So there I was on top of you, carefully positioned so he could straddle your legs while still being between mine. It took a few adjustments, but he eventually got in and started thrusting. It was crazy intense!
I know we did cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy-style, him doing me from behind with me hanging my head over the edge of the bed, spooning, then positioned at the end of the bed so we could both watch him enter me in the mirrored headboard. We both loved that.
If opening up your relationship is a fantasy you hope to make a reality, you might imagine that having sex with other people is all fun and easy. Just mix three or more horny people together and let the carnal geometry unfold. If only!
The empathy piece is a big factor for both of us. Maybe we struggle to come from oral simply because it’s hard for us to sit back and greedily enjoy anything. We’re both givers by nature, not takers. Maybe we’re just too nice to be good swingers.
Yes, I remember that night. I wanted so badly for him to put his gorgeous cock in me, but I felt like I wasn’t allowed to take that next step until you were in the room.
At one party, I was grinding with a dude who told me to check out his shorts. It felt like he had a baseball bat on his leg! He grabbed my ass and asked how much I could take. I said nine inches was about my max. He said ‘I’m packing at least ten, but I promise to be gentle’.
Anal sex hasn’t exactly been an obsession of mine. While I think of it as very intimate, the act itself just doesn’t seem worth all the trouble. Every guide to anal sex talks about the importance of going slow, and using lots of lube, because the potential for pain and injury is always present. That seems like a lot of distraction when you’re just trying to have some fun.
I, as usual, was the first person naked at our party. I lay on the massage table with two handsome men rubbing me down, one of whom took his cock out so I could suck it while he stroked my breasts.
It’s alarming for a man when you see a boob and it’s erotically indistinguishable from an elbow. When your wife says, “I’ll do anything you want,” and you can’t actually think of anything that would turn you on, you feel a deep sense of panic. But I wasn’t the only one who was struggling to get sexually motivated.
We’re 57 and 42, for the record. Age has always been something we have to think about a little more than the average couple. If I had been eighteen and you thirty-three when we got together, it would have been scandalous. Fifteen and thirty, and it would have been illegal!