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No idea who this is, you said you retweeted, can you please contact me! Thank you!

Seriously, here are a few of my favorite things that I would spend $300 on, you know... if I wasn't giving blow jobs from now until who knows when.

1. Nexus G-play (large, of course) - G-spot Vibrator. Oh god, yes.

2. Couture Collection Inspire - Massager. I like that this has the word couture in it. Couture + my pussy = love.

3. Pink Water - Water based Lubricant. Sounds so delicate and lovely.

and last, but certainly not least.

4. Pleasure Pearls Butt Plug. There are no words.

Body Paint & Double Fisting the Booze

Often, I like to go out to our local lounge when they have these funky theme nights. One night, Cara and I went out and it was some animal print body painting extravangaza. Also that night, I got so completely drunk. Beyond anything. What am I doing here, trying to fly?

Oh yeah, this was just the beginning of the all girl "sleep over" we had that night. It was amazzzzzzzing.

A New Swing Set

To me, there is nothing hotter than seeing my husband getting pleasured by another woman. That may seem totally crazy to you, and that's fine. I like the feelings I get from watching it. It wasn't always easy though. In the beginning, I didn't know how to handle it. What if she did it better? What if he ended up liking her? We quickly learned that talking about how you are feeling is the best way to work through it. We wanted this lifestyle, why not make our own rules?

The first time we decided to swing, it just sort of happened. We were on vacation and met a couple there, pool side. It was your typical summer afternoon, sitting by the pool, having drinks. They were swingers, we were newly married. Instead of referring to them as "the other husband & wife", I will call them Jim & Nancy. Close enough to their real names.

Jim was a flirt. He had no problem expressing his feelings. When he said "damn" as I bent over to pick up my towel... I swear, HB was about to whoop his ass! Until Jim's wife, Nancy, chimed in and said "I know, right? Her ass looks amazing!". This was a little reassuring to HB, like, oh okay, nancy isn't mad, so it's all good.

The day continued on with comments and the like. They asked us if we'd like to go out for drinks that evening and we said of course. One thing led to another that night and we ended up back at their suite. They told us their story in short. They were swingers... I guess you could say they introduced us to the idea of it. It was weird at first and definitely different from how I was raised. Goody church girl.

Nancy actually initiated the contact with my husband first. I sort of sat back and watched... not really sure what the hell to do. I mean... this isn't really something I ever thought I would be doing. Only for tonight, I would tell myself.

She got on her knees, pulled down his pants.. I wanted to stop her but I couldn't.. I was intrigued. HB was hard as fuck!! Kinda jealous... was he moaning?! She gave him an insane blow job.... before telling him to eat her out. EXCUSE ME! I actually had spoke up and said "Uh, I'm not sure about this". I was feeling super uncomfortable at the time. HB said it was fine, let's just have some fun, only for tonight. I said OK.

He laid her down on the bed and ate her out... he used all the tricks in the damn book it seemed like. She was moaning and moving all over the place. Jim was rubbing her tits and himself... I was still unsure of what to do. That was, until Jim scooted towards me and started caressing my pussy. Oh my god. This can't be happening.

Nancy said she was going to cum and for HB to stop. Then... she said those two words: Fuck me!

Are we going to go that far? Will that ruin our marriage? Before I could even answer those questions in my head, my husband was fucking another woman. She told him his cock felt amazing. That made Jim super determined to fuck me... and that he did. It happened so quickly but he actually had me hanging off the bed, my face was smashed into the carpet and he was fucking me from behind. It was insane. Absolutely insane.

HB & Nancy were done and Jim came so hard, we both fell completely off the bed....

After we all caught our breath, Nancy said "let's all hop in the shower". We took turns washing each other off... and HB and I went back to our room... unsure of how to begin the conversation... so, uh...

This was never going to happen again, I told him. I didn't want to cheat on him anymore.. but wait, did we both cheat? What the hell... I was super naive and had no idea what to make of it... Nothing made any sense until I stopped trying to make sense of it.

I actually enjoyed it. HB enjoyed it. Could this be the start of some weekend fun once in a while?

Oh if I only knew then what I know now. :)

When the mouse is away, the pussy plays.

Hb is out of town this week for business. This could only mean one thing, play time! The lounge for drinks & home to relax. Not alone, though. Cara has been spending the nights here at my place. Hb called when Cara and I were... a little busy and I actually answered. I gave him a play by play in between breaths about what was going on. He is staying in NYC, told me about the weather, and before he hung up, he mentioned a girl he met in the hotel lounge. He didn't bring her back tonight but he might attempt tomorrow night. Good for him. He didn't get a chance to tell me much, he had to go to bed for an early rise, but my curiousity is peaked.

Will let you know how his rendezvous goes, if it goes.

Not your typical blog, I'd say

I've always kept a journal and faced the humiliation from friends. Who writes in an actual journal anymore, right? Well I do.. or I did. They told me to get with the program, go with blogger. I was debating what I should write about on this blog. Should I really GO THERE and tell about my situation, as awkward as it was. I mean, seriously. It's not everyday you meet a woman or a man who are as open with their sexuality and lifestyle as we are. I was coerced into writing about just that. My life. No sugar coating, no fib telling, straight up every day life.

I do try to hold back a little bit with the cursing. Not sure you want to come here and read a bunch of f* bombs. There's a time and a post for that however.

I'm not sure how to label things. Should I just consider my entire blog NSFW or certain posts? Not really sure. I'll just go along with it like I do everything else.

The Lounge & The Girl

I remember the first time I started exploring my options. From the beginning, HB and I were always honest with each other. I would tell him that I wanted to have fun and by that, he knew what I meant. There were some weekends where we would just do our own thing. I loved going downtown to this sexy, dark, smoke filled lounge. This is where the sophisticated people went, or this is what I thought. It was a very classy looking place, away from the dance party, club scene I usually frequent.

I remembered the night I met Cara. She knew EXACTLY what I wanted and exactly how to give it. She was soft when she wanted to be, kind and sexy as hell. She was my go-to girl. The kind of girl you could always rely on.

I was at the lounge having a cocktail, when I saw her. She was sitting by herself too. Holy crap. She was hot! I have learned that you will never get what you want unless you ask. I walked up to her, told her she was my new lover, and we both laughed. Ice officially broken. We spent the evening getting drunk off our asses, listening to jazz and flirting carelessly.

That was, until she pointed out someone to me. Who was he? We had no clue and that was exciting. He kept eyeing us, what a perv... I seriously thought. He introduced himself and asked what we were doing there. "Isn't it obvious?" I replied. I get some sass in my talk when I'm drunk. I think that peaked his interest. Men can be weird like that. "You're wearing a ring, are you two married?" he asked. I smirked.

What balls he has for asking these questions so quickly.. but I shrugged it off as having too much to drink. He was fine, anyway. "I'm married, yes, but not to her. She's just a girl friend." I said quickly, not meaning how it sounded. I just met her... damn.

"I'd pay to see that!" the fine man replied. Like I haven't heard that before. I shrugged him off, turned around away from him and finished up my drink.. until Cara nudged me again.. Seriously? Are you kidding?  She apparently thought our first night together should include this weird man who had a thing for girl on girl. It was a challenge and I can never turn down a challenge.. so we went for it. Straight to a hotel.

Do you think we gave him a night to remember? Of course we did. That started our exciting, wild, relationship...

How did I get to be so naughty?

I can't stand routine. I suppose that is why I often find myself trying new things, going to new places.

The "same old thing" seems like a curse, no offense.. Then again, if you didn't want to read the blog, you wouldn't be here.

I'm a confident woman. I am more honest with myself than I ever thought I would be. I'm okay with trying new things, once, twice or often. Being stuck is just not for me. I'm often asked why we decided to get married. We love each other. Our definition of love may not be what you would describe for a typical relationship/marriage. We don't want to live without each other but we do allow each other to play. No strings, no holding each other back. I'll explain more on that later.

This is a place where I can share my adventures. No names, no faces, just honest to god, back breaking, bone chilling, make you sweat, adventures that are a part of my life.

Stay tuned.