Mistress and slave had an interesting evening out last night. We shared some beverages and greasy bar food with a couple from the ex-urbs who have been "playing" in the world of swinging and open marriage for more than a decade. The husband - James - had found Mistress via her new OKCupid profile. The wife has her own less wordy profile too, and the two cross-post their spouse's profiles. They are both 49 yrs. old, so just a tad younger than Mistress.
Of the two, the wife (Laura) was a little more "colorful" and loquacious. She's an English professor turned personal trainer. Somehow she made the transition from Shakespeare to body building, and her physique is rather . . . impressive. She claims she can bench press 500 lbs., and I would not be the one to argue with her.
The husband - James - is a bearded guy (what's with beards and polyamory?) who works in IT. Laura and James met in the Air Force in some godforsaken town in Arkansas, where, in the absence of a Wal-Mart or a decent cable package, nature took it's course. They had kids, and are now empty nesters, like us.
Both had some entertaining stories to share about their adventures, which started with swinging. The problem with swinging, they explained, is that it's extremely rare when both spouses in a swinging couple are appealing to their potential swinging mates.
"Someone always has to take one for the team", Laura explained.
Bummer.
So they evolved into an open marriage where they play separately.
Laura, who is smart, funny and very gabby, has a thing for younger guys, who she finds on OKCupid and some sort of swinger's web site. And by younger, maybe 20 years younger, or even more. (Clearly, Slave is outside of her preferred demographic by about 40 years.) She's got a flexible schedule, so she's able to host at her house in the mornings or afternoons when her husband is off at work. The only problem is the nosy neighbor across the street, who seems to raise an eyebrow when that strange SUV shows up in the driveway shortly after James heads to work.
And Laura - unlike Mistress - has no problems with the married guys looking for some side action on the sly. They scratch her particular itch, without being all clingy or wanting to crowd her personal life.
Laura is also a very busy lady, somehow balancing 3-4 guys at a time.
"Some weeks there might be only two", she explained. "But the other week, it was four. Sometimes it can be a little hard to juggle them all." There's the married guy who's wife won't have sex with him. The guy in his 20's who is very "enthusiastic". A barely out of his teens guy who offered to share his own girlfriend with James. And some Italian soccer player who will be stopping by Friday evening to make her an Italian meal while James is out on his own play date.
Mistress and Laura hit it off instantly, bonding over literature and swimming, which James found to be amusing. Wasn't this supposed to be his chance to get into Mistress's pants?
James was pleasant and easy going, but considerably more taciturn than his wife. He's only got three on and off ladies to please. He mentioned one married lady - her husband is in on the deal - who insists that for their dates he spends at least three hours "on task". "There's a glass of wine. Some conversation. And then things get more physical", he explained.
Laura's only problem is that when James returns from these encounters "he stinks of cocoanut oil. I send him straight to the shower."
On the other hand, It seems that Laura's encounters are much more purpose driven. I doubt those SUV's are in her driveway for more than an hour on those weekday mornings or afternoons. It's just a part of her exercise routine.
The two clearly are comfortable with their choices. Like me, James gets a kick out of hearing all the steamy details following his wife's extra-curricular encounters. But Laura doesn't need the smutty play-by-play. She "just wants to make sure he had a good time....."
So where do we go with this? Mistress seems open to the next step with James. What he and Laura called the "test fuck" phase. We now know that there is a degree of social compatibility. "I thought his personality was attractive, slave." But who knows if the chemistry is sufficient to get beyond that initial audition for the role of "side dish"?
As for me? I am way outside the age range that Laura goes for. But I couldn't help consider what it might be like to "serve" Laura. If I didn't please her, those powerful weight lifter's thighs could crack my cranium like a walnut! Or maybe she'd pick me up and toss me out a window. Better stick to the ground floor if I ever mess around with her!
BTW, Mistress has two more interviews of potential suitors in the next week or so.
Stay tuned.
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Monday, March 2, 2015
Unruly Neighbors
Mistress and Slave had a relatively low key weekend here in the frozen heartland. There was plenty of time spent in our bed, the electric blanket switched on, as we resorted to our usual methodologies in sharing bodily warmth and fluids.
I even pulled out Mistress's favorite power tool to provide a little extra fun on Sunday morning, for fear that she may have gotten a little tired of Slave's tongues and lips. She seemed pleased, and even asked for my permission to cum.
But the big controversy here in River City this weekend was the disclosure that a new reality show series about 30 something swingers called "Neighbors With Benefits" was filmed in a conservative, ex-urban neighborhood just a few miles from here. (check out the trailer, in the link)
When the ever-shrinking local paper wrote up the press blurb from A&E and gave it a prominent position above the fold, all sorts of shock and disapproval broke out. And more than a few titters too.
Of course, we've all heard stories of suburban swinger clubs in these parts. Mistress even knows a few people who have attended. But it did seem little odd that the couples across the street or down the cul de sac would come out from behind the hedgerow and go on TV to flaunt their fun.
The particular neighborhood we are talking about sits in what had heretofore been seen as highly vanilla, Republican and evangelical Christian turf. The sort of place where Romney would have clobbered Obama by more than 2-1 in 2012. In fact, it was the exact place that George Rove told FOX viewers would switch Ohio from Blue to Red at around 10 pm on election night. But it turns out rather than voting they were all sharing the same double wide shower stall.
Maybe they were just embracing the legacy of Mitt's polygamous ancestors?
What got us chattering with out own (non swinging) neighbors was the thought that these fun loving couples would show their faces on national TV, much to the shock of the folks next store or their kids' friends' parents, presumably for that 15 minutes of fame. And what happens when their own kids get to watch the re-runs someday, all saved on the DVR.
Yikes.
With this taboo put to bed, what can be next? Maybe we need to pitch a reality show on recruiting a cuckold friendly Dom? It could be one of those "process of elimination" shows like the Bachelor, but with the cucked hubby getting to watch, or provide clean-up services, as his Mistress samples the Alpha chops of her various suitors.
It's just a matter of time.
I even pulled out Mistress's favorite power tool to provide a little extra fun on Sunday morning, for fear that she may have gotten a little tired of Slave's tongues and lips. She seemed pleased, and even asked for my permission to cum.
But the big controversy here in River City this weekend was the disclosure that a new reality show series about 30 something swingers called "Neighbors With Benefits" was filmed in a conservative, ex-urban neighborhood just a few miles from here. (check out the trailer, in the link)
When the ever-shrinking local paper wrote up the press blurb from A&E and gave it a prominent position above the fold, all sorts of shock and disapproval broke out. And more than a few titters too.
Of course, we've all heard stories of suburban swinger clubs in these parts. Mistress even knows a few people who have attended. But it did seem little odd that the couples across the street or down the cul de sac would come out from behind the hedgerow and go on TV to flaunt their fun.
The particular neighborhood we are talking about sits in what had heretofore been seen as highly vanilla, Republican and evangelical Christian turf. The sort of place where Romney would have clobbered Obama by more than 2-1 in 2012. In fact, it was the exact place that George Rove told FOX viewers would switch Ohio from Blue to Red at around 10 pm on election night. But it turns out rather than voting they were all sharing the same double wide shower stall.
Maybe they were just embracing the legacy of Mitt's polygamous ancestors?
What got us chattering with out own (non swinging) neighbors was the thought that these fun loving couples would show their faces on national TV, much to the shock of the folks next store or their kids' friends' parents, presumably for that 15 minutes of fame. And what happens when their own kids get to watch the re-runs someday, all saved on the DVR.
Yikes.
With this taboo put to bed, what can be next? Maybe we need to pitch a reality show on recruiting a cuckold friendly Dom? It could be one of those "process of elimination" shows like the Bachelor, but with the cucked hubby getting to watch, or provide clean-up services, as his Mistress samples the Alpha chops of her various suitors.
It's just a matter of time.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Mistress and Slave Meet the Swingers
With her afternoon delight with Mr. Leprecock behind her on friday, you couldn't blame Mistress if she called it a night, and retreated with her pampered house Slave to the UCTMW World HQ for a little R & R.
But as it turns out, she had arranged to meet a "gentleman" and his wife at a local downtown bar with her Slave in tow.
This was another guy who contacted her via AM. He noticed the part in Mistress's profile that says her husband is clued in on her extracurricular activities, and told her that he and his wife have a similar arrangement: but (unlike Slave) they both "play the field". They talked on the phone the other night, and Mistress was intrigued enough by some of his stories that it seemed like a four way meet up might be entertaining.
Now this guy really isn't Mistress's "type". He is more working class hero than over educated "professional". He works for the local public utility, and we have started calling him the "Witchita Lineman" after that old Glen Campbell song. We met him and his wife at a local sports bar he suggested, one of those places with wall to wall big screen TVs with Masters' highlights and the local baseball team clogging the plasma.
(Of course, Mistress had a crash course on Masters highlights earlier in the afternoon, so she now was well aware of what a "leader board" was. She knew that numbers like 5+ did not reference cock size).
Shane and Bridget are both in their early 40's, and we got to know them over some unhealthy food, Guinness for me and a Chardonnay for Mistress.
We all shared some funny stories about our sexual adventures over the last few years. They've worked the local "swinger" scene, and we told them about our trip to the downriver dungeon with Aisha. Mistress even shared the fact that her boredom at work that Friday had led her on a frolic and detour to the home of Mr. Leprecock only a few hours earlier.
Bridgett was tall and fairly attractive, but with a laugh that was a little scary, and made Slave want to suppress his trademark humor about half-way through our conversation. But when they told a story about she and a female friend getting it on with a strap-on at one of their "parties", I must say the thought of her buried between Mistress's legs piqued my prurient interest.
What became clear was that while both of them are free to indulge, Bridgett's been getting a lot more action than Shane, and Shane is not the type, like some of us out there, who necessarily gets off on the whole cuckold thing.
Shane was clearly interested in the lovely Molly, and moving this little party somewhere more private where he might be able to slide her out of her panties.
"If we didn't have a kid and babysitter over at our house, I'd invite you home with us right now."
Of course we had an empty nest, but I didn't notice Mistress suggesting that we adjourn there.
On the way home, Mistress acknowledged what was pretty obvious from the start. Shane was not the type of guy she would want to bed. A little too short. A little too goofy. Rough edges in the wrong places. But how to tell that to a perfectly nice guy we had a pleasant and entertaining evening with?
"If I did it it would be a sympathy fuck, Slave... I kind of feel bad that she's getting so much more action than he is...."
"I think you're beyond sympathy fucks, Mistress....."
On the other hand, we had fun with them as 2 couples sharing funny stories about our in-common kinks in a way we can never do with the boring folks we normally socialize with. That's good isn't it?
When we got home, there was the predictable text from Shane, raving about how sexy he thought Mistress was, and wondering when they might get together again.... "how about tomorrow night.... LOL."
(Did I ever mention that Mistress wonders about guys who use LOL in the communications?)
So do we invite them over for a fun dinner at our house some night, while making it clear that this is not a door opener for Shane to get it on with Mistress? Or do we simply cut things off all together?
Any thoughts, dear readers?
But as it turns out, she had arranged to meet a "gentleman" and his wife at a local downtown bar with her Slave in tow.
This was another guy who contacted her via AM. He noticed the part in Mistress's profile that says her husband is clued in on her extracurricular activities, and told her that he and his wife have a similar arrangement: but (unlike Slave) they both "play the field". They talked on the phone the other night, and Mistress was intrigued enough by some of his stories that it seemed like a four way meet up might be entertaining.
Now this guy really isn't Mistress's "type". He is more working class hero than over educated "professional". He works for the local public utility, and we have started calling him the "Witchita Lineman" after that old Glen Campbell song. We met him and his wife at a local sports bar he suggested, one of those places with wall to wall big screen TVs with Masters' highlights and the local baseball team clogging the plasma.
(Of course, Mistress had a crash course on Masters highlights earlier in the afternoon, so she now was well aware of what a "leader board" was. She knew that numbers like 5+ did not reference cock size).
Shane and Bridget are both in their early 40's, and we got to know them over some unhealthy food, Guinness for me and a Chardonnay for Mistress.
We all shared some funny stories about our sexual adventures over the last few years. They've worked the local "swinger" scene, and we told them about our trip to the downriver dungeon with Aisha. Mistress even shared the fact that her boredom at work that Friday had led her on a frolic and detour to the home of Mr. Leprecock only a few hours earlier.
Bridgett was tall and fairly attractive, but with a laugh that was a little scary, and made Slave want to suppress his trademark humor about half-way through our conversation. But when they told a story about she and a female friend getting it on with a strap-on at one of their "parties", I must say the thought of her buried between Mistress's legs piqued my prurient interest.
What became clear was that while both of them are free to indulge, Bridgett's been getting a lot more action than Shane, and Shane is not the type, like some of us out there, who necessarily gets off on the whole cuckold thing.
Shane was clearly interested in the lovely Molly, and moving this little party somewhere more private where he might be able to slide her out of her panties.
"If we didn't have a kid and babysitter over at our house, I'd invite you home with us right now."
Of course we had an empty nest, but I didn't notice Mistress suggesting that we adjourn there.
On the way home, Mistress acknowledged what was pretty obvious from the start. Shane was not the type of guy she would want to bed. A little too short. A little too goofy. Rough edges in the wrong places. But how to tell that to a perfectly nice guy we had a pleasant and entertaining evening with?
"If I did it it would be a sympathy fuck, Slave... I kind of feel bad that she's getting so much more action than he is...."
"I think you're beyond sympathy fucks, Mistress....."
On the other hand, we had fun with them as 2 couples sharing funny stories about our in-common kinks in a way we can never do with the boring folks we normally socialize with. That's good isn't it?
When we got home, there was the predictable text from Shane, raving about how sexy he thought Mistress was, and wondering when they might get together again.... "how about tomorrow night.... LOL."
(Did I ever mention that Mistress wonders about guys who use LOL in the communications?)
So do we invite them over for a fun dinner at our house some night, while making it clear that this is not a door opener for Shane to get it on with Mistress? Or do we simply cut things off all together?
Any thoughts, dear readers?
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