Night With the Swingers

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.

Strap-on Saturday

Mistress and slave have gotten into a comfy routine here now that slave no longer goes to an office most "work" days.  While we are both serving some clients (her more than me), we have been able to carve out some afternoon "nap" time, which more often than not includes either some post-nap worship or a 2nd round of more conventional sex.  But yesterday, after she lunched with the Dowager Domme and I entertained my cute grandkids, there was a little more time for us to indulge....

Slave had gotten a "warning" earlier in the day.

"It's been a long time since you've gotten a good ass-fucking, slave...."

"So true, Mistress."

We woke from our late afternoon snooze at around 5 pm, and Mistress was feisty and ready for action.

"Time to get out my supplies, slave...."

I dutifully went on task.

Harness. check.

Simulated plastic cock. Check.

Lube.  Check.

Mistress gave me a pass on the usual preliminary.

"You've been so good lately slave, that I'm going to pass on the punishment."

So no ass warm up with her crop.

"Sounds good to me, Mistress".

So it was down to business. Mistress promptly slid into her harness, and mounted it's important accessory (not quite as big as the helpfully illustrative video might suggest).  A generous helping of lube assisted as she drove home, finding her target with her typical precision.

Mistress worked her magic on her slave, while pumping herself into a rather robust cum of her own. She generously allowed me to take my own pleasure on top as she caught her breath from her more alpha exertions. And I gratefully did.....


It was a nice prequel to a quiet evening at home.

Tonight will be a little busier. We are meeting a couple from out in the 'Burbs who found Mistress via her new OKCupid page.  They are into the "Open marriage" / Poly scene. He's clearly interested in getting to know Mistress a little more personally. I'm along for the ride, purely as a curious amateur social scientist, of course. I'm sure our readers will be interested to hear all of the details.... purely for sociological reasons, of course.

Sap? Or Sapio-Sexual?

It’s amazing how you can still teach an old slave new tricks.  Over the weekend I opened an OKCupid account for Mistress under the name “MollyCollins” (check it out if you are on that App). It was just an “experiment” right?  Since then I’ve been “curating” Mistress’s suitors, showing her the supplicants that might entertain or amuse or attract her. Deleting the rest. Interestingly, OK Cupid has a much wider array of (seemingly) eligible guys than AM, particularly under the category of “open marriage” types.

I’ve also been reminded of a few of Mistress’s quirks in the process ----

“What’s with all the beards, slave?”

Mistress definitely prefers the clean shaven look. Maybe it’s because beards or mustaches tickle “down there”?  Who knows? But it does seem an extraordinarily high percentage of guys who claim to be in open marriages also have facial hair.  What’s that about? 

She also has interesting thoughts on fashion selection. Like the guy who self-identifies as a “Dom”, but has a pic of himself in blue-ish plaid Bermuda shorts. 

‘What sort of Dom wears shorts like that, Slave?”

But what was particularly interesting was a new terms I first saw on several profiles: “Sapio-sexual”.  I had to look at the definition: 

sa·pi·o·sex·u·al

ˌsāpēōˈsekSH(o͞o)əl/

adjective

1. 1. 

(of a person) finding intelligence sexually attractive or arousing.

"I met a PhD student from Germany who told me that he was sapiosexual"

noun

1. 1. 

a person who finds intelligence sexually attractive or arousing.

"I'm a sapiosexual and I like to talk"

I guess I fall into this category… sort of. I am attracted to intelligent women, and Mistress is the best example of that. But then she also has some other attractive qualities too.

As for Mistress. Well she does have high standards when it comes to the brain power of potential suitors. 

“What is it about these guys who say they don’t read, slave…..? “

Being a fan of “The Big Bang Theory” doesn’t make you a rocket scientist. Or even someone who can carry on a post-coital conversation.

In the meantime, the sorting goes on.  Mistress has set up one “meet and great” with a gentlemen who lives nearby for next Thursday evening. We told him he could bring his “open marriage” wife. But he says she’s already used his date as an excuse to set up an evening out with her “boy toy”.

And Sunday evening we have a dinner engagement with an “open marriage” couple to compare notes and see if any sparks fly betwixt Mistress and the hubby.

At least it should be good blog-fodder for our readers.  Things have been a little dull on these pages lately!

Slave On the Shelf?

Slave has spent a lovely 3 day weekend with my daughter and her husband in the NYC region.  Lots of ethnic food, and today an all day outing to Brooklyn, It was "take your dad to work day", sort of. But while she went to work, I rode bikes through Prospect Park and explored some neighborhoods that were new to me.

In the meantime, poor Mistress, left to her own devices, has been spending time with the Dowager Domme and working.  There was also a night out on Monday evening with two lady friends.

The common denominator is that we've both been in the sexual wilderness, with not even some "finger fiddling" to tide us over. Maybe we can be retired as exhibits in the Museum I saw advertised in the subway?

Without an available side dish, poor Mistress is not getting the attention (and service) that she surely deserves.

But I let her know that there may be helming on the way.  Inspired by the NY Times article referenced in our last post, I opened a profile for her on OKCupid (under MollyCollins in case you want to check it out).  There have been quite a few supplicants, and her mailbox is filling up.  She may have to take the time to review what is available to her when I get home tomorrow night.  But I suspect we'll be having sex first.

At least I sure hope so!