TMI Tuesday – Memory Lane

Home:1. Your current home: House? Apartment? Trailer? Condo? Other?

I live in a fairly idyllic place. A four bedroom house on 1.5 acres. For an ex farm girl who finds herself living in the city it is a perfect fit. I don’t have to see the neighbours when I go into the back yard plus I get to keep poultry. 

2. Which is bigger, your childhood home or your current home?

My childhood home was a farm house on 23, 000 acres. So in terms of land the childhood home was definitely bigger. The house was physically bigger but it was a bit higgeldy piggeldy so there was a lot of space that wasn’t used very well. 

3. Which is better childhood home or current home? Why?

Both of them have their pros and cons. But I prefer my current home. Mainly because I am happier here than I was at my childhood home. 

School:

4. What was your favorite subject in school? (consider high school, college, grad school). Why was this your favorite subject?

Definitely microbiology. I found the whole concept of a world of organisms that are invisible to the naked eye fascinating. 

5. Are you currently working in a field that you studied in college?

I am a science teacher which on the surface looks like I am working in the same field but in reality it is quite different. There are some aspects of the subjects I studied at university that are the same in this job but there are a plethora of other things that are not. Prior to starting this job I also completed a degree in education. I have to say that not very much of that degree really helped me get ready for the reality of teaching. 

Job:

6. Describe your first job.

My first job was as a research assistant a C.S.I.R.O. Which is the Australian government funded scientific body. I was very much at the bottom of the ladder in this place and I did all of the jobs that were beneath the real scientists working there. My experiences there formed my opinions about the attitudes and work ethic of government workers and since that job I have avoided working in government funded positions. 

7. What was your favorite job and why?

Prior to starting work as a teacher I managed a laboratory in a milk factory. Many of the staff there were awesome people. The factory was brand new and the company that built it was establishing its brand in a new area. This made the whole community of workers extremely tight. This changed as the factory grew but those first years were awesome. 

Bonus: What haven’t we talked about in TMI Tuesday that you would like to discuss?

A couple of things; travelling and fantasies, sexual of course. 

Make sure you hit up the TMI Tuesday page for more goodness

TMI Tuesday – Back to School Week 

OK I will admit that the questions this week are not about back to school. However in Australia the summer holidays finished this week and the school year has started. For me it signals the end of sleep ins, daytime naps and not having a timetable to follow; at least until December rolls around again. That will happen in 45 weeks or so. But who is counting. And so on with the questions. 


1. At work, what sets you apart from others?

This morning when I read thes questions I was feeling very positive but I received some very negative and unfair feedback today from a collegue. I like to think that I am a positive person but the thing that probably sets me apart from others is a refusal to play office politics and get caught up in he said she said games. 

2. When it comes to sex appeal, what sets you apart from others?

This question kind of stumped me a little but I asked The Fireman and he said this 

Ok … your confidence, imagination, willingness to be adventurous, and enthusiasm for the dick 🙂

Until I read this comment I had forgotten about that. But it is true. If I am in a play situation I can become insatiable for cock. Hence my last post about being taken by multiple men. It is a state of mind that gives incredible freedom. 

3. What are the big imbalances in your life?

Given the events of today I am thinking that I take a lot of things way too personally and need to stop over analysing. 

4. What is it that your family and close friends cannot do that only you can do?

When I was growing up my mother prided herself on being a good cook. She had a certain amount of talent for a certain type of cooking, namely CWA (never heard of it? Look here ) style baking etc. she thought that she was the best person to make birthday cakes. However I have surpassed her skill. As she ages her ability seems to have diminished slightly and I was more than a little chuffed when recently she declared that I was now the “go to” person in the family for celebratory cakes.  

5. Are you flexible enough? 

To do the splits? Not quite. For the record I have never been able to do the splits and so getting my body to that point is a painful challenge that I am not committed to enough. 

To be able to deal with unexpected situations as they crop up in every day life? Absolutely I would go so far as to say that it is one of the essential skills that all teachers must have and I am pleased to announce that I have it in spades. 


Bonus: What was the best news you received in 2016?

At this point I would have to say my timetable for this year. It is awesome!!! For the first time ever I am not the person in the staff room with the least planning time. That is great because it means I have time to plan sexy adventures and write about them here (I hope!).

Despite my best efforts I am not superwoman and a lurking black dog meant that I did not get this posted on time. However make sure Yu enjoy more TMI goodness at the official TMI Tuesday site. 

Just a Number


I have a friend who has a rule about her ‘Number’; it can never be greater than her age. Just prior to writing this I was skipping through TMI Tuesday posts and I came accross a question about your personal number stating that in a recent survey it was found that men found women with the number higher than 14 a little off putting. 

14???!!? Like shouldn’t that read women with an IQ of less than 41? I don’t really want to think too hard about this but I am relatively sure that I passed 14 a VERY long time ago. Even before my swinging days, maybe. I can honestly say that I have no idea what my number is. If I think about it I can remember most of the people of have shagged, I think. OK there will be ones that I have forgotten, not everyone I have met has been fantastic at sex. However the point is that my number is much higher than I or anyone else needs to think about. 

I was recently discussing the whole concept of keeping track of your number with a male friend. He was commenting that a lot of younger men like to discuss their number, obviously the higher the figure the higher their opinion of themselves. He and I were both in agreement that it is bad form for people to have this kind of approach. Mainly because it indicates that you are just chugging through partners without any thought of the quality of your input or the effort they are putting in. Really you may as well just go visit a series of glory holes. It is very disrespectful of the person who is sharing their body with you that all you think of the experience is how the notch is going to look on your bedpost. 

In my opinion being able to describe your experiences and being able to describe a life of fantasies realised is a much healthier and sexier way to live. Thinking about my number makes me feel bad about myself. There is so much confusion in my mind about what is an acceptable number and what the ramifications of a number that is too high. I am nervous sharing my feelings about my number with people because I am worried about being judged. When I think about experiences that I have enjoyed I feel strong and powerful. It gives me a sense of control over my sexuality and my life. 

There is one time when a number is perhaps a good thing; when you are planning a session of pure unadulterated lust. This year will be my 45th birthday. A conversation recently with Mrs Mikes Place about a birthday celebration involving a gang bang inspired me to make a similar birthday wish for my upcoming celebration. I am a little unsure of the exact number of men she fucked but I believe that it was somewhere in the vicinity of 20. 

I am nowhere near that ambitious. But my scenario runs something like this;

I am in a room of a swingers club, on a bed, mostly naked. I am not restrained but I am available to any man who is invited to join me. Mr Jones is beside me holding me, loving me. Standing over me my private bouncer, in consultation with Mr Jones, is in control of who has access to me. Men who come into the room can fuck me with the permission of the fireman and Mr Jones. 

My visitors are allowed to lick my pussy and fuck me. Any condoms they fill are to be left for Mr Jones and the fireman to enjoy later. While I am being fucked other men are able to explore my breasts and have their cocks sucked. They are welcome to cum on my belly and tits but they are not allowed to cum on my face. 

I don’t have a specific number of men in my mind but I doubt that I could handle more than about six or seven. Definitely no more than 10. That is the only time in my mind that a number would matter. Even then I am thinking it isn’t really an issue.  

The Journey to Now – Ladies Night 

Like many women in the scene, and possibly more men that it appears, I started my journey into swinging with the goal of exploring my bisexual interests. In my post, The Big Red Door, I described that on my first visit to Couples international I both satisfied and increased this curiosity by kissing a girl. This experience was very surreal, I had never kissed a woman before and the thing that intrigued me the most was the softness of a woman when she kissed. Ever since that night the softness of a woman’s body had been one of the things I have enjoyed most about this exploration.  

Couples International was owned by a couple who had been in the swinging scene for many years. Mrs CI was a tall, very striking woman who was not a little intimidating. One of her special interests was empowering women by giving them a safe space to express their sexuality as well as the knowledge of their own bodies to help them understand how pleasure works for women. She did this by running nights at her club restricted only to women. During these evenings she spent some of the time discussing women’s sexuality, displaying her extensive toy collection or providing some very physical demonstrations about different ways women are able to climax.

When I saw these evenings advertised I was very curious about them. People I met during some of our visits to CI told me that they were very much worth attending and I was very curious about them. Mr Jones was very supportive of me going along but I was still reluctant. I didn’t have a lot of friends, especially in the scene who I could take along with me and I was intimidated by the idea of going along by myself. 

Once I had plucked up the courage I found myself one Wednesday evening, walking through the big red door all by myself. In many ways the evening was a turning point for me. Mrs CI started the evening by making her guests feel welcome and encouraging them to introduce themselves to everyone. It was a smallish group of around 20 women. Many of them were not swingers as such but the majority of them were married or in long term relationships. Like me they were there to explore their interest in other women away from the prying eyes of their husbands and other men. 

After some small talk Mrs CI gave us a presentation about female orgasm. She used her own body to explain some of the points she was making describing the feeling of different parts of her vulva and vagina. She described different ways of giving pleasure other than direct stimulation of the clitoris and also described how she made herself squirt. I had read a little about squirting and I was fascinated by the phenomenon. This was the first time I had witnessed it in real life and it only served to increase my curiosity. Mrs CI assured all of us that squirting was not a talent that was reserved for a few of us but something that every woman was capable of.  

After the formal part of the evening was over we were invited to spend some time getting to know each other more intimately with full access to the facilities of the club including all of the bedrooms. For those of us who had not been to an evening like this before it was still a little intimidating but we found ourselves inspired by lead of some women who had been before. After watching some more experienced women enjoying each other I found myself naked with several ladies on a bed in the open play area. We spent quite a bit of time exploring each other, kissing, licking, sucking and enjoying the delights of oral sex. For the first time in my life I was able to get really up close and personal with a vulva and it fascinated me. I found that I loved to explore the folds and openings with first my fingers and then my tongue. 

I do not remember exactly how many of us were on the bed together but I believe it was around seven naked sexy women enjoying each other’s bodies. As well as discovering a lot of things about how women’s bodies work I also discovered a lot of things about myself. To this day I have a huge appreciation for the softness of a woman’s skin and the curve of a breast. I also love slowly exploring a woman’s vulva stroking her labia first with my fingers and then with my tongue before slide my fingers into her vagina and stroke that little rough piece of skin wile I tantalise her clitoris with tongue strokes and sometimes a little sucking. There is something a little powerful about giving a woman an earth shattering orgasm that is quite different from sucking a man to climax. 

 Despite all of these experiences I went home a little edgy and unsatisfied. After describing my evening to Mr Jones I finally filled myself by riding his beautiful cock. Despite all I had learned and experienced I am still primarily in love with cock. Pussy is a fantastic entree but it does not satisfy, it whets your appetite and when the morsels have been consumed you are even more keenly ready for the main course. Yes I am bisexual to a degree but the only thing that will truly satisfy me is a good hard fucking.

TMI Tuesday – If …..


This week’s questions are a little eclectic but I enjoyed them. If you are interested in more TMI goodness then make sure you check out the TMI Tuesday page. 

1. If you were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say?

Quite a few years ago someone actually made a Facebook post about me that said;

    “Caution hot! Pole not included.” 

Ironically in her knowledge pole dancing was the most scandalous thing I did in my spare time but in spite of this I think the label still applies. 


2. If you were a Sesame Street character, which one would you be?

Definitely Ernie. He wasn’t exactly the smartest one but he was definitely the one who had the best sense of enjoying the simple things in life. 



3. If you could have an endless supply of a candy or baked good, what would you get?

This is a hard one. I am a huge fan of chocolate cake and have been known to say that good chocolate cake can be better than sex. But I also have a weakness for vanilla slice. I don’t actually think that if I had an unlimited supply one one thing that I would like it for very long. Variety is the spice of life. 

4. Who is your favorite villain? Why?

This is a hard one. No one exactly springs to mind. I am not sure if she is exactly a villain but I do like Catwoman, the Michelle Pfieffer version. 


5. Are you more in tune with sunrise, daytime, sunset or nighttime?

Sunrise, definitely. I am a farm girl born and bred and since childhood I have awoken at sunrise. These days I am ‘better’ at sleeping in but there is still a special place in my psyche for sunrise. 

Bonus: If you took a job out of your current career path, what job would your take?

Currently I am in the third year of my current career. I started my first year of being a teacher when I was 41 years old. It was a significant career change that happened after several major events in my life. I am not sure if there is another job that I would really be interested in pursuing. 

You Have a Nice Cock 

This is a fictional story based on an experience a friend shared with me recently 

“You have a great cock, I would love to suck it,” 

These are words that every man dreams of hearing just not from the mouth of perfect stranger standing behind you in a public toilet. When John heard them he was unsure if he had heard correctly.  It seemed so totally random. For long moments he stood, his cock in his hand staring at the wall of the urinal. He was afraid of what he would see if he turned around. But he was also afraid of what he would see if he didn’t. There were many things that he had fantasised about in his life but a man sucking his cock was not one of them. Men had never featured in any of his fantasies.  

 But now here he was standing in a public toilet holding his cock and considering a proposal from a perfect stranger whose face he hadn’t even seen yet. The thinking part of his brain told him to put his cock back in his pants and walk away into the park outside to continue his run but as with so many things in his life his cock betrayed him. He felt the stirring in his groin and then the twitch against his palm even before his mind registered a slight curiosity.

“Go on,” the unseen man behind him urged, “I suck cock good.”

How would a guy suck a cock? The thought was so unexpected that John almost had a physical reaction. Nothing could have stopped him from turning around to look at the owner of the voice. 

He was young, clean shaven and good looking in the kind of way that teenage girls find attractive. The earnestness in his eyes surprised John. He was like a puppy wanting to please. Without speaking John moved his hand offering his now fully erect cock to this young clean shaven stranger. Within moments he found himself looking down at the top of his head as the young man kneeled in front of him and slid his lips down over his hard shaft. 

The sensation was familiar and foreign at the same time. The man wrapped his hand around his ass pulling Johns entire length into his mouth. John felt the head of his cock connect with the back of the man’s throat, something he had never experienced before. Slowly he withdrew his lips, sliding them wetly up his shaft to twirl his tongue over the head of John’s cock. John staggered against the wall of the toilet unable to fully support his weight. 

Leaning against the wall, gripping the sink, feeling the pressure of his nails against the porcelain John gave himself over to the insane sensations that were washing over him. For a split second he thought he heard the sound of a footstep. He had never even thought of what would happen if someone walked in on them, but it was nothing. The stranger hadn’t even noticed. He just kep right on worshipping John’s cock in a way that was unlike any woman. John’s fears vanished and he felt himself immersed in the sheer pleasure of the younger man’s lips on his cock. 

Involuntarily he found himself thrusting against the stranger’s mouth wanting to grip the back of his head and shove himself deep into his throat the way he would fuck a pussy. It was one of the best head jobs of his life. Surprisingly he felt the pressure of an orgasm building in his groin. A flicker of panic welled up in him. What was the protocol? Could he cum in this guy’s mouth? Was that OK? John knew that when he came it would be hard. For fun he had learned how to shoot his cum into his own mouth and he didn’t mind how he tasted, but women often had an issue with it. Did other guys?  

As if he sensed John’s conflict the stranger slid his lips off John’s cock and looked up at him for a moment, 

“I want to taste your cum.” His voice was earnest and his eyes pleading. John could sense the fear of rejection that was strong in him and, strangely, it comforted him. He still couldn’t speak but he nodded his consent. A flicker of pure pleasure passed through the stranger’s eyes and he eagerly returned to the object of his affection.

John could not suppress a groan of pleasure as the lips slid down over his shaft again, enveloping it in warmth and wetness. His tongue swirled over the head of John’s cock and he sucked the tip firmly for a few seconds before sinking his lips deeper and wrapping his arms greedily around John’s hips. John could feel his hunger for cum and strangely it stirred him deeper than he ever expected. Suddenly the pressure to cum was back, stronger than before. This time John didn’t fight it, but he held back for a little while, he wasn’t ready for this surreal experience to be over so quickly. The stranger sucked him even deeper, saliva had built up around his lips and it made a slick sound as he moved his head back and forth. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked and John felt the slight grazing of his teeth over his shaft. Every sensation felt magnified, time seemed to have stopped and John felt almost as if he could step out his own body. 

Finally he couldn’t hold back. The intense heat of his orgasm washed over him and he felt his cum jetting out of him against the back of the stranger’s throat. Greedily the stranger sucked every drop of his juice down giving little moans of pleasure as he sucked. John leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard as the orgasm continued to twitch through him. For the first time he noticed the stranger wanking himself. 

As the last fragments of orgasm ebbed away the stranger let John’s cock slide out of his lips and stood up beside him. Facing the wall he leaned one hand against the top of the urinal while his other hand worked frantically over his cock. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen a man wank himself before and it was strangely compelling. 

For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to return the favour and suck him dry just as he had been just moments before. But it was clear that this was not what the stranger wanted. For a moment their eyes met. The pleading look had disappeared and was replaced by drunken lust. 

“See how horny you made me,” the stranger murmured, “Watch me cum.” 

The lust in his eyes was compelling, John couldn’t stop himself from looking down at the hand working over the cock. He was unsure of what made a cock attractive but to him this one looked full proud and a little tasty. He became aware of the stranger’s heavy breathing as the speed of his strokes increased. Then everything went still as the orgasm wracked him. Cum jetted out of the stranger’s cock and hit the wall of the urinal as he gave soft grunts of pleasure. 

For a few moments the stranger leant over the urinal breathing heavily. His now flaccid cock slipped out of his fingers and a sticky string of cum stretched between the stranger’s fingers and his cock. John was rooted to the spot, unsure of the protocol. He responded to the strong urge to cover himself and, slightly dazed, he pulled up his shorts and straightened his t-shirt. 

“Thank – you,” the stranger followed his lead and adjusted his own clothing before turning and leaving. Still not sure how or exactly what had just happened John followed him out into the park. The sun was shining, noisy shouts of children enjoying the climbing frame nearby reached John’s ears bringing him back to reality. For a few moments he stood watching a woman jog past him with a dog following on a lead. Looking like a regular jogger, but with his mind spinning madly John went back to his jog.  

The Journey to Now – Another Door Opens 

One of my New Year’s Resolutions, if you want to call it that, is to continue to write the story of our journey. This next chapter introduces the people who will ultimately facilitate my journey from Mrs Jones to Gemma. If you want to catch up on the story so far hop over to the Journey to Now page for the links in order to the relevant posts 


As things wound down with Steve and Jenna we re-visited the big bad world of Internet dating and started looking for other people. During this time we kept visiting CI and exploring the world of swingers clubs. We had some very interesting experiences with various people. We were still very much learners and looking back now probably got into some situations that we may have avoided now. Some of the same old situations raised their heads, both of us don’t have the confidence to strike up conversations with perfect strangers and this made some of our evenings a little unsatisfying. Other issues like an inability to communicate about WHAT we wanted and to be confident about what was OK made it difficult. The old chestnut about playing only as a couple with people we both found attractive was prominent. At the time it hadn’t quite become the massive drag that it was to become later but it still caused some tension from time to time.
We met and chatted briefly to a couple who happened to live quite close to us. They ticked a lot of boxes. After a coffee between Sheree and myself we arranged for her and her husband, Wes, them to come for dinner the following weekend. The evening was a success. Dinner was relaxed, conversation flowed freely. On a friend level we clicked. Once dinner was finished and the dishes were cleared away things got a little awkward. Moving from friendly conversation to sexy fun is always a little odd. Over time we have gotten more used to posing and answering that question but back then it seemed like the elephant in the room. 

I came up with what I thought was a creative solution as I made after dinner coffee I asked Wes if he wanted anything else with his coffee. I thought I was being obvious but apparently not enough. Either that or he was determined not to jump to conclusions. Whatever the reason he replied politely that he was fine thanks. I was a little crestfallen thinking that I had been rejected but Sheree saved the day by not as subtly explaining to her husband his error. 

It turned out that he absolutely did NOT intend to turn me down but in fact the exact opposite. So after a relatively short time we found ourselves getting naked and down to business. The excitement of exploring with new people never seems to wear off but back then it still had that extra edge. It was refreshing to spend time with people who were comfortable being naked and comfortable with their sexuality. Discussing fantasies and things that were out of the ordinary did not seem so weird with these people. In short we felt comfortable and able to be ourselves.

Our idea back then was to find people that we could be friends with and also to fuck. Friends with benefits. It seemed like such a natural progression and our experiences had not given us any reason to think that it could be otherwise. These people lived quite close to us. They seemed like a regular couple until you got them naked and they had a good understanding of the need for decorum when the vanilla people were around. They were also the kind of people we didn’t mind introducing to our children in a vanilla setting. It seemed almost too good to be true. 

Our second meeting was just as sexy. We visited their house where they had set up two mattresses in their lounge room and had hired the movie 9 1/2 weeks. It turned out that the famous scene in the kitchen was one of Sheree’s ultimate fantasies. 

We made it to the food scene before we started exploring our own ideas and each other’s bodies. The movie put us in an experimental mood and I remember playing with ice cubes and other things. Wes thought to put an ice cube on my pussy but my severe reaction which involved me almost kicking him in the head quickly gave him second thoughts. To this day I have not been brace enough to allow anyone else to put ice near my clit. To anyone who may be reading this that is not a challenge.

When I look back and think about some of the things we held as fantasies, they seem so simple. In some ways I wish that we still were naive like that. Now sometimes the simple leasureable things get lost in concerns about how the other person might react and I don’t just mean Mr Jones. We were like a blank page waiting to have something drawn on us. It didn’t matter what was drawn. Back then I was very concerned with being attractive to other people. The idea of being choosy was something I understood but I didn’t practise. I didn’t have the confidence in myself. Being with Wes changed some of that. He was attentive and always seemed to say the right thing and fucking him felt amazing. Something about his cock felt so good inside me. Bing with him gave me more confidence in my own appeal and sexiness. I didn’t realise it at the time but these encounters were sowing the seeds that would grow into Gemma the sex goddess. 

TMI Tuesday – Just Some Random Stuff


1. True or False: Falling in love is a serious thing to do? Explain.

The older I get the more I am convinced that that the western idea of love is all fluffy kittens and unrealistic ideas about ‘sparks’ and everlasting fidelity. The reality is very very different. Love, at least the type that makes a marraige that lasts more than 8.7 years (the average length of a marraige according to the Australian Institute of Family Studies) is messy, complicated, gritty and sometimes just plain hard work. Very often fidelity, at least in the traditional sense of the word, is not a part of it.

So to answer the question, yes love is a serious thing. Marraige or committed partnership deals with some very serious stuff, substantial investments like houses and superannuation, the raising of children, facilitating careers, caring for elderly or ill parents and a whole bunch of other serious things. That first attraction, which many people think of as lust, that is not so serious, it can be very easy come, easy go. The trick is to not get the serious business of life, especially that part involving children, mixed up in it.

2. Finish this sentence: I never knew sweat  like this.

So I am 44 years old and apparently my body has decided that it is time to get ready for menopause. Not a sexy thing really. The thing I hate the most, the sweat. When everyone else is complaining that it is getting a bit warm I am starting to resemble a snowman on a sunny day and looking for the nearest fan. Not something that is great when you live in the subtropics and the humidity averages around 70%. Right now in the peak of Australian summer I am seriously in love with my air conditioner.

3. Would you rather swim with sharks that you know have recently bitten people or swallow live worms? Why did you make that choice?

Absolutely give me the sharks every day! Why? Because sharks are cool, in exactly the same way that bow ties are cool. (Yes I did just make a Dr Who Joke) 


There has been an apparent upsurge of shark attacks in Australian waters recently but the reality of most sharks is that they are not really interested in eating us. Like most animals that don’t have hands, sharks bite things sometimes just to find out what they are, just the same way as we often can’t keep our hands of something we are curious about.

 I have a friend who is a SCUBA diver and she adores diving with sharks because they like pats just as much as dogs. The only type of shark that you seriously need to avoid is a bull shark, they are just nasty. If it is a bull shark then I will take the worms. 

4. What is beautiful and most appealing about you?

An interesting question. I would like to think it is my personality and razor sharp wit. Although many people comment on my boobs or my ass. I dunno what do you all think? 

5. What time is it RIGHT NOW? What were you doing before you started to play TMI Tuesday?

Right now it is 9.29am on Tuesday. Just before I sat down to to this I was checking out campsites at a National Park that we are considering visiting during the Easter school holidays. I am a little excited about this trip as we haven’t done much camping or checking out of National Parks for a while. However I am not as excited as I am about the trip we are planning during June when we will be visiting Central Australia including Uluru and Kings Canyon. 

Bonus: Are you a little bit damaged? How so?

Everyone is a little bit damaged but as a good friend of mine once said; “all crayons write the same even when they are broken. “

Cuckhold

Urban Dictionary, that internet repository of popular wisdom gives several different definitions for the term cuckhold. This is my favourite one;

A husband or long term boyfriend who either likes to watch his wife with other men or is forced to watch. Often there are different levels of humiliation involved such as chastity, financial, sissification, etc. Terms surrounding cuckold include cuckolded, hotwife, bull, lover, etc.

I don’t like to think of myself as having a ‘type’ but when considering prospective partner there are a few characteristics that are known weaknesses. One of them is baldness, another is size. Not just penis size but physical size. I am not a short woman, nor am I slender but on the odd occasion that I meet a man who can manhandle me…. well you get the picture. One of the first men I met on my journey into non-monogamy was such a man, but we digress. 

Big Al is one such man. He doesn’t have the height of others in my past but he has the breadth and physical strength. He is or was a fireman, did I mention the two uniforms that I find the most attractive are firemen and the high visibility type that miners and road construction workers wear? 


I met him on an internet dating site. The details aren’t important but what is important is that after a while we met in person at a meet and greet evening. Of course the group we were with ended up at a strip club. It was my first visit to such a venue and I was a little preoccupied with observing the technique of professional pole dancers but not so much that I could ignore him. The vibe of the evening was unusual for us (meaning Mr and Mrs Jones). We are used to swingers clubs where everything is on the table but even though this was a self proclaimed group of swingers we were still a little unsure of the signals. Maybe it was because we were in a mainstream venue I am not sure but I managed to communicate my interest, to the bemusement of the dancer who was talking to us. He had communicated his but that night was not the right time. 

The right time came later after some negotiations, otherwise known as flirting. We found ourselves in a hotel room, thanks to an unexpected last minute house guest. To start with things seemed awkward, I guess he wasn’t used to the concept of “hello let’s fuck” but after two years of meeting Pet in a hotel room I kind of expect to get jumped as soon as I walked in the door. We kissed in the doorway of the bathroom and then somehow went from fully clothed and standing upright to me in a bikini and him in boxers. There was some discussion of checking out the hotel pool until I asked the question “Really? You want to swim?”

Then he was kneeling between my legs as I sprawled on the bed. He pulled aside the crotch of my bikini so that he could examine me before he started to run his tongue around my cunt. He was good, there is nothing like the feel of a tongue giving just the right pressure, he held my hips and explored deeper as I writhed in response to him. I could feel the buildup of pressure but I fought it. I wasn’t sure if he knew what to expect. Despite my best efforts I felt s small jet of warm liquid escape, his response was to to grip me harder and bury his face deeper. I relaxed a little and let more of my juice squirt into his mouth, he drank it all greedily before licking me clean and standing over me telling me what a good girl I was. 

Another trigger point. This man seemed to be ticking so many boxes, I didn’t have a hope. I sat up and removed the last of my clothingas he pulled down his shorts. His cock was hard as a rock and stuck out straight in front of him. I pulled him towards me so that I could explore him with my lips and tongue, swilling my tongue around the head of his cock before sliding my lips down his warm velvety shaft. My throat opened slightly as I pressed my lips against his belly holding his entire length inside my mouth for a moment before I started moving up and down his cock alternating between taking his entire length in my mouth and gripping his shaft with one hand while I teased his head. 

His excitement infected me as I sucked him I could not resist humping the bed like a dog in heat. Everything was so sexy and I was so caught up in everything. We separated for a moment and he suggested a breather but I couldnt stop. I rolled over and out my ass in the air demanding without words a good hard fucking. I wanted to be pounded with the cock that I had sucked so well. 

He didn’t dissapoint. He filled me with his cock, holding my hips as he eased himself into me. The room was filled with the sound of my groans of pleasure. His balls slapped against my clit in time with his thrusts sending small shudders of pleasure through me. I felt myself becoming engulfed by his power and strength. It was what I had been searching for without realising. I felt complete.

After a couple of sharp slaps on my arse he eased himself out of me and pulled me on top of him. For a moment we wrestled as he tried to slide his cock inside me, I resisted playing his cock over my clit triggering small gushes of liquid that covered his belly and slid down over his hips to leave we spots on the bed. He loved it grunting with pleasure and encouraging me to cover him in my juices. 

“We need to send your Hubby some pictures of you being fucked by your Bull.” He said.

I reached for my phone and handed it to him unlocking it so that he could take pics. For longer than I expected he gave instructions about looking at him and complimenting me on the way my hair fell. I ground my hips into his filling myself with his cock and moaning with pleasure. Subconsciously I leaned back putting pressure on my G-spot triggering a jet of liquid over his belly. His arousal reverberated through me awakening a desire to feel his orgasm. It is like a primal urge in me the desire to watch an man’s face as he climaxes inside me. The sensation of his climax often triggers my own.

This time it wasn’t to be. We were new lovers and things were a little awkward still. Sometimes these things take a little practise. I was rewarded with a view of his cum jetting out of his cock towards my mouth as he wanked himself to full climax. I slid my lips down over his shaft letting his cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. He seemed to climax forever. Just when he was still and I thought he was done another spasm would shudder through him. I had not seen multiple orgasms in a man since my experiences with Mr Fix It. It was a beautiful thing to see such decadent pleasure in a man and to know that I was the reason that he was reaching those heights. Quickly I snapped a photo of his cum dripping down my chin to send to my husband to let him know that I was covered in another man’s cum. If he had been there I would have kissed him and filled his mouth with Big Al’s cum to let him taste the sweetness of him. Maybe next time. 

One Door Closes 


Our relationship with Kurt and Renee was fairly sporadic. They lived in a completely different town from us and visited the “Big Smoke” occasionally. Our nights with them when they were planned were always preceded with great excitement and anticipation. Just prior to starting our “Journey down the Rabbit hole” I had discovered the murky world of Internet chatting and apps on Facebook that hooked up random people interested in some kind of less than platonic relationships. 
I was essentially a stay at home parent during this time meaning I had plenty of time on my hands to spend chatting. Some of that time was spent with Steve and occasionally Kurt. Steve was an enthusiastic participant in online flirting and it was definitely a great ego boost to be told how attractive I was. 

It is a strange thing now that I look back but in those days my standards were relatively relaxed. I was more concerned with being attractive to other people than I was with how attractive they were to me. The idea of being picky and having a bucket list was completely alien to me. I was perfectly happy to experience someone different and be reassured that I was attractive to them. Around that time I sometimes mucked around on Facebook app called ‘Tagged’ which was a bit like the modern day Tinder. As an extension of that I started chatting with some guys on MSN. Most of these guys were people who I would never consider meeting with then or now. Oddly enough most of them never really suggested a face to face meeting. 
Steve had a rostered day off once every fortnight and so I spent a bit of time chatting with him. We talked about a lot of stuff some sexy some more mundane and every day. We became more like friends that got together and fucked. Both Mr Jones and I were not unhappy with this situation. We are not very socially skilled people and our circle of friends is quite small. So any additions are always welcomed. 
Over the course of time we met several more times with Steve and Jenna. It also became apparent that Steve was more enthusiastic about these encounters than Jenna. At that time in her life Jenna was not happy in general. She was very unsatisfied in her job and was struggling with her home life. In short she was exhausted and just didn’t have the energy for swinging. Unlike Steve it was less of a priority for her.
On one occasion we visited them to help them move house. We had arranged to spend the night and as we were heading to bed Steve raised the possibility of a play. Jenna made it very clear that Se was not interested but stopped short of forbidding Steve from participating. Mr Jones and I were not interested in getting involved in one of those messy situations where one partner says everything is fine when it clearly is not and so we made excuses and retreated. 
We met as a foursome a couple of times after that but often it was complicated to organise dates. Steve would be keen and suggest a couple of dates and then when I messaged to confirm them Jenna would act like they hadn’t been planned and they had made other plans. Once this had happened we decided that it was time to move on. Things were finally settled when a date had been planned with both of them and a few days before hand Jenna reneged on the deal stating that she had not agreed in the first place. During the conversation I was given the very strong impression that she felt that Steve was bulldozing her into swinging when all she really wanted to do was hang out at nudist retreats and nude beaches. 
Even now much further into our journey I have yet to visit a nude beach. I know from talking to many swingers both in person and on line that nude beaches can be great places to have some sexy fun but I also know that some nudists are very careful not to advertise this. They want to keep some aspect of respectability to their lifestyle. Nude beaches don’t hold a lot of attraction for me. Nudity on yachts and other outdoor places is ok. Nudity on an isolated beach also ok. Going to specified nude beaches just doesn’t hold an attraction for me. In the case of Jenna and Steve I feel that they were nudists first and dabbled in swinging as an experiment. Jenna enjoyed it for a while but she is predominantly a nudist. The swinging is the icing on the cake. 
After a couple of cancelled dates Steve realised that he needed to get his marriage in order and he and Jenna revisited their roots at some nudist resorts. This seemed to sort stuff out for them but she was still not interested in play. Steve invited us to join them at a nudist resort for the weekend but I explained to him that I was a swinger not a nudist and that was really the end of things for us. Like most things in life it was a great learning experience. So we chalked it up to experience, Mr Jones ticked some things of his sexual fantasy list and we moved on.