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The Return of Real Sex

Red spent the weekend over for his Birthday, and he’d been joking since the week prior that one of the things he wanted for his birthday was another threesome with Mrs. AP and me — it had been some time since our last one — and as the week went by my mind kept turning more and more to both how much I love watching Mrs. AP when we have another man in our bed and also how much I miss sliding my lips down a nice hard cock and how Red has repeatedly said he needs to be “not so sober” for that to happen.

Lo and behold, during dinner Red availed himself of some recently acquired Sake to become very quickly inebriated.  Aloud, my jokes and innuendos about him joining us became more obvious (to me, at least) while internally I started wondering how he’d taste, if he’d rise to the occasion, etc..  After all, I know I can be persuasive once my lips are on somebody, but I’d need his full consent for that and even drunk he might not grant that.  Still, I wondered, and open flirted, and hinted, and only kept some outright comments to myself because the children were still awake and there are some invitations they just don’t need to hear.  We carried on for roughly 30 minutes with our back and forth bantering and flirting until suddenly!… Red declared himself drunkenly exhausted and stumbled off to bed to sleep for 8 hours.

As I later told Mrs. AP while we were lying in bed, I was a little butt-hurt, but it was of my own making.  I’d not been clear enough in my invitation, and expecting somebody else to properly interpret flirting and innuendo — particularly in an inebriated state — is unfair.  It’s also not like I’ve forever ruined our chances of having another man, or specifically Red, join us in bed; he’s over all the time, plus we’re more actively looking for another lover.  Just because I wasn’t able to satisfy my threesome craving right then and there doesn’t mean I won’t be able to scratch that itch later.  Until then, there are plenty of other ways to meet needs, and Mrs. AP and I had some other needs that were needing met.  Our talk faded into soft kisses, which slowly grew more bold and intense until our lips risked bruising from our passion.  We shifted, one our sides and pressed together, so that my hand could slide down between Mrs. AP’s open legs, where I found her freshly shaven, hot, wet, and ready for me.

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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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Something of Everything

I suppose one could say it started like any typical Monday morning.  The kids were all off to school, leaving the house empty of human beings except for Mrs. AP and me.  She was in bed naked.  I was soon naked and in bed with her.  What happened over the next 2 hours was pure debauchery at it’s finest.

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Later That Night

After the Mrs. AP and I got home from our party Friday night we needed some serious reconnecting and cuddling time.  We’re both a bit introverted by nature, and large parties leave us both feeling more drained than energized.  Our strategy is usually to stay off to the side and really only engage with the few people we already know or to whom we are introduced.  The conversations tend to get a little deeper and more involved and personal that way as well, which for us is more fulfilling.  Also, it leaves us out of the way when somebody right in the middle of the crowd does something less than intelligent.

So there we were, back in our bed, snuggling against each other, chatting and … not chatting … and enjoying each other’s company.  Mrs. AP hand was trailing up and down my chest and then down to my legs, where she started teasing my legs.  My legs are incredibly sensitive most of the time, and tonight was no different.  In short order I was twitching, gasping, and moaning under the stroke of her fingers and the light scratching of her nails.  She grinned, pleased as a cat with cream, and whispered in my ear “just imagine me on one side, Our Date on the other, his hard cock pressing against your leg, as we both tease and play with your legs until you can barely breathe.”

My breath caught.  All I could do was nod for a moment.  The mental image of being pounced by two such lovely people was almost two much.  I know my cock throbbed.  Pulsed.  Yearned for her touch, his touch, somebody’s touch.  Mrs. AP is a sadist at times, though, and she took her time teasing my thighs and the cleft between my legs and pelvic bone.  Slowly, methodically, she caressed my balls and ran her nails across them before sliding her hand up to glide her palm up my shaft.  Slowing her movement she cupped her palm over the head of my now very full, very hard, very throbbing cock and slowly rotated and swirled.

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Wake and Take Me

I was lost in a sea of dreamscapes, spinning or twirling or flying or something.  Whatever I was doing was freeing and free from the demands of such silly things like gravity or friction.  Next to me, above me, behind me, and around me was Mrs. AP, laughing and skirting around me as we danced and spiraled and flirted with free fall.  She moved closer with every pass, reaching out to brush and caress me, and soon she was reaching out to tug and stroke at my cock, urging it to respond so she could enjoy me in even more ways.

I woke from this to realize that my dream wasn’t entirely subconscious; Mrs. AP was pressed tight against my back as I slept on my side, and her arm was across me as her hand encouraged my cock to wake up with the rest of me.  Still groggy from the haze of a deep and dreamful sleep I pressed back into her harder, giving small encouraging noises.  Her hand grew more insistent as I responded to her touch, to her fingers squeezing the head and massaging the shaft, and I shifted to roll onto my back and allow her more access.  She cooed slightly, getting a better grip on me as her attention became more firm.  I slid my arm up as she nestled into the curve of my torso and our lips met in a gentle, exploratory, soulful kiss.  Our lips pushed and pulled, parting as tongues gently explored… and then we got pounced by the puppy.

Nothing ruins a great kiss like a 4 month old hyper puppy diving in to share in the love, let me tell you.  Laughing, Mrs. AP scooped her up, escorted her out of our bedroom, closed the door, and locked it behind her.  I must have slipped back into the edges of sleep at this point; I remember looking at a naked Mrs. AP — we both sleep in the nude all the time — and smiling.  I was informed later that I missed Mrs. AP crawling up my legs and caressing my cock in her cleavage before licking and sucking me for a few minutes.  How the hell did I miss that!?  What I DO recall, quite clearly, is Mrs. AP sliding her very hot, very wet, very wonderful pussy down my hard cock.  I pushed up against her as she settled against me, pressed as tightly together as two humans can be.  Then she started rocking, and her hips started rolling, and the rest of the world vanished.

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So I Took Her

It started innocently enough.  Mrs. AbsinthePassion had just finished, hours before, going through her shave routine, and she left all her lovely bits very smooth and delectable looking.  As she was leaning back on the bed to strip before snuggling in, I got a full-on, here-for-my-pleasure look of her open and moist and ready.  I was stopped in my tracks, speechless, unable to do anything but stare at the nexus of her long legs, her lips parting in anticipation, droplets of her arousal visible from the end of the bed.  I was transfixed, and in becoming so I had become, again, absolutely, unequivocally hers.

I know she said something about being freshly smooth.  I wish I could tell you her words, but I don’t recall them.  I wish I could tell you the look on her face as she watched me lock the door and approach her, but my mind remembers one thing: the small patch of heaven twist her legs and the single-minded thought I had to bring her as much pleasure with it as I possibly could.

I crawled onto the bed atop her and kissed her hard.  You know the way; when you’re rapt with desire and burning with the need to pour all your heat and focus and attention into your partner, your lover, your perfect reflection because in that one moment, that one singularity of lust and love and romance fused you are nothing more than that touch and that touching of lips to exquisite lips.

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Flog Me and Fuck Me

So you want to ravage each other tonight?”  Mrs. AP asked, a deep shiny gleam in her eye as she pounced me.

Ohhh, that sounds delightful, ” I responded.

What do you want to do?”  She asked, sitting back a little, beaming down at me.

I want you to flog me and fuck me.”  I stated my intentions boldly, not giving myself time to think about how big a step this would be, or how much I would have to let go.  I was letting my body and my needs lead me, and I needed to be Hers in ways people outside of BDMS just don’t understand.

She sat up a little more, looking at me quizzically for a moment, before leaning forward and asking “How do you want this to happen?  What do you want me to use?  This is our negotiation time; I want to make sure I won’t take things too far and hurt you.

I looked into her eyes and held my voice steady as I said “Use your fingers, use toys, than take the strap-on and fuck me.  I trust you.  You won’t hurt me.

Good, ” She said.  “Then go to the bathroom and when you come out I’ll have some tasks for you.

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Popped that cherry

Last night we made highly anticipated first visit to Eyz Wide Shut.  We had added our names to the Event list on Swing Life Style two days before, and because of it were recognized by some very friendly other members.

To regress, Wednesday we went shopping.  Mrs. AbsinthePassion wanted a new slinky dress and some new stripper/fuck me heels to wear for our first visit, and we needed to pick up a pair of crotchless fishnets.  We figured in the heat of the moment being able to just lift the bottom of the dress, drop the top, and pull the thong to the side would make for some easier access.  (Turns out it’s good to be prepared!)  We ended up with three new dresses — two very clingy, dropped back affairs that barely cover her ass but don’t do much for showing her cleavage, one in a silver zebra print and the other in the print, but in hot pink.  The third dress is a short, flowing, empire waist black dress with a deep plunge cut for the cleavage.  The cuts of both dresses required picking up a new bra and some new thongs as well, and while we were at it we picked up some new makeup to better complement the pink dress, as we decided that would be the best outfit to wear to keep from projecting the  Newbie image.  We wanted everybody there to know we had no intentions of being spectators!

Prep work for our first visit was exhausting.  Mrs. AP spent a good portion of the afternoon dyeing her hair to bring her trademark flame red hair back to proper order, and we both needed a good Veeting to make sure all of our pretty parts were as smooth and sexy as could be.  We both prefer being practically hairless from the neck down anyway, so it’s a once a week routine for us anyway.  We spent the entire afternoon while getting ready discussing what our expectations were, what our hopes were, what we wanted and did not want to see happen, and how to let each other know when somebody caught our eye, something felt wrong, or when we wanted a little something more.  We both know that good communication between us requires constant effort, especially on my part as I did NOT come well trained when she met me, and we wanted to make sure we had ways to handle nearly every situation.

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