looked at me. “Let him have it girls.”

All 3 of us were now laying on the wooden deck of the jacuzzi. I was on my back looking down at my cock disappearing inside of Bristol’s married mouth.

Fuck she was good.

Bristol’s stellar blow job was heightened by the addition of Melody kissing and licking my balls and under them.

2 mouths on my cock and balls. Motherfucker. A single mouth would never feel the same.

And then it happened.

Before I even know it, Bristol is pulling me out of her mouth and climbing on top of me. In another second she is mounting my dick.

Only my 2nd pussy ever, my second fuck a mere 2 weeks after my first and in the presence of her husband and my girlfriend.

And she’s great.

Bristol’s pussy feels as fine as it tasted and this woman…

Knew.

How. To. Fuck.

“Do you want to cum inside my wife,” I hear Rugby ask.

And before I could answer, I was.

In buckets.

Feverishly, Mel pushes her off me and pins her down on the deck, face down in her sex, eating away at Bristol’s cunt as my fresh hot cum oozes out of her fuck-worn pussy.

While Mel is licking her, Rugby finally gets out of the tub and moves over to the girls.

His cock is gigantic. At least a foot and thick as fuck.

He drops to his knees at Melody’s ass and enters her pussy with ease.

She barely flinches and takes his monstrous cock fully inside her with pleasure as she licks away at Bristol.

Rugby is pumping her good and hard.

Bristol cums from Mel’s skilled licking.

Rugby screams Melody’s name as he fucks her even harder, gripping her hair and smacking her ass roughly as he plows her.

He’s a goner within a minute.

My girlfriend, my future wife, yells out to him “Cum in me, you fuck!!!”

And he does, gnashing his teeth.

It all has me fully hard once again.

As soon as Rugby pulls out of Melody, I plug myself inside of her.

He’s stretched her a bit and her pussy is slick with his cum. The sensation is fucking ecstatic though and I fuck her harder than I ever have.

My stamina is high and her pussy, lubed in another man’s cum and gaping from his thick dick, doesn’t feel as tight so I’m able to fuck her longer than ever. Melody starts cumming more.

Her orgasmic convulsions skyrocket my own climax and soon I too am adding my cum inside of Melody’s beautiful shared fuck hole.

Bristol kisses me on the mouth, begging me to eat her pussy some more.

“Go on, boy,” says Rugby playing with Mel’s tits as she catches her breath. “You’re just getting started.”

And like that a decade of fuckery began.

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.

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.

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.