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Doubling Down

Last week I finally got a chance to fulfill one of my fantasies, thanks to a great deal of understanding and assistance from Mrs. AP and a timely visit to our house by Red.  You might remember Red.  He was the featured guest in An Unexpected Threesome last year.  He’s also properly medicated now, which makes him a great deal of fun to be around.   He’s jovial, witty, a bit raunchy, and overall a much better version of himself.  It’s refreshing to see him like this.  Compare to the four years I knew him while he had no access to the proper medication, the difference is incredible.  It makes me like him far more than I expected I could when we first met.  He’s told me the feeling is mutual.  We’re cool.

Moving on.  While Red was staying the night, getting away from pressure of work and family and generally needing to decompress, he retired to his usual spot when he stays over; on our bed.  You see, our place is small, and the best place to gather to watch TV together is the bedroom, so on the bed he flops.  Also, he’s family.  It works.  And while on the bed, once the kids were all tucked away for the night, he made himself more comfortable by stripping.  Not much had to come off, mind you; he was in his boxer briefs prior to that point, but he finds them confining.  I understand.  Boy bits need room to breathe, after all.

After he was naked for a bit, I joined him in the land of nudity and removed by jeans and underwear.  This left only Mrs. AP wearing anything, nestled between us in her tee shirt and underwear.  I curled up on my side and nestled against her, caressing her legs and rubbing her arms, all the while glancing at Red fully on display and ever so slightly plump in the warmth of the room.  My thoughts started racing, imagining the possibilities now that there were two naked men on the bed sandwiching a mostly naked Mrs. AP.  To no surprise to me — or really to Mrs. AP, for that matter — I was soon rock hard and pressed against her leg, which soon led to me dripping down her leg as a gentle river of precum began to meander about.  She noticed this, repeatedly, and alternated between pretending to be shocked and being deliciously amused.  This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, before Mrs. AP pretended to need to stretch and leaned forward on the bed, arching her back and rocking up on her knees.  In this position Red and I had a fantastic view of Mrs. AP’s barely covered ass and pussy, and we both wasted no time in caressing every inch of her we could reach before I hooked a finger into her skimpy underwear and pulled it to the side to reveal her plump, sweet lips.  Red and I both reached for her, his fingers against mine, as we teased Mrs. AP’s lips and gently slid just inside her.  As she moaned, I slid one finger down to tease her clit while Red pushed a finger farther inside her, filling her slowly.  Mrs. AP rocked her hips back against us, before leaning back — pulling both our hands away in the process — and teasingly mentioning that she hadn’t issued an invitation.  We all laughed, and Red quipped “Fine, can we get you naked and play with you?”  Mrs. AP looked at me questioningly.  In response, I pressed my throbbing, hard cock against her leg and nodded.  Just like that, off came her shirt and thong.

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The Progress We Make

Today was a standout day in terms of the ongoing fight for equality for my wonderful LGTBQ community.

First we had the wonderful surprise ruling from U.S. District Judge Orlando Garcia, who ruled that the Texas ban against gay marriage violated the 14 Amendment of the United States Constitution.  In his ruling Judge Garcia wrote “Today’s court decision is not made in defiance of the great people of Texas or the Texas Legislature, but in compliance with the U.S. Constitution and Supreme Court precedent.  Without a rational relation to a legitimate governmental purpose, state-imposed inequality can find no refuge in our U.S. Constitution.”  Similar decisions have recently been handed down in Virginia and Kansas, and the swelling tide is pushing toward one of these decisions eventually leading to a case being heard by the United States Supreme Court.  As more decisions are made in favor of equality, the precedence will be further set for the Supreme Court to finally rule on the matter altogether.  Such a hearing and decision would not come for a few years out, still, but the evidence thus far shows that the soon this chapter of legal discrimination will be able to be closed.

Additionally, today also saw Governor Jan Brewer of Arizona veto State Bill 1062, which included language that would have given any person or business legal standing to deny “impactful service” that would have required a compromise of one’s religious convictions.  While the most popular reaction was that right-wing Christian businesses could then refuse services to non-heteronormative individuals, the broad spectrum written into the bill would also have allowed Muslim business owners to refuse service to “infidels”, or Catholic business or charities to refuse service to divorcees or unwed mothers.  There was no discernible distinction between what would be considered an undue burden, and the evidence needed was nearly as sparse as simple testimony of conviction and belief.  This was a victory not only for the LGBTQ community but also for every minority religious group in the state of Arizona that needs protection from the far too common bigotry paraded as Christian values.

Granted, neither of these rulings directly affect me.  I don’t live in either Texas or Arizona, and while I identify as Bisexual, to the general public I appear to be relatively hetero-normative.  I have Mrs. AP as my soon-to-be wife.  We have a family together.  While we have dated other men together in the past, and have had some wonderful threesomes with them and others, none of that translates into our public appearances seeming to be anything other than a normal, stereotypical American family.

That said…

I need these rulings to help be able to break out of appearing to be the stereotypical hetero-normative male.  I need these rulings so that public perception can be further pushed into acceptance and eventual embrace instead of discrimination.  I need these rulings so that I don’t have to worry about making a comment about another man in public, or kissing another man right after Mrs. AP finishes with him, or the three of us all holdings hands in public will cause uproars and become public issues.  Yes, I’m terribly to live in one of the most liberal portions of Florida, so that when Mrs. AP and I have been out in public with another man we’ve not been met with derision, but not every county in Florida is that accepting.  The state law bans marriage between anybody other than one man and one woman.   Non-heteronormative couples are not allowed to adopt.  For as non-Southern as Florida may be, it’s still conservative.  Consider, then, that Florida isn’t even one of the top 5 most conservative states.  If my fellow human beings who identify within the LGBTQ spectrum cannot receive equal treatment in any state, the fight is not yet over.  If those same fellow humans cannot receive equal protection in every state, the fight must continue.

Today included victories in two important battles.  Let’s work to keep those victories coming.

Stay SINful, friends.

Taking it Deep

The other night Mrs. AP and I celebrated my birthday in spectacular fashion.  Those of you out in Twitter land already heard about some of it, but for the rest of you, here’s a run down (or a marathon down?) of what happened:

Mrs. AP is always very eager to please me anytime something worth celebrating rolls around.  Okay, she’s very eager to please me all the time, as am I with her, so really there’s nothing terribly new in that aspect, but birthdays in particular are extra special.  Anything goes for birthdays, and this night was no exception.  We started the night just holding each other and talking, all distractions like TV and phones put away and turned off.  We’d not well and truly talked about how we’re doing, what we want, and how to approach those things in quite some time.  The best part of our relationship is how well we communicate when we both relax and share ourselves with each other, and while we’d never lost that ability we’d been focusing on so many other things this past year that we’d let slip some of that bonding time we need.

As our talking became more pervy and kinky the conversation delved into group sex and bi-boi play and how well some of our past lovers worked with us then and could again in the future.  Talking of our past lovers always gets me excited, as scenes from our adventures play out on the film screen in my mind; images of Mrs. AP sliding down the largest cock I’ve ever seen in person while I hold it in place; images of her mouth sucking on a cock so intensely that she doesn’t get any warning before it explodes in her mouth; images of her on her back being roughly fucked while my cock muffles her deep moans.  I can’t help but get hard at the thought of what we’ve done and what we might do again.  Mrs. AP takes great delight in this and is sure to stroke and tease my cock until the pre-cum has formed puddles on my stomach.  Talk soon turned to things we’ve not yet done, in which mention of DP and DVP came up.  As we were discussing the pros and cons of the lovely cocks with which these things might happen vis a vis who could actually fit in which locations, one of us made mention of having one of those lovely cocks slide inside my tight ass.

The subject had been breached, and I was feeling relaxed, confident, and aroused enough to agree, or perhaps even insist, on us breaking out the toy box and seeing just how well our collection of toys could fit inside me.  After all, if I couldn’t handle being filled by imitation cock there wasn’t much likelihood of me handling a real one, and it had been quite some time since Mrs. AP had flogged me and fucked me.  In a flash Mrs. AP was off to the shower — I’d showered earlier in the evening — while I prepared the room.  Top sheet and comforter were moved to the end of the bed and tucked neatly into quick-pull piles in case we got cold.  Pillows were arranged at the top of the bed for maximum comfort and bed space.  Candles were lit.  Towels were laid down.  Toy box, cleaner, gloves, condoms, and baby wipes were laid out for easy access.

Mrs. AP came back into the room to find me laying naked on the bed, my cock hard and throbbing for her.  Not for her and one of our lovers.  Not for her and Red and Red’s new girlfriend who were sleeping in the other room.  All for her and for the deliciously deep dicking she was going to give me.  She put her hair up and settled down between my legs, leaning forward to give my pulsing cock a long lick and a slow suck on the head before pulling her head up slowly until I audibly popped out of her mouth.  She asked me which toys I wanted, and with a quick review session of our options I chose all the “life like” toy cocks we have, all of which happen to be Vac-U-Lock compatible.  Toys selected, Mrs. AP slid a glove on her left hand cleaned all the toys with the spray toy cleaner we use.  Those matters settled, she wiped her gloved hand dry of the cleaner and then lubed it up, and with her right hand wrapped around my cock she began teasing my ass with her finger.  Just a gentle tease at first, circling the edge of my tight little rosebud before rubbing across it lightly.  Slowly she added more pressure as the tease became a massage.  As I relaxed into it and felt the pressure grow from pressing to encouraging my backdoor slowly opened and invited her finger in.  As she passed through the first ring of muscle I gasped.  As she passed through the second ring of muscle I groaned.  Oh, how I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this.  My ass was ripe for the taking, and Mrs. AP was ready to take.

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Mister Sandman…

… bring me a dream!  Bring me the sexiest dream that I’ve ever seen!  Involve other people while we’re on vacation!  We’ll have the best of times while we’re all naked!

Did you sing along?  I just couldn’t help myself.  You see, last night I had the most vivid dream I’ve had in years, possible decades.  Actually, I had a series of dreams but it was the third dream that stuck the most and hasn’t stopped bouncing around in my head on repeat over 14 hours later.   If I can’t shake it, at least I can share it.  Let’s dive in, shall we?

 

Part 1:

Mrs. AP and I are in a hotel room somewhere warm, but not overly hot, with a cool coastal breeze.  This particular room is a corner room with sliding glass doorways on each outside facing wall that could slide completely into the walls, effectively leaving half the room as an outdoor space.  The balcony contained a private pool, and no other rooms were within line of sight from the pool so we didn’t need to bother with swim wear.  It was in this setting that Mrs. AP and I were swimming together nude and I surprised her by suddenly grabbing her legs and pulling them up onto my shoulders so that she was left floating on her back as I buried my face between her legs.  My tongue fiercely pushed through her lips as I licked as deeply inside her as possible, sucking her labia into my mouth and burying my nose in her tightly trimmed landing strip.  Her pussy began immediately flooding my mouth with her sweet taste as her juices jumped at the chance for release, and as my tongue fucked her firmly and my nose ground against the top edge of her clit she flailed in the water, back twisting and arms splashing.  For minutes on end I ravaged her pussy with my lips and tongue, pulling away only far enough to shift my tongue to her clit to that I could flick it quickly, viciously, until her moans became screams and her flowing juices became gushing rivers.  In all her thrashing she somehow was able to reach the edge of the pool just as her squirting orgasm was calming down, and she pulled away from me only long enough to twist around and throw me against the edge of the pool.  She wrapped her legs around me as she grabbed the edge for support and impaled her hot pussy down my throbbing cock.  Weighing nothing at all we fucked hard, our crashing bodies turning the small pool into a wave pool, and by the time I was emptying my hot cum deep inside her we had soaked the pool deck.

 

Part 2:

Completely unrelated and terribly unsexy.  We were at a nature preserve, and during recent renovations somebody forgot to seal part of the cage for the spider monkey exhibit.  They had learned they could climb under a branch through a gap in the fence and run amok as the pleased.  Terribly amusing to watch, but not at all erotic like the first and third parts.

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An Unexpected Threesome

“He says when you come home to make sure you have your big-boy pants on.”

These words Mrs. AP typed to me while she and our former roommate (Red) were having a long heart to heart in our room while I was at work.  I knew he’d been struggling with some mental demons as of late, and we were all still adjusting to his semi-regular returns to the house to see the kids.  He’s a good guy, but his temperament doesn’t always mesh well with mine, and he tends to get assumptive about what he can and cannot do in the house in regards to personal space.  Well, that and at times it seems he’s forgotten than he and Mrs. AP haven’t been romantically or sexually involves in years, and that he has the right to have his way with her whenever the mood so strikes him.  Yes, it’s bothered me off and on for years.  As a matter of respect, it struck me that he had none for us.  With all of that in mind, I had to struggle through the final hour of work and the drive home through rush hour traffic not knowing exactly how this conversation was going to meander.  My anxiety level was high, despite all my attempts to calm myself on the drive home.  (To wit, meditation has limited effectiveness on crowded highways.)

Once I was home and changed, Red asked that I just sit and listen.  He’d been working with Mrs. AP all day on realizing exactly what he wants and how to go about achieving it.  I listened, holding Mrs. AP’s hand, as Red explained that he still loved Mrs. AP, that he was unhappy with everybody else he’d tried to date in the past several years, and that what he ultimately wanted was to get some of his mood imbalances controlled, get us trusting him again, and for us to help him find a woman that all of us could get along with both in and out of the bedroom so that Red and New Girl could be Primaries while Mrs. AP and I remained Primaries, but all while having a larger shared Quad experience wth hopefully some play between Mrs. AP and New Girl.  Whomever she may be.

Okay, I was a little disappointed that everybody got their kinks fulfilled in that scenario except me and my love of men, but Red followed that up with saying “Of course, you two could still find your pretty Bi guys on the side to play with, and if he was a good fit for all of us he could join the group sometimes too.”  I was surprised.  Red isn’t Bi, nor is he homophobic — in fact, he and Mrs. AP were a semi-regular Vee with much group sex involved with Mrs. AP’s ex-husband — but hearing him give voice to my concerns about my love of a hard cock in my mouth before I’d had a chance to respond made me look at him in a more positive light.  Here he was, pouring out his heart and soul searching and expressing his desire for how things would ideally work out, and he still had time to take stock of how I might react and address that.  It was endearing.

As the evening rolled on, the three of us discussed some of the issues and concerns we’d all had with each other while living together and the changes we all wanted to see in behavior.  Red promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of Mrs. AP and I and the relationship we have.  We promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of his feelings and inner demons.  After this and making sure all the kids were put to bed we were lounging about, talking about whatever topics of conversation passed in and out of our heads, when suddenly Mrs. AP leaned over, shoved my shorts and underwear to my knees, and swallowed my cock.

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On My Absence

Friends and Readers, I know it’s been awhile.  Much has come up, or gone down, or both.  I have felt your absence, or more precisely mine, and found it terribly difficult to find a way to get back to you.

 

Not long at all after my last post (half a year ago…) nearly everything in my world was thrown into a velvet bag, shaken vigorously, and dumped onto the floor.  People in my private life found out about this blog and their reactions shattered my confidence.  A change in jobs turned out to be not as comfortable as advertised, and my confidence slipped further.  Mrs. AP and I began having more social time with friends who, while lovely and sexy and absolutely play-worthy material if they ever were up to doing so, are rather demanding of both time and energy.  With my introversion and Mrs. AP’s dynamism between introversion and extroversion we simply don’t have the resources to be able to be the busy socialites, the dedicated parents, the financially struggling couple, and the sexy blog authors.  We turned inward, we focused on family, and somewhere along the way I found myself feeling more confident, more alive, and more connected to Mrs. AP than we’d felt in months.  Perhaps even a year.

 

We’ve had some sexy adventures here and there.  One in particular remains quite fixed in my mind.  I’ll do my best to bring that to you soon.  For those who kept checking in, thank you.  For those who asked about us via Twitter, a special thanks to you.  Your concern helped.

 

Stay SINful, friends.

Playing: Couple or Solo

Mrs. AP and I had a night out Friday night with SCS and her boyfriend.  Well, I should rephrase: half the night was SCS and several of her other friends, the other half of the night SCS’ boyfriend joined us.  He was busy for the first half of the night with an income-producing venture, yet he’s currently without clearance to drive, so SCS provides him transportation whenever such opportunities present themselves.

Mrs. AP and I were both feeling better than we had previously in the month, mostly thanks to rest over the previous few days and a healthy dose of drugs designed to let us behave as normal human beings again.  While we’re both rather traditionalist and wary of what substances we ingest, thank goodness for modern medicine!

Over the course of the many discussions held over the evening, one theme became apparent; SCS and her boyfriend quite often live very separate lives.  Granted, they’ve only been living together a short while, but it struck Mrs. AP and I as being a bit odd that a committed couple would be relatively heavily involved in having social lives that often do not involve one’s partner.  Mrs. AP and I simply do not operate that way.

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