Feel free to catch up on the first half of the story and all about DirtyGirl.
We continue the story where we left off, midway through one of the longest, craziest, most unexpected nights I had with Dirty. What started off as a weeknight drink at a bar turned into a night of crazy sex with strangers, hot tubs and bear-skin rugs.
Speaking of bear skin rugs, that's where I discovered dirty. Naked, laying across the ShyGuy, also naked, in front of a romantically crackling fire. It was quite a sight, believe me. I considered leaving them alone and even started walking down the hall, but reconsidered and returned to stick my head around the corner. "Dirty, are you awake?" I whispered. She turned her head to smile at me and gestured to me to come in. I walked past her and sank into the giant beanbag where I could watch Dirty and could feel the warmth of the fire.
Dirty lifted herself off ShyGuy and crawled over to lay next to me. "We didn't have sex" she whispered in my ear, "he just wanted to lay there, but I am so fucking horny..." Dirty slid her hand under my jockeys and stroked me as ShyGuy got up, pulling on his shorts to sit near us on the couch. When Dirty pulled down my jockeys to start giving me proper attention, ShyGuy started to get up and asked if he should go.
I assured him he could stay and Dirty reached over to touch and rub him while attending to me with her other hand. Shortly, Dirty was on top of me and ShyGuy was temporarily forgotten. Once she was done having her way with me, she rolled off to lay in between ShyGuy and me.
He had been watching us, stroking himself, so Dirty took over, going down on him with enthusiasm. Ready to go again, she rolled on a condom and whispered loudly, "i'm gonna fuck you". A fact he certainly knew.
She climbed on top of ShyGuy and looked over to give me a naughty look as he slid inside her. She rode him while I watched, coming at least two times before giving up on him and collapsing on the beanbag next to me. We all slept where we were for an hour or so until light started shining in the windows.
The ShyGuy dressed and made us coffee as we rounded up strewn clothing and wandered around the house to see it in the light. There was small talk over coffee and ShyGuy offered to get us onto the ski slope for free, but we were exhausted and bid farewell. Though we all talked like we'd see each other again, we never did.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Dirty Story #1
DirtyGirl and I ended up at bar one night this winter. It was a bit of a drive from her place but was in a resort and had fantastic character: good crowd, great bar staff, quality drinks, and a patio with a fire.
Busty explained that she was here with the guy who watched the house, but he was passed out downstairs. She had been trying all night to get him to fuck her, but he was too shy or nervous and had drunk himself into a stupor before she succeeded...she was horny! "Richie says you guys are swinger friends of his?" Busty asked easily. Dirty laughed and a bit uncomfortably said, pointing at me, "He is...was...whatever..." dropped her towel and hopped into the enormous glowing hot tub.
The girls weren't shy and immediately started talking about the guy passed out in the basement, discussing why he didn't want to fuck Busty, and what she should try next time to seduce him. The discussion quickly turned to Busty and Dirty complimenting each other's bodies, which attributes they wish they had, how much they like each other's boobs, etc. and in a flash they were feeling each other up, grabbing asses and doing dances for each other. Richie and I, of course, were content to listen and watch, passing knowing smiles back and forth. Soon enough, we were invited to feel boobs and asses as well as asked for commentary. Richie just went for it and soon had his mouth roaming between the four nipples, the girls loving it.
After a few minutes, Busty hopped out of the tub and ran to the house to break off one of the enourmous icicles that was hanging off the eaves. She ran back with a squeal and exclaimed "look what I found!" as she splashed back into the tub. "Doesn't this look like a big cock?" Busty said as she broke off the point and rounded the edges in the hot water. "You want to try it first?" Busty asked Dirty, who said nothing but smiled as she accepted the diy dildo. The ice disappeared under the bubbles for a second and then Dirty's expression changed to one of shock mixed with pleasure. "oh my god, this is weird...good but weird. Here, you try!" Dirty passed the melting ice back to Busty. Soon we were taking turns running to the house to retrieve new pieces of ice to replace those melted by pussy and hot water. The girls took turns fucking themselves, then each other, then passing the ice to us to fuck them both. After the ninth or tenth icicle had melted, the girls were ready for something warm inside them and invited us to take turns with fingers, tongues and more. It didn't take long until we were all ready to move the party inside, so we grabbed towels and sprinted through the snow, giggling and laughing the whole way.
Inside, it didn't take long until we were back to taking turns, a mess of naked drunk bodies. After we had exhausted ourselves, Busty realized how late it was (or early?) and dressed, said her goodbyes and left.
Richie gave us a quick tour of the house where we discovered the Shy Guy sobering up in the "den"; A large, yet intimate room with a couple leather couches, a pool table, an enormous micro-suede luv sack (which Shy Guy was sleeping in) a stone fireplace with a glowing fire, and the pièce de résistance, a fucking bear skin rug, complete with growling grizzly bear head. Dirty and I were introduced and Shy became a welcoming host, turning on music, stoking the fire, and pouring tequila shots. We lounged by the fire, drinking and chatting for an hour until Richie decided he needed to call it a night. I was exhausted as well, and after bidding Richie a good night, found a bed and collapsed, leaving Dirty in the company of ShyGuy and a bottle of tequila.
After a couple hours of drunken, restless attempting to sleep, I decided to check on Dirty.
As I entered the den, I was met with a scene straight from a movie. Amos Lee swooning in the background, room lit only by the dying fire, Dirty and Shy Guy...naked in the middle of the bear skin rug...
...to be continued
It was quickly obvious that Dirty was a regular. For the first hour, Dirty introduced me to guy after guy she knew. Each one would give her a gropey hug, kiss her cheek, grab her ass, some all three, while obviously ignoring my presence until Dirty introduced me. Most were douchey, a couple were gay, but as each one shook my hand I thought "enjoy that ass grab...she'll be fucking me tonight while you are jerking off thinking about it".
Side bar:
Why do girls dig douchebags? No motivation, no money, no fashion sense. All they have are muscles, insecurities, shitty attitudes, and the ability to drink a shit-ton of booze. I don't understand. Maybe one of you girls can explain.
Back to the story:
Post d-bag parade, I bumped into RichieRich, a charming and a bit chubby guy I met with TheRebound. He was *very* well off, (hence the name) was a big partier, and had an amazingly hot russian fuck buddy (oh my god, her ass...)
I introduced Dirty and Richie gave me a huge smile and a pat on the back "Well done dude, she is smoking hot!" plenty loud enough that Dirty could hear. His game was on!
After explaining how I knew him (Dirty was intrigued), Richie proceeded to re-tell the story of the night we met: swinger website 10pm, drinking 11:30, hotel suite 2am, hot tub 2:30, fucking 3-5am, (oh my god, her ass...)
Richie pulled out a picture of his russian girl...Dirty fucking knew her! They had met at a halloween party a couple months previous. "God, she has the best body!" Dirty practically screamed, "I kept grabbing her ass!" (I told you about the ass...)
Richie ordered drinks and continued to charm Dirty. Before he had ordered the second round, Dirty was hooked, line and sinker. Richie nonchalantly mentioned a hot tub and Dirty's face lit up "Take us, lets go!" A few minutes later we were following Richie's $250k merc into the neighborhood of vacation homes behind the resort. We got out in front of one of the larger houses and Richie whispered "The hot tub is in the back, but it looks like my buddy is asleep. Try not to wake him up."
Richie opened a side door and let us into a barely lit entryway, the rest of the house completely dark. "Wait a sec, let me go see if my buddy is even here" he whispered and headed down a flight of stairs. Just as Richie disappeared, the sound of a door opening behind us caused Dirty and I both to turn. Walking out of a bedroom down the hall was a short, curvy brunette with absolutely enormous breasts, wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt. Halfway down the hall she noticed us and stopped, surprised "oh! sorry!" she covered a smile with the floppy cuffs of the shirt, "I'm headed to the bathroom!" and darted in another door, closing it behind her.
Not knowing what else to do, Dirty hugged my arm and we quickly headed down the stairs into the dark after Richie, whispering his name as loud as we dared. Richie appeared out of the dark and we explained that we had just been surprised by a half-naked woman in the entry way. "Short with huuuge boobs?" Richie asked, and after our confirmation stated "oh good, i'm glad she's here!" with a big smile, "The hot tub is this way." and led us to the back of the house where he turned on some outdoor lights, illuminating the hot tub.
"You guys get your clothes off," Richie said as he handed us two towels, "I'll go find more of these."
Dirty looked at me with a quizzical smile, shrugged, and started to disrobe. We were naked except for towels when Richie returned (well, I had shoes on still. There was snow on the path to the hot tub!) He was followed by the busty brunette who introduced herself as a friend of Richie's. (The way she said "friend" suggested they were much more) Since she was already practically naked, Busty led Dirty and I out to the hot tub while Richie undressed.
Busty explained that she was here with the guy who watched the house, but he was passed out downstairs. She had been trying all night to get him to fuck her, but he was too shy or nervous and had drunk himself into a stupor before she succeeded...she was horny! "Richie says you guys are swinger friends of his?" Busty asked easily. Dirty laughed and a bit uncomfortably said, pointing at me, "He is...was...whatever..." dropped her towel and hopped into the enormous glowing hot tub.
The girls weren't shy and immediately started talking about the guy passed out in the basement, discussing why he didn't want to fuck Busty, and what she should try next time to seduce him. The discussion quickly turned to Busty and Dirty complimenting each other's bodies, which attributes they wish they had, how much they like each other's boobs, etc. and in a flash they were feeling each other up, grabbing asses and doing dances for each other. Richie and I, of course, were content to listen and watch, passing knowing smiles back and forth. Soon enough, we were invited to feel boobs and asses as well as asked for commentary. Richie just went for it and soon had his mouth roaming between the four nipples, the girls loving it.
After a few minutes, Busty hopped out of the tub and ran to the house to break off one of the enourmous icicles that was hanging off the eaves. She ran back with a squeal and exclaimed "look what I found!" as she splashed back into the tub. "Doesn't this look like a big cock?" Busty said as she broke off the point and rounded the edges in the hot water. "You want to try it first?" Busty asked Dirty, who said nothing but smiled as she accepted the diy dildo. The ice disappeared under the bubbles for a second and then Dirty's expression changed to one of shock mixed with pleasure. "oh my god, this is weird...good but weird. Here, you try!" Dirty passed the melting ice back to Busty. Soon we were taking turns running to the house to retrieve new pieces of ice to replace those melted by pussy and hot water. The girls took turns fucking themselves, then each other, then passing the ice to us to fuck them both. After the ninth or tenth icicle had melted, the girls were ready for something warm inside them and invited us to take turns with fingers, tongues and more. It didn't take long until we were all ready to move the party inside, so we grabbed towels and sprinted through the snow, giggling and laughing the whole way.
Inside, it didn't take long until we were back to taking turns, a mess of naked drunk bodies. After we had exhausted ourselves, Busty realized how late it was (or early?) and dressed, said her goodbyes and left.
Richie gave us a quick tour of the house where we discovered the Shy Guy sobering up in the "den"; A large, yet intimate room with a couple leather couches, a pool table, an enormous micro-suede luv sack (which Shy Guy was sleeping in) a stone fireplace with a glowing fire, and the pièce de résistance, a fucking bear skin rug, complete with growling grizzly bear head. Dirty and I were introduced and Shy became a welcoming host, turning on music, stoking the fire, and pouring tequila shots. We lounged by the fire, drinking and chatting for an hour until Richie decided he needed to call it a night. I was exhausted as well, and after bidding Richie a good night, found a bed and collapsed, leaving Dirty in the company of ShyGuy and a bottle of tequila.
After a couple hours of drunken, restless attempting to sleep, I decided to check on Dirty.
As I entered the den, I was met with a scene straight from a movie. Amos Lee swooning in the background, room lit only by the dying fire, Dirty and Shy Guy...naked in the middle of the bear skin rug...
...to be continued
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Cast of Characters: Delight
...as in Afternoon.
In the course of meeting couples with Rebound, about a third of the dates never made it past drinks. It was usually that they weren’t what we had expected or hoped: One or both weren’t as hot as they looked online, there wasn’t any chemistry, or one of us just wasn’t feeling it, it didn’t really matter. If either one of us wasn’t into them, we would call it a night after the drink.
It was on one of these one-drink dates I met Delight. Taller, with nice curves, great natural tits and a naughty twinkle in her eye, Delight and her hubby had a _very_ open relationship. They were both seriously dating at least one person each, on the side, but would swing together on occasion. Rebound wasn’t in to the hubby from the get-go. He was shy, nerdy, not particularly attractive, and Rebound gave me the no-go sign before the first round of expensive martinis had even arrived.
I was surprised the next morning by a flirty txt from Delight. I responded in kind, as I LOVE txt flirting; especially the witty exchanges rife with sexual undertones that are more verbal foreplay than conversation. Delight knew how to play the game well, and by lunch we were both so incredibly horny she agreed to meet at my house in 30 minutes.
She was able to play it cool until I had closed the front door behind her, but immediately had me pressed up against it, her tongue in my mouth and her hands groping my ass. The sex was fast and furious as she had no patience for foreplay and demanded I fuck her as hard as possible. It turned out that was pretty hard indeed, and we literally exhausted ourselves and rubbed our sexy bits raw in the effort.
I quickly learned Delight had an olympic libido. That despite having a husband and TWO boyfriends who all fucked her regularly, she was booty-txting me twice a week for a lunch hour of very vigorous sexing.
I found this nicely ego-inflating as I reasoned I must be a pretty spectacular lover for a woman, who has unfettered access to three other cocks, to demand repeat performances on a semiweekly basis.
Except for a week-long stretch where Delight and her hubby were being monogamous, (they needed to “put some time into their relationship”) we have been having lunch at least weekly...and by “having lunch”, I mean fucking...
...if that wasn’t obvious.
In the course of meeting couples with Rebound, about a third of the dates never made it past drinks. It was usually that they weren’t what we had expected or hoped: One or both weren’t as hot as they looked online, there wasn’t any chemistry, or one of us just wasn’t feeling it, it didn’t really matter. If either one of us wasn’t into them, we would call it a night after the drink.
It was on one of these one-drink dates I met Delight. Taller, with nice curves, great natural tits and a naughty twinkle in her eye, Delight and her hubby had a _very_ open relationship. They were both seriously dating at least one person each, on the side, but would swing together on occasion. Rebound wasn’t in to the hubby from the get-go. He was shy, nerdy, not particularly attractive, and Rebound gave me the no-go sign before the first round of expensive martinis had even arrived.
I was surprised the next morning by a flirty txt from Delight. I responded in kind, as I LOVE txt flirting; especially the witty exchanges rife with sexual undertones that are more verbal foreplay than conversation. Delight knew how to play the game well, and by lunch we were both so incredibly horny she agreed to meet at my house in 30 minutes.
She was able to play it cool until I had closed the front door behind her, but immediately had me pressed up against it, her tongue in my mouth and her hands groping my ass. The sex was fast and furious as she had no patience for foreplay and demanded I fuck her as hard as possible. It turned out that was pretty hard indeed, and we literally exhausted ourselves and rubbed our sexy bits raw in the effort.
I quickly learned Delight had an olympic libido. That despite having a husband and TWO boyfriends who all fucked her regularly, she was booty-txting me twice a week for a lunch hour of very vigorous sexing.
I found this nicely ego-inflating as I reasoned I must be a pretty spectacular lover for a woman, who has unfettered access to three other cocks, to demand repeat performances on a semiweekly basis.
Except for a week-long stretch where Delight and her hubby were being monogamous, (they needed to “put some time into their relationship”) we have been having lunch at least weekly...and by “having lunch”, I mean fucking...
...if that wasn’t obvious.
Musings on (bi)Sexuality
I have had a fair amount of experience with female bi-sexuality.
For example, both of my ex-wives were/are bi-sexual. (a fact unbeknownst to me before getting married) Indeed, every woman I have dated for any duration of time, except one, has been bi.
In the case of both ex-wives, it was spontaneously revealed during pillow talk that she would like to gain carnal knowledge of another woman, and had been fantasizing about it for quite some time (since puberty in the case of ex #2)
Of course, I was more than willing to facilitate the gaining of such knowledge, and turned to my trusted friend, the interwebs, for help. I quickly found one of the largest sex personals sites on the web and we were off.
What followed, in both cases, was a brief and mostly unsuccessful foray into "the lifestyle", as swingers like to call it. Bi-sexual sex was had, but the relationship gymnastics required to accomplish it made it too difficult to continue.
Shortly after divorce number 2, while still in my "slaying the bitches" phase, I started seeing a fantastically sexual woman, The Rebound, who also soon confessed to being bi-curious but completely inexperienced in the subject. The next 3 weeks were filled with an amazing array of bi-sexual debauchery, as The Rebound turned out to be absolutely voracious when it came to the ladies. We would arrange to meet a couple for drinks, then back to my house if they were a likely conquest. Inside 10 minutes after entering the hot tub, Rebound would be naked and pouncing on the chosen prey of the evening.
I must admit, watching Rebound go at it with such gusto was one of the most fantastically sexy things I have ever watched, even compared to all the naked fun we would have with each couple once Rebound decided it was time to move the party from the tub to the bedroom.
Before this point, I had never honestly considered where I fit on the straight-gay spectrum. I was previously a member of a particular brand of christianity which considered homosexuality a grave sin, so the thought was never entertained. It was only after my recent conversion to agnosticism that I began to re-evaluate my self-identification as straight.
Free from religious guilt and encouraged by the ever receding social stigma, I started considering if I could be bi-sexual. I was certain I was not gay, as I would never forsake the vagina, but I was open to testing my sexual boundaries.
Bi guys and girls have a distinct advantage over the rest of us: ie. double the opportunities. Should I discover I was bi, I would have more sex than I could want (because guys are sluts).
I spent a couple hours perusing gay guys on okCupid, watched some gay pron, I even replaced my regular lesbian dominated masturbatory fantasies with focused thoughts of performing fellatio. Not surprisingly, I developed a mild Pavlovian response to thoughts of male genitalia, but I was never able to respond to the male physique the way I do to the female. The most desire I was able to muster was a strong curiosity about both performing and receiving fellatio, and an acknowledged openness to participating in either, should the opportunity arise.
To be honest, I was a bit disappointed by this conclusion. However, I gave it a true effort and don't feel like I need to force myself to be something i'm not, just for the sake of pushing boundaries. That said, I am proud of myself, that I could lay my male ego aside and approach such a life-changing possibility. Who knows, I may run into someone or something that may cause me to reconsider the subject again. In the meantime, i'll identify myself as straight, with a hint of bi-curiosity thrown in.
For example, both of my ex-wives were/are bi-sexual. (a fact unbeknownst to me before getting married) Indeed, every woman I have dated for any duration of time, except one, has been bi.
In the case of both ex-wives, it was spontaneously revealed during pillow talk that she would like to gain carnal knowledge of another woman, and had been fantasizing about it for quite some time (since puberty in the case of ex #2)
Of course, I was more than willing to facilitate the gaining of such knowledge, and turned to my trusted friend, the interwebs, for help. I quickly found one of the largest sex personals sites on the web and we were off.
What followed, in both cases, was a brief and mostly unsuccessful foray into "the lifestyle", as swingers like to call it. Bi-sexual sex was had, but the relationship gymnastics required to accomplish it made it too difficult to continue.
Shortly after divorce number 2, while still in my "slaying the bitches" phase, I started seeing a fantastically sexual woman, The Rebound, who also soon confessed to being bi-curious but completely inexperienced in the subject. The next 3 weeks were filled with an amazing array of bi-sexual debauchery, as The Rebound turned out to be absolutely voracious when it came to the ladies. We would arrange to meet a couple for drinks, then back to my house if they were a likely conquest. Inside 10 minutes after entering the hot tub, Rebound would be naked and pouncing on the chosen prey of the evening.
I must admit, watching Rebound go at it with such gusto was one of the most fantastically sexy things I have ever watched, even compared to all the naked fun we would have with each couple once Rebound decided it was time to move the party from the tub to the bedroom.
Before this point, I had never honestly considered where I fit on the straight-gay spectrum. I was previously a member of a particular brand of christianity which considered homosexuality a grave sin, so the thought was never entertained. It was only after my recent conversion to agnosticism that I began to re-evaluate my self-identification as straight.
Free from religious guilt and encouraged by the ever receding social stigma, I started considering if I could be bi-sexual. I was certain I was not gay, as I would never forsake the vagina, but I was open to testing my sexual boundaries.
Bi guys and girls have a distinct advantage over the rest of us: ie. double the opportunities. Should I discover I was bi, I would have more sex than I could want (because guys are sluts).
I spent a couple hours perusing gay guys on okCupid, watched some gay pron, I even replaced my regular lesbian dominated masturbatory fantasies with focused thoughts of performing fellatio. Not surprisingly, I developed a mild Pavlovian response to thoughts of male genitalia, but I was never able to respond to the male physique the way I do to the female. The most desire I was able to muster was a strong curiosity about both performing and receiving fellatio, and an acknowledged openness to participating in either, should the opportunity arise.
To be honest, I was a bit disappointed by this conclusion. However, I gave it a true effort and don't feel like I need to force myself to be something i'm not, just for the sake of pushing boundaries. That said, I am proud of myself, that I could lay my male ego aside and approach such a life-changing possibility. Who knows, I may run into someone or something that may cause me to reconsider the subject again. In the meantime, i'll identify myself as straight, with a hint of bi-curiosity thrown in.
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