August 31: Labor Day, Lusty Night

After another rough week dealing with relationship, health, and financial issues, Ellen suggested I go out to the club up north. She had wanted to go, too, but she had various minor health reason that prevented her from having intercourse with anyone. Feeling horny but unable to partake of Ellen's particular delights, I decided to go. Mona would be there, and I looked forward to her lovely TLC and great sexual energy to get me out of my funk.

I arrived early and watched the Sex Olympics out in the garden, in which Ron and Kelly both participated along with a number of other men and women in various events involving blow jobs, toys, and eating pussy. It was interesting to watch but not particularly sexy or exciting. Fortunately Mona arrived and rescued me from ennui. I went with her to the locker room, where she changed into a sexy string skirt and cute colorful bra-like top and G-string, and we wandered out to the garden to chat with people. It was a luau theme night, but as we talked we learned that the yurt was also going to be open and set up as a dungeon for some BDSM that night. We decided to check it out.

There was a St. Andrews Cross flogging station, a wooden "horse" bench to lay over for what I later learned would be electric play, and it was getting me hot and bothered. Fortunately there was a basket of condoms at hand, so after some heavy petty I told Mona to lie down on the massage table that was at hand—a perfect height and good option in lieu of a froggy chair—and I pulled her G-string to the side and thrust my hard cock into her, fucking her hard. It was fun, especially because it wasn't at all clear whether the yurt was ready for play and we might get "caught". A couple of body-quaking orgasms later (for Mona) I pulled out and helped her to her feet. Leaving the yurt we ran into a single guy and told him with chuckle that he'd missed the show!

Well, we chitchatted again, had dinner, watched the Sex Olympics awards and poi eating contest, and finally the music started and we headed out onto the dance floor for some erotic orgasmic dancing. We both relish the public finger-fucking and nipplegasms that send Mona into ecstasy as she thrusts against my hand in time to the music, and it never fails to get me hard while igniting other couples passions around us.

We decided to go out and see what the action was like in the yurt. There were three stations, and about a dozen people watching as one woman was flogged on the St. Andrews Cross, another woman was enjoying fire play on the massage table, and a third woman was experiencing the tingles of an electric wand on the wooden horse. Mona was intrigued by the fire play, as was I, but since I have yet to shave or wax all of my body hair I knew I wasn’t a candidate for that. Instead I opted for the electric wand, which was the first station to come open. The woman wielding the wand was well versed in its use, and the sensation as she touch different erogenous zones was amazing. Behind the knees, my upper thighs, my ass cheeks, my neck and scalp, and then closer and closer to groin, teasing me and zeroing in on my balls and perineum; this sent me rattling and roiling in a near orgasmic spasm. It reminded me of my reaction to hot wax—I liked the intensely focused sensations. Mona watched and enjoyed my reactions, but declines to partake—she was more interested in the fire play.

She lay out on the table before the muscular bald Master-of-the-Fire, and he initiated her by first gently and quickly burning away the fine hairs on her legs, thighs, belly and chest. The smell of burnt hair wafted through the air, a scent that was oddly compelling in this setting. Then he began more concentrated and intense touches of the torch and waves of his hands. Mona squirmed as he focused on her nipples, gasping with surprise and pleasure mixed with fear—this was fire touching her. Then he sent the torch down to her part legs and again brought gasps of mingled pleasure and pain. She was certainly enjoying it, and trusted his confident technique—he never stopped whispering to her and assuring her that she was safe.

Mona reached the end of the play as I did—body alive to the new erotic sensation, but ready for more traditional fingers, mouths, cock and cunt. I still wanted to try the flogging station, but the flogger was another guy, and I wanted a woman to flog me, so we watched a bit longer as a sexy French Canadian couple took their turns with the electric wand and the fire table. We compared our experiences afterward, and agreed that it was an area worth exploring more.

After the yurt dungeon, Mona and I headed to the hot tub, where we met an attractive Persian couple that really intrigued me; he spoke English well and had lived in the US for a while, but his pretty buxom partner had just arrived from Iran. Apparently not everything is as it seems in Iran. We were soon joined by three younger couples, some of whom were new to the club and the lifestyle. One beautiful blond woman was totally new and uncertain. As we all made small talk, Mona and I caressed each other under the water; Mona stroked my hard cock and I fingered her, sucking her nipples until she came. This got the others interested; another lovely blond woman started kissing the new girl, who was unsettled, obviously caught between liking the erotic and sensuous touch and the breaking of a taboo. Another couple sat on the edge of the hot tub watching as the man finger-fucking his pretty sexy brunette partner. The new woman by now was straddling her partner, gently humping him in the water and kissing. A Canadian couple I’d been interested in the very first time I was at the club with Ellen (see Going and Coming Together) had just finished playing upstairs and were revived—he asked new girl if he could touch her and she blushed and panted and said "I don't know how to say no." to which we replied in unison "Just like that!"

I was getting overheated and had to get out of the water, sitting on the side, which gave Mona a perfect position to take me into her mouth and give me great head. I got a fantastic view of her lovely mouth plunging down my cock while also watching as the new guy went down on his partner as she floated spread eagle in hot tub, coming to a series of intense orgasms. I was close, too; it was such a strong erotic current in the hot tub, and Mona and I had gotten it started with our play and energy, which was a head rush.

After a while Mona and I were ready for a change of scenery and headed for a very extended froggy chair fuck at top of stairs. Again we seemed to garner more than our share of attention as we had lots of amused and interested looks from other couples and groupings. The resident triad and their playmates of the moment were in an upper bunk area nearby and I saw Dana leaning out to watch us and smiling down at me. I could see her and her friends in the mirror behind Mona’s head watching intently and with evident enjoyment and bemusement at Mona’s ecstatic cries and moans. We had an audience again, and it only served to feed our already intense erotic energy.

At one point Mark and Beth (they were my first full swap with Ellen) walked by after finishing their fuck. Both had big sexy smiles for us, and Beth had certainly had seen my progress over the months. As I was fucking Mona to another body-racking orgasm Mark gave me a big slap on the back and a "You go, dude" for encouragement and brotherhood. I felt like I was finally myself—the confident and enthusiastic lover that I had so lost touch with—and a fully-fledged member of the club!

After our long loud bout of fucking fun, it was break time. Fluid, food, and chitchat with Bill and Kelly down on the dance floor. Then we were back in the hot tub chatting and gently caressing each other before drying off and finding a cozy spot to settle in for the night. We played a bit, and Mona gave me a wonderful blow job that ended with me cumming hard and loud. As I came down to earth, we listened to others play while caressing and dozing. I slept well, content and cozy with Mona’s warm body snuggled up beside me.

In the morning we awoke and played leisurely. Mona wanted to blow me again, and I had extended dry orgasms. I knew I wasn't going to ejaculate (she wanted her morning protein) but I told her I thought I now better understood female orgasms, the roiling multiple peaks that seem to connect one after the other in a long series. For me they weren’t as mind-blowing and deeply intensely centered as when I ejaculate, but they were whole body racking and incredibly pleasurable in a very different way. I told Mona she'd put me in touch with my inner cunt; she laughed at that. Then it was time to leave, so we had a quick shower, dressed and parted ways after a last passionate kiss by her car.

The morning’s experience left me feeling tingling and wanting more, something I hadn't really experience but that Ellen had said happens to her for days after going out to play. And it is holding true for me, too. I'd really like to share the energy with Ellen! But that evening, after some initial kissing and caressing and playfulness, Ellen redirected me to go do story-time for the boys, and that broke the mood. I dutifully ceased and headed downstairs, and the moment passed, which is sadly all too common at home.

I knew that we needed to get out of the house and out of our normal routines if we wanted to rekindle passion between us. I also knew that I had to overcome Ellen’s normal reticence and diversionary techniques if we were going to rediscover our positive sexual energy. We’d managed to do so on a few occasions this last year, but I also sensed that we were growing apart rather than growing together, that the limits within our relationship were more rigid than those with others, and overcoming those required us to lower our barriers and be vulnerable and willing. I knew I was still hesitant with Ellen—she has a unique ability to make me feel inept as a lover, and I haven’t like that feeling, so I avoid reaching out or else I am hesitant, which is not my usual nature. Mona has helped me rediscover myself as a creative, open-minded and skilled lover, and it is this I want to share with Ellen most of all. After all, it is Ellen whom I share my life with, and it is with her I seek the deepest intimacy and connection. 

August 17: Hot and Bothered at the Raunchy Motel

Ellen and I had had a rough week and at the last minute I canceled my Wednesday night Air Sex date with Mona at the club up north because Ellen and I weren’t in a good place. We were planning to go out together on Saturday night to the club and try to reconnect, but unfortunately Ellen was not feeling up to it on Friday. She suggested that I go out alone, perhaps to the club down south since I’d have an easier time as a single male there. I agreed, not without some mixed feelings.

On Friday, I sent Mona a text letting her know my plans on the off chance that she might be interested in meeting up at the club. She was at a music festival at a nudist resort in the mountains a few hours away from there for the weekend. To my surprise and relief (after canceling our earlier date at short nortice), Mona responded with enthusiasm, and we made plans to meet up at the club, which she’d not been to before.

That day on the drive down, I took a break at a rest stop and texted Mona, letting her know that I was on the way and that I planned to stay the night at a funky motel; the same one Ellen normally stayed at and played at with Ron and Nora after visits to the club. Ellen and I had stayed there together once before, too, after our gang bang back in March. I asked Mona if she wanted to meet up for dinner, or at the club, or at the motel and head to the club together, and she opted out of dinner but said she’d meet me at the motel. She also inquired about the club’s dress code, since it was more of a night club than the one we normally met at. I assured her that anything she wore would be sexy and appropriate for the club.

I grabbed a quick bite to eat at a local joint near the motel, then checked in, texted Mona the room number, and stretched out on the bed for a catnap after the long drive down; I figured it would be a late night. Mona arrived about an hour later, knocking gently on the door. I opened it to find Mona wearing a sexy come-hither grin and a white summer skirt and halter. We kissed deeply and held each other tightly as my hands roamed and discovered that she was wearing no panties, and then I pulled her in and closed the door. She looked great, but she was nervous about going to a new club not looking her best—the outfit she had was more summer picnic than sexy sophisticated night club. I assured her it didn’t matter, but as we got more and more distracted with each other, Mona suggested that we just stay in and take advantage of the bed and the privacy, and save a few bucks in cover charge.

Well, I’d been keen to explore the club with Mona, and the suggestion to stay in sort of threw me. Ellen expected that we would go to the club, and probably meet up with Ron and Nora, who were almost always there on weekends unless they went to the club up north. At the same time, I considered Mona’s hesitation about how she looked and knew from Ellen that women like to feel confident when they go out for the night. Then there was the fact that Ellen herself had played with Ron (along with Nora, since they always went out together) on numerous occasions at the same motel; post club and morning sex was all part of her weekend fun. And the fact that I’d already paid for the room and wouldn’t have to pay my cover charge at the club, saving a few bucks. And besides, what did it matter where we fucked? I heard Ellen’s rationalizations about motel sex the first time with Ron and Nora, which hadn’t really set well with me. I recalled her comments about how plans sometimes change or evolve unexpectantly and that she likes to go with the flow. All of these rationalizations, along with Mona’s hot kisses and caresses, overcame the voice of caution about the change of plans, and soon we were naked and on the bed.

We had fun! A long night of fucking, sucking, licking, thrusting, humping, Mona coming over and over again. At one point I was finger-fucking her pussy to a series of orgasms, seeking and finding her G-spot, and she squirted into my cupped palm and onto the bed, leaving a wet spot. “Good thing we have two beds,” she panted, giggling, before I brought her to another wet orgasm as my fingers thrust in her and my palm slapped and splashed against her swollen pussy lips.

In between long bouts of passion, we cuddled and caressed and talked. In one sense it felt cozy and natural being there with Mona outside of the club atmosphere. On the other hand, the little voice in my head kept distracting me; it also felt illicit there in a seedy motel with another woman. And as much fun as we had, and as great as Mona is in giving head, I couldn't seem to reach that point of no return and really come hard. I had a series of dry orgasms, but not the body racking, soul shaking orgasm I really needed.

It was very late when I asked Mona whether she still planned to drive back to the resort, which had been her plan. She didn’t think driving in the mountains in the wee hours of the morning was a good idea, and neither did I, so we cuddled up and settled in for the night. I’d told Ellen that Mona wasn’t planning on staying the night, and here was another change of plans. Not a big deal, I thought as I hushed the voice in my head and drifted off to sleep with Mona pressed tightly next to me.

In the morning, I woke both antsy and horny. I woke Mona with a nipplegasm and some tasty pussy licking, followed by a vigorous fuck. The antsiness began to overcome my fun and I was keen to get going but Mona was keen to reciprocate and really wanted me to cum. Her talented and tenacious blow job brought me close over and over, but I couldn't get me off. I was too unsettled, and regretfully told her so. “I’m missing my protein shake this morning,” she pouted playfully after releasing my cock from her lips. After a shower and soapy gropes, Mona got dressed and we kissed goodbye. I’d had a lot of fun with her but was happy to be alone to sort out my feelings. I checked out of the motel, had a good breakfast and set out for the long drive north, mulling over the events and my actions.

When I got home, Ellen came out of the house to greet me and we sat on the bench in the yard and talked about the night. I told her everything immediately, wanting to be completely honest. Ellen wasn't pleased but didn't make a big deal since she understood the rationalizations and practical issues, although she did suggest I could have called or texted. I apologized to her, still not exactly clear what line was crossed but nonetheless aware that my own uneasiness with the night and her reaction were cause enough to seek forgiveness. Ironically, Ellen was faced with a very similar scenario a week later with Ron and Nora at the very same motel—Nora suggested they stay in and play—but Ellen couldn't text me to check in because I'd gone camping with kids and wasn't textable. So they went to club, but Ellen understood my dilemma and I understood her point about plans changing and us being flexible. All in all it was a good lesson and a reminder to us both about the importance of clear expectations and timely communication, and the risk of rationalizing away that voice in ours heads urging caution.

August 10. The Gift that Keeps Giving and a Four-way Swap

Mona and I had a date to meet up at the club planned for the following Wednesday, so I was surprised to get a text from her asking if I planned to go to the party on the upcoming Saturday night. It hadn't been my intention, but Ellen was still out of action for a bit longer and she encouraged me to go. I was pleasantly surprised, but grateful for Ellen's support, particularly since she seemed to recognize how beneficial my recent experiences were for my sense of confidence and my ego. I felt as if I had rediscovered myself as a lover, as a sexual being, much as she had when she first started going out alone. And I really appreciated Ellen's selflessness and consideration. After all, she would be with the kids while I got to play. I knew she was feeling envious after a hiatus from the clubs for various medical reasons, although she'd had a recent play time with Bill and Kelly at their house, which was a first non-club, non-hotel venue for sex with others.

So I headed North to the club, enjoying the sense of expectation of seeing Mona again. We were splitting the couples party fee; I didn't feel right having her pay my way, nor did I feel it appropriate to pay for her, since spending our money on a partner is pretty much reserved for Ellen and me. I clarified this with Mona as we met up together at the club entrance...after exchanging a passionate kiss hello, of course.

The party theme was belly dancing. I planned to ware my Shalwar Kameez that I'd gotten during a recent work trip to South Asia. Mona, who has been taking belly dancing lessons, showed up with a very sexy belly dancing outfit with long ropy and very revealing skirt that, once she'd gotten into it, barely covered her naked ass and pussy. She had a short halter-like covering for her tits and shoulders that left her midriff bare. I'm a sucker for a sexy bare midriff!

Mona and I were planning to spend the night together for the first time, and I had brought a sheet and blanket to share. While getting changed out of our street clothes and into our various get-ups, a couple dressed in full Arabian Nights costume—him in a Sheikh's turban and flowing robes, she in a Scheherazade costume with full wig and half veil—came over to say hello to Mona. I was introduced to Jim and Karen, whom Mona had played with one morning a few weeks previously. They were keen to get together with Mona again and Karen's body language made it clear that she was interested in me, too. Mona let me know later that she was willing but didn't want to spend a lot of time with them; she really wanted to be with me this evening. That was fine with me, although I was definitely intrigued by Karen; I sensed a very erotic energy from her, and an enticing face and body beneath that costume.

We chatted with a variety of people over cocktails, including Sara, with whom Mona traded insights into the delights of coconut oil as a lubricant. We ended up sitting with Karen and Jim for dinner. Jim is the dominant in that relationship, and Karen does his bidding. At one point, Mona went for another drink and to chat with the belly dancers who were about to perform—she knew one of them from her class—and Jim told Karen to sit next to me...in Mona's seat. And to pay some attention to me. Well, that lead to some passionate kissing and groping between me and Karen until Mona returned. “Oh,” she said as she took in the scene. I drew back from Karen and gave Mona a reassuring smile, and Karen moved back to her seat to enjoy the floorshow. Mona sat next to me and I gave her a kiss and told her I was all hers if she wanted.

The belly dancers took to the floor, each in their turn. One was more traditional and had the voluptuous body just made for belly dancing. The other was more lithe and mixed in some burlesque moves; she was sexy as hell, and mesmerizing. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Karen leaning back against Jim, and without anyone touching her she had an intense orgasm just watching the dancer! Now she was someone I knew I wanted to play with!

After the floorshow, the dancing began. Mona and I are good together on the dance floor—we danced apart, together, freely and flirtatiously. Jim and Karen occasionally joined in with us. As the vibes got more and more erotic I took the opportunity to suck on Mona's nipples and to finger-fuck her to a series of orgasms on the dance floor, which we both love doing. I eventually stripped down to a sexy pair of white lace-up shorts that I was wearing, and Mona, being inventive, “borrowed” some coconut oil from Sara, whose source was the chef Jefferey, and with a dollop on her hand, proceeded to reach into my shorts for my hard cock and give me a luscious hand-job in return. I could have come in her hand there on the dance floor but steeled myself to holding off; I was only just getting started with what seemed to be a very promising evening.

On the balcony overlooking the dance floor there was a sex toy display and demonstration area. We decided to check it out before heading up to play, and there we saw Karen on a mattress getting fucked to orgasm after orgasm by a large mechanical dildo on a piston while Jim watched. Next to her was a woman mounted on and enjoying the hell out of a Sybian. I loved watching and I encouraged Mona to try them out, but she said she really isn't into toys. “I'm afraid they'd be too easy and too addictive,” she told me.

Once Karen was finished, we all stood together chatting about toys, but Karen was ready for more and we started to get amorous and touchy. I was finger-fucking Mona again while kissing Karen and soon was on my knees with a wet thrusting pussy in each hand, finger-fucking Karen and Mona at the same time as the stood on either side of me, with Jim's semi-erect cock dangling near my face and his ample belly pressed close; an invitation, perhaps, but not one I was interested in. Well, even though Mona had earlier said she wanted to play with me alone before playing with Jim and Karen, we all ended up heading to the play area together—the mood and the energy was right.

After we settled together on a queen bed on the lower play area near the porn screen and a froggy chair, I went down on Mona and licked her to a series of orgasms while Karen sucked Jim's cock. Then I switched and licked and fingered Karen's sweet dripping pussy to her evident enjoyment, while Jim did the same for Mona. We all changed again, with me fucking Mona and Jim fucking Karen before switching partners. 

I was fucking Karen's tight pussy doggy style and slapping her ass to her eager encouragement when Jim suggested I fuck her on the froggy chair while he fucked Mona. That was fine with me, and with Karen, who had never tried the chair before. We had a great time; Karen is a vocal and enthusiastic sex partner. She's also very pretty, with bright playful eyes, a very hot, tight body and a fantastic ass that bucks and shakes when she comes. Pretty soon, Jim and Mona joined us, and Karen sucked Jim (apparently getting fucked while sucking Jim is something Karen really enjoys) while Mona sucked Karen's nipples and I fucked Karen and finger-fucked Mona, whom I didn't want to feel left out.Well, as fun as this was, I was getting a bit worn out trying to keep a pelvic rhythm responsive to Karen's urgings while keeping a different hand rhythm that was responsive to Mona's urgent pelvic thrusts. My rock hard erection was beginning to fade a bit from the effort—the blood was needed elsewhere, I guess. So after a series of orgasms from Mona and Karen (I wasn't sure about Jim), it was time for a break. I thanked Karen for a great time, she returned the thanks with a passionate kiss, and we left her and Jim cuddling on the bed.

Mona and I went off for drinks and a midnight snack, and chatted with Bill and Kelly for a while. Bill is Mona's other “favorite,” which is interesting considering Ellen and Bill's friendship and occasional play. Mona got a nice foot rub from Bill as she leaned against me at the table we shared. This was followed by another round of dancing (and more finger-fucking and nipple-gasms for Mona), then we relaxed on one of the sofas while Mona gave me a long, delightful blowjob that brought me to multiple dry orgasms. This was watched from across the room by one of the regulars at the club named Greg, along with a few others. After I gently told Mona that I probably wasn't going to come and ejaculate—I simply couldn't reach that point of no return—she gave my cock a few more licks and kisses, and then sat up. We chatted a bit with Greg about the dry orgasm phenomenon; he was well experienced in it. Then we headed upstairs to get blanket and sheet and to cuddle in the play area, where I finger-fucked and licked Mona to another series of orgasms; her insatiable ability to come is infectious for a compersive like me. Finally we cuddled up to chat and listen to other couples in the throws of passion, and drifted off to asleep.

This was the first time I had slept with another woman since before Ellen, and it was both odd and delightfully intimate. Mona is a self-described “touch-whore” who loves to caress and cuddle and spoon, a feeling of close physical intimacy and connectedness that is different from sex, and for which I have been yearning. I've always been more touchy-feely than Ellen, who needs her space, so finding a fellow touchy-feely cuddler like Mona was a nice bonus to the great sex we were sharing. We slept tightly entwined in a warm embrace. To my surprise, I actually slept soundly for a few hours.

As the light of dawn penetrated the dark warmth of our nest in the play area, I awoke and stretched and realized with pleasure that I had a playmate snoozing but available beside me. I woke Mona by licking her tits and sucking her nipples to orgasm, then reaching down and finger-fucking her. She reciprocated with a gentle morning blowjob, but we could smell coffee brewing and breakfast cooking, and our need for caffein and sustenance got us moving. We donned some clothes and went for breakfast, sharing a table again with Karen and Jim. It soon came out that the night had been Mona's birthday, and she thanked us all for having made it so memorable. I was very pleasantly surprised, and especially so when she whispered into my ear that I had been the perfect birthday present. Karen and Jim had to leave, and after we exchanged contact information I had a lovely passionate goodbye kiss from Karen. We both looked forward to the next time we could play together.

Well, after breakfast, Mona and I headed up to the play area for an extended fuck on the froggy chair. Mona came hard and often as, with the renewed vigor from coffee and food, I drove into her passionately and deeply. This was followed by Mona's “protein shake” brought on by a soul-shattering orgasmic blow-job. I had been giving Mona some ideas about what sort of touch was right for me, and she responded with relish. It was amazing to me that this woman was so sensuous and loving and enthusiastic about me and my pleasure, and as hungry for my essence as I was thirsty for hers.

Afterward we showered together and dressed. I walked Mona to her car as we discussed our upcoming date on Wednesday night, and the air-sex competition I was planning to enter. A passionate kiss goodbye, and off we drove our separate ways.

When I got home, I took the boys out kayaking, as I'd promised to do before, even though I was fairly exhausted. But I'd had fun that weekend, and tired or not, wanted to share the glow of good feelings with my family.