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August contained some swingers parties and a few other nights worthy of putting in my journal. Truthfully, I’d been sort of depressed but I managed to have some fun.
We met an awesome black couple at a party and had a blast with them for a few nights until they went South. We haven't heard back from them yet.
On the personal playing front, I had a few that I will remember or revisit.
Dan is a guy I chat with on AAF. He is a lot older than me at sixty-two but very cool. After he first messaged me, we began a friendship that’s run five or six months. Unlike many men, he isn't overly sexual or demanding to see me.
From the start, we’ve shared idle chat about our daily grind. He mentioned that a long time ago he’d met my man when he was married to his now-ex and I wasn't in the picture. They didn't really get along too well but there was some playing involving his wife.
Some nights Dan and I played online pool and he always won as I don’t really play pool whether it’s real or online. On this particular night when I agreed to play, I was tipsy and said we should bet. “If I lose,” I said, “I’ll send a pic of my vagina. But, if I win, you send me a pic of your cock.”
Amazingly, I won.
He duly sent his picture and I was very impressed and told him it was a very nice cock. He said that if he won the next game, I would have to suck it and I agreed.
Of course, I lost.
Dan asked if I would stand by the bet. “We need to figure out a time and place,” I said.
He lives near a golf course not too away so I joked about meeting on the seventh green, where I used to go as a teenager to drink at night with friends. "Next time you’re available, that would be fine,” he said.
I told him I was free now as my husband was busy and Dan messaged back that he would be busy till eight. That was fine by me — I could watch porn and flirt with my regulars.
By the time I drove to the golf course, I was super horny and couldn't wait to suck a big cock. It was dusk as I walked along a road before turning into the course and finding my way to the seventh green. Dan wasn't there so I sat and looked up at the stars.
I heard some noise — hoped it wasn’t a skunk — and was pleased to see Dan approaching.
“Are you ready to pay up?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, standing.
He asked if my husband knew where I was and I said, “No, he doesn’t.”
Dan asked me to kneel before him and fished inside his shorts. He flopped out his cock and I reached up and stroked it hard.
“Do you like my cock?”
“Yes,” I said and he laughed before telling me to suck it.
He moaned a lot, held my head at times, and also pulled it out occasionally to smack it on my face and tongue. After a few minutes, he told me to stand and he put his cock away. “Come on, let’s go to my house. I'm going to fuck you properly or we’ll be here till dawn.”
His house was a block away and when we got there, he stepped out of his shorts and and took a cock ring from a drawer. “Resume your duties,” he said and I dropped to my knees. His cock felt a lot harder and I rubbed myself as I knew he was going to feel great.
He led me to a couch and I stripped before he shoved his face against my pussy and ass and went to town on them. He mumbled a lot but finally he began to fuck me — and he did a great job, pounding me for a good seven minutes till I came. In fact, I came very hard and my knees went weak but he kept going till he came deep in me. It wasn't much but enough for me to feel.
Dan then chuckled and said he didn't think I would go home with him. “It’s our secret,” I said and he agreed to keep it as he knew my guy would be very upset with both of us.
It had been fun and I said it may happen again and I would see him on Messenger soon.
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About a week later I was horny as hell (like most days) and I was hoping to get some action at a party — but it turned out lame.
Walking my dog on the Saturday afternoon to get away from sports on TV, I saw another dog walker on the trails nearby. Our dogs began playing and he came over to say “Hi.”
We talked about the dogs then other local affairs. He then said he knew who I was and I thought, Oh no, how? I was thinking maybe from some webpages but it wasn't.
“I see you working out at the Y,” he said, and that made me feel more comfortable.
“How come you’ve never said ‘Hi’?”
“Too shy,” he said and then added, “I’m Rodger.”
He told me that he lived in town and he was walking to the island as it was low tide. “That’s a great idea,” I said. “I never seem to go at the right time to catch the tide.”
As we walked and talked he seemed cool and he wasn't too bad to look at either, around my age, and he was divorced. I told him my vanilla story and we discussed wine and restaurants. At the island, the dogs raced around and we crossed over and walked all over the small island before he looked down on the mansion and said, “That house is beautiful.”
“Yeah, I’ve been in it.”
“Oh,” he said, “how come?”
“Long story, but I don't talk to the guy anymore,” I said and left it at that.
I walked over the rocks and stared out over the water. Rodger said that I looked beautiful looking out with the wind blowing my hair. I blushed and muttered, “Thank you.”
I looked down — and saw a condom. Hell, he must have seen it, too, and I said, “Ergh, gross. Somebody got some here.”
He laughed. “It's not gross, just sad to see someone left it.”
“They could have thrown it away,” I said. “Anyway, I hate condoms. They suck.” He laughed and I continued, “I hate using them. They’re not worth the hassle. But lots of people have sex here and they should bury the condom or throw it out at home.”
“Have you had sex out here?”
“Yes, a couple times.”
“Your husband is very lucky.”
“Yeah, he is… but he doesn't know about some of them.”
Rodger laughed and said, “You’re joking.”
“No,” I said and walked toward an old swing that must have been there for years. I sat on it while he threw a found tennis ball for the dogs to chase.
He kept looking back at me and we exchanged smiles while I hoped he’d grow a set of balls. I finally waved him over.
“What?” he said.
“Nothing,” I said. “Well, actually I’m lonely.”
“Poor baby.”
“Yeah, I am.”
"What does baby want?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
He didn't hesitate, kissing me again and again. “What would your husband think?” he eventually said and looked around. “Or what if he sees us?”
“I don't see him here,” I said. “Let’s just say as long as we’re on our island, I belong to you.”
“Belong?”
“Hmm —“ and we kissed again. But this time I delved inside his shorts to feel his cock. It was hard and so I unzipped him and pulled it out and popped it into my mouth. I felt it grow and he put a hand on the back of my head and helped me gobble it down. It wasn't very long but it sure grew thick.
Rodger unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall. I caressed and licked his balls while continuing to suck his cock. He groaned and was pushing his cock deeper when the dogs came running up. He threw the ball and I saw his hard cock was glistening with my slobber.
“Take off your underwear,” he said.
“I don't wear any.”
He grinned and I turned around, hiked up my skirt, and he stuck a finger in to discover that I was already wet. He entered me as I leaned over and held on to a tree. Rodger went as deep as he could go and slapped my ass cheeks.
“Fuck me,” I moaned and he picked up the pace. He didn't last long, shooting on my ass and all over the place till he stumbled backward onto the swing.
I grabbed him and grinned, “Welcome to Fantasy Island.”
We laughed, got ourselves tidy, and as we walked back to the shore, I said, “I wish you’d come in me and not on me.”
“Why?”
“For one, I love it; and two, I shouldn't need to clean up before I see my husband.”
“Sorry, maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“Well, I hope so,” he said as we reached his house.
“Bye,” I said, “maybe I’ll see you again,” and walked away feeling great.
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I thought August would fade away as a boring end to the summer with just swingers parties to keep me happy. But, boy, was I wrong!
Kat, a friend at work, was going to Korea for ten days and I agreed to look after her cat. That meant living in the city and my guy was not happy that I’d be spending time away from him. I think he thought I would take the chance to play — and, to be honest, that had entered my mind.
I told him I would be working most of the time, he knew where I was staying, and it was only a few nights.
The bad news for me — I got my period for the weekend and that was typical of my luck. By Tuesday I was good but I had to work a lot.
In any event, I was in a tiny bedroom with a cute cat but bored out of my mind. I actually missed my husband but I needed to be bad --- and I mean bad. From my suitcase, I pulled out my black leather dress — it shows off my legs and back — and with it was a black choker. That represents submissiveness and is like a bat signal to those who know about these things. My purse was also black leather with a chain handle, also part of my plan.
I’ve learned some tricks from reading a page or two on the internet but I’d never acted on them. I needed some help so I texted my friend Jackie and she said my plan would work provided there was somebody who knew the signs. She suggested a place in the area that might be suitable to pull off my scheme.
I looked in the mirror and I looked hot. I got the props I needed and ordered an Uber to the bar called The Cesaria. My heart was pounding and I was also wet with excitement. It wasn't too far away and I left my phone in the apartment. Anyone tracking me would think I was still there.
When I entered the bar, it was just as predicted: I was the only white woman there, but not the only white person. The place reeked of bad cologne and food. I sat at the bar and the bartender smiled and asked what I wanted to drink, I ordered a martini and he put down a napkin.
He went to make my drink and I placed my purse in front of me, unhooked the strap latch and pulled it out straight and leaned back to check out the room. I took out a card and put it in the purse zipper so it could be seen but not too obviously. I was nervous but also hoping the plan would work.
The first guy to sit next to me asked if he could buy me a drink. “When I’ve finished this one,” I said and we made small talk. But he was watching the TV and glancing back at his friends a lot. I smiled and tolerated the guy and he took the hint and left with his friends.
The bartender asked, “What are you doing in a place like this?”
“I'm staying with a friend not far away and I was told it was nice here.”
I was still nursing my second drink when two men sitting at the bar brought me into their conversation. It was mainly politics and city drama and I wasn't into it. Guess they wanted to hit on me but I didn't think they had game.
I was about to give up hope when a man crossed the room to the far end of the bar and ordered a drink from the bartender. They talked and he looked at me and he was hot. I watched him drinking a beer and talking to the bartender some more but I couldn't hear them.
I went back to the lame conversation and one of the guys suddenly said I was very beautiful. “Thank you,” I said and he offered to buy the next round. I told him it would be my last one. I really was thinking of throwing in the towel — until the man from the end of the bar walk toward me.
My heart was pounding when he stood next to me and said to the bartender, “Two shots, please.”
The other guys were not happy as he stared at me. I looked at him and he was huge: a heavy bald black guy standing over six-foot. “Do a shot with me, please.”
“I’ve got a drink, thanks.”
As the shot was being poured, he said, “I said please.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“We all have choices.”
I took my shot, clinked glasses, and we downed them.
“I’m Darryl.”
“Lindsay.”
The other guys were clearly put out when ignored and told me, “Nice to meet you.”
Then it happened. Darryl took the card from my purse and laid it on the bar in front of me. Smiling at me, he held my hand and saw the ring. “Guys, do you know what this means?”
“What are you talking about?” one of the pair said.
He pointed to the card. “She's a card player?” the other one said.
He shook his head and picked up my purse. He unclipped it and hooked it onto my choker. ”Read a book, guys,” he said, pulled the chain tight and turned to me. “Are you ready to leave with me, Lindsay?”
“Yes, sir.”
At the door, he asked if I had a car. “Came by Uber,” I said.
Darryl pointed to a tower about a block away. “Would you like to go to my place?”
“Yes, sir.”
He held the chain as we walked and he told me, “I didn’t see the signs right away. But when I did I was very happy. You’re very beautiful.”
Darryl said he uses the bar at weekends but there’s nobody there into this lifestyle. He asked if my husband knew where I was and I said, “No, but my friends do.”
He had a nice apartment and he asked me to take off my clothes and kneel.
He took off my collar — and we began.
“Do you love big black cock?”
“Yes, sir,” I said and he promptly forced his cock into my mouth and throat. He face-fucked me till I gagged and then he took me to his bedroom where we fucked — and I mean fucked.
Darryl smacked my ass so hard while he drilled me with his big black cock and I cried out when I came. He laughed and kept going until he flipped me onto my back and raised my legs as high as they could go. I was wide open to him and he really pounded me. I was sore but that didn't stop him and when I tried to edge away he pulled me back. Then said to ride him and he stretched me so much I had to rub my clit to stay wet.
Eventually, he moaned, cupped my breasts and came deep inside me. He unloaded so much that I felt it oozing out when I rolled off him, gasping for breath. We lay for a moment and Darryl asked, “Are you good?”
“Yes, sir,” I said and he and fetched me a cognac. It hit the spot but my vagina was mighty sore. His cock was huge, even when soft.
We hugged and he ordered me an Uber before handing me his card. “Hope to see you again,” he said and I dressed and left when I saw my ride had arrived.
I was so tired and sore, I left his card in the cab. I didn’t need to revisit that experience.
At Kat’s apartment, I showered and slept till eleven in the morning. I messaged my guy: This is getting old. I’ll be home tonight.
I didn’t stop over another night, only visited till Kat returned home. The cat was fine.
The rest of the month was only swingers parties. They were good but I hate limits, rules, and condoms — but it’s still awesome to be in this lifestyle. I hope Autumn will be a good one.
I don't think it’s a black-white thing with me, it’s more the thrill of the chase. I feel old sometimes and it’s nice to be wanted. Then again, I love the feel of something new and I'm loving the sex I find.
Till the next time…
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