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

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.