So we have been busy

I love having two women to deal with, to woo, to make love to. At first blush, what man would not want such an bounty? Still our Vegas party was demanding in a way, and frankly I felt like I wasn't performing well enough. I'm supposed to be an unlimited amount of desire, correct? I'm supposed to always to be able to rise to the occasion. Super stud, that's me, oh yeah.

Oh such bullshit is not what I have ever been about. We partied very hard night one in the city of sin, on the 17th floor, on the corner, the perfect view of the world and what not. And I couldn't, didn't, wouldn't anyway I failed to be the stud that I was supposed to be. And the bitches, lovers that they are, could care less. Sorta. Basically. They waited, like the little predators they really are. Were. Can be. It was OK.

And then, back at the hotel room, the moment in bloom, my cock buried deep in the Minx, ms. VSK with a vibrator between her legs, egging my on I found myself so completely in the moment, so committed to the feeling, coming , that I was wondering if I was going to survive this orgasm because it was as if I was being pulled out of myself, gone to everything I assumed I was. Would this stop? This little minx beneath me, would she be a permanent member of my life, my hopes, my dreams? Shit if I know right?

As the normality of VSK and my everyday existence takes over, those few moments in Vegas recede and we go back to being normal folks. And yet I want them both, together, my women, working toward the impossible and being, in the end, my best friends in the world.

So yeah, we had some fun in Vegas. What else is new? Have a great day my friends!

Going back to Eden

For the last, I don't know, decade or so I have been not only developing a rather different type of lifestyle, I have been saying, to anyone who will listen, that you don't have to accept things as they are. And VSK and I, and now Minx, have worked pretty hard and communicating and figuring out all the little packets of crap that have been infiltrated into our minds over the years about monogamy and what is "normal" and we've gone ahead and decided that we can figure out for ourselves what will work. And it has. And being freaks doesn't really bother any of us because in some way, we have always been freaks. Freaks are good.

A new book is out and while it might not unfreakify us, its a step in the right direction. Sex at Dawn is a new book of evolutionary psychology that bascially notes that from an evolutionary point of view, monogamy is a late addition to human behavior, most likely associated with the rise of agriculture. I won't spend a lot of time discussing it right now, but I do think I will in the future refer to this book again and again. But let me cut to the chase.

While I haven't read the ending, the authors suggest that we might be able to return to Eden, so to speak, avoiding the stupid traps of monogamy that so capture our agricultural minds. One sex therapist who reviewed the book seem to think this fanciful, as its all about the competition in society and hence, fighting for pussy must continue. Well, fuck that. Sharing is most likely going to be the only way us humans get out of the mess we are in. If it starts in the bedroom, far out. I'll be the Che Guevarra of cuckoldry.

2010

I can't help but notice that there is something odd about this year. Perhaps its not just the year but some sort of year of reckoning that started for us some time in late 2009 but continues. We've lost a lot of folks during this time. And that is part of life, maybe a part that pushes us to explore what we desire with complete honesty. Full-on fearless. It is the only way to go forward.

VSK and I keep having interesting things happen to us on the play front. In a restaurant out of town we were having some drinks with Minx and noticed a couple watching us. We had borrowed a chair from them so we could sit together and the banter started. And pretty soon they had bought us some shots and VSK had leaned into the fellow. The woman, a lovely Puerto Rican lass nursing a 3 day old kitten in her lap(!) was very interested in our little menage. I mentioned to the man that we both had two pussies and the play was on. Minx is not crazy like us, and didn't really want to get involved with this couple. But the opportunity was there. I won't soon be forgetting her warm handshake as we left, her lingering touch warm and soft. VSK was all turned up and on and the two proceeded to ravish me once we got back to the hotel. The devoured me. Nothing beats teamwork.

VSK continued to ramp up the heat all weekend. We've been seducing another couple to the dark side and she got the mouthful she desired, although it took her a couple of days. I then proceeded to give her a second helping, which must have set some sort of record. And records, as they say, are meant to be broken. All it takes is team work. I can hardly wait for the next event!

So how long you been swinging for?

Apropos of nothing, a very hot and drunk blond turns to us at our favorite spot and says, "so how long have you been swinging for?" And given that we have not done anything to suggest it, other than I had tolerated her running her hands through my hair, as had VSK, it was an interesting line. What was more interesting was that I just took one quick look at VSK and we started to tell her. Unfortunately, she had to run off because her ride wanted to go, but it was pretty funny. And now I think I have a line I can use in the future with other couples who we might run into and who are flirtatous and appear to have a sense of humor. Because they can always say no, and I can always use this story to back off the situation if necessary.

No need to go into a long winded reprise of why we haven't posted. Too much work, too much travel, too much time not on our hands. Here's some pics from last night's photo shoot, our first in a while. Sorry for the reverse order on the pics. Blogger is sort of a pain at times

Tighty Whities

VSK and I were laughing our heads off today, because we realized that we need to practice fighting at this point of our relationship. She was burning up, probably more peri-menopause than anything else but it made the afternoon mighty silly. This morning she just lay there while I was fucking away and trying not to laugh. Little bitch! She wiggled her ass just enough to make me cum, which was her goal, I guess, that and fucking with me. We are on our way to Hawaii in a week and then some S Cal fun, some wedding, a Sierra trip and a Vegas trip in Sept. Fun is work. Don't be a pussy and spend all your energy making money for your corporation. They don't care for you like we do . . .

Enjoy the bad photo!

Boots back on?

My last post threatened to be my last post but the comment by anonymous got me to thinking that my real problem is with expectations, not blogging. In the back of my mind was this comment I read somewhere that if a blog isn't updated every blank length of time then its dead. And I didn't want to be the owner of a dead blog. But almost dead? Like the scene (Princess Bride) with Billy Crystal. "There's dead and there's almost dead. Big difference."

With that in mind I started looking around and found quite a few interesting blogs that I hadn't noticed before and thought, well, if once in a blue moon is how often we blog, then so be it. I have always know I have to blog for me/us, and not for an audience, but as a writer I am very aware of audience when I write that is always lingering in my head. Getting back to writing from a more internal perspective would seem to be the key. Its worth a shot.

In our play world, a lot has been going on. We found a couple, or that is to say, we rediscovered a old pair of friends who, when we were much younger, we were very close to in a more traditional way. Now, like us, with the kids grown and most of the angst that goes with making a living diminished if not quite gone, we find that they think about things about the same as we do and crave the same things. Which includes swapping wives/husbands. Hey, works for us.

We just had our second WSW with them and its getting better with each experience. WSW, wife swap weekend, is the third derivative of all play experiences for us. MFF/FMF and MFM are both part of our history, and I do love them both, each for different reasons. WSW in no exception, it banishes the green monster that sometimes appears in FMF and seems a bit easier for VSK than MFM. MFM is really difficult so its really more like MF and M watching at a distance because if the M's are too close it might seem like MMF and that is a whole 'nother world. And not a fantasy I've entertained. Just sayin.

My crazy schematics aside, the fact that these friends also like sex makes it easy for our friendship to re blossom, as that is where VSK and I now stand. We like hanging with couples even if they aren't privy to our intimacies. We will sometimes meet a couple and there is that pause that says, "I wonder if they are swingers" and they might be thinking that too and we just let it slide because we really aren't into risking that just for the hell of it. But it seems likely that people know, and someday someone is going to ask us that question and boy will they be surprised with the answer, especially if our response, "are you guys?!" and their response "yes" lead to an interesting adventure. The world is changing. And not all of the change is bad I would say.

VSK really really liked her time with the Mr. and I have certainly enjoyed myself. As a cuck of sorts, I guess I fixate much more on what kitten gets than what I get. And she got a lot, including the opportunity to lead a novice down the garden path of playtime. I get awfully spoiled with Minx and kitten and the two of them basically treating me to whatever I want (and boy do I hunger for that) but its good to see VSK get nailed in just the way she wants it. Now I'm just a bit green, actually, and it feels good in a way. Makes my mojo jump. Pure energy at a time when I could use some.

Well, we are getting fired back up and this is the point of the whole sheebango. Staying fired up. In the words of one of my heroes let me just say: Good Times! Put those boots on and let's play.

About Done

This blog has run its course. Of course, it could run for some more time, but I'm frustrated with it. When we started off, we were at the edge of a precipice, trying to push off. Well, off we went and its been very very useful to write and document where we have come from and where we are now. And that is just the thing, we are no longer much interested in taking naked pictures and getting the exhibitionistic fervor of VSK up and running. She and I are now more into seeing people face to face and just being ourselves to the extent that the people in front of us can handle it. And since we have a large circle of people who can handle it, we don't really need the affirmation that this blog once provided us.

Since we once had fans, and since I haven't posted for ten weeks I imagine they are all on to greener pastures now, I will delay for a period of time maybe a day or maybe a month ending this blog. We may decide simply to change it in some way that will give us more freedom to explore the new avenues that we now find ourselves upon. I would like to write and not simply show off VSK and while I have done that in the past, I don't see that happening here. Maybe I am wrong. Email us or comment if you think that you can explain to us why we should continue to feed this blog. Don't be worried if what you say is not complimentary: truth is preferred. If you just want to see more dirty pics, send us an email and make it personal enough that VSK might want to comply. I love her, but she needs to "man up" and take care of her own laundry as far as blogging goes. I'm done. I think. And I am really grateful to all of you who commented, lingered, etc etc over the last couple of years. I learned a lot, and now I am putting it to use. Good Times!