The dirty adventures of a married mother of four

  The Myth of Acceptance: Why Swingers Can Be the Most Judgemental of All We call this lifestyle accepting. A place where people come together to explore, connect, and enjoy each other without the judgement of the vanilla world. That’s the reputation, at least and what people say when telling others how much they like the social side of all of this. But I’m calling bullshit. Swingers can be some of the most judgemental people I’ve ever met. 1. Judged Like Meat on a Shelf Let’s start with the obvious: looks. Potential playmates are judged on the shallowest, most arbitrary features. Height, weight, cock size, race, nationality, ethnicity. It’s a meat market. Instead of seeing people, we reduce them to body parts they have no control over and dismiss them with a swipe, delete or block. Disposable. Now, attraction matters. Of course it does. Chemistry isn’t a given, and nobody should play with someone they don’t desire. But there’s a big difference between having preferences and...

Single men. Love them or avoid them, they make up the biggest proportion of the club, the apps, and the orgasms. But not all single men are created equal! Let’s Define Our Terms When I say single men , I don’t mean relationship status. I don’t care if a man has a girlfriend, a wife, a situationship, or if he’s genuinely unburdened by anyone at all. I’ll play regardless. To me, single men are defined by how they play . If a man turns up to a meet, a club, or a social without a partner in tow - no woman, no man, no couple - then in lifestyle terms he’s a “single man.” Simple as that. So now we’re on the same page, let’s talk about the two broad categories I’ve noticed. And I’ll say this up front: I’ve played with men in both camps, I still do, I love men from both camps and both groups have their pros and cons. Camp One: The Men Who Just Want To Get Laid Let’s start with the most obvious group: men who are here for one reason - to fuck. These guys often look at the lifestyle with ...

  Anticipation Crushed Having the Bodybuilder visit is ALWAYS a highlight. Life had got in the way and I did not enjoy the fact our diaries didn’t align. Eventually we had a Saturday in the calendar when his Mrs was working so he could come over while my husband took the kids out. He messages to say he’s leaving, I jump in the shower and get a message to say traffic is hell when I get out. He’s going to be 20 minutes late so I can slow down while getting ready. Just as I light the final candle and flop onto the bed in anticipation I get the message. “Mrs just called. She’s coming home from work sick. I’ve had to turn around. Sorry.” Devastation doesn’t even begin to cover it but I let Mr know and put jeans a t-shirt back on. The disappointment is palpable. Not just because we had all been looking forward to this visit with a clear plan in mind for what we would get up to, but because there was no new date in the diary. He had holidays, I had travel for work. We were looking at mo...

  Tied and blindfolded for his arrival So Lurch came back. Visually he’s not really my type, so I had a plan in my head. I wanted to be blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back when he arrived. Unfortunately, the kids had other ideas and Mr was still in the shower when Lurch pulled onto the drive. Then he just sat there for a while, which meant there actually would have been time to set everything up but I’d missed the chance. Using his intiative! We sat down together and he surprised me by choosing to sit right next to me on the big L-shaped section of the sofa. I was impressed that he came so close straight away. Then he leaned in and started kissing me. Honestly, this reminded me why I sometimes think about bringing back the no-kissing rule. It wasn’t terrible, but he was a little too insistent with his tongue for my taste. Not knowing exactly what he wanted next, I told him about my failed plan. His answer: “We can fix that.” Tied and Blindfolded He grabbed the tie...

  ‘tism returned. He was round not that long ago . It was a good meet although he lasted mere seconds. I had a feeling that a repeat meet would only yield better results and I was right - although it didn’t quite start as I hoped. He was bang on time. I was running late. He had said he has a thing for rubber which apparently is the one thing that I don’t own. So I chose a pleather corset that I struggled to tighten myself. He was at the door and I was not ready but let him and then lit the candles and poured the drinks. He was awkward again, not quite mastering the small talk, the flirt and banter. He also said NOTHING positive about the outfit, and believe me the corset, thong, fishnet bralette and gorgeous gown warranted a reaction. But he did start to kiss me. He seemed nervous though and he made no move to do anything else. I stripped him down and I enjoyed kissing his cock, and sucking it. The slight downward angle perfect for deepthroating and he was quick to ask me to sl...