Hot sex with New Guy!

I had fun with New Guy yesterday. Yes! New Guy! Who I keep saying I need to give him a name, but then I lose interest in him and we have this lull where we don't contact each other anymore, and then he pops back. So, he will just continue to be New Guy. I can't seem to come up with a better nickname for him. Maybe something will occur to me while I write this.

So Blondie has been super attentive, but let's face it--he's five hours away and we all know he WILL dump me again bc he's done it twice already. I swear I have PTSD every time he messages me bc I'm literally always on alert for that "I can't talk to you anymore, I'm "pursuing" this new chick" text that WILL COME EVENTUALLY. I am really only a place mark, a true "in-between" girl until somebody better comes along. And by better, I mean half my age and single and available who can see him every day and play video games and go out on dates. I can't do those things bc I'm married, and that's fine. I like the arrangement we have--the same arrangement I have with all my guys. But I have to be careful not to get attached.

So it makes perfect sense to keep seeing other guys and not put all my hooks into Blondie, right? And New Guy started messaging me a few days ago, actually asking me questions about the band and how was life treating me, etc. Instead of his usual, "sup", and "wanna hang out?" It was nice. So I went over there. And it was awesome--our best yet.

See, I have this theory about the way men have sex. Some fuck, and some make love. Guys who just "fuck" don't care if you cum; it's all about them. It's a sexual act that mainly focuses on THEIR pleasure. Blondie makes love. New Guy fucks. And when I tell you the way he fucked me yesterday, you'll see how he transformed himself into a guy who "makes love". If you read my blog consistently, you'll see the difference in the guys I've been with. Here's my unofficial list off the top of my head:

Men who "fuck":

1. Abercrombie
2. New Guy
3. Asian Stripper Boy
4. Freckles
5. Most random hook-ups

Men who "make love"

1. My husband
2. Blondie
3.Jordan
4. HH
5. Hot Lips

And yesterday New Guy went from column one to column two.

I entered his apartment, and like always, it's dark and I can't see anything. The smell of pot is apparent though not overwhelming. New Guy is always in bed waiting for me, his TV on, and he's usually dressed. This time he was already naked, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I feasted on his already hard cock as he greeted me, sprawled out on his bed. I smiled and he got up and kissed me hello, a juicy deep kiss and then proceeded to peel off my clothes one item at a time. Being that it was 14 degrees out,  I had a lot of layers on and we laughed how long it was taking to get me naked! Finally everything was off but my socks, which were over my leggings and stuck, so I sat on the edge of his bed to get them off and he came up behind me and straddled me. He pressed his body up against mine, and I could feel his hard cock up against my lower back, but what he did next was unexpected and wonderful.

He's a big guy, six-four like my hubby, but not as skinny, he's not fat but just big, and like my hubby, has big hands. And New Guy took those big warm hands of his and caressed my arms up and down, slowly and lovingly, warming me up, kissing my neck from behind as he did so. I was like WHOA THIS IS SO NICE!!!!! I melted into him, just enjoying the feeling of his caress and his warm body up against mine. I closed my eyes and just let him adore me.

I asked him, "So, do we need a condom?" He answered that it was "up to me". I said, "well it depends! I'm clean but who've YOU been fucking?" I was referring to his ex-girlfriend who he fucked a few months ago who gave him chlamydia!!! He laughed and said, "nobody really". I said,"nobody REALLY or NOBODY??" he said, "nobody" I said, "GOOD. You should just fuck ME." He agreed and we both laughed.

Then he pulled me astride him from our sitting position, and laid back down with me on top of him. He didn't seem as interested in sex as he was cuddling and being touched. It was really nice and unexpected! Those big hands were just everywhere on my small frame; he wasn't grabby at all. Suddenly everything he did was done slowly and affectionately. Up and down my arms, up and over my stomach (which I hate my stomach being touched), and my breasts. Instead of grabbing them he cupped them and brought them to his face--nose first he buried his face into my cleavage, coming up for air to suck my nipples, then moved me down and put his stiff cock between them and fucked them. I love the way he takes charge; he moves me where he wants me. I never have to ask or wonder, "what should we do now?" Then he gently pushed my head down to his cock for me to suck it. I gave it all the attention I wanted to, and he played with my hair and moaned while I pleasured him.

We didn't have much time together; we had less than an hour. We were squeezing in an hour to see each other, which I thought was super hot. And since he's usually a guy that "fucks", we're usually done in an hour anyways so to me it was perfect. Fuck each other and I get to go home. No emotion, just sex.

It was interesting how he kept talking to me off and on--like every time we switched positions he asked me something. I can't remember what about now--but I know we mostly talk about music and our bands. He's never been this interested in me before! Then I rose up from giving him awesome BJ and positioned myself so his dick slid right into me, his hands on my ass, I fucked him hard, until he lifted me off to keep himself from coming. We did this a couple times, then he rolled me off of him and played with my clit, trying to make me cum. He hasn't yet; he tries but it hasn't happened. I will need much more time to show him how to make me cum sometime. (Next time!) He would talk to me during it all!

Suddenly my legs are in the air and he's on top of me, fingering me again, and then he opens my vagina up, kisses me deeply and slowly inserts his cock in me. I love the way he does that; he doesn't just shove it in, he always uses his fingers to get me ready and open me up. He fucked me hard and then stopped himself again so he wouldn't come too fast. Flipping me over again, he whispered, "you on top". And being on top I got to set the pace so we fucked hard at first, and then I whispered back, "slowly", and fucked him slowly, which is MY favorite, and he came. Afterwards, we just laid there for a bit, he laughed and said how awesome that was and that he wished he didn't have to go to work and I could stay longer. I said "me too", although it was actually a lie; I like to go home when we're done and be alone.

I rolled off of him and laid in the crook of his underarm and we chatted for a bit. He wanted to talk about Trump's speech (he's a huge Trump fan and he knows I'm not) so we did. And it was lively and fun as always, and then he had to get up and get ready for work.

He jumped in the shower and left the door open and was chatting the whole time. I have never seen him so engaging with me. He was gregarious and happy and silly, not at all the depressed guy he often. He was more like Blondie--very outgoing and chatty and just so happy, it was a super nice change. I felt energized being around him instead of the usual "ugh you're half my age! You have your whole life ahead of you!" I don't know what's changed with him but it was wonderful.

He got out of the shower and as he was drying off, I was getting dressed, and I was just outside the bathroom door watching him. It seemed so intimate compared to what we usually do together (just fuck and go home). I got to see his whole "get ready" routine, which included cologne and tooth-brushing and it was just so fun to watch him. He had no self-consciousness whatsoever around me.
I watched him dry off (super hot!) and get dressed, and the best part was the ball cap he put on backwards. I just stared at him while he chatted away, thinking, mmmmm I think I'm smitten!! He looked younger and healthier than I'd ever seen him. He was certainly happier. He said I was a "saint" for "putting up with him." I said simply, "I think you're adorable." He laughed as if that couldn't possibly be true and said, "YOU'RE the adorable one."

Then he asked me if I'd mind if he smoked before he went to work (what am I, his mother???) and I said "of course not". He doesn't drink, hasn't in years, but has told me before that he's "always high". He sat down on the living room couch, and apologized for the mess. I said jokingly how it's apparent two bachelors live here. He said his roommate's a slob and he gets tired of doing all the picking up. Then he picked up something that looked like an hypodermic needle but it was quite large, almost looked like a toy one you'd get to go with a Halloween costume. He explained as he got ready to use it what it was; he was doing something called "pot wax" which I'd seen on an Instagram post of a friend of my daughter's once and it horrified and terrified me. I'd never heard of such a thing. How ironic I had sex with a guy who does this. He demonstrated how he uses it, how it's "pure THC" (which I've heard is the opposite of medicinal marijuana?) He lit a small little tin with a lighter, used the hypodermic-needle looking thing and inhaled from the little tin. He asked if it bothered me and I said no, it didn't, and it really didn't, this was HIS life, and he's not my boyfriend. He can do what he wants, and he seems to function well high. He said again, "you're a saint to put up with me". He was done lickety-split and walked around looking for his keys. I got my two jackets on, and my hat and gloves and had my keys in my hand, and he led me out, down the stairs to the garage where I was parked just in front of it. He opened the garage door and walked me to my car, commenting on how cute it is and teased it for not handling well in the snow. I said it's the driver not the car LOL

And then in front of God and anyone who could've seen us, he kissed me a sweet kiss goodbye and told me to "drive careful" at least twice. As we walked to our separate cars, he wished me a good rest of my day. He really seemed so much more engaged with me than I've ever seen him.

Next time I definitely think I'll want to stay longer ;)

Hotel fun with a new Tinder hottie!

Friday night was AMAZING.

For the last two weeks, a hottie I'll call Hot Lips I matched with on Tinder had been snapchatting me literally 24/7. First thing in the morning and last thing at night. Always a selfie pic, he'd send me all day long while he was at work and it would taper off in the evenings, but he always said "goodnight beautiful" and "good morning beautiful." I loved it. He's 23, a semi-pro baseball player and super good looking. Blue eyes, lots of muscles, big full lips and a beautiful smile. A very happy-go-lucky guy, not a depressed, moody one like New Guy or Rocker Boy finally!! He seemed to be the kind of person who was just what I'm looking for. He was sweet, super-complimentary (which I love) and never expected anything in return. Truly, a very nice guy overall. I def hit the jackpot.

He was very respectful too and asked before sending any nude pics, and I love that. I was quickly smitten.

We wanted to meet ASAP. And lo and behold, I was telling my hubby I needed a getaway. A night in a nice hotel, a good night's sleep, and no cats climbing on me or kids. The weather was shitty-five straight days in a row of misty rain, wind and cold. So we booked a room at a 5-star hotel and settled in for a nice dinner.

I was also texting another hottie while we were sitting at the bar later after dinner, but it was Hot Lips who was on his way. I was SO excited to meet him. After two weeks of 24/7 snapchatting I liked him a lot. He was very sweet, very complimentary and just a real nice guy. (whoops! I already said that!!)

The plan was for my hubby to stay in the bar while I took him to our room. And that's what we did.

Hot Lips texted me, "where are you? I'm here!" LOL somehow we missed each other when he entered the lobby. I wrote back I was in the front of the lobby and all of a sudden there he was! He was even cuter in person. I'm all about cute. Ballcap, plaid button-down shirt, khakis. Those big blue eyes and full lips and a huge smile. We embraced in a big hug and I was already giggly. I get that way when I'm super excited. We sat down on the overstuffed leather couch that was there and chatted for about ten minutes. I was a lil drunkie and super giggly. I felt so comfortable with him, and we really clicked. I felt like I'd known him forever, there was just an ease about him that was tangible. I could tell he really liked me too.

I don't remember saying it, but next thing I knew we were in the elevator! I really shouldn't drink so much bc I have trouble remembering details and that really bugs me. The next thing i remember is him sliding my spaghett straps off my shoulders so elegantly, and he began kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. And we kissed. Those lips!! He was a gentle wet kisser, and it was sweet--he wasn't like a vacuum cleaner sucking the air out of me. He was very gentle in everything he did, but he was very Alpha male and I loved it. He took charge and he was so good and flawless he set a new bar for sex for me!

I remember him untying my shoes. I was wearing a pair of Sam Edelman's that are beige suede and like ballerina shoes, they have long ties that tie around my ankles. It was so sexy watching him untie them for me and slip them off my feet.

He then took my dress and pulled it down and slid it off me, and next, gently slid my panties off. And subsequently, buried his head between my legs. It was yummy yummy yummy. He then licked me up my body up to my breasts again, and kissed me passionately. I loved loved loved how he took charge. He was the man and I was his woman. But his moves weren't aggressive at all but rather almost choreographed they were so flawless. I could tell he was really into me.

I loved watching him undress. I don't think I helped him, which is odd bc it's one of my favorite things to do in the entire world! A new man to undress like the biggest gift behind the Christmas tree! I think he just wanted his clothes off and next thing I knew, he was big and warm and naked and embracing me. His dick was straight out and super hard.

He gently took my legs and spread them and entered me, kissing me passionately. Not pulling out, he swung my legs over like a pretzel and fucked me hard. It felt amazing. He's a big guy, not skinny and small like Jordan or Rocker Boy, more like Blondie. Not fat but big--he's a baseball player and full of muscles but not ripped ya know? (I hate ripped). He was strong and young and solid and oh so sexy.

He'd pull out and change positions, each time taking charge and moving my body the way he wanted to fuck me. Me on top, him on top, him behind me, my legs in the air, you name it, we did it. I sucked his dick and he licked my pussy. It felt like we were so hungry for one another.

I'm happy to report that he made me cum!! I almost never cum with anyone but my husband bc if their technique is too hard (Rocker Boy) or they give up too soon (all of them) but Hot Lips was THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD. (next to hubby). He fingered me and thank GOD didn't shove his fingers in me. I absolutely hate when guys do that. I don't mind a fun exploration into my pussy but when they shove their fingers in like they're eating frosting out of a can it's painful and not at all pleasant. He didn't do that at all!!! He actually was stroking me with the right amount of pressure and his fingers were just to the left of where I wanted them to be. I moved them with my hand and BOOM!!!!! HUGE ORGASM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! As I screamed in ecstasy I clutched him tightly and he basked in my glory. He was watching me and smiling and I thanked him with a giggle and he passionately kissed me.

Then it was his turn.

I loved that when he came, it was in a position where he could see my face. I hate how Abercrombie always had to cum doggy style. Nothing says "you're as special as a glory hole" like cumming doggy style. It's ok if it's a sometimes-thing but always??? That's why I lost interest in him. Yuk. Left me feeling so used.

Hot Lips was not only facing me but kissing me as he came. He was on the bottom, or should I say on his side, his arms totally around me like an embrace, and my legs were in the air. He finally came, and it was interesting bc he literally made almost no sound at all, it was almost like an "ahhhhh". Not at all like me when he made ME cum! I just wanted to fall asleep with him, our bodies still wrapped up together. But I remembered my husband was downstairs waiting for us to finish so he could come up and get his creampie. Hot Lips wanted to spend the night, and I wanted him to also. But how could I do that with my husband there?? I couldn't. I had to lie and make up an excuse that I wasn't spending the night, that I just got the room to meet up with him.

Yeah, like people do that LOL well Hotel 6 they do, not five-star hotels. I'm sure that looked and sounded ridic.

I had no idea how long we were at it, but I was guessing at least an hour (hubby later said hour and a half!). He got up and went to the bathroom, with the door open!! I wanted to watch SO BADLY but I thought I shouldn't. Because I'd get horny all over again and that wouldn't be fair to my hubby!! I wanted to fuck Hot Lips all night. I didn't want him to go. And I liked that he wanted to spend the night too. Oh well. Maybe next time we both said.

He had Uber'd there and I asked him if he had called for a car. He said he hadn't yet but was going to. He got dressed--I grabbed a super cute short-tight burgundy lace see-through nightgown I had brought and put it on. We kissed goodbye, and he left. I texted my hubby and he was up lickety-split in no time! I asked him if he saw him leave, and he said he did, that he thought he was real cute.

My hubby's dick was hard and ready. He licked me first and then fucked me fast and hard and he was done. He'd been downstairs knowing I was fucking this young guy and he couldn't hold back another second. Unlike Hot Lips, he came so loudly I'm sure anyone could've heard. We laughed and fell soundly asleep.

What a fun night!!!

Rocker Boy rocks my world

Well, well, well my dear sexy readers, HAVE I GOT A STORY TO TELL YOU!!!!!!!

I just re-read my last post "Rocker Boy's Surprise Return" and just had to snicker because when I think of him now I think about the hot naked guy in my bed who I made cum three times.

Heh heh heh heh yeah!!!! RIGHT????!!! WHOA ANNA WHAT THE FUCK??!!!!

So in between that last blog post and last week, Rocker Boy one night had called me SEVEN TIMES between 3:30 am-5am. I never picked up. In the morning I texted him that I turn my phone off at night (which I do). I can't be his rescuer, I can't be the one to talk him off the ledge, and I needed to set a boundary with him. I decided he was probably gay anyways and so took my expectations about him down to the friend zone. If he really did like me he's the slowest ever to act on it so what the fuck. We'd been texting back and forth here and there mostly just to try to agree to meet up for coffee and nothing more. Except for saying that one time that "if something more happened that would be okay too" he's never flirted, never gave me any sign he was interested in anything more than friendship, especially after flaking out about meeting me on my way home from the airport.

So last week my hubby was out of town for work, and I had a whole week ahead of me with nothing more than just tennis and errands to look forward to. I should say that New Guy is completely out of the picture. Boring--no story to tell I'm just fed up and bored with him.  I had been texting Asian Stripper Boy a lot--he was SO attentive. Texting and Snapchatting me 24/7, saying the most sensual things to me, like "I love making you happy" and "OMG baby I just want to make you happy" and it goes on and on and on. So of course I had him in mind to fuck since he was so attentive and I've had fun with him before, it has just been over a year tho. So I decided I wanted to meet him for a drink first, not just have him show up, because what if I'm not attracted to him anymore? He's super flaky and even tho he's super hot, he seems to live a very fast lifestyle and I don't want to catch anything from him, so I thought I'd slow him down and meet up with him first.

We had plans Tuesday night to meet at this cute new bar that just went up and he wrote and cancelled. Said "family emergency" which I knew was a lie. He begged for me to try for the next night instead. I said "sure". I mean I had no other plans so why not. I didn't care really either way.

So Wednesday night I had a girl's dinner first, and I got a text from him mid-dinner, "I'm so sorry can we rain check i know I'm the worst rn". I didn't respond. Sooooo done.

Instead I wrote Rocker Boy, "What are u doing tonight? I had a date. He flaked on me" with a laughing till you're crying emoji. It'was 7:30-ish. He wrote right back he was at band practice til 8. I said, "awesome I'm at dinner. Let's get a drink somewhere". He didn't respond til 9:05, and at this point I was home and already tipsy from three glasses of wine and no dinner (what is it with chicks? Appetizers? We shared three bruschettas for 9 people. No one ordered dinner. I should have).

So I just said, "Home! You should come over. Empty house!" He asked for my address. He said, "you live in my hometown!" and he knew exactly where I lived just by the address. I raced around the house lighting candles. I didn't need to pick up thankfully bc my house was spotless.

He got here around 10:30pm. I wish I hadn't been so drunky but in a way it was good bc I was nervous. I had no idea what to expect. Why was he here??? I really didn't know what to expect.

I was so excited to see him though. He's so cute. Like Jordan, he's just my type--skinny rocker boy, lots of hair, looks sexy in skinny jeans and a band T-shirt. He's got the prettiest blue eyes too, shoulder-length black hair, messy and sexy. And great teeth and smile. I mean I'd had a crush on him for a year! It was just never reciprocated.

He came in and we went into the kitchen. He was very complimentary about the house. He was chatty, it was really a relief. Telling me about how he grew up near here, told me about his mom who has 4 cats (my dog and cat came up to greet him).

He sat down at the kitchen island and I asked him if he wanted a drink. I have quite a cabinet of alcohol with just about anything anybody could want LOL and sure enough I had what he wanted, rum and coke. First tho we did a shot of Fireball (my favorite). While he sipped his drink we chatted, I honestly don't remember about what though, and I don't remember how he got into my bed but next thing I knew we were naked and fucking! It was awesome! I had put on some EDM and with the candles everything looked so inviting. I love fucking and fucking like this when everything is quiet perfect. And probably I was a little too drunkie but I love that out-of-body feeling when you just merge with that other person, ya know? I used to feel that sober with Blondie. And of course I always feel that with my hubby but it's rare I ever feel that with someone else, so this was just what I had been wanting. I missed that feeling since Blondie ended things with me and this was the first time in almost 2 years I'd felt it with someone. Rocker Boy's small body and mine just fit so well together. I rode him like a wild cowgirl and when he went down on me, I grabbed that messy hair of his and shoved his face in my pussy and let him know how much I loved it.

We fell asleep wrapped up together like the cover of an erotic novel, our arms and legs and bodies entangled together. The cat jumping on the bed at dawn awoke us both, and as I opened my eyes I saw our bodies were still touching. We were 'spooning", his back was to me but my body was pressed up against his. Next thing I knew, he reached for me without turning around, caressing my hips, he then found my hand and squeezed it. Right then he flipped over and faced me and greeted me with a nice big hard dick. He started kissing me and I thought "omg morning breath" and oddly enough I was too dreamy and sleepy for it to really register and just kissed him back! And you know what all that kissing leads to hehehehe and "spooning leads to forking" and sure enough we were fucking again.

We fell back asleep again afterwards, cuddled up with one another again. It was so intimate and felt amazing and loving.

I woke up around 8:30, which for a weekday was really late. He was sound asleep, and I was restless, so I got up and made a pot of coffee, brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom and I won't apologize for this but put on a little make-up so I wouldn't look so horrifying when he woke up! I went back to bed and distracted myself with Facebook, my words with friends games, and various other time-wasters.I texted my hubby and we chatted for awhile--I wanted to make sure he knew what I was up to and make sure he was still ok with it all. He def was thankfully.

I was getting annoyed Rocker Boy was still asleep. I really didn't have anything going on ironically; my tennis match, I had NO appointments to go to, so I didn't have anything better to do than be with this hot man. I began texting my BFF. I told her, "there's a man in my bed and he ain't my husband!" She had been dying to hear from me since the night before when I wrote her that Asian Stripper Boy flaked on me and that Rocker Boy was coming over.

I think it got to be around 10:00 or so, and I was really bored and didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to leave, but I was bored watching him sleep. I never even got up to have a cup of the coffee I'd made. I don't know why! I guess I just forgot about it. I hadn't had any guy sleep over since Jordan did three years ago! I was baffled what to do. What was the etiquette???!!

My hubby said, "wake him with a BJ". I said, "really?? Won't he be annoyed I woke him?" He said, "Trust me. If he's annoyed you woke him with his dick in your mouth than kick him out!!!" I said, "okey doke!" So that's what I did. He was laying on his side with his back to me, and I just gently moved my body so it was touching his, and he stirred. I let my hand lightly touch him--his back, his cute butt, his thighs, and he stirred more and as he was turning over to face me I just took that hardening cock in my mouth and began sucking him. He moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. I was happy my hubby was right! He wasn't annoyed at all! He loved it! As I sucked and licked him I'd glance up at his face and he was staring right at me. It was so fun. He stroked my hair affectionately and watched me please him.

Then he put his hands on my face and gently took my mouth off of him. He put his hands on my waist and hips and pulled me on top of him. I fucked that boy hard while he sucked my nipples and he came so fast. Afterwards we laid there in each other's arms again and we both fell asleep. I felt so happy and loved and safe and it was really awesome.

Soon tho we both awoke again, and I asked him if he was hungry. He said, "YES!!" I said "me too! How about some scrambled eggs and toast?" He said "sounds awesome!" So I put on a sexy bralette and lingerie shorts and went downstairs and made us some food. He came down and looked so sexy, his hair all tousled. He was happy and we both sat down on the tall chairs on the kitchen island. It was awkward though--I found myself stammering and finally turned on the TV news for some sound. He wasn't chatty at all like he'd been the night before, and I found myself not knowing what to say or do. So when that happens I get MORE chatty and don't even realize I'm doing it, but he seemed to like hearing me talk LOL I showed him pics of our trip to Burning Man and he seemed interested.

I felt like I was ready for him to go then. He said he had to work at 1:30, and it was like noonish. I told him he could shower if he wanted to, and he said that sounded awesome. We went upstairs and I got him a big fluffy towel, told him to use whatever was in there and enjoy! I closed the door to give him privacy and just left him alone. I made the bed and then just sat and played with my phone while I waited for him. I pondered, "should I go shower with him? " Again, "whats the etiquette here??" I decided since he had to go to work that I'd leave him alone. He was probably in "work mode".

After he showered and dressed we went back upstairs and chatted for a bit about his job (he's a writer for a website) which is cool! And then it came time for him to leave. It still felt like there was so much awkwardness, and I'm pretty sure I hugged him and we kissed a perfunctory kiss at the door. Not very romantic but he was so quiet it made it awkward for me. I wished he'd just grabbed me and kissed me hard but he didn't so I was busy being self-conscious.

He left happily I thought, on a good note I hoped, and well, he did text me later that day but I haven't heard much from him since.

There's a major snag I'll tell you about next time. I did something I guess I shouldn't have done.

Anna's hubby gets some action!

Hello sexy readers!!

I thought I'd take today to fill you in on a couple things you may be wondering about, like, namely, my husband's love life!! Without digressing into the whole journey we took getting here, basically, you could say right now it's more equal than it's been in the last 4 years since I accidentally uncovered years of lies and infidelity. 

Basically, it's been mostly one-sided since we reunited in April of 2012. Of course I have had major trust issues with him, so he has refrained from having other women in his life until recently. It's not that he hasn't been interested in anyone; it's that I haven't allowed him to act on it. The first woman he chose was a co-worker (yes, AGAIN) and I forbid it. He willingly complied. Always worried he will cheat again--hence the saying, "Once a cheater, always a cheater", I made sure his leash was on tight at all times. Fearful of losing me, he obliged and didn't complain.

We've made increasing progress over the last two years, mostly because I had some epiphanies that began the night I watched my mother take her last breaths. And of course, weekly therapy for three years and anti-depressants during that time. And most of all, my steadfastness and earnestness to heal from the trauma.

I also made a New Year's resolution this last New Year's Day that I would not live another day in fear. With my permission, my husband went back on Tinder and OKCupid, and met someone. I'll call her "Kate".

I told him I needed him to take it slowly, and he was wonderful and said that was fine. He said all the right things; that "no one was worth" losing me over. still suffer from PTSD from all the trauma; just hearing his phone "ding" and seeing him holding it and texting his mother even was causing major distress to me. 

But I worked through it. And all this started way before I met Blondie. I wasn't seeing anyone, and here it was his turn for some attention. I did feel a lot of guilt that it was one-sided, but it was mixed with quite a bit of indignation in the form of "you should feel so fucking lucky you have ME!! How dare you want anyone else???!!!" 

But the REAL breakthroughs came when I went to California by myself in January this year. I spent a lot of time on the beach; the very beaches I grew up on that welcome me back every time with open arms. I had some epiphanies during my time on the sand: I ran every day, I played in the water, I meditated, I cried, I sat and watched the surfers, I gazed at the cute little sandpipers running back and forth with the waves, poking their long, skinny beaks into the sand for food. I took a zillion pictures. I never wanted to leave. I just wanted to curl up in the sun and sleep. I realized how eternal the ocean is--that it was here long before me. That is was there for me when I was growing up, and every time I return, it welcomes me with open arms and all it's grandeur and love. And long after I'm gone, it will still be there, giving its love to everyone who comes and seeks joy on her shores. 

I burst into tears when I realized that this is the love my husband gives me. It's eternal, it is unconditional, and what is MY love???!! The opposite!! It was quite a moment. I decided right then and there on my beach that I would try to love him the way he loves me. Starting right now.

Add to that, I met HH two days later, and I had such a fun time with him. And I continued to think, "I could fall in love with HH and would it diminish what I feel for my H (husband)?" And the answer is no. And he loves me enough to allow me to be whoever I need to be to be true to myself! Don't I want that for HIM??!! I would never get to that place if he had a leash on me the way I've had a leash on him. 

What I left out is, when I left for California, I was overwhelmed with anxiety. The worst I'd had in a long time. All I thought about night and day was him and Kate.  I'd "allowed" him to go on 5 dates with her!!! Nothing had yet happened aside from one kiss which made me go ballistic. I wanted desperately to be "ok" with them fucking but was holding the leash on them. I had been going to hypnosis also to try to re-program my brain from the trauma of being cheated on. It was helping but I still couldn't get there. 

I even made the effort to meet Kate and indeed we met her for drinks. I needed to try harder. Because my husband deserved it. He was trying so hard to do the right thing. She was SO nice, SO respectful, and we ended up being friends. Not BFF's mind you. But I believed her when she said she loves her husband and isn't looking to replace him with my H. I felt so good about her I invited her to come to our band's gig the following week.

And she came, and when I saw her, I was actually happy for my H. It was HUGE. Huge progress for me to see them standing together, body language showing interest in one another and thinking about my husband being naked with another woman. I had a few bad moments but I realized I could get past them.

So I was getting there, but increasing was my anxiety over "letting them" actually fuck. They weren't pressuring me for permission thankfully--the pressure came from within me. I was convinced that if they did, I would go into a full-on PTSD rage and I'd want to divorce him, and he was so scared that would happen, he said he had all but lost interest in her or anyone. 

So by the time I left for California, I was so worked up with anxiety about it all. I wanted so desperately to be a different person than I was. And I was trying so fucking hard to get there! What was my fucking problem??? The trauma. The cheating. It does REAL damage folks. Until you've been there, you have NO IDEA. And I had come a long way with all my therapy and meds, but still, the PTSD is REAL. And it can be REAL BAD.

When I returned from my trip, I felt like I had truly healed. My ocean, my beach healed me.

I told my H all about my epiphanies and of course he was happy for me but distrustful that it would last. And I can't honestly say he isn't right, but I am trying very hard.

The very next week he had to travel there himself for work and I suggested he look up "Ling-Ling" (not her real name) and see if she was interested in hooking up. She did want to see him! He met her at her work in downtown LA and they went out to dinner. It was about a four-hour date; it didn't end in sex, only a hug but they had a great time. I was actually totally fine the whole time bc my H was texting me the whole time, checking in with me frequently. He was so scared of doing the wrong thing.And he contacted her again last week when he was in LA again and she stood him up, but continued to send him sexy pics of herself and say "next time".

Enter Blondie.

Meeting him has made me appreciate my H even more. He is so supportive of our relationship because, and I quote, "he makes you happy."

I want to love him that much. And it has made me question so many things about myself, marriage, and all that stuff. But that's for another blog.

And when we were in LA last week together, we were at the hotel bar (Sunset Marquis mind you, not just your "average" hotel bar) and we were getting hammered. I was making out with some hot model and I realized later my H was making out with some older woman at the same time! We laughed about it later. We were both okay.

I had to fly home the following day and he stayed for work, and I told him to see if Ling-Ling was interested in seeing him. They texted back and forth, but ultimately, she was apparently too busy once again, but she IS still interested in taking things further and they have a tentative hook-up date for early April when he travels there again.

I know Kate has shown renewed interest in him as well, and my thing was always, "don't fuck JUST her", which is why I kept encouraging him to see Ling-Ling in California too. I was so worried about him falling in love with Kate and I thought if he had more than one woman that would be less likely to happen.

How silly I've been.

Being with Blondie has opened my eyes to a different perspective on things in so many ways. And of course, a lot of it is in the abstract bc it hasn't happened yet. My husband has NOT fucked another woman since September 2011. And I know he's super conflicted about it.

The night we were at the Sunset Marquis and we'd both been making out with other people, we got separated from each other and found each other by one of the outdoor pools. I can't remember a time when we were that drunk. I was mostly giggly (I get like that) but he was almost desperate. He was so upset at what he had done and was beside himself. When we talked the next day, I realized it was bc he hadn't had a chance to ASK me if he could make out with this woman. He felt like he'd cheated on me again and he was just sick about it. He stopped himself from going to her hotel room by getting up and leaving the bar when she said she had to go use the restroom. He came to find me and was scared when he couldn't find me initially.

I said to stop worrying, it was fine. Even though he was drunk, he stopped himself from fucking her. I was proud of him. And if he hadn't?? I guess I would've freaked out! He's right!! But maybe not, bc Blondie and I had just had two amazing dates before our trip and we were texting the whole time I was there. I've been in La-La Land ever since and it's like nothing bothers me now! I'm floating up above and sharing the loving feeling as if I were a hippy on acid. Love, love, love, like the Beatles song.

I realized later too, that my H has really no rules or leash on me. I have to be the same for him. I WANT to be the same way.

If I want to fuck someone, I just tell him. BEFORE I do anything. And that's really our only rule. Let each other know BEFORE anything happens. But then like that Saturday night at the Marquis, sometimes, you get into a compromising situation and the request for permission doesn't happen. I have to be forgiving and flexible.  I have to know my husband's heart. It's called TRUST.

And I can truly say, four years after D-day, that he has earned that trust back.

Craig'slist jackpot!!!!

A couple of weeks ago, just for fun, my hubby posted an ad through the Craigslist ads "casual encounters" and without a pic of me, he had over 100 responses in his inbox. He gave me his phone and I scrolled through the emails responses, and it was truly amazing. I began to delete any emails that didn't have a face pic, and deleted the ones I wasn't attracted to. By bedtime, I'd say there were close to 300 emails, and they just kept coming. I was having so much fun reading them! Girls, you should do this even if you have NO intention of meeting anyone!!! It is SO good for the ego!!!

So, it boiled down to three guys who I wanted to meet. The first I mentioned (I think) a few posts ago; a 25-year old whom I went to meet him at his work and I just wasn't attracted to him. That was a case of a really good pic that didn't really look like him anymore. He had long, sexy brown hair in the pic, shirtless, looked SO much like "F" I was so excited to meet him. He actually resembled Freddie Mercury more. I love Freddie Mercury and would've def slept with him (gay or not) but this guy just didn't do it for me.

The second guy who calls himself "Sammy" (NOT his real name) is a 24 year-old long, blonde-haired model that lives near me. We have been Snapchatting back and forth but every time I try to see him he has some excuse. 

The third guy I'll call "Kris", and we've been texting back and forth since I got his email. I think he said he was 29, I don't remember actually, but he had 2 pics and he looked the same in both, tall, thin, black hair and blue eyes. Very very good looking. His texts were really like none other I've ever had with these young guys. He actually didn't WANT me to send him sexy pics! He said it was "too soon" and that for him, if a girl starts sending those right away he loses interest! I thought, WOW. THIS GUY IS DIFFERENT. When we'd suggest seeing each other, and our schedules weren't working out, he would respond immediately. He wasn't playing games. It was soooo refreshing!!! So......Friday night, hubby and I were out and decided it would be fun for me to see if he was available. HE WAS.

So we finished our drinks, and my hubby dropped me off in front of his luxury condo. He lived on the 10th floor overlooking the city and the lake, and it was gorgeous. It was raining lightly, and the streets were pretty empty for a Friday night. My hubby parked and went to a bar right across the street, and I pushed the security number "Kris" gave me to enter his building. I went in, and texted him I was at the elevator. When the doors opened, he peeked his head out of his door, and I smiled and we both shyly said "Hi!"This was a new experience for me, going to a guy's house!!!! I mean, yes, I have done it before, but only once, and that was that cute guy who lives an hour away. That was hot yes.....

So I went in, and it was a nice, bachelor-ly looking guys apartment. Black leather furniture, big screen-TV, and a cascade of magazines on a glass table arranged as if it were a doctor's office. Nice touch. Who keeps their magazines like that? I was impressed.  He asked if I'd like something to drink, and I said sure. I asked what he was drinking, and he said, "vodka 7-up" and I said perfect! Then we sat on the half-circular black leather couch and chatted, getting to know one another. I had set my phone alarm to a half-hour to make sure I remembered to text my hubby and let him know I was safe and fine. It hadn't gone off yet when my phone rang; my hubby was concerned as I looked at the time and it was 2 minutes from my alarm going off. It had been almost a half hour! I apologized and said we were just talking. I couldn't say it aloud, but I wasn't sure I was attracted enough to have sex with him. I was sizing him up.

He looked a bit differently in person than the pics, and that's always the danger of meeting someone vs falling for them in 2D format. He was tall, he was somewhat thin, and did have black hair. I think his eyes were brown, and he was a little fluffy. But he was so sweet, and I felt all warm and fuzzy about him from all the texting we had done, and how differently he'd been treating me from all those stupid 20 year olds. And I had been stood up just two days prior, and my ego needed some massaging. As we were talking, I started to get turned on and decided to get things going. I knew my hubby was across the street waiting for me. 

I suddenly just stood up and went and straddled his lap and sat on him, and started kissing him. He was happy and responded. He had really full lips and he was a good kisser. I lifted his t-shirt off him and I was a little disappointed he didn't have rock-hard abs like the Abercrombie guy from Wednesday, but it was okay. I wanted to see his cock.

As we kissed and groped, I was getting very turned on. He slid my panties off and then undid my bra. Next he slid his pants off. This is my favorite part!!! It's like Christmas!!! Ooooooo the unzipping of the pants and letting the penis out. Oh. My. God. It's like unwrapping the last gift behind the tree, the one you really wanted that was first on your list. Mmmmmm and he didn't disappoint. It was big and hard almost fully erect and I wanted to get right to fucking. I pulled my dress off over my head and I took that thing in my mouth and started sucking on it. He slid my panties off and undid my bra, and except for my stilettos, we were both now naked. I was tipsy and giddy and having fun, and next thing I remember, he led me by the hand into his bedroom.

The lighting was perfectly dark, and his bed was soft and cozy. I think the first thing he did was put his head between my legs. Damn was it nice to have a guy know what the fuck he's doing down there, and stay down there longer than five seconds!!! I just knew he was going to be good. What a difference being with someone who truly was ravishing me for MY enjoyment as much as for theirs!! After I went down on him next, he reached for a condom.

We fucked in every position I can think of. We just kept going at it, flipping over on his back, riding him on top, sideways, you name it. Then finally he instructed me to bend over. Ooooooo I love being told what to do, so I obeyed. He gently grabbed my hair and held it, and rammed his cock into me and fucked me hard and came inside me. It was so delicious.

Afterwards, we laid there together, it was really nice. I reached for my phone right away to let my hubby know we were done, and that I'd be ready for him to pick me up soon. We didn't lay there long, because I wanted to get back to my hubby. I knew he had a big hard-on for me and wanted to fuck me.

Soon I was dressed, and ready to go. I was smiling and happy and felt like a queen instead of a two-bit hooker. We kissed goodbye and I walked out to the elevator.

I saw my husband's car pull up right then, perfect timing! I got in and we made out, and headed home. He couldn't wait to hear details, and went right down on me and licked me till I came. Then like a hungry wolf, he pulled up my dress and ripped off my panties and fucked me hard.

Oh, and Kris's age?

THIRTY.

Fuck the younger ones. I'm going older!

Oh, and lastly, he texted me THE VERY NEXT MORNING.

YEAH.

Sex with Mr. S

I did something I've never done before...and that's drive an hour to fuck someone I'd never met before. Mr. S, who I mentioned last post is who I was driving to go see. He's 21, the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen on a guy, brown hair, pierced ears and a beautiful musical chest tattoo. YUM. 

Mr. S didn't cancel on me, in fact, we texted all evening Tuesday and he confirmed yes, he definitely wanted me to still come Wednesday morning. I had to lie to my boxing coach why I wasn't going to be able to make my lesson (fuck! I HATE missing boxing!!) BUT I was really excited to meet Mr. S. He had come on so strong, and the chemistry was almost as intense as it was with F. I couldn't wait to get naked with him.

He texted me his address, and I put it in my GPS. He lived 63 miles from me, which meant I'd get there in 45 minutes hehehehe I actually left late since I had a hard time deciding what to wear.

I got to his city and exited the freeway and pulled over to a fast food parking lot cuz he'd written, "my roommate is still here. Can you wait a little bit?" I ended up waiting about 20 minutes, which was fine. It gave me a chance to take a breath and answer all my texts and emails (which I'd been neglecting--driving). Then he gave me the green light and said, "Get that sexy ass of your here ASAP!" so that's what I did!

I got to his house, a cute three-bedroom in the city that he shared with two guy roommates. The entryway was strewn with old, unread newspapers still wrapped in plastic bags and at least ten pairs of shoes thrown everywhere. He then came to the door and greeted me and kissed me. It was nice, but not magnetic like F who wouldn't STOP kissing me. He led me through the living room to the stairway, which was the cliche bachelor pad. It cracked me up. To the left was the leftover beer pong game complete with red Solo cups everywhere. To the right was the big screen TV with the Guitar Hero drum set right in front of it and clothes everywhere. I couldn't see the carpet.  I followed him through the kitchen, which continued the cliche with a sink full of dishes (as well as on the countertops) and to the stairway which had no railing to hold onto. I was in boots with a small heel so I was fine. 

His room was at the top of the stairs to the right, and it took was young male cliche. It was so fun though. I felt so naughty just being in his house. I followed him into his bedroom and he'd made his bed so that was cute! We chatted while we walked through the house and up to his room, I was teasing him about his "bachelor pad" and we giggled and finally we were in his room. I took off my coat and scarf (winter here) and put my purse down and took off my boots. He came up to me and helped me take off my top and started kissing me. It was sensual and so sexy. I had worn a burgundy velvet minidress with a plunging neckline over black leggings. Underneath I wore a new bra/panty set, pretty lacy white on grey. I had never worn it before so it was just for him.

I personally think it's sexier to keep some clothing on and work around it, so I didn't want to just strip right away, but he held me close and worked the clasp on my bra. He had a little trouble with it which was totally sexy. It meant he had to hold me close longer and I loved just our skin touching and getting really close enough to smell him. I'm a big scent person and he smelled manly and delicious without being over the top.

I told him, 'mmmmm you smell good" and he answered, "so do YOU!" He slid my bra off, tossed it to the floor and proceeded to lick and suck my nipples in delight. I loved it.
He made his way up to my neck and that's when I really melted in his arms.

He was gentle in his movements and I loved that. It felt reassuringly safe and made me want him more. I couldn't wait to get my leggings off and they came off next. He was just in his skivvies and it was fun seeing his big hard dick trying to get out. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. But he wanted me more.

As he pulled off my leggings, he next slid his fingers under my panties and spread my legs apart. He buried his head in my pussy and gave me a good sucking. He stopped, pulled his head back for a moment and said, "Mmm you didn't tell me about your clit piercing!" I said, "I was saving that for a surprise!" He giggled and went back to pleasing me. My back arched. I grabbed a handful of that gorgeous hair and held on for the ride. I didn't come but I wanted to to suck that dick first.

So guess what I did next??

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I had him lay on his back so I could sit on my knees and admire his body. He was the perfect size in every way--not tall so I knew we'd fit perfectly together. Mmmmm. I just drank up the beautiful, naked man laying in front of me. He stared at me intently while I licked him from the balls up. Mmmm he was delicious. I don't know why but I just love a man's balls. I love to lick them (as long as they're hairless!!) I go all around them and suck on them and make my way up and down the shaft of his penis and back again, sucking and licking till he almost came. He held my head in his hands and moaned the whole time. I could've spent all day down there.

I stopped when I knew he was almost ready to climax, and smiled up at him and licked my lips in anticipation. I climbed on top of him, and as I eased that huge dick into my vagina I kissed him. Nothing makes me wetter than deep, slow, juicy kisses. He wasn't that big into kissing and I instantly thought of F who loved them as much as me. I hated comparing them but they look so much alike it's uncanny. Without even using any lube, I eased his dick inside me. It took a little tugging, and he held onto my hips and said, "Mmmm, tight pussy." His was probably the biggest girth of any dick I'd ever had. I loved it. It did feel so tight. Like our bodies were locked together like the way dragonflies fuck in the air. 

I fucked him like he'd never been fucked I'm sure. I'm no cold fish. I don't just lie there. I move my body and I could tell he was surprised and loved it. He had his hands on my hips and moved with my body and we rocked and fucked and I nibbled his neck and his nipples and chest and tummy. Then he slowed me to a stop, smiling at me and said, "give me a sec" which I realized was him slowing himself down so he wouldn't come. After that disastrous romp with Tinder guy last week I was very impressed!

After a few seconds, he had me pull out and asked me to get on all fours. Mmmm. He'd texted me this moment in explicit detail--how he was going to pound me from behind and shoot his load into me. That's exactly what he did. He kissed my back and held me while he fucked me doggy-style, which I thought was sweet and loving. He came so hard and I loved hearing him call out in ecstasy as he came. I had my hands wrapped around his pillow and my face to the side and after he came he laid his head on my face for a few minutes. It was warm and sexy.

We broke apart, and he had a roll of paper towels on his bedside I hadn't noticed before and he took a few off and handed them to me and did the same for himself. Of course they were rougher than I'd have liked to use but I giggled and said, "Convenient! You keep them there for all your girls?" and I think I embarrassed him cuz I think he hasn't gotten laid in a while and it's for all his masturbating. I still thought it was hot.

After we cleaned up, he laid down again and pulled the covers over him and turned on his TV. He asked me what should we watch? I was so turned on and needed to come so badly still, I took his hand off the remote and put it on my wet, pulsating pussy. He seemed surprised and didn't know what to make of it, and touched me a little but I could tell his was "done" so I faked a small orgasm to let him off the hook and took his hand off. We laid there and chatted for about 20 minutes then I wanted to leave and not overstay my welcome.

We chatted about his job and dreams and all, it was nice but I didn't feel connected to him at all. I really thought, "I'll never see him again" and realized I didn't care either way. It was fun, the sex was good, but not mind-blowing. I did think, "mmm, I'd like another chance with him" but eh, we'd see. He is an hour's drive away.

We kissed goodbye and I left. It was definitely anti-climatic!! I was so wet and turned on the whole drive home and as soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and masturbated. Damn I needed that! I had been texting my hubby off and on and he said he was so turned on he couldn't pay attention at work and was coming home early! I told him I needed to be finished off. He said he couldn't wait.

And he did. Mmmmmm two guys in one day. 

Awesome.

How to Have a HEALTHY Threesome

Hello dear readers, I promised you a follow-up to my last post, "You Want a WHAT??!!" 
Not being a guy, I don't know the reasons you guys want to have two women in bed with you at the same time; I can only surmise it's because somehow you've been led to believe two is better than one. Using this premise, I have to tell you, honestly, it's NOT. Even though I'm not a guy. BUT---and I don't want to be a hypocrite here---it CAN be one of the best experiences in your life. SO.....this post is about how to have that fantasy come true and not come back to bite you in the ass.

There's kind of 2 parts to this: One, if you're married or have a SO, the rules are very different than if you're single with no girlfriend/engaged or otherwise. The point is, unless your girl is already freaky, she is not going to be coaxed into letting you bring another woman into your bed. Stop asking her. And don't even think about getting her drunk and "accidentally" making out with another girl to "see if she'll go along with it." I see this on Dr. Phil all the time. Let me tell you, you'll regret it. Either get the fantasy out of your head or leave her and go do it, but don't keep pestering her to satisfy your selfish desires.

Part 2: A "truly" single guy. So....I'll start with that scenario, since that's what my Jordan is fantasizing about.

The question he asked me is, can I find another hot woman to go to bed with him and I?? First of all, I give him that he's so very young and inexperienced. Obviously, he hasn't read my previous post LOL and doesn't get that someone who already is into him wouldn't WANT to share him. Pretty much, that sums me up. Sex with him is so fucking amazing; how do I stand to benefit by getting naked with him and some other hot chick? Would it turn me on to see someone half my age sucking his dick? I doubt it. I think it would probably make me even more self-conscious. Sometimes I think, "Nah, Anna, you would have fun. Cuz he's into you... you know it has nothing to do with him losing interest in you. Rather, he thinks you're SO hot he wants to share YOU!!!!! Not the other way around!!!!" I go back and forth. I'm freaky and kinky. I'm not your typical female, and that's what he doesn't understand. He thinks all women think the way I do. This is the problem.

I remember how badly I wanted Mickey when he had that long-term girlfriend. I had done some serious trolling of her (to look for cracks--was he really that happy with her??) and she was, to my surprise, quite adorable. I trolled her FB page so much I began to have a little crush on her myself! With her amazing intelligence (she was a psych major I think), green eyes, her athletic little 110-pound body and full of tattoos, I could totally see why he was so into her. And of course, prodded on by him, Mickey confided in me he wished he could have both of us. I totally could've done it. I still could. 

That's called POLYAMORY. And it truly would be, W O N D E R F U L. It's what I and my hubby have both wanted for many years. 

The reason we haven't been able to find that wonderful person to have a polyamorous relationship with is primarily because we are programmed to want one person, and one person only (see previous post http://weswing-naughtyanna.blogspot.com). 

I told my husband about Jordan's request. He said, "With nearly 5000 FB friends, does he really need you to find him a girl to have sex with??" RIGHT??? He's a model. He's fucking gorgeous. God's gift to women. I truly mean that with every cell in my body. He is gorgeous. He can get anyone he wants. Every pic he posts gets hundreds of 'likes". So then, why can't he scrap together two of his thousands of followers to have sex with him? He said, "I certainly don't know how to go about this." Dear readers, I hope you know the answer.

BECAUSE NONE OF US WANT TO SHARE HIM. WE WANT HIM ALL FOR OURSELVES.

To bring another woman into bed with him would be the ultimate competition. We'd see for ourselves how another woman sucks and fucks. Maybe she doesn't have bigger tits than us but damn she likes it in the ass and I would never do that. Maybe watching him lick her pussy makes us feel a little gay and wonder about our own sexuality. Maybe she likes my tits and starts to rub my nipples. What then???!!! And as he takes turns with us, flipping us over like a well-cooked grilled cheese sandwich, is he comparing us? "Hmm, that one could use a little more time at the gym" or "damn, I never really noticed her cellulite". This is what we woman think about. We are constantly feeling that never-ending competition with other women! Locker rooms are bad enough! Get naked with our guy AND the hot girl whose locker is next to mine?? Are you fucking insane???!!!

I'll let you in on a little secret. Being with another woman in bed (if you're a woman) is one of the smartest things you can do. And one of the most exciting. I totally recommend it.

So.....how do you go about finding another woman to bed your guy with? Is this another post? Hmmm.. am I digressing? 

To answer Jordan's question, what he needs to do is find two women who find him hot who do not know one another. Like a rock stars' groupies, they are two hot chicks and they have all "just met". This is truly the only way this can work. Because the women start completely even. The understanding is, he likes you both EXACTLY THE SAME. YOU'RE BOTH HOT AND HE ISN'T INTERESTED IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH EITHER OF YOU. At least, that's how it starts out.  Maybe you'll all exchange phone numbers and carry on after said sexual threesome. Maybe not. That's not the point. The point is to try to eliminate competition as much as possible.

What kind of woman would want to bed a guy and another girl at the same time? How does a hot single guy find such a girl? Or two for that matter? That is Jordan's question.

It's not easy, I told him, "it's much more complicated than you would think." And sadly, I don't have an easy answer for him. If I did, my hubby would've gotten the threesomes HE'S been fantasizing about now for, oh, ten years or more. Because the women we've gone to bed with turned out to be whores he cheated on me with and brought them home to me like they were brand new toys out of the box. Never been played with. That wasn't true. My point is, Jordan my sweet, this is how we women are. My hubby knew the only way he'd get me to agree to have another woman in our bed is if he lied and manipulated me to get her there.

We nearly divorced over it.

The only way to get another woman, or two women in your bed, is to just find two women you want to have sex with and ASK THEM if they'd be interested in a threesome.

It's called HONESTY folks. It's not about manipulating people by drugging them with booze until their clothes fall off and then taking advantage of them. Everyone needs to be in agreement about what they want and expect from a threesome. Anything less than that will lead to hurt feelings, diseases, and worse, broken marriages and possibly violence. This is serious stuff here. Threesomes are not to be taken lightly if you're in a committed relationship.

If you're truly single like my Jordan, he shouldn't really have too much trouble finding two women to play with. All he has to do is talk to two women he would like to play with--two women who seem a little freaky (tattoos anyone? Multiple piercings? Likes to take selfies?)  and have a group conversation with them. Take them both out for drinks/dinner/coffee and TALK to them. See how they respond. Let them know that you find them both EQUALLY attractive and that it's all about the sex. That you're not looking to get either of them into a relationship or pregnant. Do they feel the same way??

See, what my uninitiated Jordan and million of single (and taken) guys don't realize is that by crossing over into freak land requires a lot more maturity. It requires honesty above all, and LOTS OF TALKING. There's nothing about threesomes or moresomes that is sneaky, manipulative, or coercive. It's open and honest conversation about what thrills and chills you.

I'll end with an example.

My husband and I had our first threesome with another woman when we first opened our marriage about 12 years ago. This woman he had not cheated on me with and she was truly a gal-pal of ours. She was actually one of our son's teachers and that's how we met. She was "truly" single and the three of us just really hit it off. She was cute and fun and open-minded, as we found out over dinner one night months after meeting her. I don't remember how the conversation started, but we got to feeling safe with her and told her about our open marriage (it was only Mickey then). And sure enough, one thing led to another.

And it was AWESOME. 

I never felt threatened by her presence. And my husband felt too guilty to penetrate her; he was worried how I would really feel the next morning (and thereafter) so he did everything else. It was so exciting. I had never been naked with another woman. I had never so much been touched by another woman, or looked at the way she looked at me. She truly was into both of us, and played with us equally. And she made me cum faster than any guy has ever made me cum. It was wicked and nasty and unsettling to feel turned on by another woman. It made me feel so many different feelings, good and bad, nasty and uptight, kinky and fearful. Seeing my husband respond sexually to her was both incredibly upsetting and exciting. 

Afterwards, we all slept together and by morning, I was mostly ready for her to leave so I could gather myself back together. I have never regretted that night with her. We remained great friends and would've probably had more fun with her but she got engaged and we parted ways. 

How did this threesome make my husband feel?? Like a king. Like the proverbial king being fed grapes by his beautiful harem. It was all about him. We were there to make him feel wanted and desired and special. Guys love watching women naked and pleasing one another. It's even better if it's NOT porn and the women are really enjoying what they're doing to one another, not just performing for you. That's not any fun. When she made me cum, he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, because that let him know that I wasn't jealous or feeling insecure or threatened in any way. I was participating because I WANTED  to be there. I was having as much fun as him. Did I have uncomfortable feelings? Did I have moments of insecurity and jealousy? Of course I did! BUT I got over them. There's no way to describe how life-changing it can be to get over feeling competitive of another woman for your man. Or any man. Just being secure enough in yourself to enjoy another woman's body and affections and not put a label on it. It didn't turn me gay and I'm able to say I am more open sexually now because of that encounter.

And I had quite a few more since. 

So to wrap it up, a threesome is about feeling loved and desired and doted on. It's sharing and enjoying each other's bodies equally, giving pleasure and receiving pleasure in emotionally and physically healthy ways.

I think everyone should have this experience, I truly do. 

Will I find another girl to share my Jordan with? 

Absolutely not.