The Game: The Failure

I put my penis in Estrella's vagina today. She told me not to, chastising me about the rules. But, I think she really wanted it.

She was awful tight.

The Game: Day 4

Day 4 was an easy day, since by the time we got around to playing, we were both pretty tired.

So, Estrella lounged back and I ate her out.

And then, after she'd come once or twice, I fucked her tits and left her a pearl medallion--it didn't quite spread enough to be a necklace.

The Game: Day 3

Oscar came up behind my chair as I sat at the computer, and I leaned into his chest, pulling him closer. As he began to kiss my neck, I knew that Day 3 of the game was about to begin. Then he asked me, "So, do you want to fuck my knee?"

I assented, and began to strip as Oscar fetched his newest homemade sex toy. We have several dildos in the house, all of them silicone due to Oscar's latex allergy. One is a feeldoe, mentioned in the past on this blog, one a simple vibrator from my wonton high school days, and the final two used to be one much like the double ended feeldoe, called a Nexxus. The Nexxus proved unable to stay put and quite bulky in the middle, and since it was just two small silicone dildos fused together at the ends, I cut them apart and thus formed the Nexxi. One is a fairly standard straight smooth cock. The other is curved in such a manner that it resembles a semi-circle. It was the latter that had a key role in both our plans for the day's orgasms.

Oscar had carved a slit in the base of the curved dildo and passed a bit of nylon strap through it to create a rudimentary harness he could use on his thigh (or, come to think of it, many other places....). We've always joked about how much I enjoy grinding my cunt on his leg during foreplay and we considered buying a pre-made leg harness, but we just hadn't gotten around to adding it to our large sex toy collection.

I stretched out on my back and Oscar came to me wearing his kilt with two erections pressing against the pleats. He began kissing me while grinding his real cock into my clit. I freed both cocks from the tangles of the kilt and began guiding Oscar's leg-cock into my pussy. I was already a bit worked up at this point, so the tip met with my wet slit and slid in slowly. Oscar then ground his thigh in between my legs as hard as he dared, bringing me to climax within a matter of minutes. I told him I was done with him, and he withdrew his cunt-juice covered dildo leg-cock from my pussy. He then threw in a few licks because he always seems to need a taste of my cunt.

I figured he would be delighted if I returned the favor, so I asked him if I could fuck his ass. He consented, though he wanted a cigarette first. While we were outside, I described my plan to bring him to orgasm without using my pussy.

I loved it when he rode my cock before (while I was wearing my harness) but I figured he would have to be facing me so that I could jerk him off. The same dildo we had used on his leg would now become my cock. It was good for the job because it had the proper tilt so it would bang on his prostate. Once we were ready to begin, Oscar asked me to begin by fucking him from behind in order to loosen up his tight little asshole. Using the curved dildo made this slightly more awkward than usual, compared with the straight feeldoe I'm used to wielding, but after I moved one of my legs up level with Oscar's shoulders, I was able to penetrate his ass with my cock. It only lasted a few strokes before a slight adjustment caused it to fall out, but by then, Oscar was ready to ride me.

I laid back on the couch with my cock standing upright, ready for Oscar's ass. It was awkward getting him on top of me and getting my dildo inside him, but after a few tries, we figured out a solution. Using some rope we had lying around, Oscar straddled me and balanced himself using a loop of rope strung through the slats on the back of the couch. It was quite a gymnastic feat. Oscar began grinding his ass on my cock, and I lubed up my hand and started to stroke his erection. I tightened my grip on Oscar's cock, jacking him off as he rode me. He spurted hot cum all over my stomach and hand, and thus ended Day 3.

Game Postponed

The Game has been postponed for at least one night due to Estrella suffering sunburn.

She is, however, excited about the thigh-mounted dildo that I've prepared for her. She says she can't wait to ride my leg.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

The Game: Day 2

While we were wrestling and kissing on the day bed, Estrella noticed my stiffened cock.

"Oh my, what's that?" she asked, reaching back to adjust the pillows against which she was lying.

I unzipped my fly in response. My cock popped happily into the open, the head purple and the foreskin curled back.

"I always love how it looks sticking up through your pants like that. You know, if this weren't No Vag-Pen Week, I'd hop on that right now."

"It's really a shame," I said, now rubbing my cock slowly.

"I'll just have to fuck myself."

She moved to the couch, shedding her robe in the process. She lay back and spread her legs wide. I watched her rub her clit, sliding both hands up into her crotch. I think that she pulls down on her labia with one, while rubbing with the other.

I moved over and straddled her leg, my balls resting on her knee. I stroked my cock more quickly.

"I bet you can't wait for the warm drops, can you?" I teased her.

"Your balls on my leg reminded me of how they slap into my clit when you're fucking me from behind," she said. A total non-sequitor.

She came, bucking hard against her hands. She continued rubbing and bucking as I stroked faster. Her orgasm subsided, and she lay back, running her hands over her tits and crotch. I came, the sort of orgasm where it seems like you come forever before you even see semen. I spilled a nice puddle on her leg.

"So, does that qualify as our orgasms for the day?" she asked.

"I guess they do now. But, what if I'm horny later?"

"You just tell me, honey."

I grinned.

"And now, I leave you with the mess," I said, as I got up and wandered off to get a popsicle.

(I did bring her a wet-wipe though.)

The Game: Day 1

The game began in earnest yesterday in the hallway. Estrella pushed me up against the wall, slid off my swimming trunks, and got down on her knees.

It was fantastic head. She's worked out just where to keep her hand to act as a stop as she bobs down on my cock. She alternated quick bobbing on the head, with longer deep-throating. Excellent. Unfortunately, it's really difficult for me to come in a standing position. When I told her this, she complained that she'd have to do twice the work that night.

We talked for a little while to dispel any pressure we might be feeling. I made sure to stress that it wasn't necessary that she, or I, have an orgasm. Rather that I was more interested in novel forms of play.

Later, I called Estrella over for her turn. I started out with my fingers, rubbing her g-spot. After warming her up, I pulled out my Aneros Progasm. I figured that if it worked on my prostate, it might well work on her g-spot. Turns out that it kinda worked. It seemed to feel pretty good, but as it felt better, she would contract more. That's where the problem cropped up: the Progasm, being hard plastic, didn't give at all when she contracted. She said that was uncomfortable.

After I'd fingered her through at least one big, juicy orgasm, we decided that it was my turn again.

Estrella picked up her blowjob right where she left off. Again, heavenly. And, again, her jaw got tired before I blew my load. So, I had her sit on my face while I jerked off. I stuck my tongue as far into her as I could while I rubbed my cock. Finally, after she'd come again, bucking against my face, drenching my chin with her juice, I sprayed my load down her throat.

I can't wait to see what she's got in store for me tonight.

The Game is Afoot

After Estrella and I had mind-blowingly brilliant rear-entry sex today, we've decided to take up the game tomorrow.

At 2100h PDT tomorrow, we're off to the races.

You'll hear all about it soon thereafter.

Camping

Estrella and I went on another damn car trip for the holiday weekend. I'm totally tired of driving for a while. However, I really like camping. Which is good, because we didn't stay in a single hotel for the whole trip. Just two nights camping, one night sleeping in the car in a rest area, and a couple nights at a friend's house.

Which means we didn't fuck in a single hotel for the whole trip. But we definitely had some great sex.

Our first night was in a campground. It started off simply enough, with my tongue on Estrella's nipples and in her cunt. Then, I put my cock in. Since the tent was pitched on a slight incline, I put Estrella's head on the lower end and used the extra leverage to really give it to her. I'm pretty certain she came really hard.

Since I didn't have any condoms, nor any supplies with which to clean up, Estrella wouldn't let me come in her. So, I pulled out and she tried to give me a handjob.

I say tried because she, and eventually I, failed to bring me to orgasm manually. After having her pussy so hard and rough, I needed considerably more of the right stimulation than a handjob can afford. I went to bed with unsatisfied, with my crotch, face, and hands reeking of pussy. It was maddening--in a mostly good way.

The next two nights were spent at our friend's house. She happened to have literally the largest shower I've ever seen in my life. We fucked in it a little, but mostly did it in the bed and on the floor.

The first night back on the road, we couldn't find a campsite or a hotel with a vacancy anywhere along our route. There was the possibility of one campsite, but we apparently missed the turnoff and didn't realize it for a while.

So, with a new plan to catch a nap and drive some more, we pulled into a rest area. After getting out to stretch and smoke and piss, we got back in the car. And I took the opportunity to cash in my Roadside Blowjob Voucher. Estrella had awarded it to me for outstanding driving endurance during our cross-country trip.

Still sitting in the driver's seat, I leaned back the seat, undid my belt, and unzipped my fly. My cock sprang out. Estrella knelt on the passenger seat, her ass pressed against the window, and bobbed her head on my dick. After a while her trick jaw played its trick, and she finished me off by hand. She swallowed every drop of come, even going back for seconds when a few late beads welled up as my cock softened.

I would definitely say the hottest part of this experience was how utterly brazen Estrella was. In the past, she's been loathe to do much of anything in public situations. However, I'm pretty sure that a trucker still on the interstate could have figured out what she was doing--assuming he knew just where to look.

The last great fuck was last night at the most beautiful campground I've ever experienced.

This time, I'd come prepared with condoms and wetwipes--two pieces of gear I now consider indespinsable in the woods. So, we selected a mossy stump obscured from the rest of the campground. Estrella threw a towel over it and hopped up, sitting on it, spreading her legs and showing me her snatch peeking from beneath her skirt. I dropped my swim trunks to just below my ballsack, rolled a condom onto my ready cock, and stepped up to mount her. Just then, a bit of the earth next to the stump gave way. I teetered on the edge, just microns from falling and twisting the shit out of my ankle. I pushed off of Estrella, and put my foot down through another piece of earth. My push also caused Estrella to scrape her cooch on the stump.

We gave up on that stump and moved on to another.

Estrella again lay back, with her legs spread. This time I stepped up to mount her and found the ground sturdy. I plunged into her shallowly, the best I could managed in the position. To gain better depth, I rolled her back a little farther and held on to her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in farther.

I fucked her quickly, my intentions on filling the condom with come before Ranger Rick took a stroll. It was over way too quickly for Estrella to get off; but, she seemed like she was having fun nonetheless. At least, that's what I'm claiming now. I'm pretty sure I was just that excited.

A little game

I had a moment of inspiration. It wasn't just as Estrella sucked the come from my balls through my cock--nothing, literally nothing, was on my mind that moment. It was about ten minutes later when I was outside smoking a cigarette, her saliva dripping off my knob.

Here in the next couple of days, we're going to start a week of no vagina-penis sex. We'll each be responsible for one orgasm daily for the other party. The orgasmee cannot refuse any reasonable method of stimulation--Estrella has already informed me that I'll be getting a knee job. Likewise, the orgasmee may not make a request--I can't demand to have her ass, but she can offer it to me.

Obviously, I need seven different methods of bringing my beloved to orgasm not involving my penis. I have a couple so far. It'd pretty much ruin the surprise to write about them here. At least one of them is going to require some shopping.

I will be blogging each of the days during Zero Vag-Pen Week. And, I believe that Estrella will, too.

Man's testicles shrink, expand, trapping him

The title says it all. via reddit.

A Big Move, and a Big Fuck

Estrella and I have been moving like crazy. With all the packing, screaming at city permitting authorities, driving through freak June blizzards, and unpacking, we haven't had much of a chance to really get it on. Roadside hotels lose some of their trashy hotness when you've driven eight hours.

But Estrella and I love our new West Coast digs. We have a big deck, and lots of trees--being in a forest and all. So, due to fortuitously poor sight lines, I've spent a fair bit of time nude outside. Estrella hasn't really followed me yet, but did come out yesterday in an untied robe. Baby steps.

We had a blog-worthy fuck yesterday, though. Really, the whole day was one long sex session.

It started with Estrella rolling me over in bed and riding my morning wood. She paid little attention to me, rocking her hips back and forth to grind her clit hard into my pubis. Then, when she'd come, and my cock was marginally less rigid than she might have liked, she pulled off of me and got some breakfast. I love it when she does this, although she doesn't often avail herself of unreciprocated pleasure, the cum-obsessed slut.

Since we haven't had a chance to get me the real thing, I asked Estrella if she wouldn't put her Feeldoe in my ass. We agreed that it would happen "later tonight". This gave me plenty of time to get some stuff done around the house, and still work to stretch out my asshole.

During the afternoon, I found myself sitting between Estrella's legs as she read a book. Having significant impulse restraint issues, I took the opportunity to rub her pussy. She appeared to like it, and so I continued. After a quick shift of positions, I rubbed and finger fucked her through at least two orgasms over fifteen or twenty minutes. It was way, way hot.

A couple of hours before nightfall, I lubed my Aneros and then my fat silicone butt plug into my ass. I tried to cook our fajitas with it in, but I haven't had anything up my butt in a while, so the prostate stimulation was a little overwhelming. I had to take it out.

After supper, I bent down on my hands and knees on the couch, with my ass up in the air. Estrella lubed up her dick and my asshole, and slid it into me. I had to have her take it slow, and pull out at least once. Like I said, it's been a couple months.

However, once she had it in, it felt so good that I had her fuck me just as hard as she could. That turned out to be just an iota too hard. But, after she dialed it back a bit she proceded to plow my ass for a good while. Then she decided it was too much work.

So, I told her to sit on the edge of the couch with her cock sticking straight up in the air. Keeping my feet on the floor, I then lowered my asshole around her bright blue dick. Neither of us undersand the physics, but this apparently resulted in unmitigated clitoral pleasure for Estrella. So, I picked up the pace, sliding up and down as far as the length of the cock would let me. I think it pleased Estrella greatly when I bent way over so she could watch her cock disappear in my ass.

After she had my ass for a while, I had her pussy twice in fairly rapid succession. While it was some excellent fucking, I can't say that it was noteworthy. Mostly just assume the position, thrust, thrust more, thrust much harder, ejaculate. There was some evidence that Estrella actually ejaculated during our first round of vag-pen sex. Well, when I say "some", I mean "rather a lot".

Sorry Folks

Estrella and I have been mad busy with a cross-country move, switching jobs, and playing Grand Theft Auto to have explored much sexually.

It's just been the ol' in-out in-out.

But, very satisfying, that old standby.

End of Envy

For years, I have been envious of certain of my female friends and their ability to fruitfully masturbate for seemingly inhuman periods of time. I remember one girl telling me that she couldn't go for drinks because she had "an evening of masturbation" ahead of her. I couldn't imagine masturbating for an entire evening: I'd come once in the first twenty minutes, once again about forty minutes in, and then lose any semblance of an erection.

Yesterday, I was super bored. It was Masturbation Night anyway, so I figured I may as well start early. So, at about 1830h, I lubed up my ass and slid in my Aneros Progasm. Then I flopped out to watch and read porn.

I think that I spent about two hours "masturbating". It's in scare quotes since I played according to Hoyle and didn't touch my cock. In fact, I did my best to ignore its existence. I squeezed my balls, pinched my nipples, but let my cock be as it vacillated between hard and flaccid. Since the Progasm doesn't require an erection to function, it's actually pretty easy to keep it going for that long. You just have to stay in the mood.

I don't envy the girls anymore.

I had several peak experiences that might be called orgasms, if the definition of male orgasm weren't so inextricably linked to ejaculation. I remember at least three of them, although there may have been more. It doesn't feel like ejaculating, in so far as the pleasurable contractions don't come in a set. Just a single, powerful, pleasurable contraction that seems to set you up for the next one without actually triggering it. You have to do that with another squeeze of your anus on the Progasm. If you get the timing right, you can keep the chain going for quite some time.

The peakest of peak experiences even included fluid emission. Not semen, but prostatic fluid. I'd estimate that there was at least 80mL of it. The volume surprised me as much as it ever has a woman who suddenly discovered she could "squirt". It leaked down the shaft of my cock, pooling between my legs and crotch, filling my belly button, providing the nasty lube I used to stroke my cock to climax.

It was quite a mess.

Unexpected

I just deleted a thousand words about an argument Estrella and I had last night. Said argument interrupted my plan of putting it to my lovely wife the moment I returned home. But, I couldn't characterize the argument in any coherent way: it was about two years of sexual psychology and routine, and no attempt to summarize did them the slightest bit of credit. So, instead, I'm going to talk a bit about how we argue.

We don't.

I cannot remember ever fighting with Estrella. We do not agree on lots of things, and we come to loggerheads on some issues. But, I don't believe that we raise our voices, throw things, or personally attack one another. We don't have proxy arguments: fighting about garbage removal responsibilities when we're really fighting about not getting enough affection. I do feel guilty of perpetrating a few acts of passive-aggression, but even those are mostly because I feel angry or hurt, and don't know why yet.

Instead of fighting, Estrella and I talk. Specifically, we talk like unicorn-petting, pot-smoking, crystal-wearing hippie lesbians. Lots and lots of "I feel" statements, plenty of listening, a fair dose of "right on; I get it". Speak, listen, and validate.

I've worked very hard to feel comfortable in these sorts of discussions. By nature, I tend to argue rhetorically, logically, cerebrally. The rational debate of objective issues was dinner entertainment while I was growing up. I'm mad good at it, too.

Enter Lilith: my highschool crush who, through a twisty road, wound up living with me for a few months about a year before I met Estrella. She was a psychology major, doing social work. I thought I could resist, but I wound up falling back in love (lust?) with her. And that created all sorts of drama. The one good thing that came out of that drama is that I learned how to state my feelings without making them somebody else's fault. She spoke that way, and refused to listen unless I also did so.

At first, I found it infuriating. After all, I'd spent my whole life treating such discussions as problems needing a logical solution. But I rapidly saw that it made communicating about emotional needs possible in a way I'd never imagined. I found that if I said "I feel angry when you..." instead of "you make me angry when...", it was possible to move beyond whether or not I should feel angry to how we could go about arranging a situation in which I didn't feel angry. I quickly found that communicating like this even works with people who don't respond in kind.

Despite coming to accept it, I still find this method of communication difficult. It requires considerable effort on my part to regulate my speech, to ignore the part of me that wants to spread the negativity around. It's made even harder when I don't even know what the fuck I'm feeling. I find it most difficult when I need (or want) somebody else to make a change for me; it feels hard to say "I feel angry when I find your panties all over the floor" and not follow it up with "so could you not leave them there?" Instead, I have to have faith that the person I'm talking to will hear my pain and volunteer either a change in behavior or a compromise. Luckily, most of the time, just making the listener aware of my distress helps dramatically in assuaging it.

The only downside to my hard-won skill at nonaggressively making my needs known is that it doesn't fit my "gender role". The other day, I made the mistake of expressing my emotional distress to my boss after he asked why I walked out of a meeting in which I'd been told I was uneducated. Instead of the validation I reflexively expected, he asked whether I was a faggot or a girl. I guess he'd have preferred that I just call the other guy an asshole.

It was the first time I've been conscious of the patriarchy harming, instead of privileging, me.

Sleep Sex

I frequently spend the first hour or so of consciousness in a horny funk. In fact, I find it essentially impossible to restrain such lustful thoughts when I wake up next to such a sexy, curvy woman. And I usually wake up at least half an hour before Estrella. That's plenty of time to work up a good head of lust.

It's the line of her hip as she sleeps on her side. It's running my hand along her thighs and feeling her reflexively wriggle in response. And, I admit it, I sometimes grope her while she's unconscious; I can't resist.

I frequently find myself deeply torn between letting her sleep so beautifully, and fucking her awake. Surprisingly, for two years of internal morning debates, letting her sleep has always won*.

It isn't really a lack of desire or consent--I want to, and she's reiterated her consent on numerous occasions. I just can't figure out how the hell to pull it off.

Keeping in mind that the goal here is for me to have my penis inside her before she wakes up, here are the practical difficulties that tend to stop me:

First, there's the issue of lubrication. She's asleep, and unless she's having a particularly hot sex dream, her pussy is likely bone dry. Trying to force my cock into that will only result in discomfort for all of us. Not to mention that the attempt would undoubtedly wake her up before I had the chance to get inside. I suppose that a bottle of lube on the nightstand might help. Of course, that means that when she does wake up, realizes what's going on, and starts generously secreting her own juices, the whole of our crotches will immediately end up a frictionless mess.

Then, there's the issue of positioning. Estrella tends to sleep on her side. Given the limits of anatomy, I don't think that I can successfully achieve entry in this position without her assistance. And rolling her over on her back, even if she didn't successfully resist, would probably wake her up. Naturally, when she sleeps on her back, she tends to have her legs tightly together--I don't know that separating them will be any less likely to wake her than rolling her over.

Finally, there is the issue of piss. My wife, like many humans I've met, usually needs to void her bladder upon waking up. This isn't normally a problem, since I'm not buried balls-deep in her quim. But it seems highly probable that Estrella would wake upon penetration, squeal, and then demand to be let up to pee. Not quite what I have in mind.

So, since I've noticed that we seem to have at least a few readers, do ya'll have any ideas for making spontaneous sleep sex work? Are my only options "drug her" and "tell her to pretend"?

*Well, fucking her awake did win once. But, she woke up while I was still shifting the comforter out of the way. That particular episode did nothing to help my confidence here.

Horny Day

I've felt wicked horny all day.

You see, dear readers, Estrella refused to submit to her marital duty and spread her legs for a quickie this morning. She gave me static about not wanting to be late for an appointment. So, instead of giving her a ride on my pogostick, I gave her a ride in my car.

I intend to remedy this situation immediately upon returning home tonight. She's been warned.

These Folks are Hot

Estrella, not an hour ago, fucked my ass with a strapon for a considerable period. My ass, naturally, got sore after a while. So, I rolled her over and fucked her pussy at a gently increasing pace for a long time, until we were finally slamming our hips together.

It was some damn fine sex.

And yet I just jerked off all over this mad hot blog. Literally.

The Porns

• Probably not Marilyn Monroe. But that's fine.
• Everybody loves a tranny. Both she and the biogirl are mad hot.
• Pretty nice, even if there aren't enough cocks.
• A little boring at points, but definitely four real folks just fucking.
• Aw, how stereotypical. But they mix it up pretty nicely toward the end. Simmer on it.

Just some of the things I've wanked to in the past couple weeks. I've been on a real amateur kick.

Roger, and some thoughts

I have had some time to both think about my own feelings and to discuss them at great length with Oscar. When we began to look for a couple (instead of just an extra cock) I said I would be fine with a bi female, and that Oscar could even indicate that I was bi for our posting to craigslist. I rationalized it to myself saying that I had experimented with women before at a younger age and had even dated one lady. However, once we had actually met the couple I started having misgivings. Susan is an absolutely gorgeous woman, tall and beautifully proportioned. But I wasn't sure I could actually do sexual acts with her.

I was also put off by her reserved nature. While Konrad was forthright and made multiple mentions of sexual acts, Susan never once made any overtly sexual statement. She seemed quite content just discussing the mundane everyday life. I was unsure how willing she was in this situation. After getting burned at the sex club before, I was a little more cautious. Her lack of enthusiasm for the whole situation made me skeptical. That, combined with their delays, led me to think it was not going anywhere, and thus, I lost my own enthusiasm. Considering that we are moving shortly, I did not want to put so much effort into creating a relationship with someone that I would never see after a month.

So, onto our night with Roger. He was at our house at ten pm, but we only kept him there for around two hours. He knew there was a potential for interruption, but we were all hoping it wouldn't become an issue. The evening began with a bit of idle chit-chat, and then progressed, as it usually does, with Oscar taking off his clothing. His love of nudity and lack of self consciousness makes it far easier to initiate a sexual situation. I was wearing a silk robe with a set of black undergarments, which included my absolute favorite pair of black lacy underwear. Roger liked them as well. With Oscar on one side and Roger on the other, I stroked both of their cocks while they sucked on my nipples. Roger is cut, and Oscar is not, so the navigation of two different cocks at once was made slightly more difficult. Oscar began gobbling Roger's cock while I provided our guest with a set of tits to suck and grope. After a few minutes of satisfied slurping, Oscar moved off for a break while Roger donned a condom. For the first time in our three meetings, I rode him. Before I began dating Oscar, riding cock seemed like an impossible skill only possible if one is a lithe porn star. However, after experimenting with Oscar and learning how to properly gyrate my hips, I learned the motions that create pleasurable sensations in my partner's loins.

While I was straddling Roger, Oscar approached with a new brand of condom (Trojan's version of polyurethane-I am amazed that with the prevalence of latex allergies, the condom industry remains dependent on latex). I was surprised, as we normally do not use condoms and Roger's ass was firmly lodged under my pussy. However, I soon understood his idea. He began by trying to double penetrate me, but the angles were not working out in our favor. He then plunged into my ass, pounding away at me and Roger at the same time. I was able to see-saw my hips so that when Oscar withdrew, I could impale myself entirely on Roger's cock. After a few minutes of sweaty grinding, my ass was feeling tender, so I hopped off the couch to the shower to cool off.

While I was away, I could hear Oscar devouring Roger's erection. When I arrived back in the living room, however, both of the men were lying on their backs. Apparently, Roger had gone limp in my absence. This was disappointing to Oscar, who was eagerly anticipating some ass-sex. After a quick discussion about the existence/role of fluffers in the porn industry, I began to suck Roger's cock to get him hard again. He obliged, and was soon ready to go. No sooner did he roll a condom onto his firm dick, his cell phone went off indicating that he had to leave us. As he got dressed, Oscar was lying perpendicular to me with my legs draped over him. He used that as an opportunity to fuck me, in what I call "lazy position". He grabbed my thighs and ground himself into me.

After Roger had let himself out Oscar asked me to suck him off. He washed his cock to clean off the thick layer of pussy juice, which I am not very fond of tasting (smelling is okay, but tasting often makes me gag). He attempted to fuck my mouth from behind my head to facilitate deep throating. The angles were a bit off, especially because my mouth was tired from so much cock sucking. He flipped over on to his back, and I buried my head in his crotch, taking in his entire hard dick. I wanted to get him off quickly, using some new found skills of mine. Early in our relationship, Oscar always complemented my skills at fellatio, but I was frustrated because I almost never got him off. I enjoy swallowing cum, so this usually left me with the feeling of defeat. Oscar recently told me how I always bring him to the brink of orgasm, but then I pause or change what I'm doing and he loses his steam. He clarified the difference between "giving head", at which I was adept, versus "giving a blow job" which results in him blowing his load. I hadn't realized that I had been so close to accomplishing my goal, so I made a resolution to try harder. This night was no exception. I gave him what he has deemed either the best or the second best blow job he has ever gotten (the other one in this competition had been performed only a few nights prior). As he shot cum down my throat, it marked his third orgasm of the day, which is a feat we hadn't accomplished in several months.

After Roger left, we discussed the possibility that perhaps our play partner is not "truly" bi. His cock went limp as Oscar was sucking it in a manner that Oscar tells me only happens when someone isn't really into the situation. It also happened while I was away in the shower, unable to stimulate Roger's libido with my nudity. I agree with Oscar, as I had my own theories about this before last night. Oscar admitted that he felt slightly off "bartering" sex with me for his own gratification. I had several thoughts on the subject: Oscar is my love so I'd gladly do many things for his pleasure and it's not as though I am being forced into sex with Roger (I enjoy it and participate willingly). I don't believe Roger is truly straight, and I think that he is definitely able to get tail on his own without having to barter for it with gay sex. He is just not quite "gay enough". His failure to service Oscar's asshole has been noted and I am less willing to hook up with him unless he fucks Oscar first next time. I would like to ensure that my man is happy. Plus, Oscar has one of the hottest asses I have ever found on a man, so someone with any inclination to top would be a fool to pass up an opportunity to tap it. But perhaps I am biased.

Roger's Coming Over

Estrella and I have retreated to safe territory. Roger will be here in two hours.

I can't wait to get some dick. And, of course, become a literal cuckold. This will be the first adulteration of our marriage.

New Toy: Aneros Progasm

Last Friday, we had time to kill downtown, and so wandered into a sex shop. It's a pretty well-stocked one, with plenty of porn, and a nice selection of toys. And, since it's in the middle of Gayville, most of the toys are appropriate to the male anatomy.

They have all manner of ass toys, from tiny beads no bigger than those at Mardi Gras, all the way up to the 9" diameter plug whose only imaginable purpose must be as a paperweight. And, they had the Aneros Prograsm. So, given how much Estrella loves for my ass to have fun, she bought it for me. Then she hid it in her purse, and we met our friends for drinks.

After drinks with friends (and one of our boring meetings with Konrad and Susan), we returned home. Of course, the first thing I wanted was to play with my new toy.

I have a number of ass plugs, so I'm no stranger to convincing plastic to inhabit my anus. The Progasm, however, slid in with astonishing ease. The material is a hard plastic, which would probably suck for insertion if it hadn't also been far smoother than any other plug I have. After it went in, it settled down in precisely the position they said it would: with the tip of the phallus on my prostate. I don't know that I can actually feel the little taint and kundalini beads, but they do help to hold the phallus in the right location.

The directions say that you should avoid penile stimulation while playing with the toy. Specifically, they suggest that you not touch the Progasm or yourself at all while playing with it. The idea is to use contractions of your anal sphincter to rub the tip along your prostate.

I didn't pay attention to these suggestions for the first night. Instead, I had Estrella suck my cock while wiggling the toy with her fingers. Then, I went ahead and flipped her over on all fours and took her from behind. The geometry of the Progasm does all sorts of joyous things to one's prostate, regardless of what you're doing to your cock. The involuntary contractions in that region caused by Estrella's expert fellatio and slimy pussy caused the tip of the toy to rub most exquisitely. A lot closer to being assfucked than any other butt-plug I've ever tried. However, I didn't really see what the fuss was about.

This week, on Tuesday and Thursday (aka, Masturbation Night), I tried playing with the Progasm in the manner recommended by the manufacturers. The first time, I drew a bath, inserted the toy, and laid down in the water trying to concentrate on my sensations. While it definitely felt neat, and I was starting to get the point, I got bored pretty quickly. I tugged myself off after only a few minutes.

Yesterday, however, I tried a different plan. I lubed it up and stuffed the Progasm in my ass, put on a terry-cloth robe, and returned to the couch. There, I watched porn and absolutely refused to touch myself. The porn really helped. Prostate massage gets pretty boring, and sometimes uncomfortable, if I'm insufficiently aroused. Without porn (or a partner), I find it difficult to maintain sexual arousal during self abuse unless I'm beating a straight path to the goal. With the porn to refocus my attention on the sexual (instead of my mind drifting to, say, shortest-path algorithms), I found it far easier to maintain a long, leisurely session.

What a difference.

With sufficient time to build up the charge, and sufficient self-control to keep from touching myself, the Progasm is a fucking exemplary sex toy. It's rare that a sex toy actually unlocks a sensation that's difficult to create without it. An assplug feels roughly like a finger, just a little wider; a dildo feels roughly like a cock, just not as compliant; etc. However, I don't think that I've actually felt before the sort of "prostate orgasm" that I almost achieved last night. Estrella has given me a prostate massage that resulted in me leaking fluid in a long, ropey stream from my cock. But, I didn't even feel it at the time--she had to tell me what was happening.

With the Progasm, I definitely felt it. I think it's the feedback. You tense your anus, which pulls the Progasm up along your prostate, which makes your cock jump, with tightens your prostate, which pushes the Progasm out a bit, which causes you to tense your anus again. Get that rhythm right, with just enough pressure, and away you go.

But, it's closer to meditation than masturbation. Distractions and partners seem to make it too difficult for me to maintain the concentration necessary to get it working. Well, distractions, partners, and the uncontrollable urge to stroke it.

My Needs and Wants

I can't figure out quite why I'm so down about the prospects of our other-people-sexy-time. Estrella has explicitly said that she still has interest in pursuing it. She has expressed no regrets about our time with Roger, nor any more regret than I have about our adventures at the swinger's club. I can't figure out why I should feel this way.

I think that I fear that something I want or need will not come to me. Specifically, our compatibility with male-female couples seems to trouble me the most. But, I'm having trouble working out exactly what's going on. So, I'm trying to list each need and want that I can identify with regards to sex. Not the tiny details ("I want somebody pounding my ass while Estrella sucks my cock"), but the emotional needs. Then, I intend to work forward from this list to determine why I feel so worried.

These are in order of priority. Also note that these are not necessarily unfulfilled needs.

Needs:

1. I need to have sex regularly. Right now, three or four times a week seems sufficient.
   
2. I need for all of my sexual partners to be involved willingly, honestly, and enthusiastically. This specifically discounts deference, obligation, connivance, and pity as acceptable reasons to be involved.
   
3. I need novelty of sexual sensation.
4. I need to feel that I have clear and open communications with my sexual partners.
5. I need what I can only term "freedom of sexual expression"; the extent to which I have this freedom is negotiable. I'll explain more.
   

This "freedom of sexual expression" of which I speak I define roughly as follows: the freedom to safely express one's sexuality without fear of censure. The corollary, of course, speaks of boundaries determined by consenting participants. Since I hold boundaries and consent as unalienable rights of an individual, it follows that maximizing one's freedom of sexual expression comes not from making demands of partners, but rather from seeking partners of whom you need not make demands.

Wants:

1. I want to feel that my relationship with Estrella is more important than those with other people.
2. I want the same from her.
   
3. I want to have sex with men.
4. I want to have sex with Estrella and other partners simultaneously (well, at least in the same session).
5. I want to have sex with other women.
6. I want to sexually express intimacy and affection with friends (if they're interested).
7. I want to feel intimacy and affection with secondary sexual partners.

On reflection, I've found this very helpful.

Assuming that we won't find a couple with whom both I and Estrella are willing to have sex, we're left with bisexual men, couples with bi men and straight girls, and the simple swap. I nominate Needs 2 & 5 and Wants 5, 6, & 7 as my fears in this situation.

I'm scared of le swap simple because of the apparent frequency at which men drag their unenthusiastic women into the scene. This seems coercive to me (Need 2). Likewise, a slip of the tongue toward what I'm really thinking ("your cock looks delicious") will end in tragedy most times in Swingerville (Need 5).

Despite lovin' the cock myself, I strongly suspect that many claimed male bisexuals who seek out couples don't actually have much interest in men. Rather I think they feel willing to endure sex with them if it means getting some pussy out of it. This seems dishonest on their end, but more importantly, feels like selling Estrella to get my ass plugged.

I can eliminate fears regarding consent and honesty on a case-by-case basis by spending enough time with secondary partners to get to know them. However, Estrella stated that she was turned off this last go partially because she didn't like the amount of time we spent having drinks and chatting with Konrad and Susan. Likewise, I feel like this distaste for spending time with people means that I'm unlikely to have the chance to feel much or any affection or intimacy with our partners. I can cope with that, but it seems suboptimal for my mental balance. I guess I'd rather like the people with whom I have sex, not simply find them physically acceptable.

Since I believe Estrella has placed sex on the side (not involving her) out of bounds, but has consented for me to have sex with another woman in her presence, male-female couples seem the best chance if I want sex with other women. A single woman seems ridiculous on the basis of liklihood: without hiring a hooker, I can't imagine actually finding a straight woman into a threesome with Estrella and I. I imagine there're plenty of women out there into pleasing a dude with his wife, ignoring her. But, I imagine that many more couples (men) are interested in this than single women who're into it. Supply and demand.

Me and two women has never been a fantasy of mine. I like vaginal novelty as much as the next male mammal, but with no one else to distract them, what the fuck am I supposed to do with two chicks at the same time? Lesbians doing their thing has never excited me, so even if they weren't straight I can't imagine why I'd want two women. There're too many holes, and far too few cocks. I guess if it would please Estrella (and the other lady), I can imagine trading off between the two of them while the other watches. But, I'm going to get tuckered out fast.

In a similar vein, two bi dudes and two straight girls sounds a little bizarre. Are the girls going to sit back and kibbutz while we 69? Will they throw on the strapons and build a daisy chain? I guess with sufficient gear, this could be made to work. Actually, now that I think about it, this would probably be our best bet. I wonder how many of these couples actually exist. I mean, there're plenty of bi dudes cheating on their wives... but, that's not really what I want.

I have issues about people feeling left out. Active, intent watching is one thing (that's a sexual act itself). But, sipping a drink waiting for a cock to be free (and hard) doesn't sound like fun.

I've got one plausible solution that gives me most of what I both need and want, and also seems to align itself with Estrella's apparent needs. If I accept that I'm not getting any strange pussy (I can cope), it seems like we should be looking for gay couples who might like a little pussy on the side. As long as they're not of the vaginas-are-sea-serpent-habitat school of gaydom, gay men tend to be fairly accommodating of my particular constellation of sexual identity.

Not to mention, gay men are plentiful and easy.

Change of Plans

Well, as much as I might have liked it to happen, it appears that playing with Konrad and Susan is not in the cards.

They were initially out of running when Estrella admitted to me that she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of exchanging oral sex with a lady. I felt more surprised and disappointed than I probably should have. She had, prior to decided she might like to sleep with Susan, always held that she didn't like girls. However, she seemed to have had some change of heart there, and so I was very much looking forward to all sorts of fun sharing and swapping. I should have realized that the change of heart was temporary, but I didn't. So, the disappointment.

I took Estrella's statement of sexual preference, and agreed that we'd just have to be busy when they called us up. This was mainly because I believed that Estrella had led Susan on enough that it would be unfair to schedule a playdate, and then inform her that Estrella actually wasn't interested in touching her.

I reopened the conversation last night, saying that I wanted to sleep with them still, and perhaps we could work out precisely what she needed to feel enthusiastic about the situation. We determined that Estrella mostly just didn't want to go down on Susan, but might enjoy making out with a woman and playing with boobs--I have no idea her feelings on fingering a woman. So, with this straightened out, I decided to wait for Konrad to get back to us and set something up.

He text messaged me not long after the conversation, with an invitation for dinner. I started to work with Estrella about a time, but quickly noted how unenthusiastic she felt about the situation. Total and immediate turn off. So, we discussed why she didn't feel it.

It turns out that Estrella had some pretty complicated feelings about the situation. I'm not certain that I'm doing them justice, but a breakdown was something like this:

• She knew too much about them, thus bringing into play the advanced female mate-finding sexual attraction heuristics. With people about whom we know next to nothing, she can apparently operate purely on physical attraction.
• Susan didn't seem particularly into it. (I think she's just of the more reserved type.)
• She doesn't feel interested in sex unless she's actually aroused, and so doesn't feel much drive to work on finding and grooming partners. That is, our discussions about the tricks, scheduling, hanging out, etc. had no sexual charge for her, and so are just sources of strife.
  
• She was creeped-out/intimidated/appalled by "the chase". Specifically, she didn't find these people especially interesting on their own merits, and so the time spent as we courted them was mostly just boring.

I never really dated, mostly just winding up in relationships with friends of friends. As such, I've never really experienced dancing around chasing somebody with a mutual interest. I was rather enjoying the slow play. I guess that's something I actually want out of swinging: the anxiety and risk-reward of attempting to sexually interest new people.

I feel really down about our prospects of happily playing with other people. Single dudes seem pretty manageable, as we've successfully pulled that off with one partner at least. But, with a single dude, there's no worry about internal dynamics of a relationship, power imbalance, or coercion. Likewise, the both of us only need to agree that one person is attractive--finding a couple where both are attractive seems way more than twice as hard.

It would be a lot easier if we were interested in simply swapping partners. It doesn't interest me as much, however, to go play with those boundaries in place. I don't feel like traditional swinging has much to offer me, other than female sexual conquests. While individuals have their own techniques, sex with a woman is roughly sex with a woman. So, aside from simple vaginal novelty, I don't feel like a pure swap adds anything over same-room-sex. I want everybody to at least have the potential to provide some sort of sexual pleasure to and derive it from everybody else. I want a libertine orgy of four people more than I want a traditional swinger's foursome.

I don't think the swingers are even really the population to look to for this sort of behavior. It's more likely to be the pansexual freaks. There aren't a lot of them in the world, and once we meet a pansexual freaky couple, I'm going to want to hang on to them. And I'm afraid that we'll get too close for Estrella to be comfortable fucking them.

Anticipation and Satisfaction

We haven't heard back from Konrad and Susan. I actually thought we'd hear from them Saturday, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Should we call them? I definitely think I'm delaying that until later in the week. If I haven't heard from them by, say, Thursday, I'll ring them up.

In other news, I'm not sure that tonight is masturbation night. Let me tell you why.

Estrella gives great head. Historically, however, she's given lousy blowjobs. That is, while I find the sensations unbearably pleasurable, they lacked the necessary rhythm and speed to actually get me off. This didn't stem from a lack of skill or knowledge, but rather from differing objectives, as I discovered when I asked why she never sucked me off. She said that she prefers when I come inside her.

About a week or so ago, I raised with her a grievance. Specifically, that I worked very hard to give her a great variety of orgasms, and that I would like to enjoy the same treatment. I told her that I would like the occasional handjob, blowjob, footjob, potatojob, or whatever noveltyjob she might invent, and that she carry that x-job to climax. I told her that she was welcome to place it wherever she might like in the sequence of events during sex, even after she'd shagged me for a while--if I came while fucking her, no harm no foul.

She looked startled for a moment, then hurt for a millisecond, then attentive as we talked. Then she grinned winningly and said that she could totally do that.

Let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, she can totally do that.

In the past week, I've come twice in her mouth. This beats the preceding two months combined. Before you sex-positive, orgasm-crazed freaks cry "dereliction of marital duties" on my dear Estrella, it should be noted that I have not lacked for oral-genital contact, I promise. And now it appears unlikely that I'll lack in orgasms from it either.

The first mouthful was either the night of that conversation or the night after. Since she isn't fond of the taste of her own vaginal secretions, she doesn't normally let me put it in her mouth after it's been in her pussy. However, there's an exception to this rule, of which I was ignorant: toweling the girl-spooge off my junk bed-side is considered sufficient ablution. So, after a long shag and a quick wipedown, I mounted her face and fucked her mouth and throat. Spectacular.

And then last night. The title of this post comes in here: I'm still satisfied. Since pasta gets awful nasty if it's boiled too long, she was on a time limit. Nearly prototypical position: me sitting and partially reclined on the edge of a table in a bathrobe; Estrella on her knees on a pillow, her arms down at her sides, completely clothed. The orgasm was phenomenal, but not the main attraction.

See, she'd already turned the prolonged, sug-orgasmic blowjob into a science. She can keep me writhing in terrible pleasure for as long as she likes, and frequently does, just an iota away from filling her mouth. And so it was no laughing matter when she adapted the same techniques to the goal of tasting come. It was much the same excellent application of suction and tongue, the timed tensing and relaxing of jaws and throat, the bobbing of head. But, stroke for stroke, bob for bob, what she normally does to me for ten minutes, she compressed down into about three.

On the other hand, having vividly remembered this exemplar of blowjobs in order to explain why I wouldn't be jerking off, I think I've pretty much ensured that I'm going to have to jerk off. And maybe Estrella won't be exhausted when she gets home.

Also, via Digg, a lovely piece about feminist porn and porn and feminism. This is what I want! I want porn with people of all descriptions enjoying the sex. I like youporn for this reason, truth be told. They don't really have a lot of diversity in terms of what people are doing, but they have great diversity of people doing it.

Mmmm... youporn.

The Best Part

Estrella, somehow, managed to leave out the best part of last night.

After we'd decided to head home, we stood on the street for a few minutes saying goodbye. We discussed when we might meet again, and renewed our expressions of interest. Then, we kissed goodnight.

I haven't kissed a guy in years. The kiss started out as a peck on the cheek, European style. It pretty rapidly changed as we sought each other's lips. Very soft lips--far softer than I'd imagined. Konrad was yummy. He claimed to have gotten an erection. If it'd gone on much longer, I no doubt would have joined him.

And while she'll have to tell you about it at some point, Estrella kissed Susan.

Last night, at the bar

Oscar and I went to a bar in the city last night to meet up with Susan and Konrad, a couple who responded to our ad on Craigslist. They wanted to meet us before anything would happen, and stipulated that they do not take people home with them on the first night. Oscar and I waited with a bit of nervousness, tempered by the fact that it is no longer our first time meeting up with someone who we want to fuck. It's a bit like dating again, something neither of us have participated in for several years.

The bar was packed but we found some rather cramped seats near the entrance and ordered some drinks. We finally obtained two seats at the bar, and soon after, Konrad and Susan made their entrance. Both of them are several years older than us, and live in a neighborhood adjacent to ours. Susan is a tall redhead with a beautiful body, and as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, I could smell some kind of intoxicating perfume on her pale skin. She was wearing a black knitted tunic-style garment that was alluringly transparent over her stomach. Konrad was stylish but casual, and had long dreadlocks. They were both looked at ease and immediately began greeting the many patrons of the bar they knew. We had one round of drinks, but I felt awkward with them standing up and us sitting down. We moved to another part of the bar that was quieter and a lot less crowded.

Our conversation seemed a bit strained at first, with long pauses. It was also made difficult as Konrad got up several times to greet more patrons. When he was at the table, he tended to dominate the conversation, but not in an overly vexing manner. It was slightly easier to talk to Susan when he was roaming about. I immediately felt an attraction to Susan, not just in a friendly sense, but sexually. I was very surprised by this reaction. I have dated a woman in my teenage years, and kissed/groped many, but I have never felt that I am truly bisexual. I know I have a strong attraction to males in general, and also F2M transexuals (or, trannie bois as I refer to them). I think my feelings towards Susan were amplified by her slightly masculine nature. She is most certainly an extremely feminine person, but certain aspects of her personality had a definite tinge of male-ness.

My attraction to Konrad was not quite as immediate, but he soon showed himself to be quite an endearing person. He is very outgoing and blunt, qualities that I appreciate. As the alcohol flowed, all four of us became rather more physically close to each other. At one point I went to the restroom, and it happened that Konrad was on the way as well. He pulled me aside and asked how we felt, as he expressed that both he and Susan were very interested in us. I am still slightly confused by what etiquette one employs while still in the "feeling each other out" stage, so I just said that we felt the same way, and that was that. However, once I had actually entered the bathroom, I had a quick fantasy of Konrad waiting for me to exit and kissing me passionately. It did not occur, of course, but that mental flash set the tone for the rest of the evening.

At last call, I found myself alone at the bar for a few minutes with Konrad. We discussed our sexual proclivities, including preferences and limits. Neither of us seem to have any limits. He reiterated his and Susan's interest in us, and I did the same. They promised to be in contact with us soon, and hoped to see us for some more intimate fun, perhaps at one of our places. I am eagerly anticipating that next meeting.

A Date Tomorrow

Estrella and I have a date tomorrow evening with a couple not named Konrad and Susan. We found them on craigslist. They're absolutely gorgeous.

I've probably jinxed us. But, dayum.

Masturbation Night

Every Tuesday and Thursday is my masturbation night. Estrella works late these nights, and comes home so exhausted that sex is generally out of the question. While I guess that I could feel disappointed to be deprived of nookie twice a week, I actually feel thankful for it.

I would say that under normal circumstances, I get at best two orgasms per day. Abnormal circumstances include freak hormone surges, group play, and when the scene we're playing requires more semen than two orgasms might produce. But, usually, two is the max. And most of the time, one is about all I can handle.

If I jerk off when Estrella is available, I feel like I'm denying her sex. I feel like she wants sex as much as I do and enjoys it as much (if not more). Since I have a limited number of orgasms to offer on any given day, it feels selfish to spend what has a pretty good chance of being my sole orgasm pleasuring myself. However, Estrella's occasional work-induced abstinence saves me from the feelings of guilt I have at depriving her of my precious bodily fluids.

Tonight the plan is to go home and get naked immediately. I'll probably have a smoke as I fire up the web browser and hit Literotica. I usually prefer stories to visual stimulation. As Holly pointed out in the post I linked below, there's plenty to hate about porn.

But, I really prefer erotica to porn because I'm such a verbal, linguistic person. Certainly, reproduced captured photons of a nice, smooth cock sliding into a wet, dripping cunt does evoke arousal. But, the words I just used to describe it get me way more excited than the picture itself ever would.

I remember, as a pubescent boy, masturbating to unillustrated sex ed handouts and encyclopedia entries.

Things to hate about porn

Holly over at Pervocracy has a list of things to hate in porn. She's spot on with it.

The rampant racism in mainstream American porn has irritated me frequently. It especially drives me nuts when they say "interracial" but mean "black dude and white chick". And aside from "interracial", your only other choice for ethnic diversity in porn is white dudes with Asian chicks. Occasionally, I'll see other ethnicities represented in soft-core, and sometimes there are big stars who aren't white, but most of the time it's just chemically tanned crackers with plastic knockers.

We Got Linked!

So, apparently Penelope over at Married Exploits has linked to us. I'm pretty stoked about that. I've been reading Married Exploits for a couple months now. Odysseus and Penelope's accounts are what actually inspired me to start this blog.

I also realized that I should probably be participating more in this "blogging community" I hear so much about. I'm more interested in recounting our first-hand experiences, but I do routinely come across blog posts that I really like. I think that I'll make an effort to post links to those here. So, you can expect to see more frequent, but shorter, posts.

You'll of course still be getting first-hand longform posts about our sex.

Drama Club

We went back to the swinger's club on Friday, with intentions of actually talking to people. We arrived around ten, and took seats on the periphery to spy out those in whom we were interested.

There was a couple, perhaps both 30, sitting at the end of the bar. The woman caught my eye because she sported the same haircut and -color as one of my long-standing crushes. The dude was pretty decent looking, too. However, after longer study, I concluded that the young woman didn't look enough like my crush to make up for how uncomfortable her body language indicated she felt.

Estrella and I wandered off into the lounge, and had a rather unpleasant discussion. I had observed that other couples had reacted negatively to my cruising--gazes were immediately averted, arms and legs closed, couples turned toward each other. I noticed this reaction from all of the couples toward nearly all of the unescorted males. Estrella needed to take the lead. She needed to look sincerely interested in other people.

However, I couldn't figure out a way to express that to her without putting more pressure on her (she already felt enough) or making it sound like her problem. I really couldn't. This was a big turn off for me, totally ruining my mood. Not at all disappointment in Estrella, but rather my inability to communicate effectively. I mostly just wanted out, and suggested we go home.

Estrella apparently took this as a threat, and declared that she was going to go get a drink and then chat somebody up. I didn't expect this result, but wasn't going to argue with it. I followed her back to the main bar with more than a little trepidation. Fear of the unknown, I guess, as I can't figure out what else it might be.

After retrieving drinks, we stood at the bar for a few minutes. Estrella pointed out a young couple. A tall, curvy brunette with a soft, Midwestern face. Very much the aesthetic of my home tribe; cute, but not a knockout. The fellow was shorter, thin, and wide-eyed.

Estrella walked up and introduced us. Their names were not Betty and Nolan. We chatted a little bit about our previous experiences at the club. It turned out to be their second night as well, although they'd previously attended on a Saturday. After a few minutes of trivialities, they told us they'd be heading for the hot tub.

We waited a while, finished our drinks, and then headed after them. They were already in the tub with, of all people, the original couple. At this point, the young woman (who wasn't named Maggy) looked significantly more comfortable. Maggy seemed shy about talking, but seemed to have little in the way of a nudity taboo. Her man, whose name wasn't Mac, grated on me immediately.

He seemed downright pushy in his attempts to sexualize the situation. He apparently wasn't comfortable with simple conversion, and so insisted that we play "the name game"--after failing to get anybody to even acknowledge that he'd suggested "musical tits". He spoke for Maggy frequently; something I can't stand.

Estrella and I talked tattoos with Betty and Nolan. And it turned out that Nolan does the same sort of work that I do. We talked shop a little bit. I rather liked them.

Eventually, Mac and Maggy had a short whispered conversation and then Mac asked Estrella if Maggy couldn't suck her tits. Estrella agreed, and Maggy went to Estrella's right nipple. She worked away at that for a while before I joined in. The whole time, Mac is calling Maggy a slut. Not particularly imaginative with his dirty talking, but whatever.

At about this point, Betty and Nolan announced that they were leaving and took off. Estrella and I were disappointed, but the couple we seemed to have weren't too bad.

After the nipple sucking had continued for a while, I asked Maggy if I could touch her. She seemed downright confused for a second, and then nodded her head. I ran my hands over her. Mac moved to Estrella, and they began making out. Maggy moved into my lap. I sucked at her nipples, bit her neck, ran my hand over her pussy and dipped a fingertip inside.

I heard Estrella say something about "I'd prefer to use a condom" and then a couple seconds later she suggested to Mac that we find a room to play in. I waited a few seconds and suggested to the group that we do so. We then got out of the tub, showered off the oppressive chlorine, and went back to our locker to fetch the condoms.

That's when the low-volume argument commenced between Mac and Maggy. Estrella had wandered off to find a room, and so didn't hear the beginnings of it. I have no idea the actual content of the argument, only that Mac shut it down at least once while we wandered looking for a room. It started up again after only a few minutes, with Maggy's voice stress rising significantly.

So, while they were distracted, Estrella and I teleported to the bar, retrieved our booze, and made off. We came home, and Estrella gave me the best blowjob she's ever performed.

I feel as if I took advantage of Maggy to some extent, as I don't know that her consent to be touched was uncoerced. I certainly don't feel culpable in her coercion, only that I should have recognized it and disengaged earlier.

Clarification

Estrella mentioned that she liked showing off her nipples and ass last night. But, she didn't explain in what way she did that. I'll remedy this.

I believe her skirt migrated up around her waist while we were sitting and watching people dance. She was rubbing my cock, and I had my finger on her clit. Since it's generally a little hard to put one's hand on the action with a dress in the way, I pulled it up around her waist. Estrella was wearing one of her best pairs of panties, with lace on the front, and strings on the sides. When we stood up, she went to cover up those beautiful panties. I stopped her, and for the rest of the evening I got to show off my wife's gorgeous, gorgeous ass.

As for her nipples, I was a little surprised. The dress she wore has a built-in bra, constructed of mesh neckstraps on top of foam cups. The mesh, obviously, is see-through; the foam cups are not. Estrella's nipples came into play as I turned around and discovered her folding the foam cups down under her tits. This, in turn, drove them up even higher. It took me a few seconds, though, to realize that I could now clearly see her nipples through the lace.

I do have to say that it was deeply gratifying to see Estrella showing herself off. She has plenty to be proud of, and I'm frequently a bit disappointed at how little she sluts it up. I actually think that was the hottest part of the evening: Estrella showing dozens of perfect strangers her perfect ass.

Sex clubs

So, Oscar and I went to a sex club last night, as he detailed in the post below. I really enjoyed it. I guess I didn't know what to expect, but I was thrilled to see that the crowd was extremely well mixed in age, race, looks, etc. It was also an older crowd, which allayed my other fear that it would resemble the parties I used to frequent in college.

There were several couples there that caught our eye, but I guess I was hoping they would make a move so we wouldn't have to. The main problem I have is that the entire culture is so foreign to me. Even when I was single, trying to pick up a sexual partner was a daunting task for me. This is now multiplied by the presence of Oscar, who I would like to please with our selection.

I am excited to go back soon because I truly felt liberated while there. I've never been very comfortable in any form of nudity (even swim suits sometimes cross the line of my comfort zone) but at this place, I was not just willing, but feeling the need to be a little less dressed. I have so many outfits I'd love to wear.... and so many more in my head that I think would be fun. It felt good to show off my pierced nipples and to flaunt my ass to perfect strangers. I think Oscar enjoyed my newfound freedom as well.

The Club

Estrella and I went to a "lifestyle club" last night. She was nervous that we'd be deemed insufficiently attractive and denied entry at the door. Of course, that didn't happen. She was all glammed up in a scandalously short little black dress; I wore a decidedly colorful and, in my opinion, dapper outfit.

We both loved the club. We didn't wind up hooking up with anybody else, but it was a fantastic night nonetheless. I found the place to be my platonic ideal of a nightclub: all full of sexy, dancing, sleaze, and depravity.

We did a fair bit of the mundane. Bought a membership. Danced a bit (it was definitely the raunchiest dancing I've ever seen from Estrella). Poked our noses in all of the various nooks and crannies. Drank.

We watched at least half a dozen shag at various points. They have public, semi-private, and private play spaces. I was a little surprised at how openly people stood around and peered into the windows of the semi-private booths.

As the night was getting old, and we were mighty horny, we took over a corner of the public play space. We sixty-nined for a while, and then I fucked Estrella from behind while watching some other dude do the same thing to another chick. Very sexy.

Estrella says she's excited to go back again. I'm certainly still interested, as well. That said, I think we might try to line up dates ahead of time. Either that, or we need to get far more direct and aggressive in our cruising once we get there.

Married

Estrella and I are now wed. We haven't adulterated the marriage yet, but I imagine that will happen in the not-so-distant future.

I want to try one of the swinger's clubs. We had planned to go to one during our honeymoon, but our schedule didn't line up with the only night that they had an orientation session. I don't think that there's a pansexual one in our area, so it's unlikely that I'll get any cock. But, I'm thinking that the number of people involved and around will more than make up for having to suppress my bisexual tendencies for a night.

A lovely lay

Estrella and I had some great sex last night, even if we were alone. Plenty of fondling, handjobs, finger fucking, and shagging. Now, normally our sex is straight up fantastic and so I wouldn't consider a vanilla fuck to be blog worthy. However, last night, we perfected one of Estrella's favorite positions.

She really likes to lie on her side and lift one leg in the air while I kneel with a knee on each side of her resting leg. This position allows deep penetration but doesn't require me to support my weight weirdly. Last night, we achieved the deepest penetration that I think we've ever had. I was deeper in Estrella than I've ever been in anyone.

How deep?

Deep enough that my balls were squished painfully between us. Deep enough that our pubis bones ground together hard enough to hurt. Deep enough for Estrella's trimmed bush to give me a still-painful friction burn. Deep enough that I wondered, at the time, whether I'd sunk in up to the waist.

She had every physically available micron of my cock in her.

Finished The Ethical Slut;

I finished The Ethical Slut today.

I had hoped that the authors might, at some point, move away from endless discussion of the myriad forms of conflict and conflict resolution. They did not. I had hoped for in-depth analyses of different forms of polyamory, perhaps with anecdotes and history. I would have liked more discussion of the norms and etiquettes in various scenes. I really thought that I would get a discussion of how this all might tie into spirituality or parapsychology.

I didn't get what I wanted. The second two thirds of the book also devote themselves to negotiations and conflict resolution. With many of the same techniques presented over and over, simply reworded. While I appreciate an entire chapter on jealousy, filling it again and again with eight thousand words' worth of "schedule, negotiate, own your emotions" hardly seems to justify the effort.

That said, I do understand what they're trying to do. They bring to light a possible emotional pitfall, one you may or may not have thought of, and then repeat their mantra. It does inspire some confidence.

I really think I could have stopped reading at about the point I last posted.

One third of Ethical Slut

I've gotten about a third of the way through The Ethical Slut. I'm finding it informative, if a bit elementary at times. For instance, it's good to know that their audience has much to learn from the bisexuals. Should I consider myself an advanced sexual oracle simply because I like a little cock now and again? You bet I should.

I really like the free-love tone of the whole thing. In fact, they claim that they'd have called the book "Free Love", if they'd thought it'd've sold as well. The vocabulary includes a great number of emotive and relational concepts. I suppose that this extends from their personal trip, which seems very much tied not only to getting your rocks off but also maintaining multiple stable, loving relationships.

It feels empowering. While it usually doesn't take me long to own my sexuality in a comfortable atmosphere, it always feels nice to have someone goading you on. They also discuss the sorts of enlightenment one might achieve from sluttiness. I can see how the book might provide guidance on how one could dovetail sexual adventurism into the sort of auto-reprogramming "taught" by RAW. However, if you aren't comfortable with introspection and that sort of conscious and willful manipulation of the mind, it really just comes off as pure flower power.

I don't know exactly to what extent my desires overlap with theirs. While I've certainly maintained for a while that I didn't view love as a finite resource, I do find that energy and attention seem limited. I don't know that I could do justice to two mates, let alone the complex tribes of mates that the authors seem to maintain. Mohamed, peace be upon him, capped the quota at four; he was much stronger than I. I can't even maintain more than twenty or so close friends. They do address that in the book by suggesting you buy a planner and schedule everything, including loving-bonding-time and sex.

I've never been able to keep a planner.

Incorrect Accounting

I, in fact, came twice last night.

Estrella apparently does not remember the load I spent in her twat about halfway through the evening.

All around, a good encounter. It seems that I do remember how to suck cock.

I also picked up a copy of The Ethical Slut. It's recently out of print or something, as nobody can get it (including Amazon), but I'd seen it around in the past few weeks. But, each place I tried had sold out. I've tried every book store I've come across. Finally, at the other mall, in the other town, we found a copy at a Borders.

I'll have this devoured in a couple days, probably.

Second night with Roger

Estrella here:

So, it was our second night with Roger. He came over at about eight, and the talking commenced. I was slightly surprised with the ease that we all sat around and talked, as if we were old friends. Sex does that to you I guess.

After catching up on each other's lives for the past week, Oscar again made the first move of getting naked. I'm glad he has this piece of hedonism in him, because it makes the beginning of our night far easier.

We had Roger for four hours tonight, which doubles our previous encounter. However, there were some marked differences tonight compared with our last night with him. There was far less anal sex, and way more abuse of my pussy. We started out with Oscar giving Roger some extensive oral sex while Roger was kissing me. I was wearing a red with white polka-dots halter top and the red heels I wore to my senior prom. As I am the sub in our relationship, Oscar set forth the rule that I must keep the dress on until he deems it appropriate to take it off. I was thrilled to have a rule set in place by Oscar that Roger knew nothing about (ahead of time).
Roger wanted to take off my dress, but I informed him of the rule and he obliged.

We tried something new tonight that absolutely blew my mind. While I was riding Oscar, Roger came over and put on a condom. I thought he was going to penetrate my ass, like last time, but instead, he said he wanted to try double penetrating my already sopping pussy. He slid in on top of Oscar's cock, and the sensation was incredible. Having two cocks inside my tight cunt was amazing. Roger began fucking me, but I decided to take the reins and began bucking my hips. The sensation of Oscar's cock sliding up against Rogers was incredible. I came by crushing my clit into Oscar's hips, grinding away at his cock. Roger then pushed his cock into my ass and began pounding away. I liked his ass-fucking style, because he keeps the rather large head of his cock buried deep inside my ass, which then, in turn, slides against Oscar's dick.

Tonight, I got Roger off twice and Oscar only once, but Oscar's cumming was my favorite. After we had exhausted Roger on my pussy, Oscar fucked me from behind in one of my favorite positions: my legs completely together and Oscar mounting me like an animal. After pushing me deep into the couch, Oscar came with Roger looking on. Roger mentioned that we should tape our carnal sessions, saying "this is better than porn." While his suggestion is flattering, I'd rather not run the risk of having that kind of evidence of our kinky sex life on the internet (where it would inevitably end up). Alas, this does not satisfy the exhibitionist in Oscar, but it is one of the only times I say "no" in our sex life. Oscar understands, and while I would love to give Roger a tape of our affairs to beat off to, I'd rather not risk circulation on the web.

The only issue that arose tonight was Roger's inability to hold a full erection while putting on a condom. This only seems to be a problem after he has cum. It is another reason I am glad to have Oscar in my life, because he has a very fast recovery period. Although Oscar can sometimes be quick to cum (a trait I find extremely attractive, as I am the quickie type of girl), his recovery period is extremely quick, and he is able to fuck soon after cumming. I haven't ever had a problem keeping Oscar hard. Roger is a little bit more difficult to fluff for, but we had him hard for nearly four hours tonight.

I have to mention that I was almost ready to pull off the condom and fuck Roger bareback. However, I'm at a point in my life where stupid risks are not worth taking, and the frustration of a condom cannot come in the way of safe sex. My immediate satisfaction does not merit the risk of contracting a disease, so I'm glad that I had Oscar there to keep me thinking with my head and not my pussy. Besides, Oscar's dick was hard and ready to go, and fingers and tongues can sometimes work as well as a cock.

It was a fun night. I'm glad I had the opportunity to fuck Roger again, because it was fun to explore a new cock. However, tonight gave me even more appreciation (on top of the love that I already have) for the relationship, and the sex, that Oscar and I have on a regular basis.
Oscar is asleep now, but I'm sure he'll be happy that I posted to our blog of explicit details....

Doing it again

Last night, I asked Estrella what she thought about having Roger again this weekend. Without hesitation, she said it sounded good to her. She keeps surprising me with her enthusiasm.

Estrella better watch it, or she's going to convince me that she's sincerely into swinging.

Those promised thoughts and reflections

I've given considerable thought to the emotional and psychological results of our mini-orgy. Objectively, the evening went perfectly--everybody got exactly what they wanted. Subjectively, I cannot call it perfect, but overwhelmingly positive.

During the scene itself, I was surprised to feel no jealousy or distress. In fact, those acts that most worried me beforehand (Estrella kissing and/or having regular ol' vag-pen sex with another man) seemed to turn me on the most. I suspect causality there, but I'm not sure in which direction. I was nervous beforehand, but a couple drinks calmed me right down, and the nerves seemed directly related to it being our first time.

I think the only thing that bothered me at all was Roger slapping Estrella's ass. While I certainly do the same thing myself, she consented beforehand, and seemed to love every minute of it, my immediate reaction was still one of anger toward Roger. Split second, lasting only as long as the echo of the smack. It was more of a desire to protect Estrella than anything.

We talked about kissing Roger before we met up with him. I said that I had little desire to kiss anyone but Estrella. She expressed a similar sentiment. However, when I returned from the bathroom at the bar, she asked me if it would be alright. I consented, and was relatively glad I did. My underlying philosophy is that if she's okay with it, so am I.

While this was my first time with multiple partners, I had given it some considerable thought beforehand. Furthermore, I've observed a number of couples in their swinging. It seems to me that arbitrary lists of outlawed sexual acts, rules merely for the sake of having "something that is just ours", will inevitably be violated. The result of this infraction tends to be a great feeling of injury on the part of the, uh, violated party. Since it seems to me that love has rather more to do with a lifetime partnership than it has to do with sharing a rimjob, I say toss the rules.

So far, the only rules we've come up with are: 1) condoms for everything but oral, 2) only while we're both there (or in the adjoining bathroom or whatever). We have a hand gesture for discrete negative responses to questions. I want to develop a bit more of a code for covert negotiation of another person's acceptability, but that's hardly a rule.

Only the requirement that we both be present restricts our activities. However, at this stage of the game, I certainly think it protects us from potential ruin. I have no interest in breaking this rule at the present time. And, I think I'd probably forgive Estrella, so long as she posted all the details here. So, I'm not concerned about potential fallout from breakage of arbitrary rules.

I've had three days at this point to think about Saturday. Nothing is cropping up. I don't feel dirty or revolted; not the slightest little bit of a puritanical, conditioned response. I find the entire memory pleasant, and have quite enjoyed thinking, talking to Estrella, and writing about it.

We've had sex several times since our encounter with Roger. It's all been quite good, as always. We've always had a kinky, rewarding sex life, so I didn't really expect that to change. But, there was some slight worry that sex without other folks might fall flat. It doesn't. Estrella is just as sexy and gorgeous lying back by herself as she is sucking some stranger's cock.

This blog is sort of a compromise between my exhibitionism, and Estrella's desire for the opposite. If I had my druthers, I guess I'd be posting lots of pictures and video. But, that won't happen. Instead, just a couple noms-de-plumes and some really raunchy prose.

First Time

Allow me to introduce us. I'm Oscar (obviously not my real name). I'm male; bisexual; mid twenties; a recent graduate in an engineering field. The buxom young woman to my right is Estrella (also not her real name). She's two years younger than me, straight, and hasn't quite graduated from school. We've been together for several years. We're to be married in a couple of weeks.

For the time being, I'd like to get this history down in print before I forget the details. I'll post my reflections and thoughts soon. Estrella says that she's interested in writing here as well, so you may well get her version of things as well.

We'd talked about swinging for a long time, mostly in the abstract. I've never found monogamy to have any inherent value, although I've towed the line of expectations and remained faithful to every lover I've had. Estrella seemed to understand my argument that a lifetime was a very long time to spend having sex with just one person. She also expressed a great deal of interest in seeing me get fucked. Like I suspect many girls do, she wanted to be doubly penetrated. She seems to have other fantasies that involve multiple partners, as well. But, I'll not put more words in her mouth, and let her discuss her fantasies herself.

On Friday, at work, I sent Estrella a text message asking if we could look for a man (or a couple) on craigslist to come over and play that weekend. To my surprise, she was downright enthusiastic about the prospect. After we got home, we trawled craigslist for a little while, responding to a few folks. We then decided to post our own.

Almost immediately, we started to receive a flood of messages. I've posted on casual encounters before, but it surprised me how much more of a response you get when you're offering sex with a woman. The response was even more immediate and heavy than if I'd posted in m4m. I found the thought of other men wanting my fiancee, in and of itself, very arousing.

Friday night didn't pan out, although we did have some really good sex while discussing what we wanted out of a frimp scene. On Saturday morning, however, we received an email from a very cute young man not named Roger. Roger had a cute face, a nice body, and a beautiful cock just the right size for my anus--that is, not monstrous. We exchanged photos, phone numbers, and a rough intention to meet, then went about our days' business.

At around 6pm, I called Roger on the phone. This was probably the most psychologically difficult part of the process. Neither Estrella nor I especially like talking to strangers on the phone. I'm sure I sounded nervous. Despite the nerve, however, I managed to make arrangements to meet at a gay bar for a couple of drinks at eight. The plan was to arrange for a hotel to retire to after the drinks.

Half an hour on the phone convinced us that there were no hotel rooms to be had downtown for any reasonable price. We decided to meet Roger and, if we decided he wasn't too creepy, just bring him back to our place.

We spent the rest of our time primping and preparing. I took a shower and shaved my face and balls. Estrella dressed, allowing me to make her decisions. I found it surprisingly exciting to help her look her slutty best for somebody else.

We beat Roger to the bar by about ten minutes. This was plenty of time for a drink and a bit of last minute encouragement. By the time Roger was there, I was starting to loosen up.

Roger arrived, and turned out to be even cuter than in his photos. He also turned out to be relatively articulate and educated. He seemed decidedly non-creepy. So, we took him home.

After getting him home, we sat around and talked for a few minutes. We discussed boundaries (there were no hard boundaries), and condoms (there were plenty of those, and we used them for all non-oral contact). Then, anxious to proceed, I informed Roger that I had no nudity taboos, and peeled. Estrella and Roger immediately followed suit. After getting naked, I smoked while Estrella fulfilled Roger's request to wear a pair of heels. She doesn't wear them often, but Estrella looks absolutely gorgeous in heels--her calves and ass round out just perfectly when she's stretched up on her toes a bit.

While Estrella finished shoeing herself, I made my introductions to Roger's cock. It's a wonderful instrument: six inches long or so, as thick as two thumbs, and with a giant mushroom tip easily twice the diameter of the shaft. I stroked it lightly while Roger touched mine and commented that he'd never had an uncut cock before.

I led Roger to the couch, pushed him down on it, and sat beside him. I'd just started sucking his cock when Estrella joined us. Roger's cock was delicious; the first I'd had in over two years. One thing that made him so fun to suck was that he seemed to constantly bubble with precum. Every bob of my head rewarded me with a new droplet.

Estrella and I took turns sucking Roger's cock for a few minutes before she made a move for mine. I slid up on the couch so that she could blow Roger and me at the same time. She rather seemed to like licking two dicks at once. This didn't last long before Roger announced he wanted to fuck us, and it was time to get our holes opened up.

I wanted my ass plugged first, so enthusiastically hopped off the couch to start stretching out with a buttplug. As I wandered off to the bathroom to finish that up, I head Estrella say, "So, while he's gone, do you want to have sex with me?" I just about came right there. My fiancee offering herself to some other dude, on my couch, while I was in the bathroom.

I came back to find Roger buried balls deep in Estrella's cunt. I sat down and had a smoke while I watched them fuck. I'd never seen Estrella from this angle. I've never seen her more desirable, sexy, alluring, beautiful, or attractive than while she had her neck arched, her blond hair spread around her head, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. Since I wasn't directly involved, I had the opportunity to really savor the sounds she makes when she's fucking: tiny high-pitched grunts, and little squeaks.

After a few minutes of that, I decided I needed some dick. I expressed that desire to the company, and Roger pulled out of Estrella while I got into position. I hadn't been fucked with a real dick in a long time, and so I went for a nice and easy position. I got on my knees and elbows, with my ass wagging in the air. Roger didn't waste much time before he pressed his cock into me.

He fucked me gently for a little while until I began meeting his thrusts with my own. At that point, he picked up the pace. He fucked me for a few minutes before I decided my ass needed a break. He pulled out and we sat around chatting for a few minutes.

After my butt had relaxed, I told Roger that I'd like some more. I don't remember who it was, but somebody suggested that I fuck Estrella while Roger had me. Since this is my Number One Fantasy, I immediately agreed.

I put Estrella on her back, and then climbed between her legs. After I was in her puss, Roger got in position and slid into me. Immediately it felt awesome, having the smooth, wet grip of Estrella's cunt around my cock, and a big, warm dick plugging away at my prostrate. The rhythm was difficult to get right, and I think will require rather more practice. This time around, Roger set the rhythm, essentially fucking Estrella through me. I would have preferred a rhythm that had my cock sliding out of Estrella at the same time Roger slid out of me. But, the sensation was too excellent to interrupt with discussion. After only a few minutes of that treatment, I came inside Estrella.

Roger and I got cleaned up, and Estrella mopped a big glob of cum out of her snatch. We talked and smoked for a few minutes before we decided that it was about time to double fuck Estrella. I continued smoking while Roger and Estrella went back to the couch.

They started with Estrella blowing Roger. But, that only lasted a couple of minutes before Roger swung her ass around and went down on her. I only realized it the day after, but he ate my cum out of her. They sixty-nined for a few more minutes before Roger decided he'd like to fuck her. He initially went for her pussy, but found that wet and open already. He changed his mind and, after checking with me for consent, slid into her ass. He fucked her ass for a while before I decided it was time for me to get involved.

Since they were already fucking doggy style, I simply slid under Estrella to get my cock in. I managed to accomplish this without Roger and Estrella disengaging. As I pressed into her, she gasped. I was surprised to find that I could actually feel Roger's cock through Estrella's partition; it wasn't just a porn-story conceit. Almost immediately after I'd gotten inside, Roger resumed his fucking.

I have absolutely no idea how long we fucked Estrella. I saw and felt her cum at least three times; she claims five. But, eventually, she got tired and asked us to stop.

We took another break, after which Estrella and I decided it was time to take care of Roger. Estrella demanded that I choose who and how Roger fucked. I told him to take her pussy.

He put her on her side, and entered her from behind. Meanwhile, I stuffed my dick in her mouth. I eventually decided that I was more entertained by paying attention to her fucking than to getting head, so I pulled out of her mouth and devoted my attention to absorbing the scene and running my hands along her body.

After a while, Roger pulled out of Estrella's cunt, whipped off the condom, and jerked off. He sprayed cum all over Estrella, and I rubbed it in to her tits. I didn't expect to have such a strong, positive reaction to somebody cumming on her. But, that was nearly as hot as any of it.

We let Roger get cleaned up, and then asked him to leave. I wanted him to stay and play a little while longer, but Estrella was completely fucked out and just wanted to collapse. After he left, we talked about what had happened and attempted to process it. When she told me what it was like during the DP, I found myself masturbating furiously. I came all over myself just as she was telling me how thin and delicate the partition was between her ass and cunt.

Next post will be my analysis and reflections on this incident. They're mostly formed already, but I want them textually separated from the history of the event itself.