The dirty adventures of a married mother of four

  I love the term “bangover meet” - the ache, tiredness, and next-level horniness that hit after a big party. This month I planned well. The day after the big party, I had the Bodybuilder coming over and I was excited. His girlfriend was away for a hen do so we would have the whole evening to enjoy each other’s company. As you know, the Bodybuilder is quite special to me. Over many months we’ve built a very safe place to explore and play. Being around him quietens my overactive brain. Tonight was the night to explore a role play for him and I was nervous beyond words to do it right! Starting the Role Play He arrived, we drank, and chatted about the party, his family and friends, and all the vanilla stuff while touching on the scenario he wanted. Then, looking at each other, it was starting. He cuddled into “mummy,” and we began discussing his “new girlfriend” he’d been spotted with. His innocence was clear. He’d only kissed her and didn’t know what to do next. Did he need hel...

  We’re definitely regulars now. And when a club throws a mammoth all-day-and-all-night party, how could we not go? Festival-inspired, the vibe ranged from Rio Carnival headdresses and nudity to Glastonbury-style chill. During the day, it was all outside. 250 people, mellow tunes, poolside lounging, bodies on beds, tents for shade. Mostly relaxed and social, with little pockets of naughtiness woven in. Husband and I parked ourselves on one bed for the whole event. His mobility makes it easier to stay put, and I dipped off for drinks, food, or to chat. There was a sense people were “saving themselves”. A full day and night is a long stretch, and most men only have so many rounds in them. Still, I had my eye on a couple of familiar faces including Lesley and the Sprinter. Both charismatic, kind, and exceptional to play with. I was definitely hoping to reconnect. Enter the pierced penis for more playtime We’d been chatting with a tall rugby player since queueing to enter who w...

  We’re always at the mercy of childcare, and currently my husband’s mobility, when it comes to getting away to a club. But one Friday night, the stars aligned. The club with the best accessibility was hosting an interracial party. So we went. It was a weird one. On Black Men & My “Vibe” Let me start with this: I have a strange relationship with black men. If you've read my blog, you’ll know I’ve probably played with more than my fair share. If black people make up approximately 4% of the UK population, then about 40% of my playmates have been Black which is well above statistical average. But it’s not because they’re Black. I’m not attracted to someone because of their race. I’m attracted to men who are confident, charismatic, and make me feel wanted. And yes, Black men often approach me more, seem more confident, and tend to have bodies to die for - but that’s not the why. I’m pulled to the energy. The attention. The desire. And apparently, I give off a vi...

 We’ve only really been swinging in the winter so far but turns out, clubs have outdoor spaces too. We went to a summer private party and oh, what a party it was. I’d decided to be a bit more social this time. Join in the group chat more beforehand, and actually talk to people when we arrived. Walking around, chatting, getting a feel for the crowd. It already felt like a very different experience for both of us. #1  Essex Boy He was sat on the beds around the pool, practically sweating nervous energy. I couldn’t tell if it was arrogance or just a total bundle of newbie nerves. But we chatted. Bit of cheeky banter. He didn’t believe I could deepthroat him - spoiler: I could. And did. On the pool beds, in front of everyone. He wanted to fuck, but I could already tell it’d be all about his pleasure and nothing for me. So I excused myself. Not worth it. #2 The 6ft6 Black Bodybuilder (and the Boxer Buffoon) I’d clocked Damo in the group chat beforehand. Saw him at the part...

  If you've been with us from the start, you might remember Unlucky Candidate Number One . Yeah, the Yank . Well… someone slid back into my inbox, and yeah, we hooked up. Things had changed a little. He’d clearly seen the fun we’ve been having (thank you, Fab verifications), and this time, he seemed more chilled, more grounded. He’d actually moved further away, which made things more complicated but we chatted regularly and aimed to find a time to meet for a proper social. To be fair, he pencilled in and cancelled multiple times. And yes, I did start to think he was a time-waster. But eventually, we locked in a plan: a casual social with the option to play if the vibe was right. It was a Friday, everything went wrong, and I ended up running late which I hate . The pub was packed due to either a wedding or funeral - hard to tell which - and the general crowd was... rough. But we found a quiet(ish) corner in the garden, grabbed a drink, and started chatting. And here’s...

  So, after the emotional chaos of the Pole (yes, that one, if you know, you know), you might be wondering what else happened that night. Truthfully? Not much. There wasn’t anyone else who made me tingle with excitement. But there were two young-ish men who weren’t completely awful. One in particular, Stocky Guy, caught my eye. Shorter, broader, not bad-looking. He first saw me bent over in the dungeon while Mr was spanking me. Not a bad intro, right? Later, we crossed paths at the bar. He tried to strike up a conversation just as I picked up drinks for Mr and me. I said I'd come back - fully intending to! - but then I handed over the drinks, got distracted mid-convo, and... promptly forgot about him. Apparently, that knocked his confidence a bit. He was also part of the group in the dark room, but didn’t put in a huge effort to talk with me. Overall, he just gave off this lukewarm energy which was neither particularly bold nor off-putting. We left the club soon after ...

  Yes. That’s exactly what I was told on Friday night. With a friend staying over to help for a couple of weeks, we finally had a rare night of childcare. So of course, we jumped at the chance for a night out and headed to the local club. Not our favourite spot by any means (past visits have been a bit... meh), but it’s nearby and easy. And after a long week, that was good enough. We arrived a little later than planned. Mr wasn’t in the best mood after a busy day, late departure, and general grump. We settled in while some of the regulars played organised games. It was very clear there was an established clique, and we weren’t part of it. Still, we grabbed a drink and drifted toward the dark room next to the air-con for some reprieve from the heat. One there a few men joined us to chat amiably: One older gent, decent enough shape A stockier, shorter guy who seemed friendly (we met him the next night for a private meet!) And then... him . 6ft 8. Good looking. Polish. ...

  Leo and I had started chatting when Cawston introduced us so the real fun could begin. He was kind, curious, and made me feel desired - everything I like in a playmate. We met for a casual ice cream, exchanged a few flirty glances and lots of dirty talk, and then arranged a one-on-one playdate. Just a little taste before the real event: a bi-MMF threesome with the well-endowed Cawston. By the time our trio was scheduled, the plans were set. A list had formed. A naughty, ambitious, slightly intimidating list of things we might like to try: Two cocks in my mouth Leo and I sucking Cawston together My clit on Leo’s tongue while Cawston fucked me from behind A spit roast DVP (if we were brave enough) A double facial It sounded a lot on paper, but we weren’t treating it like a rigid checklist. The list was more of a guide, a roadmap to explore… and maybe get lost along the way. It was a hot day – the first proper heat of the summer wh...