7 Days of Swinging…

I had a very adventurous week last week.  More playtime than I’ve had in a while and all different types.  My husband is generally the one who helps balance me and make sure that we keep this swinging thing in perspective.  I tend to live in extremes - all or nothing.  My husband, on the other hand, is very balanced and understands how to keep the many facets of his life in check.  Sometimes this manifests itself as me feeling like he is stopping me from having fun or putting restrictions on me.  In reality, I think he saves me from myself.  Without him, who knows where I would go, where I would be.  In any case, he has been very open lately and allowing me to have a little more freedom and frequency.  So, it’s been an interesting week.

Last Saturday night, we answered a booty call on Lifestyle Lounge from a single guy whose profile we’ve noticed for a while.  His profile is one that doesn’t rely on a lot of photos or text.  His booty calls are usually one word.  This is a guy who my husband has been wanting to watch me fuck.  He thinks that the guy will know how to push my buttons and show me a really good time.  And my husband likes to watch me have fun.  So, because it sometimes can take a little time to organize the details, I emailed MrOneWordBooty around 10am to see if he was interested.   He said he was, so we made plans for meeting at his place around 9:oopm.  He gave me the address and I was excited to see what would happen.  His profile isn’t one that does a lot for me; meaning I don’t feel instant lust when I view his profile and he’s not one of those must-meet men for me.   My husband and I got on the road a little after 8pm and texted my new potential boy toy.  He gave me no response.  I tried giving him a call.  No answer.  I left a voicemail and sent another text, letting him know we were on our way. He never returned my call or answered my text. We drove to his place, assuming he would be in contact while we were in transit, but we never heard from him. We were stood up! From what I’ve heard, this is a pretty common occurrence in the lifestyle, but it was a first for us. After a while, we decided to go home and just as I was crawling into bed, MrOneWordBooty texted me that he had a family emergency and was hoping we could try again. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though I think he probably could have at least texted me to to cancel. I’ve been waiting to hear from him again either via email, text, or phone call, but so far nothing. And at this point, I’m not interested, whether I hear from him or not.

Sunday night I met up with a guy from Craigslist who answered an ad I placed looking for a boyfriend.   You can see my posts from June 29 and 30th about how that went.

On Wednesday night, my husband and I went to meet our new friend from this post again. I am always a little nervous when I meet a guy for the second time. I’m never sure if he will be as sexy or as fun as I remember. Once I walked in, he was as handsome as I remembered. He is a very clean kind of guy, but not at all in a metrosexual way. His skin is very smooth on his face and entire body. His face is youthful, yet experienced, and he has a strong jawline. His arms are big and strong. And what I especially noticed on Wednesday night was how great he smelled. I don’t know if it was deodorant, soap, or cologne, but I just wanted to inhale him for an extended period of time. Kissing him was so incredibly lustful and that smell just permeated down through my sinuses into my chest and down to my groin where excited my pussy, causing it to twitch and lubricate itself. We talked a little bit about the guy who stood us up on Saturday, and MrFuntoWatch expressed his disbelief that someone would stand me up. We made it to the bedroom much sooner this time than last time. Learning from experience, MrFuntoWatch had an extra layer of protection on his bed to accommodate my gushing orgasmic tendencies. Like last time, he alternated between fucking me and eating me out. We had texted during the week about how he wanted to cum on my tits, so after fucking for quite a while both with me on my back and with him on his, I asked him if he was going to cum on my tits.

That’s when he said the words that just epitomize what I expect from men in the bedroom. He told me that he wasn’t going to do that until he had made sure that my every desire to be sucked and fucked had been fully satisfied. His cock was growing hard in my hand and his invitation to fuck me again couldn’t be declined, so I rode his cock some more. At one point, I was fucking him so hard that his head was pounding the headboard! Intense! Never have I been the one to fuck someone that hard. It was hot. He asked me if I liked his dick in me, and of course, the answer was yes. Finally, I was ready to let him shoot his load on my tits, so I moved to kneel on the floor and he took off his condom and exploded his load all over my tits and nipples. So much fucking fun! And my sexy hubby sat in his chair next to the door watching. The only thing that could have improved the experience is if he would have stroked himself while watching me. Maybe next time!!

So that was Wednesday and you might think I was satisfied and ready for a night off. But the next day at work, Mr TallBaldnHandsome texted me asking me to come over and see him that night. I asked my hubby’s permission and promised that if he gave me the okay to go, I would be “on break” through July 5. I wanted to spend my three day holiday weekend with the family, cleaning house, and just truly relaxing. My hubby gave me the go ahead, so I went to see one of my favorite playmates, who also drives me the most crazy - in both a good way and a bad way. Come back later today or tomorrow and read about my night with MrTallBaldnHandsome.

Why I Need to Not Answer This Guy’s Messages

I have so many stories and ideas for posts that I feel like I could blog for about 3 months non-stop.  This is a good thing because it (supposedly) means that I won’t run out of things to blog about.   Currently I have three drafts started:

1. I have a post started on probably one of the most common questions people have regarding “the lifestyle.”  That would be the question of STIs.
2. We went to a swingers gathering last night, so I have a post about that as well.
3. I am also starting a page which discusses my playmate philosophy.

Those posts will have to remain unfinished right now, because I need to blog/journal about a certain guy and my responses to him.  MrTallBaldnHandsome and I first began corresponding a little less than a year ago.  He and his girlfriend were listed on Lifestyle Lounge’s booty call list on a Friday night looking to meet a couple for some drinks.   We thought they were cute, so we sent them a reply giving our (my) cell phone number.   He texted me, and the two of us texted back and forth several times throughout the afternoon trying to set something up for that night.  There already seemed to be some kind of chemistry there between the two of us.  As it turned out, a meeting for that night wasn’t going to work out for them after all.  No biggie.   Soon after, some things changed with their profile, so we just moved on and didn’t think anything of it.

A few months later, I met his girlfriend at a bar and somehow got to talking about what a hottie her boyfriend (MrTallBaldnHandsome) was.  She seemed pleased and told me that I should definitely email him.  Well no need to, because he emailed me by the next morning.  He and I began a little bit of texting back and forth and it seemed like there was some very nice chemistry happening (again).  Within a day or two, we were texting quite a bit and getting to know each other.  My husband was leaving town for the weekend, so I met the couple for dinner one night and the three of us went to a bar meet.

Long story short, he and I hit it off and enjoyed texting on pretty much a daily basis for a while.  We got together a couple times for some playtime and it was really fun.  We were compatible sexually and enjoyed talking/cuddling together.  There were probably some issues then, but I guess I was able to ignore them or work around them.   Lately though, this guy is driving me bonkers with the way he deals with me.  I don’t know what’s going on with him, his relationship with his girlfriend, or whatever, but I must stop contacting him!

Here is the most recent example, which is pretty typical of the way our text exchanges have been going lately.  On Wednesday night I get a text asking what I’m up to and when I respond (about an hour after the inital text), he asks if I want to get a hotel room with him that night.   It’s not really a very convenient night for me (especially since I had just played with MrBadBoy that morning), but I checked in with my hubby anyway.  After talking it over with my hubby, I told MrTallBaldnHandsome that I would love to see him, engage in some kissing and cuddling (his word, not mine), but probably wouldn’t be in the mood for sex.  There were a couple reasons for this:  #1) I had just had an intensely satisfying playdate that morning, #2) My last playdate with MrTallBaldnHandsome wasn’t that thrilling.  #3) I was wanting to actually TALK to the dude and figure out why our im and text messaging patterns had changed so dramatically as of late.

He (of course) said that would be fine, he always says it doesn’t matter if we have sex.  He is supposedly happy just cuddling (again, his word, not mine.)  He then suggested that we meet at a hotel in a suburb WAY closer to his place than mine.  (We live about an hour apart.)   When I suggested something a bit more halfway, he balked and said it wouldn’t give us enough time.  “Let’s wait until the weekend when I will be home alone and have a bunch of free time.”  Great, I said!  Make some plans for us.  Friday night would be great.

The following night (Thursday), he texts me again asking if I want to come have a drink with him in a suburb that is even further away than the one he lives in!  I was on my way out with my hubby, and gave MrTallBaldnHandsome a taste of his own medicine by asking if he wanted to drive down, pick me up, and take me to my car.  Yeah, it was an obnoxious request, but so was asking me to drive all the fuck the way up to where he was “alone watching the game.”  In any case, we decided against hooking up on Thursday and again, I mentioned that my Friday night was free.  At this point he tells me that he’s not sure about Friday because he might be going out of town.  Fine, no problem.  Just keep me posted, I tell him.

Friday.  I was online Friday afternoon and sent him an IM which got no response (other than him immediately logging out).  By about 5:30 on Friday, I still hadn’t heard from him, so I sent him a quick text asking what’s up for the night.  “Are you going out of town or not?”  NO RESPONSE!  ZERO!  NOTHING.

Saturday. Nothing.

Sunday. Nothing.

What the fuck?  Really?  I mean if you don’t want to go out, fine, just say so.  If you were super horny on Wednesday, but just aren’t anymore, fine, just say so.  Don’t, however, just ignore me and then expect me to be at your beck and call the next time you need to get your rocks off.  I’m not here to be some silly girl needing constant attention, but I also don’t appreciate being ignored when we have potential plans.  If you need or want to cancel, FINE!  I’m not gonna freak out.  It’s when you just completely disregard the fact that we talked about getting together.

The worst part is, this isn’t the first time he’s done this to me!  One other time, I did give him a pretty good piece of my mind, and he got really nice and attentive for a while after that, but here we are again.  It really bothers me that I have somehow given him the impression that I am still interested in fucking someone who leads me on and ignores me.   I’m like super into him.  He’s sweet, sexy, quiet, and has a killer smile.  He smells good and has really nice arms.  But all these things are blinding me to several issues I have with him.  The stuff I’ve already typed, but also stuff like telling me I should act in a certain way when I’m out in public or telling me that he wants me to be more clean shaven (I keep a pretty nice welcome mat).  It’s time to just cut it out.  There are plenty of fish in the sea who don’t live over an hour away, who know how to be at least somewhat polite, who don’t have some sort of expectation that I will be available to come to them whereever the fuck they might be.

I haven’t yet had the guts to do it, but I really think I need to just remove him from my phone and my IM so that I can’t initiate contact.  Then if he contacts me, just let it go unanswered.  Until or unless he asks me what’s wrong or if I am upset or something.  (See how I am?  Already trying to find a way around the communication moratorium.)

Well I suppose we’ll see what happens.  Try to determine if I am strong/smart enough to move on.  It’s crazy, I tell ya!  And to think, I’m a pretty low key gal as far as this stuff seems to go.