Although I find Mrs. B to be attractive and personable, getting time with her, it turns out, is very hard. Her work schedule is odd, plus she has a boyfriend in addition to her husband whom she sees on a fairly regular basis.
So it was with great anticipation that I was able to secure a commitment from her to go out on a date with me. This after Mrs. Sunbuckus had two - TWO - dates with Mr. B.
Now, to get sidetracked a little here, as I told another guy who is fairly new to swinging himself, the men have to work twice as hard to get half as much pussy as women do to get twice the dick. I have come to accept that, and accept that, hey, I have a hot wife that other men want to have sex with. So if I am able to find the random woman who likes me, and I also like her, than I am going to try to make the most of that while I can. I am very lucky to have found that woman, and so early in our swinging experiences.
So, the day came upon me, finally. I again let Mrs. Sunbuckus dress me, and I think I ended up looking like either the prototypical swinger - sans big sunglasses and gel-ed up hair, or a bro. Either way, I think I came out looking ok. At least okay enough for Mrs. B to not recoil in horror. Which is success, I guess.
I proceeded to pick up Mrs. B at her place. She was dressed in a nice blouse and pants, a look I like on her. We proceeded to a unique restaurant that not even Mrs. Sunbuckus and I have been to together. As it turned out, the venue was awesome, but the food was sort of so-so, although Mrs. B enjoyed her steak. And, they let you pick your own steak knife! I have never been to a place where you get to pick your own steak knife! Of course, the main course, for me, was being able to spend some alone time with this gorgeous, fun lady, and getting to know her a bit more.
She told me about some powerful men that she had dated, her time in the Navy, all the places she has lived. In ten years, I believe they have lived in seven locations. I silently surmised that at this rate, Mr. and Mrs. B would be gone from our lives in under a year, which sort of made me sad inside. I got the distinct feeling that Mrs. B does not care that much for her current locale and as soon as certain things are finished, they are headed to other places to live. Of course, I can't fault them too much, they have no family here and came to the area for a specific purpose. And being ex-military, moving around often is normal for them.
After dinner, we walked over to the movie theater, and I showed her some of the places I am familiar with around the city. We watched Men In Black 3, which I found to be a decent movie. Mrs. B chose the next-to-the-back-row row of seats to sit in, and fortunately nobody else sat there. She said that if the movie got to be too boring, she would arrange the seats so she could lay down and spread her legs. I was silently hoping for the movie to be bad, but alas, we were both drawn in to the plot. Throughout the movie I held her hand and occassionally stroked and kissed her exposed arm.
After the movie, we had the walk back to the car. We took a slight detour through a courtyard that was all dressed up in white Christmas lights, a fountain, some waterfalls and little water channels. If I wasn't a swinger and she wasn't my wife, I'd say it was almost romantic.
Once we got back to the car we headed back to her place, where Mr. B had vacated and was spending the night with Mrs. Sunbuckus at our house. I thought sexytime would start, but Mrs. B was apparently still itching to do something, and suggested we play pool. Not wanting to make her mad, and knowing I should let her do something she wants to do, too, I agreed. We headed out to a bar that apparently had shut down permanently, so we instead had to go to her back-up bar.
At the bar, I quickly learned that Mrs. B is a pool master. She beat me soundly in two games, then played the third game with only one hand...and beat me soundly. Although I never claimed to be good at pool, I had fun nonetheless and got to have a beer, as well. We only spent about 30 minutes playing pool, then, finally, headed back to her place for sexytime.
I won't go into too much detail here. It wasn't as wild and crazy as a party can get. But we had fun. I licked Mrs. B's pussy and fingered it for a good long time. Then finished off with doing her missionary. Right after we finished, she had me turn out the light and we cuddled lightly in bed before she fell asleep. Since the bed was new to me, I had a little more trouble falling asleep, but eventually managed.
In the morning I awoke to a lovely sight: Mrs. B lying on her side, the blanket covering the front of her body but exposing the side on top. The light was coming in the window and shining off her skin. I lay and stared at her for a few minutes, just in awe that a beautiful woman like that would want to have anything to do with me. I whispered that I had a good time to her. I'm not sure if she was awake enough to hear me or not. I had to get to work at that point, so I got dressed and let myself out. Later on, Mrs. B would let me know that she had a fun time, and that she would be open to going on a date with me again.
Knowing it's been awhile since I've been on a date with anyone but Mrs. Sunbuckus, overall I felt like the night was a success. Of course, since some playtime was involved, most swingers would consider it a success. I feel Mrs. Sunbuckus and I are very fortunate to have such an open couple who wants to be with us in so many different ways. Playtime is quickly becoming not the raison d'etre, but the dessert on otherwise eventful evenings. Which is why it makes me a little sad knowing they will most likely move away in less than a year. Hopefully I can get a couple more date nights in with Mrs. B before they move on. As she said, "I'm a hard woman to pin down", to which I replied, "You're a good woman to pin down."
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Mr. Sunbuckus: One Night, Two Parties
Part of trying everything in the lifestyle, I had decided about a month earlier to sign up for a swankier party. It was to be held at a mansion and hosted by two ex-adult film stars. The price of admission was farely high, although the hosts did provide some food (hamburgers and hotdogs) and drinks (generic soda and water).
Mrs. Sunbuckus was a little nervous about the party due to the attractiveness of the other people who were signed up to go. She also had heard that big parties like that were very hit and miss. I told her that we would try it out and go from there.
It turns out that our friend, Mr. B, was also going to a much smaller party the same night, so as a backup plan Mrs. Sunbuckus had asked Mr. B if we could go to their party should ours turn into a bust.
So the big night came. It was certainly a nice home. We parked away from the house and the hosts had a limo going back and forth to pick people up and drop them off. The home itself was quite spacious, with a big backyard, small-ish but elegant pool, and a hot tub. About half the rooms in the home were blocked off, with only two marked for "Playtime" with another, outside-accessible only room also marked for playtime, for a total of four indoors beds and one outdoors bed, which was really just an air mattress. I remarked to Mrs. Sunbuckus that, for the number of guests attending, that seemed like it might be an inadequate amount of playroom.
As befit a larger party in a swanky neighborhood, there were plenty of good-looking women wearing skimpy bathing suits. I did notice that several of them also wore coverups for their bottoms, which seemed a little odd to me. After all, at most of the swinger parties we have been to so far, the women walked around either naked or practically naked. We changed into our outfits in one of the nice bathrooms and stowed our gear away. I tucked some condoms and lube into my shorts just in case we needed them.
When we arrived, there were maybe 50 or so people milling around, with more coming in every ten minutes or so as the limo driver made his rounds. The hosts were certainly nice enough, and there was a photographer taking pictures on request. Most of the people had formed into small groups of four-five couples. My observation of the types of people who were there:
So, we did talk to a few couples, some in from out of state. There was a classic cougar situation with an older woman and her younger boyfriend or husband. She was still attractive, but they weren't swinging, just observing. This was the third party they had gone to that was hosted by this particular group. They were a nice couple, just apparently not interested in having sex with other people. Too bad, because Mrs. Sunbuckus was attracted to the guy and I would totally have played the shit out of the woman.
After a couple hours of nothing but milling around by most guests and no action going on, we decided to try and get some people to start playing. I had taken a viagra earlier so that I could stay hard if there were minor distractions, as there tend to be at parties. So we went into one of the playrooms and Mrs. Sunbuckus started sucking my cock. But the room was completely dark and no one would be able to see what was going on. So I had us move to one of the two remaining, prominent rooms, where she again started sucking my cock.
Now, at this house, every bedroom has a bathroom, so there were about four bathrooms total available for the 200+ guests, so you can imagine that the bathrooms were in quite high demand. As Mrs. Sunbuckus kept sucking my cock, people would walk by the bed on their way to the bathroom and hardly even pay attention. Fortunately, one gentleman and his playmate walked in and decided to play with us. As it turned out though, the woman was "on restriction" because she has some sort of master/slave relationship going on with another person who was not at the party. The gentleman did fuck Mrs. Sunbuckus a bit, but it only lasted a few minutes. I did get a couple handfuls of boobs from his playmate, but again, it was not much. All the while, people kept walking by and were like "Oh, excuse us, we're just going to use the bathroom..."
Now I'm just like "What the heck is going on here?" At any other party, a nice blowjob would have attracted a crowd of people, and some would have invariably joined in. Meanwhile, outside, people are still hanging out in small groups, talking, doing nothing but looking pretty and drinking alcohol. A few groups are playing with whipped cream on boobs, but no real swinging is going on. Mrs. Sunbuckus and I go to a room with two beds in it, and finally she mounts me and rides me until she gushes all over my cock, and stomach, and legs...
In the other bed is another couple, young-ish looking, and they're playing with each other. Suddenly the guy gets up and leaves, so I ask the woman if he left I can come over there and "take care of that" for you. Although in a pleasant, tone, she insisted that he is coming back and no help was needed whatsoever. So much for playtime.
By this time it's getting later into the night, so Mrs. Sunbuckus and I decide to call this party a bust and head over to Mr. B's party. On the way out, we saw another couple that we had met at the club the prior night. They had only been there 45 minutes and were already leaving. We also saw arriving another couple we had met at our first party but had not played with. I decided that we still needed to go because nobody was really playing.
We drove over to Mr. B's party, which was about as opposite of the other party as it gets. The house was in a rundown part of town, the guest were not nearly as attractive, no pool, but it did have nice people who wanted to do some swinging. We had been there maybe fifteen minutes, said hi to everybody, before Mrs. Sunbuckus and Mr. B got onto a bed and started playing. There was another woman who joined us and I ended up playing with her for about forty five minutes or so. While not the most attractive woman I had met that night, she was the one who played the hardest with us.
As we finished up playing there, another couple came to the party. We had been sort of interested in meeting them, but had not sent them any email or anything. Well, now they were there, at the party. However, by this time we were getting tired and I had to rest, so we excused ourselves from the room before those two started having an orgy with about two women and five men or something like that. I would have liked to play with the woman, but we were getting tired and finally, around 1am, decided to leave the party.
In retrospect of the first party, I believe there wasn't much, if any, playing, because the crowd was mostly younger and it seemed like most of the couples were showing off with a "You can look but not touch!" attitude. Which is pretty much the opposite of what a swinger's party should be. Also, as with many younger people, they have more conservative views on sex and are less comfortable with their body image than older people tend to be. That's not to say all are like that, just that most are like that. And when the older man, young trophy wife dynamic comes in, it's very clear that those couples are not interested in playing, just for the woman to show up and look good while the man shows off his woman. Very frustrating, and then it's like "Why would you even sign up for a party like this if that's all you're going to do?"
So, from now on, we'll probably be avoiding the big, swanky parties like that. First of all, there is the cost, although that is a relatively minor issue. Second of all, we want to have fun. Sexy kind of fun, and that wasn't happening there. As I remarked to several people, "My eyes are happy but my penis is sad."
Mrs. Sunbuckus was a little nervous about the party due to the attractiveness of the other people who were signed up to go. She also had heard that big parties like that were very hit and miss. I told her that we would try it out and go from there.
It turns out that our friend, Mr. B, was also going to a much smaller party the same night, so as a backup plan Mrs. Sunbuckus had asked Mr. B if we could go to their party should ours turn into a bust.
So the big night came. It was certainly a nice home. We parked away from the house and the hosts had a limo going back and forth to pick people up and drop them off. The home itself was quite spacious, with a big backyard, small-ish but elegant pool, and a hot tub. About half the rooms in the home were blocked off, with only two marked for "Playtime" with another, outside-accessible only room also marked for playtime, for a total of four indoors beds and one outdoors bed, which was really just an air mattress. I remarked to Mrs. Sunbuckus that, for the number of guests attending, that seemed like it might be an inadequate amount of playroom.
As befit a larger party in a swanky neighborhood, there were plenty of good-looking women wearing skimpy bathing suits. I did notice that several of them also wore coverups for their bottoms, which seemed a little odd to me. After all, at most of the swinger parties we have been to so far, the women walked around either naked or practically naked. We changed into our outfits in one of the nice bathrooms and stowed our gear away. I tucked some condoms and lube into my shorts just in case we needed them.
When we arrived, there were maybe 50 or so people milling around, with more coming in every ten minutes or so as the limo driver made his rounds. The hosts were certainly nice enough, and there was a photographer taking pictures on request. Most of the people had formed into small groups of four-five couples. My observation of the types of people who were there:
- Older couples, not in swimsuits, who hung out at a table and talked with each other
- Older men with their trophy-wife younger wives or girlfriends who appeared to be there just to show off how hot their wife or girlfriend is
- Younger, successful, attractive men with their hot wife or girlfriend, again showing off
- A few real swinger couples who were probably excited about all the hot action they might get with the attractive people
- Some regular-ish people who came to the party to check out what it's like
So, we did talk to a few couples, some in from out of state. There was a classic cougar situation with an older woman and her younger boyfriend or husband. She was still attractive, but they weren't swinging, just observing. This was the third party they had gone to that was hosted by this particular group. They were a nice couple, just apparently not interested in having sex with other people. Too bad, because Mrs. Sunbuckus was attracted to the guy and I would totally have played the shit out of the woman.
After a couple hours of nothing but milling around by most guests and no action going on, we decided to try and get some people to start playing. I had taken a viagra earlier so that I could stay hard if there were minor distractions, as there tend to be at parties. So we went into one of the playrooms and Mrs. Sunbuckus started sucking my cock. But the room was completely dark and no one would be able to see what was going on. So I had us move to one of the two remaining, prominent rooms, where she again started sucking my cock.
Now, at this house, every bedroom has a bathroom, so there were about four bathrooms total available for the 200+ guests, so you can imagine that the bathrooms were in quite high demand. As Mrs. Sunbuckus kept sucking my cock, people would walk by the bed on their way to the bathroom and hardly even pay attention. Fortunately, one gentleman and his playmate walked in and decided to play with us. As it turned out though, the woman was "on restriction" because she has some sort of master/slave relationship going on with another person who was not at the party. The gentleman did fuck Mrs. Sunbuckus a bit, but it only lasted a few minutes. I did get a couple handfuls of boobs from his playmate, but again, it was not much. All the while, people kept walking by and were like "Oh, excuse us, we're just going to use the bathroom..."
Now I'm just like "What the heck is going on here?" At any other party, a nice blowjob would have attracted a crowd of people, and some would have invariably joined in. Meanwhile, outside, people are still hanging out in small groups, talking, doing nothing but looking pretty and drinking alcohol. A few groups are playing with whipped cream on boobs, but no real swinging is going on. Mrs. Sunbuckus and I go to a room with two beds in it, and finally she mounts me and rides me until she gushes all over my cock, and stomach, and legs...
In the other bed is another couple, young-ish looking, and they're playing with each other. Suddenly the guy gets up and leaves, so I ask the woman if he left I can come over there and "take care of that" for you. Although in a pleasant, tone, she insisted that he is coming back and no help was needed whatsoever. So much for playtime.
By this time it's getting later into the night, so Mrs. Sunbuckus and I decide to call this party a bust and head over to Mr. B's party. On the way out, we saw another couple that we had met at the club the prior night. They had only been there 45 minutes and were already leaving. We also saw arriving another couple we had met at our first party but had not played with. I decided that we still needed to go because nobody was really playing.
We drove over to Mr. B's party, which was about as opposite of the other party as it gets. The house was in a rundown part of town, the guest were not nearly as attractive, no pool, but it did have nice people who wanted to do some swinging. We had been there maybe fifteen minutes, said hi to everybody, before Mrs. Sunbuckus and Mr. B got onto a bed and started playing. There was another woman who joined us and I ended up playing with her for about forty five minutes or so. While not the most attractive woman I had met that night, she was the one who played the hardest with us.
As we finished up playing there, another couple came to the party. We had been sort of interested in meeting them, but had not sent them any email or anything. Well, now they were there, at the party. However, by this time we were getting tired and I had to rest, so we excused ourselves from the room before those two started having an orgy with about two women and five men or something like that. I would have liked to play with the woman, but we were getting tired and finally, around 1am, decided to leave the party.
In retrospect of the first party, I believe there wasn't much, if any, playing, because the crowd was mostly younger and it seemed like most of the couples were showing off with a "You can look but not touch!" attitude. Which is pretty much the opposite of what a swinger's party should be. Also, as with many younger people, they have more conservative views on sex and are less comfortable with their body image than older people tend to be. That's not to say all are like that, just that most are like that. And when the older man, young trophy wife dynamic comes in, it's very clear that those couples are not interested in playing, just for the woman to show up and look good while the man shows off his woman. Very frustrating, and then it's like "Why would you even sign up for a party like this if that's all you're going to do?"
So, from now on, we'll probably be avoiding the big, swanky parties like that. First of all, there is the cost, although that is a relatively minor issue. Second of all, we want to have fun. Sexy kind of fun, and that wasn't happening there. As I remarked to several people, "My eyes are happy but my penis is sad."
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Mr Sunbuckus: To the Club, then Home Again
Ever since the party a few weeks ago wherein Mrs. Sunbuckus and I did not play because the atmosphere was not really to our liking, a couple we had met at the party (well, the male half, anyways) had been wanting to meet up with us.
Mrs. Sunbuckus and Mr. E had been exchanging texts for the last several weeks, since they are both at home during the day. Mrs. E was unavailable during the day, the time of the day I would be most likely to text, so I didn't really talk to her too much, if at all, but according to Mr. E, she was interested in me.
Now, not to make too much of it, but I was hesitant to have them over at our home right away, since I felt like I'd gotten burned a couple of times with the husband half saying that the wife is "interested" in me, and then it feeling really more like a taking-one-for-the-team fuck than genuinely-interested-in-fucking-me-fuck. To that end, I instructed Mrs. Sunbuckus to make arrangements to meet the couple at a neutral location, and if things worked out, we would go from there.
We decided to go back to the club we had been to with Mr and Mrs. B the first time, since it is swinger-friendly and we had been invited to help celebrate the birthday of another swinging couple we had seen there last time. Mr and Mrs. E were gracious enough to accomodate on short notice.
Now, our children would be spending the weekend with my parents, so after we dropped them off there, Mrs. Sunbuckus and I went to the mall so she could dress me in some new clothes, since almost all my clothes were picked out by me and I probably don't have much of a clue as to what women like to see on a man. I'm glad she dressed me, because afterwards I looked pretty sharp.
Mrs. Sunbuckus had promised Mr. E a certain time that we would be at the club, and for some reason was hurrying up to make it there at that exact time. I told her not to worry since it's a club, it's not going to matter too much if we're a little late, but she hurried me along anyways. We grabbed a quick bite to eat, hurried home to shower and dress, then off to the club.
The club was, as always, loud. A sizeable crowd had gathered for the birthday party, perhaps 10-15 couples. We knew about five or six of them, and met a few new ones. Mr. B was there by himself since Mrs. B was working that night. He had brought along a friend of his, also a swinger. Mr and Mrs. D were not there yet, and I looked at Mrs. Sunbuckus and told her "See, we didn't have to be here early." We got some drinks, and mingled with the swinger crowd. Several people recognized us from our profile and stopped by to say hi, but we weren't interested in most of them.
Finally, about forty-five minutes after we arrived, Mr and Mrs. E showed up. We tried conversing, but because of the noise level I kept having to duck my head in so I could hear. Fortunately, Mr. E did most of the speaking, as he had at the party, so Mrs. Sunbuckus and I didn't have to do much. After a bit, Mrs. E ducked out to smoke a cigarette, leaving Mr. E to speak to us together and holding Mrs. E's drink.
Apparently, Mrs. E had run into an old friend, because she was out there at least fifteen minutes, if not longer. After she returned, we all spoke some more, I went to the restroom and got another drink, and halfway through that drink Mrs. Sunbuckus informed me that Mr and Mrs. E were ready to leave, signaling that they wanted to play.
Well, that was good enough for me. I got a good enough feeling that Mrs. E was at least mildly interested in something different (me) so what the heck. It's the start of a three-day weekend, let's see just how much pussy I can get.
To make logisitics easier, and to get a chance to speak without the extra noise of the club, Mrs. E rode with me and Mrs Sunbuckus rode with Mr. E to direct him to our home. It worked out well, we were able to talk more and find out more about each other, and that made me feel more comfortable.
Mrs. E and I arrived earlier than Mr E and Mrs. Sunbuckus, so I showed her around the home, including the king-size bed. Just as I was getting ready to seat her on the couch and start making out with her, Mrs Sunbuckus and Mr. E arrived at the door.
All of us chatted in the hallway for a few minutes before we moved onto the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, the clothes came off and the fun began. I started by kissing Mrs. E like teenagers in heat, then getting her clothes off and giving her kisses all over her body. Once I got down to the legs, I hesitated a bit. Mrs. E apparently has some sort of skin condition which gives her what appear to be small sores all over her legs. I had noticed it at the party, but of course we didn't play at the party so it was not a concern. Taking it in stride here, though, I noted that her pussy area did not have these sores, and most of her body did not. I kissed up and around the sores and then concentrated on the pussy, which pleased Mrs. E. Meanwhile, Mr. E was eating out Mrs. Sunbuckus' pussy, although it seemed like her moans were a little forced. She would later confide to me that she was faking the moans during oral so that Mr. D wouldn't feel like he was doing a bad job.
I looked over at one point, and Mrs. Sunbuckus was sucking Mr. E's cock, and he looked like...he was stroking out! If I hadn't known better, and someone had taken a picture of only his face and shown it to a stranger, I bet they would have guessed he was having a stroke. I will admit, that took a little of the energy from me, but I continued on, put on the condom and mounted Mrs. E.
She was fantastic, accepting my cock in all different missionary positions. I believe we fucked for at least thirty minutes. At one point, I was about to try going in doggy style, but Mr. E decided to have his "O" face at that very moment. And as he was making his "O" face, he let out some wicked, scary moans or something. Well, that was enough to soften me up and I was unable to take Mrs. E doggy style. I let her know, but she didn't seem dissappointed at all. I guess if you've been in the lifestyle long enough, you know it happens now and then. The fatigue from the day at work plus the unexpected fright from Mr. E's orgasm just did me in. I laid next to Mrs. E and snuggled her in my arms as we all talked some more.
Eventually, as Mrs. E started falling asleep, they decided to leave. We all got dressed and bid goodbye. Perhaps we will see them again. I told Mrs. Sunbuckus that if we see them again, Mr. E and Mrs. Sunbuckus will have to play in another room, since I didn't want a repeat of the screaming thing that Mr. E did.
Overall, though, a good start to the weekend with a lovely couple.
Mrs. Sunbuckus and Mr. E had been exchanging texts for the last several weeks, since they are both at home during the day. Mrs. E was unavailable during the day, the time of the day I would be most likely to text, so I didn't really talk to her too much, if at all, but according to Mr. E, she was interested in me.
Now, not to make too much of it, but I was hesitant to have them over at our home right away, since I felt like I'd gotten burned a couple of times with the husband half saying that the wife is "interested" in me, and then it feeling really more like a taking-one-for-the-team fuck than genuinely-interested-in-fucking-me-fuck. To that end, I instructed Mrs. Sunbuckus to make arrangements to meet the couple at a neutral location, and if things worked out, we would go from there.
We decided to go back to the club we had been to with Mr and Mrs. B the first time, since it is swinger-friendly and we had been invited to help celebrate the birthday of another swinging couple we had seen there last time. Mr and Mrs. E were gracious enough to accomodate on short notice.
Now, our children would be spending the weekend with my parents, so after we dropped them off there, Mrs. Sunbuckus and I went to the mall so she could dress me in some new clothes, since almost all my clothes were picked out by me and I probably don't have much of a clue as to what women like to see on a man. I'm glad she dressed me, because afterwards I looked pretty sharp.
Mrs. Sunbuckus had promised Mr. E a certain time that we would be at the club, and for some reason was hurrying up to make it there at that exact time. I told her not to worry since it's a club, it's not going to matter too much if we're a little late, but she hurried me along anyways. We grabbed a quick bite to eat, hurried home to shower and dress, then off to the club.
The club was, as always, loud. A sizeable crowd had gathered for the birthday party, perhaps 10-15 couples. We knew about five or six of them, and met a few new ones. Mr. B was there by himself since Mrs. B was working that night. He had brought along a friend of his, also a swinger. Mr and Mrs. D were not there yet, and I looked at Mrs. Sunbuckus and told her "See, we didn't have to be here early." We got some drinks, and mingled with the swinger crowd. Several people recognized us from our profile and stopped by to say hi, but we weren't interested in most of them.
Finally, about forty-five minutes after we arrived, Mr and Mrs. E showed up. We tried conversing, but because of the noise level I kept having to duck my head in so I could hear. Fortunately, Mr. E did most of the speaking, as he had at the party, so Mrs. Sunbuckus and I didn't have to do much. After a bit, Mrs. E ducked out to smoke a cigarette, leaving Mr. E to speak to us together and holding Mrs. E's drink.
Apparently, Mrs. E had run into an old friend, because she was out there at least fifteen minutes, if not longer. After she returned, we all spoke some more, I went to the restroom and got another drink, and halfway through that drink Mrs. Sunbuckus informed me that Mr and Mrs. E were ready to leave, signaling that they wanted to play.
Well, that was good enough for me. I got a good enough feeling that Mrs. E was at least mildly interested in something different (me) so what the heck. It's the start of a three-day weekend, let's see just how much pussy I can get.
To make logisitics easier, and to get a chance to speak without the extra noise of the club, Mrs. E rode with me and Mrs Sunbuckus rode with Mr. E to direct him to our home. It worked out well, we were able to talk more and find out more about each other, and that made me feel more comfortable.
Mrs. E and I arrived earlier than Mr E and Mrs. Sunbuckus, so I showed her around the home, including the king-size bed. Just as I was getting ready to seat her on the couch and start making out with her, Mrs Sunbuckus and Mr. E arrived at the door.
All of us chatted in the hallway for a few minutes before we moved onto the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, the clothes came off and the fun began. I started by kissing Mrs. E like teenagers in heat, then getting her clothes off and giving her kisses all over her body. Once I got down to the legs, I hesitated a bit. Mrs. E apparently has some sort of skin condition which gives her what appear to be small sores all over her legs. I had noticed it at the party, but of course we didn't play at the party so it was not a concern. Taking it in stride here, though, I noted that her pussy area did not have these sores, and most of her body did not. I kissed up and around the sores and then concentrated on the pussy, which pleased Mrs. E. Meanwhile, Mr. E was eating out Mrs. Sunbuckus' pussy, although it seemed like her moans were a little forced. She would later confide to me that she was faking the moans during oral so that Mr. D wouldn't feel like he was doing a bad job.
I looked over at one point, and Mrs. Sunbuckus was sucking Mr. E's cock, and he looked like...he was stroking out! If I hadn't known better, and someone had taken a picture of only his face and shown it to a stranger, I bet they would have guessed he was having a stroke. I will admit, that took a little of the energy from me, but I continued on, put on the condom and mounted Mrs. E.
She was fantastic, accepting my cock in all different missionary positions. I believe we fucked for at least thirty minutes. At one point, I was about to try going in doggy style, but Mr. E decided to have his "O" face at that very moment. And as he was making his "O" face, he let out some wicked, scary moans or something. Well, that was enough to soften me up and I was unable to take Mrs. E doggy style. I let her know, but she didn't seem dissappointed at all. I guess if you've been in the lifestyle long enough, you know it happens now and then. The fatigue from the day at work plus the unexpected fright from Mr. E's orgasm just did me in. I laid next to Mrs. E and snuggled her in my arms as we all talked some more.
Eventually, as Mrs. E started falling asleep, they decided to leave. We all got dressed and bid goodbye. Perhaps we will see them again. I told Mrs. Sunbuckus that if we see them again, Mr. E and Mrs. Sunbuckus will have to play in another room, since I didn't want a repeat of the screaming thing that Mr. E did.
Overall, though, a good start to the weekend with a lovely couple.
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