Call it Manic Monday if you want. Call it late Boobday. Either way, Happy 2014!
This post is to celebrate January 3rd’s SEE THROUGH Boobday, and to give you a quick recap on a few sexual experiences my husband and I have had that I haven’t yet shared about.
Happy See-Through Boobday!
And as you know I like to always add more shots of my tits, because for a long time I felt like they are my best asset. Oh the things I’ve learned…
Maybe this one?
Hi, okay eyes up here now.
This is where, if you aren’t into reading about some bisexual swinging adventures, you want to navigate away (noooo!)… but instead check out some other photos, or read about this Fireman Fantasy or click on the Boobday button above to check out some other lovely boobs. Of course, if you want to get caught up on who I am talking about below you can click here to my Key Players page.
A few months ago we found an ad on Craigslist for a bi man seeking another couple. At the time I wasn’t all that interested in meeting another guy and I told my husband as much. I found the swinging we were doing to be getting boring, the rejection of Chloe (or was it Rick, we don’t know) turned my sex drive down a few notches (as well as my self-confidence), Green’s “bootycall” behavior was making me feel a bit more slutty than I like. All this was making it hard to write about sex, read about it, and do it.
However, I was willing to give another MMF threesome a try and we replied to the ad, which led us to meeting Tony. Tony didn’t immediately strike me as handsome, but as our conversation went on I liked him more, you know, not what you expect from Craigslist. He was about ten years younger than us, he took good care of himself, and had a lucrative career at a place we knew was competitive to get a spot in. And we held great conversation for a while before we went to the bedroom. Awesome!
It was an amazing night filled with new firsts. Tony was orally bi, so there was the moments of me laying on my back while he rocked into me and we took turns pressing our lips to the dripping head of my husband’s cock. (Note: Sexual Bucket List item crossed off when Tony took over and made my husband spurt). There was the moments of my husband and I sharing Tony’s lovely curved member hungry to win the race placed in our minds.
Tony was a BIG fan of squirting, it was his ultimate fantasy to meet a woman with the ability, so we gave him quite the show that night. I’ve never in my life squirted so much, they played me like a water-filled fuck doll and I truly loved it. It became harder to not squirt when my body was touched. We all had such chemistry, it was like we’d been doing this forever. In the final stretch of the night Tony looked in my eyes as he fucked me hard and I gave him a look like, “thank you.” I knew it caused him to retract from my warm pussy and blow his load all over my stomach (it was such a turn-on knowing my eyes did it). I was quick to rub the cum in my skin, I just wanted him all over me so bad at that point. My pussy was still gushing and pulsing as he pulled away.
We were all so satisfied that night, as we were all saying goodbye it was unanimous that we all get together again very soon. But here is the problem: Tony sent a text that night to say thank you and that he had a great time, but then we didn’t hear from him for a long time. After multiple texts he didn’t reply and we gave up. But then I asked my husband to send one last text asking why he wasn’t interested in us, and Tony finally replied.
I had a bit of a stomach flu leading up to day we met Tony. I felt good enough to see him after a long hot shower. But somehow, some way… okay, his text read something like, “I didn’t reply sooner because I wanted to find out what was going on with this bad bladder infection I got after seeing you guys.”
I was pretty fucking mortified at that point. Dirty. Oh my god. I give people infections. I felt tainted even though I actually felt fine and had no symptoms of infection myself. We relived the experience of that night and determined that it must have been when I was backing into Tony, he held my hips and rammed into me while my husband put a finger (possibly two) in my ass, causing me to contract and squirt. He was drenched. We offered him a shower but he declined. And now some how I gave Tony an infection. He has never wanted to see us after that.
So, a string of rejected feelings, and probably a few nights where I felt all sexed up but didn’t communicate it or felt too tired to fuck, it all caused me to really start wondering what this swinging shit was helping in our relationship. To be honest with you readers, at that time I was also suffering from some really intense down feelings that I couldn’t combat with exercise, a steady stream of sugar and a ton of weed-smoking. I reached a few low-points that made me realize that something in me needed to change before I became someone I didn’t know anymore.
I was going to title this post “Transparent” to go with the SEE-THROUGH Boobday theme, and also to have the double meaning being that I’m going to be really real with you here. You call me genuine and for the most part I am. But I wasn’t outwardly expressing the fact that I felt pretty helpless about everything in my life more than I felt sexy and happy. Still, the constant during that time and now has been that I deserve to get to know my sexual self. I never stopped reaching for her even when I wanted to give up (my husband can vouch for how distant I became), I grasped for the girl that I lost a long time ago and the woman I haven’t made time to get to know until now. This was a way for my husband and I to stay connected during a time that I wanted to run away because of depression. I always talk about blogging helping me, but damn it is so true.
But when things get bad enough, you have to call in the big guns. You give it a chance, take the risk of talking and seeming weak and you get on meds. And I think they are working pretty well. I’m going to pause right now and post this. And will continue with the second part to this right now.