So, Vic read my post.

Let’s just say he didn’t come away from reading it feeling like he had gotten a big hug from me. So, he and I spent a while texting today. And, afterward, Mina and I talked about it. I think, in the end, there have to be some lessons about what our blog is now, because, well, not everyone is used to the Wachowski-like camera we turn on our lives, and when we welcome people in, they might not be comfortable with what goes on.

When we write about our experiences, we are shared the unvarnished, come-stained truth of the exact moment we were in. This space is as much about therapy for us, and communication between Mina and I, as for the benefit of our readers. Mina and I both only know one way to write, and that’s honestly. A long time ago, we made a conscious decision that we were not going to go Thomas Kinkade and present a gauzy, glowy perspective of how wonderful our life is when the truth is often more complicated, and less pretty.

So, when Vic was voicing his well-justified thoughts about what I wrote, I found myself in a difficult position of having to explain myself. What I wrote about that threesome was completely true, in that moment. I’m not proud of the thoughts I had, and the way I felt. In fact, I’m actually pretty ashamed of the number of ways I tried to sabotage things, and the times I put myself in an adversarial role with Vic. Just because I held Mina’s shoulders and pushed back when he was fucking her doesn’t mean that I’m absolved of the other stuff. The fact is that I went through a lot of emotions, almost all of them unexpected, so I was improvising as I went. I think might batting average was pretty good, on the whole, but I know I could have done better.

In truth, I do genuinely like Vic. He blended in with our friends really well, and he and I had talked plenty before he came over, so I knew what kind of guy he was. When we do this again (and I do mean “when”) I don’t plan of giving another guy a shot at it. And, Vic and I have talked and understand how we have to work on our communication. But, we talked about it, and we’re working it out. In truth, what I love the most about the threesome was that I did have a problem, Mina and I did talk about it, and we sorted it out and got back to the good stuff, and had some really amazing sex. Really. Amazing.

But, it’s important to remember that not everyone is going to be used to what Mina and I dish out to each other here. So, I wanted to take the time to say the things that were unsaid. I did offer Vic a chance to post his side, and he passed. For him, he just wanted to straighten things out between he and I, which shouldn’t have surprised me. He’s always been a stand-up guy, and he’s not working on his public image here. I know that I am extremely difficult to read, both online and in person, so I thought I should take a moment to explain myself. I read my post of yesterday thinking – “God, I’m such a jerk,” and not “Yeah, there’s some more of my badass sexy.” I’m always trying though. In every sense of the phrase.

If you read this post before you read this one, well, you suck. Do it right.

So, what happened on the cock-bearing side of the Longing’s End Halloween threesome? Well, obviously, it’s complicated. It starts with the fact I woke up that morning “in a mood.” Specifically, I really wanted to just gangbang Mina. Weird, yeah? Well, I was working on another guy that I was keeping a secret from her, but unfortunately events weren’t quite permitting, so she and I started working on Vic, whom she had been flirting with a while. He started to cave a bit, and I knew the prospect of actually having this sexy woman he had been flirting with would do all the magic. Sure enough, it did, and I was looking forward to his arrival, and our private afterparty that we would throw.

When I first met Vic, I was actually kind of disappointed, because none of his pictures had included his glasses. Without his glasses, he could pull off claiming he was a porn star. With the glasses, he’s a bit dorky. But Mina likes dorks *cough cough* so that’s okay. She immediately complemented how good he smelled. I thought he had loaded up a little heavy on the cologne, but she was happy, so I was happy. Once the party cleared I quite shamelessly kissed her in front of Vic, and then told her to go kiss him, which she happily did. One of our guest came back to retrieve his forgotten keys as she was kissing Vic…awkwarrrrrd! After the moment was shattered, Vic sat back down, I made out with Mina again, and this time walked her over until she stood right over him, his face very close to her inviting cleavage. I stood right behind her kissing her shoulder, as the moment was so close to the sandwiching I had been envisioning. Only…Mina and Vic did not start kissing.

Instead, the two started to talk, and tease each other a bit, enjoying the closeness without getting physical. It was cute, but I suddenly felt awkward being right on Mina’s back like that as they were getting to know each other (even though they had been all but joined at the hip at the party) so I took a step back. They continued to talk, until Vic started to kiss her cleavage. I remember hearing the first pop of his lips on her. She moaned appreciatively, and they began to kiss. I remained away, watching. I could see her hand in his hair, turning and holding his head and her tongue flashing out into his mouth. On one hand, the scene was incredibly hot, and I could feel myself starting to have an erection. On the other hand, there was a problem here.

I have an incredible sex life, and I am incredibly happy; however, if there was something I would change about it, it would be for us to have more, well, romantic sex. The D/s dynamic colors almost all of our sex, and I definitely enjoy having a wife who gives it to me whenever I demand, and who always submits to my desire. However, there are times I wish that she would push the action, or that we would spend a long time just making out, or just dithering about somewhere between first and second base like a couple of naughty high schoolers still trying to be virgins. For whatever reason, it’s just not something we do much since our first date.

But now, here I was watching her do this, and for that, I was jealous. But, I didn’t want to jerk people around, so I decided I would wait for her to pull me back into the scene. She continued to kiss, and then broke it to let Vic enjoy her cleavage again. She looked over and me and mouthed the words I love you. I mouthed back I love you too with a smile and she returned her attentions to Vic. Her hand snaked down his chest to reach between his legs and take hold of his cock. His hands rode up her thigh and began squeezing her ass. She took a step back, and I thought that maybe now she would pull me in. But, she was just setting her legs apart so that he could reach between her thighs. Her breathing grew heavy and she leaned on him. She looked back at me again, and I wondered if it was my time. I love you. My lips quivered and forced themselves into a smile. She returned back to Vic, clearly enjoying the attention. She shifted forward, and I thought that this might be the break now. But instead, she offered her breasts to Vic, who pulled her costume down and began sucking on her nipple. Her breathing lapsed into moans. The parrot in the room screeched horribly, normally a cue to vacate the room. So this would be my chance. Only they continued on, ignoring the distraction. Vic moved across, exposing her other breast. Her moans deepened, and the bird screeched again. They laughed and she stepped back, and reached down again for his cock. I stepped into the hallway and began arranging the bedroom. My discomfort was blossoming into anger and hurt. Briefly, I flirted with simply staying in the bedroom and letting them play on their own. But pouting wasn’t going to solve anything.

I stepped back to the doorway and she looked over at me again, drunk with both alochol and lust. As we made eye contact, her face turned into a look of concern. Are you okay? I shook my ear and beckoned for her to come. She stepped away from Vic, and I went to the bedroom. She entered shortly after, her breasts exposed above her pulled-down costume.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m really not okay.” Her expression instantly changed.

“What’s wrong? I love you.” She kissed me, her mouth reeking of vodka. Over and over she kissed me, breathing the same words, pleading that she loved me and only wanted to do what was okay with me. Her mood had shifted so hard and so fast I went from being hurt to trying to calm her down. She was ready to call the whole thing off right there, and I was trying to salvage the moment. How’s that for a pivot?

As Vic went to the bathroom, I gave her a quick explanation: I was feeling left out. She was doing things with him that she doesn’t with me, that I really want her to, and I wanted her to remember that to use on me for later, especially the kissing and holding his head. She nodded and kissed me. I love you. I smiled back to her, as she seemed to recover from her moment of terror. (I wonder just how upset my face really looked before.) I told her to go get Vic and bring him in here.

Once Vic was in our bedroom, things kicked into a different gear. She sat in my lap and kissed him, then leaned back to kiss me, her hair falling sexily across her face, then she went back to him. Her arm snaked up behind my head to pull me in for a turn, as I unzipped her dress. She kept going back and forth, succumbing to her lust, and greedily getting some from both of the men there for her. I whispered in her ear to get his cock out and suck it, and she eagerly leaned forward to do so, all while sitting in my lap. Once he was free, her head went down, and her free hand reached around to hold my erection. I looked up at Vic to see him shuddering in the intensity of the pleasure. He was nearly falling over, leaning against our dresser to stay supported as her expert mouth pleasured him. I have to admit to taking a lot of pleasure in seeing the shock of him discovering what I get all the time. I adjust our positioning a bit, and slipped my cock inside her, and let her grind as she pleasured him. But, it was time to take it to the next level.

She lifted off and turned around. I made sure Vic had brought protection, as agreed. He put the condom on and I watched him adjust until his cock found her pussy. He pressed inside her and her mouth erupted into a groan around my cock as he plunged into her. Vic started to thrust, and she lifted off. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He didn’t need any more encouragement, and began attacking her body. Her head jerked up and down on my cock, her teeth scraping a bit as he used her pussy while she sucked me. She moaned, she sucked, she lifted off, and begged for more. Her loud groans and pornographic mouth was arousing me more than I could resist and I felt myself starting to come. Her head lifted off for a second, and she told Vic to fuck her again in a low, rough voice, then dropped her head back down, and this was more than I could handle. I exploded in her mouth, and Mina hungrily sucked at my cock, swallowing every drop.

As oral is not normally the way I come, it was a shock to me to have become so aroused by seeing my beautiful wife get so brutally exploited. But, having come, I wanted to make sure our guest was taken care of. I looked at him and said, “Put her where you want, I’ve gotten mine.” She lifted off and Vic attacked her with fury. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against Vic’s thrusts, trying to heighten the power of his attack. Eventually, Vic exhausted himself and pulled out, carefully taking his condom off as Mina rolled into bed. She lay there naked, except for her stockings and Mary Janes. She looked at the ceiling.

“I feel like a whore,” she breathed happily. Vic and I groped her breasts for a bit, until he decided to go down on Mina. I looked at her with this smile that said, it’s so cute that he’s going to try to get you off. I know what it takes get Mina off through oral, and I knew what the odds were of him figuring that out tonight. We kissed and made out while he pleasured her, and I eyed his technique. Yeah, that’s not going to do it. After a few minutes, I looked at Vic. “Let me.” We switched places, and I confidently began licking. Her moans began to rise and I could feel her muscles tighten, then the moans grew muffled and her muscles relax. I shrugged it off and continued, and felt the same abortive orgasm. She rose up, and suddenly the orgasm stopped. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. While I love being down on her and playing with her pussy, it was starting to get frustrated. Each time i would feel the orgasm start, then there would be a shift as Vic kissed her, or pinched her nipples, and the orgasm would dissipate. After the eleventh failure, I was getting annoyed. In my head, I thought about lifting up. Do you want this orgasm or not? Then quit fucking it up! But I kept my silence.

As soon as I had the thought, I felt her muscles start to clamp down with determination. There was something big building. I continued to lick away as she fought through the alcoholic haze and Vic’s distraction, and the hours and mountains of attention finally began to shift seismically in her body. Her muscles methodically increased in pressure, grasping my fingers tighter and tighter. Her moans grew louder, and metamorphosed into screams. Vic leaned back, watching in awe as her screams became ragged. He was starting to compliment her orgasm but I could feel it was still rising, and her voice rose to a roar. Her body heaved, and I kept my face in position, tracking her movements and keeping my tongue moving on her clit. She thrashed over to the side as the orgasm crested, and I slipped my fingers out, and stopped licking. She kept writhing and moaning. Her body continued to combust for a full minute, as I slowly slid up to hold her, knowing she would need aftercare for this orgasm. Vic breathed his amazement how big her orgasm was, and I ignored him, because below my hands she was still thrashing and moaning on the bed, and her body continued to thunder in ecstasy for another minute. Finally, her moans subsided as the longest orgasm I had ever born witness to began to fade, and Mina finally began to go limp. The three of us stayed there, softly caressing her for a few more minutes.

Eventually, I began to get dressed to take care of some other things in the house, and so did Vic and Mina. Vic did not put his costume from the party back on, and elected to hang out on the sofa, as Mina’s spinning head forced her to relax on the sofa as well. We made idle chat with long pauses for a bit, before Mina went to the bathroom. While she was there, trying to rid her body of the party’s toxins, Vic offered to go ahead and leave. While I was ready for him to go, because I had quite resolved all my emotions, and I needed time with Mina, I told him to stay so that he could say goodbye. He put his costume back together, and Mina eventually emerged. She gave him a hug goodbye…and we all just stood there. I was waiting for him to leave, but somehow it lapsed to idle chit chat again. Our dog needed to be walked, and Mina was in no shape for that. So, I put the harness on the dog and got the leash out, in the hope that Vic would catch the hint. He didn’t.

More time lapsed, and I tried to give Mina a sign to say Get him out of here. There was no way in hell I was leaving them alone in the house, as I was not in an emotional place where that was remotely okay. Suddenly, I was grateful for the suddenness with which Don and Amy had decided to head back to their home. Eventually, he did head out, and I waited a couple minutes before I left to walk the dog. As we went around the block, I was in an agitated mood that it had been so hard to get my house back. I calmed down in the cool night, and when I got home, Mina had cleaned up from the party so we could go straight to bed. I took her up on that, and we spent another hour in bed talking about the experience, and I told her about everything in detail (including everything in this post.) As we started to reach resolution, I was feeling my erection coming back, and she was craving a good fucking. She got on her knees and offered herself to me from behind. I happily accepted and she finally got to feel a man release his come insider her pussy, something she had been missing all night. We happily collapsed into bed and lapsed into sleep.

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Would I do it again? Well, the sex was super hot, and her orgasm was amazing. Emotionally, I’m not quite ready to do this again just yet, though Mina has since been relentlessly horny, and is loving the intimate soreness that all of the attention has gotten her. Unfortunately for her body, the soreness has only added to her hunger, and my body is nearly dry from having come so many times. But it’s fun to have this rampant sex, and she has brought out all the moves. Much like our foursome, something like this is a fantastic treat once in a while, and is adding lots to our sex life. I’m just not quite ready for a repeat yet, but I know the craving will be coming again. Until then, I think I might need to have Mina find a woman to add to our bedroom, to complete our sexual tour.

I’ve always thought of myself as being a selfish person when it comes to pleasure. I certainly have been in my past. In every situation in all my past relationships, I have always made things happen that would give me ultimate pleasure with no second thought. Sylvanus has changed all that in me. This is how I know I have loved no other as much in my life. I love Sylvanus more than words can possibly describe. I would never knowingly do anything to destroy my life with him.

Weeks ago, Sylvanus and I began a search for a possible male suitor. Sylvanus expressed interest in inviting another man into our bedroom. I, of course, was a little leery of such a new wish, but I couldn’t help but be intrigued. After all, it meant two men in my bed, lavishing attention on me.

After careful funneling and communicating with a few picks, Sylvanus presented me with 3 potential suitors. First, there was Dylan, who exchanged the most messages with me. He and I got along well via email and I thought he would be my first pick. I did write my “at your service” erotica post after a particular email exchange I had with him. But there were still a few things not connecting very well. Like his desire to disappear over the weekend, his unwillingness to perform oral on a woman he is not involved in a relationship with and the fact that my writing initially intimidated him.

In the background is Tom. He’s slightly younger and seems to lead a very busy work life. He and I rarely exchange email messages as it takes him days to respond. As far as I am concerned, he is not of interest any longer.

Finally, comes Vic (he chose his name here. Everybody say “Hi Vic.”) Vic actually spoke to Sylvanus once on the phone weeks ago when Sylvanus finalized his decision of who my potentials would be. From then, Vic and I exchanged many emails slowly getting to know each other. It progressed to exchanging phone numbers and we started texting each other throughout the workday. As the days went on, I realized Vic and I had a lot in common and there was an online chemistry happening. We exchanged naughty messages and I took naughty pics of myself for him, as well as recorded a very filthy audio file of myself while masturbating. It became very clear that Vic, was in fact, my choice to pursue something more.

Something more came Halloween night. Vic came over later in the evening while Sylvanus and I were entertaining guests. There came a point in the night when guests had to leave and Vic stayed behind. Once the last person had left, Sylvanus asked me to give our remaining guest a kiss. I kissed Vic and immediately tasted peanut buttery goodness. He had just eaten a peanut butter cup. Vic seated himself on a chair and Sylvanus directed me to go to him. Vic and I began kissing, which moved to fondling and moved to kisses on my breasts. I would look over to Sylvanus, making sure he was ok. He looked content to watch us as he leaned against the hallway door frame. I would do more and always looked back to see Sylvanus, checking in on him. There came a point when Sylvanus disappeared and I had assumed he was prepping our bedroom. Only when he emerged again and I looked at him, I knew he was not ok and I asked him and he confirmed he was not. I immediately left Vic to join Sylvanus in our bedroom. Vic took the opportunity to use our restroom.

Sylvanus was concerned and expressed that he was feeling left out. He was watching me do things with Vic that I was not doing with him. I told him I was sorry and the only reason why our foreplay was taking so long was not because I desired it to, but because I refused to take the hand of another man and lead him into our bedroom. Not unless I knew that’s what Sylvanus wanted. I expressed how I didn’t want him to be unhappy and told him over and over how much I loved him. I hear the door to the restroom open and Vic takes his place back in the dining room. Sylvanus asks me what I want to have happen. The only honest answer I can give him is, “I only want what you want. I only want to do what you want.” Sylvanus kisses me and tells me to bring our guest into the bedroom.

I kiss Sylvanus deeply and he turns me around so I can kiss Vic once more. I feel Sylvanus unzip my costume (which was Alice in Wonderland) and it falls. He unhooks my bra and I turn my attentions back on him. Meanwhile, I can feel Vic behind me. Sylvanus has taken his cock out and I begin hungrily sucking him and I hear him tell me to please suck our guest.

I turn back to Vic and as we kiss I begin unbuckling his belt and taking his pants off, pulling his hard cock out. Sylvanus has pulled my petticoat and panties off and now I was in nothing but thigh highs and my mary jane shoes. I lean over and begin sucking on Vic’s cock, hungrily, as I feel Sylvanus’s hands all over me. His fingers invade my cunt and I moan deeply. I shove Vic’s cock deep into my throat, his curve working in advantage to my throat. We stay like this for awhile. My body turned on by Sylvanus touching me and my mouth hungrily working Vic’s cock hoping to give him the “mina star treatment”.

Sylvanus lubes his cock and holds it into place as he eases my backside towards him. With a little bit of resistance, he manages to thrust his cock into me from a sit down position. I moan loudly and the whore turns on in me. My cunt is stretched by Sylvanus’s thickness as he fucks me. My mouth pumps Vic’s cock and I am loving the feel of being fucked at both ends. Sylvanus lifts me off and I turn towards him again. It is time I give him some personal attention. I lean over and take his cock into my mouth and I begin sucking him hard. I can feel Vic behind me, pressing his body against mine and I feel his fingers on me.

Sylvanus asks Vic if he brought protection and naturally he had. It was Vic’s allowance to fuck me. I suck Sylvanus hungrily now as I anticipate what’s to come. Once sheathed, I feel Vic put one hand on my hip as the other directs his cock to my aching cunt. He slides in and as he sinks into me, I moan loudly into Sylvanus’s cock. Vic begins fucking me as I suck Sylvanus’s cock. Picture us will you? Sylvanus is practically dressed, sitting at the edge of the bed, as I suck on his exposed cock. I am standing, bent over in my thigh highs and mary janes shoes. Vic is standing behind me, wearing a shirt as he pounds into me from behind. All I can do is moan my pleasure and I hear Sylvanus moan his own. His moans escalate into verbal “yes’s” as he cums into my mouth while I am being fucked by Vic. I drink him down, all of him, eagerly.

Sylvanus looks at Vic and tells him to fuck me. Vic grabs my hips and begins pounding into me. I begin moaning and screaming my pleasure. The little whore comes out again as I look at Vic and beg him to fuck me harder. He answers my request, ramming into me faster and harder. Until he decides to stop and withdraws from me.

I move back on the bed and Sylvanus begins kissing me and fondling my body. Vic moves between my thighs and I feel the mouth of another man licking my cunt. His tongue is warm and pleasurable and given enough time, I may have been able to cum. But Sylvanus knows me best and delights in bringing me such pleasures. He takes Vic’s place and Vic moves back onto the bed. I feel Sylvanus’s fingers slip inside me and his tongue begins it’s familiar movements. Vic’s hands rub, pinch and play with my nipples. His mouth covers my own as we kiss several times. I become aware of these light little moans he would occasionally feed me and they drive me to crave more. We do this dance a few times. Sylvanus brings me close to the edge, while Vic pulls me back by breaking my concentration. Finally, I break myself away and let my greedy side come out. I focus on Sylvanus as I let the orgasm take me and my screams bounce off the walls, leaving everyone quite satisfied. Vic leaves our home not long after as the hours are beginning to dwindle into early morning.

There were a lot of good things that came out of this experience. Obviously, being allowed to have another man join us is quite pleasurable in so many physical ways for me. But, it’s more than that. I love Sylvanus even more now and would repeatedly tell him so many times during our encounter. What he did for me was truly amazing. We are also very proud of ourselves and how we handled the brief period of time when Sylvanus found himself unhappy. I never intentionally wanted to make him unhappy and I truly was not being greedy or self centered. He was waiting for me to advance things and I refused to advance them. I wanted him to because it would give me the clear ok that he was ready to move on. Once that was settled, the rest of the evening went to his liking. Sylvanus and I spent a good hour or more talking about everything after Vic left. I love that about Sylvanus and I. We can and must talk about everything even past the point of exhaustion. I think we are both at a good place. If he told me he never wanted to do this again, I’m ok with that. I’m certainly not going to stomp my feet and pout and demand I get more. According to our conversation however, it looks like there will be more encounters with our friend Vic, as well as possible others.

The bottom line is, I can not take pleasure in anything, unless I know Sylvanus is happy and wants it. I know that does not hold true for many people out there. I know there are a lot of greedy people, whom if presented with this opportunity, they would take full advantage of it, never stopping to consider how their partner is feeling. That’s just not how I roll. At least, not with Sylvanus. I love him and he is my husband and I do what I can to make him happy. In doing so, I am a very happy mina who has a very sore cunt because she was fucked hard two more times after our encounter with Vic and I’m thinking I’m going for one more as I end this post and sneak into the bedroom to awaken a napping Sylvanus.

Our little Kinderwhore is studying up so she have a big party this weekend.

One of my self discoveries that resulted from our foursome the other night, was that it had been a long time since I had been verbally expressive with Sylvanus. I expressed this to Sylvanus as we laid in bed and told him that I think I would get very jealous if I saw him do things with another girl that he doesn’t do with me. Talking dirty is one of these things. He doesn’t talk dirty to me as much as he used to and I know this has to do with the fact that I don’t with him anymore. We contemplated that this could be because my flirty mouth had gotten me in trouble with our relationship a few times. Regardless of the reason, I wanted it to be fixed. So Sylvanus and I agreed that practice makes perfect.

My first lesson, sucking his cock while he spoke filthy things to me.

I moved between his legs and took him into my mouth. Immediately his mouth spilled words of filth. Telling me how much he loved how I sucked his cock. I took him in deep and he told me how much he wanted me to choke on his dick. How he could feel my thick saliva spilling out of my mouth and down his shaft. He made me tell him how much I loved sucking his cock. I loved being his little cock slut.

My fingers wandered down his balls and to his perineum. I began rimming his hole gently. His moans escalated and he expressed how much he wanted to be penetrated. Sylvanus handed me the lube and squeezed a very generous amount on my fingers. I spread the wetness all over his hole and rubbed my finger back and forth. I became aware of the length of my finger nails and though my pinky is my skinniest finger, my middle finger had a very short nail. I decided to use the middle finger and began to slowly push it into his ass. He moaned and his body slowly let me inside of him. I wasn’t going to push myself too far inside him, being as it was my first time truly penetrating him. I then recalled however, the hardest part about anal, is the entry. Once you get past that, things are a little easier. So instead, I pushed myself a little farther, so that I can rock my finger back and forth with little to no discomfort for him.

Ah but here’s a challenge! My right hand was now stimulating his ass and my left was on his cock. I am right handed so I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to stroke his cock properly with my left. I got over that quickly and worked his cock with my mouth and left hand while I worked my finger in his ass. I stroked him rapidly until he told me to slow down. I slowed my pace, keeping it steady, as my finger continued to fuck his ass.

I then had a thought. Hmmm… I have never stimulated a prostate before. Perhaps I should try to find it? I curled my finger, much like I would if I were finding a g spot. His moans increased but I wasn’t sure if that was it. I pushed in a bit farther and suddenly felt a soft ball of tissue. I barely grazed it with my fingertip and Sylvanus’s moan increased. Hmm… perhaps I have found something here?

I push my finger in a bit farther, pushing on what I am guessing to be the prostate. He moans even louder. Alright, I do have something here. Now my finger goes for it and I begin stroking and pushing into the gland. Sylvanus is convulsing beneath me and his moans turn to screams and “oh gods”. I continue, hungry to give him an orgasm. He begins yelling “yes yes yes, oh god yes” before he finally releases himself. He screams loudly as his bitter seed explodes into my mouth. My finger inside him feels the gland swell and pulsate and the muscles of his ass contract rapidly and tightly around my finger. I smile thinking this must be how I feel when I cum around Sylvanus’s fingers. I swallow him down, slowing down my strokes and fingering. Very gently, I slide my finger out of his ass before taking my mouth off of his cock.

“And that my dear,” I wickedly grin. “is prostate stimulation. I take it you liked?”

Yes he liked. He said it was a very intense feeling. He was expecting the good feeling to be located at the gland I was stimulating but instead he said he felt it along his cock. Either way, it looks like I’ll be indulging him with more prostate stimulation in his future.

It was a shitty day today.

It’s not widely known, yet, but last week I came to an agreement with my employer that I have the rest of the year to find a new job. As of 2010, I will be unemployed, unless I find something. This knowledge is not public, and it has not been shared past him and I. Of course, my boss has not throttled back on the verbal floggings, and, if anything, has only become more intensely abusive, and more frequently. Emotionally, it has not been hitting me as hard, but the fact getting told you’re an idiot on a regular basis by someone who clearly resents paying you always does something.

Today there was another mistake that floated through when some people in the front office made a change, and it turned out weird in the results. So, there was another mess, and I was getting yelled at. Again. I went back and talked to my guys, explained the mistake, and starting doing the writeups. As I was getting ready do the writeup, I kept Lucy in my office. Lucy is my assistant. She is a smart, young Mexican, who works hard and does great work. Since I started working here, I have turned her career around and really raised her up, and she is amazingly loyal to me. After sending the other miscreants out of my office, I looked a Lucy helplessly.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just know that at this rate, I won’t be long for this company.” Suddenly she got very emotional.

“Don’t give up!” Tears were welling up in her eyes. (Of course, she is unaware that my fate is sealed.) We spent more time talking about what had happened in my department since I took over. Two years ago, morale was sky-high, productivity was way up, and people were getting better. I had people in my department passing on avenues for advancement because they wanted to keep working for me. But slowly I started getting heat from above, that people in my department thought it was a party. When a mistake came through, I would get clear instructions that I was to “shove a baseball bat up someone’s ass till comes out their mouth.” I started taking more and more heat for not being tough enough. So I started getting tougher. As Lucy pointed out, “They were trying to turn you into another Harold.”

Harold, who runs our shop across the hall. His shop is amazing operation: efficient, precise, and reliable. And, all of these processes are as reliable as the sunrise. But he runs it like an army, and is brutal on his employees. Harold is also a prima donna and gets treated like one, but since he runs a daaaaaaaaamned good shop, he’s earned that right. (No argument here. His shop is that fucking good.) But the positive relationships I had built over the months were now poisoned. People don’t give a crap anymore, and why should they? Just like me, they go from ass-kicking to ass-kicking. In Lucy’s artless honesty, I knew why I was failing as a manager: I had let someone else tell me how to manage.

It would take a long time to rebuild these relationships, and I don’t think people will soon forget the asshole. But I won’t have that much time, in any case. I see the pattern from my boss infecting a lot of my interactions: his sarcastic, combative dismissals; the refusals to admit anything; the casual insults. He always says “don’t take it personally,” but then levels an avalanche of inescapably personal criticism. And I can see what that poison has done.

But he never will.

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My heart’s not in it at work any more. I’m like Jake Gittes back when he worked in Chinatown. At home, it’s been, complicated, as we sort through our differing experiences in the wake of our encounter with Don and Amy. I am slowly coming around to understanding her point of view, but for a long time this morning I truthfully felt very foolish, as my post about the experience sat at the top of our blog, getting happy comments, but I knew what Mina’s post held in the near future. As Mina added her postscript to it all, which helped bring some clarity to it, I was able to find some peace. At the same time, Mina is also flirting with two guys whom I have been considering adding to our bedroom in a very different context, for a very different purpose. For those who think the foursome was “all for me” (and there have been several) then this is something “all for her.” Of course, neither one really works out that way. Nothing would happen if weren’t both getting something from it, even if it isn’t the exact same thing. However, as I am running aground in very shallow waters at work, an unexpected stream of naughty photos of Mina appearing CC’d in my email for another guy just didn’t quite hit the right note at that point.

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This afternoon, there was a very near disaster in my life. Winds in Los Angeles went soaring into gale force today. As Mina was finishing her walk with our pup, a tree began to crack. She jammed herself in the small alcove by our front door as the tree gave way, collapsing against our house, scraping the mailbox off the front. The branches whipped inches past her face and the dog. You can see how close the tree landed here. (that’s the threshhold at the bottom of the picture) Amazingly, the mailbox was the only damage, though our entire driveway and front yard are covered in downed tree. I brought a reciprocating saw home, and hacked off most of the branches, clearing footpaths to the front and back, but leaving the trunk, which was too big for my saw to handle, blocking the driveway for the city to dispose of. Until the tree is cleared, Mina can’t use her car.

I’m exhausted from the combination of emotional journey, professional abuse, near tragedy, and physical labor. I reflect a lot of what has been lost, and what was nearly lost. Had Mina been less alert, or less than her usually-observant self, I might be in a hospital right now, hoping for the best. The truth is that I live a very privileged life. I make more money than parents ever did, I went to college (which they never did), I have a master’s, I have a very colorful and exotic sex life, I have enjoying some of the most amazing food on the planet, and been in some of the most exclusive places in the world. It’s easy to focus on all the things I have lost that I would rather still have. I could make myself very sad or very angry if I wanted to do that.At the end of the day, though, I want to be happy. Most nights I can simply enjoy the peace of holding my wife and letting my mind slowly exhaust itself, under the thoughts dwindle away.

But not all nights.

Because we weren’t going to post anything without Don and Amy’s approval, this post has been sitting in drafts for a few days. I wrote the first half of this post the morning after (Sunday). Today I have more thoughts to add, so I will just add them at the end, instead of rewriting or editing what I have already. -mina

You end up learning more about yourself interestingly, during the aftermath of a light foursome with another couple. Since Sylvanus has already told you the story of what happened, I decided I’d rather write about what I walked away with from the experience.

It’s interesting, because for as long as Sylvanus and I have been together, he has been quite possessive over me. My flirtatious online interactions have been sore spots in our relationship. We learned how to deal with these things, compromise and move on from there. I had gotten quite used to the thought that there would probably never be more people involved in our relationship, except for maybe the right woman.

So it’s been a little strange having to get used to this new Sylvanus. The Sylvanus that wants to see me play with other people, likes watching me suck another man’s cock and still wants to see me get fucked by another man. In a way, the thought definitely excites me and at the same time I feel like I am “all talk and no play.” That I sit here and say I want these things and yet slink away when presented the opportunity. I guess it’s just nerves and shyness.

Our “foursome” left me with a bunch of emotions and personal observations. For instance, sometimes it does suck being 5 feet tall. Everyone is always taller than me and in this case, both men involved are quite tall. At one point I found myself lost in the group. While everyone can have fun exchanging kisses with little to no effort, I’m kinda stuck at chest level. People have to make the effort to pull me in. Sometimes it sucks a little when bodies just don’t match up. I can’t really grind against another body when standing because, well, hips don’t match and when someone wants to indulge me by putting their lips on my breasts, well, they need to bend down. It’s just a little hitch, but these little details can be overlooked.

I was concerned by how I would react while seeing Sylvanus interact more intimately with another woman. I was concerned that my jealousy would get the best of me. Thankfully, that did not happen. It could simply be because I was preoccupied myself.

Which brings me to the main discovery of the evening. Sylvanus is aroused by exhibitionism and voyeurism. He loves watching. If two people are making love, making out or fucking, he loves watching them. He realized he was immensely turned on when he chose to sit back and watch me suck on another man’s cock. Sylvanus walked away from the experience with so much more than I did. I kind of wish I was a voyeur.

Did I have a bad time? No I didn’t. I enjoyed myself. I got the chance to fool around with a beautiful woman. I was surprisingly offered the opportunity to suck another man’s cock. My experience was just different, because what arouses me is different. Would I be ok if we never did that again? I would actually. Do I want to do that again? Yes. I have a feeling that the more we get together with this couple, the more things will change and the more I will discover about myself. I may not be a voyeur to the point where watching Sylvanus with any woman would turn me on, but I believe that watching Sylvanus with a specific woman can be a turn on. The more we get to know this couple, the more I will be into it. That’s just who I am.

So, I did hold back a bit. Going into this, I was under the impression that the most that would happen was same bed sex. Maybe it’s the submissive in me who never does anything until instructed to, but it never occurred to me to take things a step forward. When everyone started kissing their significant others, Sylvanus literally had to place my hands on her back in order for me to touch her. For that moment, I immediately thought to myself, “is this ok with her? Does she even want *me* touching her?” Once in the bedroom, I kissed her and she pushed me towards her man while she embraced Sylvanus. So we were all kissing now. Nice. We all bounced around on each other and finally I was sucking Sylvanus’s cock while she sucked her man’s. Sylvanus decided to tell me I should ask if she wants some help from me sucking her man. This, I was not expecting. Immediately, “is this ok with them?” Goes through my head. When she pushed me to his cock, that was my clue and I happily did my task while Sylvanus discovered how much he loved watching me.

Did I hold back? Yes, I did. Not intentionally, but I didn’t want to do anything that would cause the group to stop the sexy momentum. I never wanted to overstep my bounds. Even though we were all kissing and touching, it never meant to me that I could take it any farther. I have noticed that somewhere along my relationship with Sylvanus, I have lost my filthy mouth. I used to let naughty words fly off my lips and it’s been a LONG time since I’ve done that. Not exactly sure why that is, it just is. I am vocally expressive, just not verbally. I guess one of the reasons why I was not so verbally expressive, was to hold back from upsetting anyone. I had no idea how she would feel, if while sucking her man’s cock, I looked up at him and said “you fucking like that don’t you?” It can put him on the spot to answer and I wouldn’t know at that moment if she would like knowing her man was enjoying another woman’s mouth. These are all things that run through my mind. It’s all about not overstepping my place. Yeah, I’m a submissive can’t you tell?

So the morning after and into the afternoon, I’m watching Sylvanus happily burn up the twitter stream with his adventures and chat with a few people online. Oddly, I’m quite content just staying quiet. I don’t have much to say. It’s not a bad thing, just I don’t have much more to add than what Sylvanus has already shared.

—— added on 10/27/09 —–

Sylvanus and the people involved are the only people I want to talk about the whole experience to. I have not wanted to talk to anyone about it. Maybe because I didn’t want people to constantly ask me, “how was it?” in their very excited and optimistic voices. People always make the assumption that having a foursome is a “fuck ya awesome” experience. Sometimes though, it leaves you thinking “meh” and wishing you could be as happy and excited about it as everyone else.

Sometimes you just don’t realize how important some things are until after a situation happens that brings them into light. For instance, Sylvanus really gets aroused by watching me interact with other people and he gets aroused by watching other people being intimate with themselves. When I was allowed to suck Don’s cock, the act of sucking another man’s cock did not arouse me at that moment. However, I was happy to do it, because it was obvious Sylvanus wanted it. In the end, he and Amy both really enjoyed it and I couldn’t help but take pride in my own oral skills. I know that the reason why I couldn’t get aroused by sucking his cock was because I still wasn’t sure if all of this was ok. It wasn’t what I expected to happen that night so it took me off guard. Had Sylvanus and I shared the same fetish of getting off by seeing our partners with other people or watching other people together, I would have walked out of the experience just as happy and excited as him.

If you were to tell me, that all my foursome’s from here on out would be pretty much the same as I just experienced, I would tell you, I’m ok never doing that again.

However, I KNOW that any future foursome with this couple will not be the same. The first time you ever get involved with new people, there is a time frame of getting to know each other and what each one desires. We all have different needs and desires. The one person that I did choose to share my experience with said something I couldn’t quite understand. I told him that I was happy Sylvanus had such a good time. He then asked me, “Well, what about you? Did you enjoy yourself? It can’t all be about him?” I answered with, “Well, why not? Why can’t it be about him? After all, I know I will have experiences that are all about me.” (I’ll also add that some people that Sylvanus happily told the story of me sucking another man’s cock asked him, “well, what about you? What did you get to do?” As you can see, I didn’t take that much pleasure out of sucking another man’s cock and well he was HAPPY watching.)

You do a lot of thinking when faced with not having the same experience as your spouse. I could be the jealous wife and say well, that didn’t work for me, so tough shit, no more. Instead, I’m merely jealous that I couldn’t feel the same way as everyone else. I just pick myself up and look forward to the next encounter. And no, I am not “forcing” myself to have this next encounter. Even though I didn’t walk away feeling the same way, I still very much want to see them again. Sylvanus and I are now very much aware that I need to be a bit more involved in order to walk out just as happy. My time spent with Amy was quite enjoyable. I also know that I would very much enjoy having the attention of all 3 of them on me. So in the end, maybe I am a little greedy and I want to be able to feel it is all about me (at least for a little while). I think I did feel a little left out, even though I wasn’t ignored or left in a corner to watch.

It has been a HUGE learning experience for me. Obviously, my first encounter was not so horrible or sad. I am left wanting more and I know more will come with time. We all have to get to know each other and build a trust in each other. I am definitely looking forward to future D/s playtime all together. That will be fun. I am also looking forward to being left alone with Amy, even if we are bound at the time.*wicked grin*

So maybe I’m not walking away, happy and excited about what did happen, but instead happy and excited about the things that will come.

This post was originally written about 1:40 AM in a buzzed haze right after Don and Amy had left. I’ve held back until they had a chance to see it. Now they have, so it’s your turn.

So, we have been purposely silent for most of the week. Let’s break the silence now.

On Tuesday we went on a date with Don and Amy. This couple is amazingly sexy, as she carries an exotic flair and a charming accent, and he has a thoughtful dementedness that I appreciate. We had dinner for about three or four hours, which seemed to fly by, much of the conversation mired the murkiest waters of kink, as we came to know one another. Don was like me, tall in stature but more solidly built, where Amy was tall and slender. I found that Amy was amazingly like Mina in her love of every new surprise, and that Don brought a certain deviousness I could play off of effortlessly. It was a fun night and a great first “date.” Mina later commented that she could see Don and I planning very elaborate evenings for her and Amy. I burst out loud laughing because I envisioned the same thing.

On Wednesday we had another date, with Ed and Sarah. We had a great time with them, as well, as we lapsed from 7:30 PM to 1 AM in a flash. Although there were possibilities, that same sort of easy sexiness just wasn’t there. We certainly enjoyed their company, and would hang out with them any time, but there wasn’t that combustible air to it. On Thursday, we were meeting with an old friend, but I got back in touch with Don, and he agreed that the Wednesday had gone well. We began discussing possibilities for another get-together. We spoke on the phone Thursday night to discuss where everyone was at. No bodily fluids, same room sex, we are all cool. Come Friday, we were looking at a Saturday date. By Friday night, Don and Amy were coming over, and I was planning tapas for dinner. Okay, rock on.

So, Saturday comes, and by noon I am getting ready to do prep for dinner. Mina knows I’m excited, because I actually vacuumed the house while she walked the dog. (I am consistently awful when it comes to cleaning chores about the house. Cooking, no problem. But I clean close to nothing. It stood out enough for Mina to tease me, “You must really want to fuck these people.”) I started cooking tapas, including chorizo-stuffed empanadas, mortadella-wrapped toast, and tortillas de patatas. Unfortunately, the tortillas de patatas bombed, so that course got scotched. It’s another sign I am over-excited, when I start getting super-picky about my cooking. At 4:30, I get a text from Don that he and Amy are super-excited about coming tonight. As 6 rolls around I start to get nervous. At 6:02, I get a text message from Don that he is two minutes away. A few phone calls as I help him find our house, and suddenly, here they are.

I invite them in, receiving a warm hug from Amy, (it helps that she is from a place that always does warm hugs) who also hugged Mina. We came in, and began snacking on Tapa #1 (french bread toast with honey and cream cheese wrapped in prosciutto and mortadella). We chit-chatted for a bit, which came incredibly easy to all four of us as I worked on Tapa #2. I served Don some absinthe while Mina and Amy worked on Lemoncello and I had vodka and ice. As dinner progressed, talk continued and became more overtly sexual as we talked about our kinks. I had the misfortune of planning my drinking poorly, and at about 8 I was severely over-intoxicated. I took a quick bathroom break as I tried to sort through the chemical haze. Every time I closed my eyes the world began spinning around me. I could feel empanadas threatening to re-emerge. I carefully sat out of the conversation, interjecting only in moments as I let my body process the poison in my system while I worked on a glass of water. Luckily, half an hour later, I was feeling lucid and functional again, and was ready to go.

The conversation turned to weaponry, and so I helpfully retrieved the crop from our bedroom. While there, I lit the candles. We had to set a scene. When I returned, I provided the crop to Don who wanted to experimentally try it out on Amy, who helpfully got up from her chair and provided her ass for whipping. Turns out that even so wicked a crop as ours doesn’t do much through jeans. To help explain the crop’s potential, I slipped over to the computer to show them what the crop had done to Mina in the past. Amy sat in Don’s lap as we went through it. As we got to the end, they were excited, and Amy started kissing Don. The kisses didn’t stop, and they started to make out. I beckoned Mina over and we did the same. We paused for a moment here and there to look at our guests. Don’s hand was holding Amy’s breast, then going between her thighs. As Mina and I broke our kiss to watch, I lifted her hands up and put them on Amy’s exposed back above her halter top. Amy clearly enjoyed the attention, but then a screech from one of our animals pierced the room. I sighed and asked our guests if they would like to move to the bedroom.

They did.

We got there, candles aglow, and Don and Amy immediately resumed making out again, only this time with greater intensity. Mina and I matched them, as we all stood at the foot of the bed furiously making out. The room filled with a chorus of heavy breaths and lips kissing. Again, I stopped to watch, enjoying the sparkling intensity of their passion before I again pushed Mina towards Amy. This time, she was welcomely received, and Amy broke her kiss with Don to turn her attentions to Mina. Soon the scene lapsed chaotic. Clothes would be half undone by one person and pushed off by another. Don would take the tops off Mina and Amy, and Amy would help me and Don out of ours. Amy would kiss Mina, then pass her to Don, and she and I would in turn begin kissing. As that moment grew static, she would shift back to Don. I looked over, and suddenly Don’s pants were down and Amy’s head was bobbing furiously along his cock. I pulled Mina down who smiled and happily took my own cock in her mouth. I watched the scene for a moment, as Amy and Mina pleasured their respective men, and, characteristically, I changed it.

I pushed Mina on Amy, and she quickly bent over and began eagerly wrapping her lips around Amy’s nipples. I was shocked by Mina’s fervor, and incredibly pleased to see her ardor as she lusted for more of Amy’s body. Amy continued to suck on Don’s cock for a moment before deciding to focus on Mina, who she began to kiss again. Don and I stroked our erections as we watched our women kiss and touch each other, wearing only their panties. After a moment, I worried for Don’s erection, being under-attended to, so I told Mina to take care of him. She grinned and turned, and took his cock in her mouth. Amy and I slid closer, making out for a bit before stopping to watch intently as Mina pleasured him. We were both incredibly turned on by watching our significant others play, and she took my cock and began stroking it furiously as my fingers snuck up her thighs, finding her panties soaked with wetness. I groaned, and breathed at her my shock at how wet she was. She moaned her assent and stroked me more furiously. Don pulled Mina’s expert mouth away, not wanting to break our “no fluids rule.” She then told Don to check if Mina was wet. Don reached down and Mina realized that she would need to leave the room for a minute. As she prepared to depart, Don and Amy realized they needed to complete their union. I had Mina help with Amy’s panties as they adjusted on our bed and Don began to go down on Amy. While he did, I kissed her, and her nipples. Mina shortly returned, and I laid her next to Amy while I also pleasured her with my tongue and fingers.

Don then shifted upward and his hips sank against Amy’s as he entered her. His body heaved against her as they began to fuck, and I told Mina to pause and watch them a bit. We looked at their passion and, never willing to be outdone, I shifted up and took her myself. After adding a bit of lube I continued to fuck Mina while Don and Amy expertly brought about their orgasms. They smiled and held each other, then turned to watch us in the candle light. Happy to have an audience, I happily fucked Mina, moving her legs around. I then rolled her over onto all fours and took her from behind. My body refused to find the orgasm, perhaps an effect from the severe drunkenness of before. I watched as Amy began caressing Mina’s back as her head was buried against the mattress. I continued to pound away furiously, putting on a show of endurance at this point. I looked up at Amy, who made eye contact, grinning. Her husky, accented voice came up from the bed. “Yeah, fuck her. Do it.” She reached up and scratched down my chest and belly to Mina’s back, and her words and actions sent me exploding over the edge. I groaned and pumped Mina full, releasing myself into her body.

After coming, I flopped back on the bed, and dug out Gigi. After passing her the toy, I slipped two fingers inside, and she came to an enormous, screaming orgasm for all of us to see. We were smiling and relaxing now, in our four-way afterglow. After some moments of wow, I teased Amy a bit about a sore back, till she caught the hint and agreed that she needed a massage. The three of us massaged her body for a few minutes while we slowly floated down from the incredible high. Unfortunately, the time came for Don and Amy to don their clothes again and begin their long drive home. The hugs goodbye were closer and more affectionate than the hugs hello, and we sadly watched them drive off, and our first true swinging experience found its end.

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In hindsight, I pushed a few boundaries here and there. Having Mina suck his cock was definitely going a little far, but it seemed right in the moment. I suppose I could have been more careful here and there, and Mina was certainly being far more cautious than I. As we get to know the part of Don and Amy better, and to understand the limits more, that will help. Mina didn’t quite feel totally at ease, because she wasn’t completely sure what was in bounds (and my pushing matters probably didn’t help.) I think Amy and I both enjoyed seeing Don and Mina together more than we expected. So…there is room to improve. But, in the end, I am so grateful to have had two sexy, sane, people like Don and Amy for our first foray. The night was wonderful, and the evening flowed into sexy so naturally. It was amazing how comfortable the whole experience was, and we would love to have more with them.

Hello world, meet the new me.

Actually, meet the old me, again.

Today has been a day of nervous anticipation. A date has been set,  and we are getting ready to go on our first couples date (though, to be clear, these are get-to-know-you dates, not hit-the-sheets dates), and we are beside ourselves with excitement. Mina admitted today it was almost overwhelming having this much attention coming her way, and for a while she was nearly flummoxed, but not in a bad way, she hastened to clarify.

Meanwhile, I have had a certain spring in my step, and a certain extra bit of energy in me, and smiles come easily. In a lot of ways, it is like the version of me from when Mina and I first started dating. Granted, married life has suited me extremely well. People ask me how it is, I find myself saying, “great” with a sincere smile before I really have to think about the question. It’s especially interesting to me, since I have a previous, disastrous marriage to contrast it to. Eight years ago, I was back from a sexless week in Mexico, a.k.a., the “honeymoon.” Having come back to the States with not even a handjob, and having spent a very, very boring week away from it all, I would find myself parsing the question, and searching for the exact way to convey unhappiness while sounding happy. Now, today, it’s simple.

But, last night, we had an amazing conversation on the phone, and the energy from the voices on the other side was positively infectious. We went to bed, and I talked to her about what we were embarking on. We talked a bit about what things are on the table (all of them) and what are not (none of them). Of course, it always depends on chemistry and how we feel about things, but we were feeling such a strong vibe, that it was hard to temper the your energy.

We talked more about how we had come to this place. How she had realized that this did not mean I was going to replace her. I found this actually funny, because, if anything, this would only make her so much harder to replace. I told her how this thought made me feel, and about how I loved being the man who makes her fantasies come true. I like that our marriage has meant now that all things are possible, and that the fantasies she writes about could now be first drafts of her life.

Of course, as I’m saying this, my hand has drifting shamelessly to her hips, and my fingertips are teasing her labia, trying to bring her around to open up. Mina simply answers by taking my erection in her cool hand. We continue to talk, as though our hands are simply holding the newspaper, when we are really round third base. I try to think of a subtle way to segue into some sex, and instead just tell her that I am going to fuck her. She took it well. She always does, really. But then, I threw in a curveball.

“You have a choice tonight.” Her eyebrow raised. “You can decide what position.”

She pauses for a moment. Too many choices. I start to name them off, and for some reason a rarely used one pops into mind. “You could lie on the edge of the bed, and I can stand,” and I hear her laugh wickedly. So, we have a winner. As a formality, I name off the basics afterward, and she chooses to go for the end of the bed. I happily pull her over, and she holds her knees apart so I can sink into her with an unconscious groan. Her body is warm around me. I take her ankles in my hands and bring her legs together against my shoulders, then splay them out to the sides, enjoy the feel of her muscles stretching and shifting around me as I ground inside her. She arched back, moaning to the ceiling, letting herself be used.  I smiled and bore into her, taking long strokes for my own purpose, teasing an orgasm from my body. As I started to feel the myself welling up about to burst, I pulled out and dangled my erection over her, and her voice broke, “Yeah…” In the dark, with no glasses I couldn’t see where my orgasm was going, but I felt myself pulsing over and over, bursts lashing out over her body. As the electricity of my pleasure started to subside I was still pumping semen out, covering her body. Every scorching drop on her skin elicited another moan.

When I finally stopped, I pushed myself back inside, and began working slowly, and her hand snaked down, wet with my orgasm, to rub her clit. I moved ever more slowly, letting her expert hand please herself. Her muscles slowly, steadily, clamped down harder and harder on me inside her until the wave hit her body, and she groaned and writhed on the bed with the orgasm lashing her nerves. Smiling, I leaned over her glistening body and kissed her lips, still tingling with this newfound energy.

Mina later confessed that she had been hoping I would pull out and come onto her. She was loving how connected we were now. I was pissed that she said it first. Can’t win ‘em all.

Yeah, this is going to be good.

So it’s come to my attention that it’s been awhile since I did some sharing around here. It’s been awhile since I have chosen to write about what’s going on in our lives these days. Yeah yeah… we have been hungrily posting about our wedding, so you could debate that we’ve been doing a lot of sharing these days, but there has been a work in progress you aren’t aware of.

*giggles* we have been holding back on you all. hehehehe

There is no denying that mina is a very very lucky girl. I truly am and now I can say I married him and he’s mine bitches! *tease* And yet we feel compelled to share. Sylvanus has had a change of heart recently. Within the last 2 months or so. We had been talking and fantasizing about including outside people into our relationship. Most of you know that I have been somewhat looking for a “girlfriend”. (Still looking btw). Things have changed now. Sylvanus has decided he is turned on by the thought of me being fucked by another man.

So here’s whats been going on these days. We have decided to start looking for a couple to interact with. We have put up an ad and have run into all kinds of responses. Some didn’t tickle our fancy visually, others couldn’t write worth crap and some didn’t respond to our replies back. We have also been answering some ads. We have a few potentials and we meet our first couple on Wednesday. Sylvanus and I are quite picky and this is our first time doing something like this. We are looking forward to just meeting people and seeing where things go. We aren’t the couple who’s going to meet another couple at the bar and say, “hey, nice to meet you. Wanna go to our place?” So we shall see where things progress.

Another thing that has gone down, is Sylvanus and I are both turned on by the thought of him finding me another man to share the bed. He likes the thought of having another man pleasure me, of fucking my mouth while he fucks me or the other way around. He also likes the idea of watching another man fuck the shit out of his wife right in front of him. Needless to say, I am quite surprised by this and yet very grateful. The fact that he loves this idea is what really turns me on to it. I am also loving the fact that he is the one who is finding this man for me. He has posted an ad and of course has had a LOT or responses. He is going through them and selecting the very few that pass his standards and what he hopes are mine as well. When they pass that point, they eventually get to talk to me. He has already talked on the phone with one potential. Obviously, things have gone well because guy #1 has sent me an email. I have answered him and we shall see where things go.

Needless to say, things may get very exciting around here. Thinking back on my wedding, you know how men and women have their “bachelor” parties because they want to enjoy their last day of unmarried life and say good bye to single life? Well, I smile knowing that getting married is opening the doors to possibilities and not closing them for me. I love Sylvanus very much for this and I hope I make him just as happy.  I am lucky to have him and I can’t wait to see where life takes us.

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Quick update: We just got off the phone with another couple we had been really hoping to talk to, and suddenly things are looking considerably brighter in the near future. :-) We’ll update in detail as events warrant.