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First Swingers Club Visit – Post scriptum

Yesterday it dawned on me I had forgotten a detail in my account of the swingers club visit.

An important detail as a matter of fact. We haven’t turned into swingers overnight. Princess and I are still hard-core BDSM lovers.

Back home from the club I made love to Princess. It was very intense, caring and loving but also hard and rough. The way Princess and I like it.

We had to take 5. We needed to catch our breath.
Princess and I kissed, our hearts pounding as mad.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Milord?” Princess sighed.
I hadn’t a clue and told her so.
“Maybe you should punish me. Haven’t I been a very bad girl?” she smiled.

This one of the many reasons why I am so much in love with Princess. She has it all. Princess is pure and perfect.

I knew what Princess wanted. I got out of bed and grabbed my cane.
“Turn around, on your belly,” I growled.
I started with some teasing and a few gentle blows.

“You have been a very bad and dirty girl, fucking around like that,” I told her, increasing the impact of the blows. I made sure I hit her on the same spot over and over. Then I moved half an inch and started again.

Soon Princesses’ delicious behind was deep red. She looked at me with a deep smile, eyes half open. For the zillionth time this evening Princess was enjoying deep sub-space.

I called it a night and covered Princesses’ naked body. Gently I kissed her neck and shoulder blades.

Princess moaned and was asleep before I killed the lights.

 

First Swingers Club Visit – Thoughts

Our first visit to a swingers club left Princess and I with a jumble of sensations and stimuli.
I needed a few days to separate all my impressions and put them in order.
So did Princess.

Princess told me she enjoyed herself so much it had staggered her.
It came as no surprise to me.

The many mind-fucks, finally leading to The Stranger(s) and the threesomes, revealed Princesses’ dark fantasies about being used.
With a few threesomes at our place, a safe and controllable environment, I gave Princesses’ desires a manageable shape.
I discovered that watching Princess having sex with another man is a hot and mind blowing experience. Simply organizing such an event makes me very horny already.

Furthermore it brings us even closer and deepens in some crazy way the intense connection we already have. I don’t feel jealous or threatened.
Seeing how Princess enjoys being fucked and used convinced me to explore this more in-depth.

Princess told me she was feeling so sexy, desired, and horny she could have fucked the whole club that evening.
Wow.

The first man that evening alternated licking and fucking. I remember him asking at a certain point what she wanted most: licking or more fucking.
“More fucking,” she whispered barely audible.
While he started thrusting again, Princess found my eyes.
“I love you, Milord,” she sighed smiling, and sank her teeth deep in my shoulder.
Wow.

She floated in what seemed like a continuous state of sub-space.

Princess told me she had been looking forward visiting a swingers club for some time. She added the experience had been overwhelming. It had astonished her how much she had enjoyed it. How she had learned something unexpected about herself.
Princess added she wanted to repeat the experience.

For me visiting a swingers club had been on my wish list for a few decades.

Sharing this with Princess was an honor.
The experience exceeded my fantasy. I enjoyed every bit of it.

Presenting Princess to another man as a fuck toy made me so horny it drove me almost crazy. The power of being able to do that gave me indescribable pleasure.
Watching Princess being fucked maddening.
I felt self-confident.
Turning Princess into a fuck slut, an ongoing process, extremely satisfying.
Seeing how men reacted to Princess, with distinct lust, made me very proud of the love of my life.

Princess and I felt like ducks to water.

On the negative side I found the dim light took some of my visual pleasures away.

On our way back home the longing to make love to Princess was painfully unbearable. The thought of making love to Princess, with the smell and taste of sex all over her, maddening to an extent my brain felt like exploding.

This adventure brought us closer than anybody can be. The level of trust between us even more absolute. I don’t think one can do something like that and not trust each other.

My love for Princess has deepened even more. Our bond now exceedingly unbreakable.

It was a totally positive experience for the both of us and it left us hungry for more.

First Swingers Club Visit – Part 2

There we were, Princess and I, lying next to each other in a dark alcove. Princess was sighing and moaning while a man was licking her.
Princess grabbed my hand. In the dim light I could see her looking at me. She squeezed my hand, arched her back and came mumbling thank you.
“Oh…” and came again.
And again.
On the way back home she told me this guy was fingering her ass while licking her. A maddening experience she added. Duly noted my dear. 
“Can I fuck your girlfriend?” he asked.
“Sure,” I told him, “be my guest.”
He grabbed a condom and swiftly penetrated Princess.
The man fucked her hard. Very hard.
At the sound of it he seemed to have a very good time.
“Ain’t she a great fuck? ” I asked.
“Oh yes,” he growled, “oh god, her pussy is so tight. You are a lucky son of a bitch, having such a delicious girlfriend.”
My question had encouraged him even more. He was pounding Princess harder and harder.
Princess screamed and sighed while trying to kiss me.
 
After a short while he pulled out and started licking again. It made Princess come and then some more.
Fucking.
Licking & fingering ass.
The man went on and on, insatiable it seemed.
 
Then he pulled out again.
“What do you want,” he asked, “being licked or fucked?”
“Fuck me,” Princess whispered.
Her words made me rock-hard with desire.
 
The man went on. Alternating the fucking with licking and fingering her ass.
His breathing intensified.
He started moving slower.
Then he pushed his pelvis forward, penetrating Princess as deep as possible.

I kissed Princess while he came.

 

Then it was over.
He thanked us, got rid of his condom and disappeared. Throughout the evening though he was always in our immediate surroundings. Winking, giving a thumb up, smiling. He even held Princesses’  hand unsolicited while she was having sex with another man. I had to chase him away.
 

Back at the bar we ordered new drinks. Went to the small movie theater. On the silver screen a happy looking rastaman was fucking a big breasted woman. She had a lot of dark pubic hair and we both found it rather erotic.

 

Single men were running around, hard cocks in their hands, masturbating.
Some glory holes had penises sticking out of them. Nobody cared. Princess told me if one of these nameless cocks had a condom around it she would have sucked it.
That’s my girl.
 
Back at the bar we enjoyed observing the dance floor.
hen I noticed him.
A middle-aged man sitting at the bar. He looked okay albeit somewhat nerdy.
“I promised I’d pick a guy for you to fuck, ” I told Princess.
“Yes, you did and a promise is a promise, ” she smiled.

“Come,” I said and we moved to the other side of the bar, next to where the guy was sitting.
I ordered two cokes.
I started kissing Princess, turning her back towards him while I moved my hand to her buttocks.

Then, in one swift movement I turned Princess and myself around. She was now facing the guy and I was standing behind her.
“Isn’t she a doll?” I asked to the guy.

“Oh yes,” he stuttered, completely taken off guard.

 

“Touch her, feel how soft and warm her ass is,” I encouraged him, turning Princess around once again.
Hesitantly he put his hand on her hip and then moved to her ass.
“Take it slow now,” I smiled, “enjoy, don’t be greedy.”
Princess started kissing me while the man’s hands explored her buttocks.
I turned her around again so she was facing the man.

We chitchatted and he told us it was his first time. He divorced after 20 or so years. Blah blah blah…
 
I lowered a cup from her bra and he bent forward, licking her nipple.
Princesses tongue danced around mine. I was having a ball, playing with this man’s desires.
From the corner of my eye I noticed how Princesses’ hand found its way in the man’s boxer. She pulled out his dick and started playing with it.
Soon he had his hand in her pantie. He was making the right moves as Princess held me tighter and closer.
 
I noticed how we had the full attention of another couple. I guess for a first time Princess and I were doing very well.
For a moment I hoped this couple would in some way connect with us later on as I fancied the woman. That did not happen though.
 
The man was now completely swept away with what was happening.
 
Then I covered Princesses’ breast.
He looked at me, astonished. Princess still had his cock in a firm grip, moving her fist up and down in a very slow, teasing pace.
Before he could say something I asked him if he enjoyed eating pussy.
He said yes, stumbling over his words, the poor man.
I turned to Princess.
“It is your lucky evening,” I smiled.
I grabbed her hair and told the man to follow us.
Most of the private booths were already taken. One had two beds and there was an unoccupied mattress. .
 
I pushed Princess down on the bed and removed her string. I spread her legs and told the man to make her cum at least two times. I promised he could fuck her after accomplishing the task.
 
I held Princess in my arms and she played with my cock while the guy did his very best.
Then Princess came.
And then a second time.

It was not as intense as with the ass-fingering guy but it were good ones she told me afterwards.

 

He looked at me.
“Grab a rubber”, I told him.
Soon he was fucking the love of my life.
Princess and I close, eyes locked in each other.
I felt every stroke.
 
Then he came.
Thanked us.
Left.
I started fingering Princess.
Then guy number one appeared out of nowhere. Dropped his boxer hoping Princess would suck him.
“Go away,” I said.
“Okay. Sorry.”
 
Another guy was caressing Princesses leg. He looked okay.
For a moment I hesitated.
I almost told him to grab a rubber and fuck Princess.
But it had been enough for a first visit.
I wanted to make sure Princess was okay.
 

It was almost midnight. There was the loud music. The disco ball. People having fun.

 

“Let’s go home, ” I told Princess. “I am longing for you. I want to make love to you. I want to make you mine again.”

 

“I want to be yours only, ” Princess whispered.

“Back home you’ll get in bed immediately,” I growled. “No showering, understand? I want to make love with while I taste and smell the other men on you. You hear me?”
Princess shivered and grabbed my hand. Kissed me for what seemed like eons. 
It was the  perfect answer.
To be continued
Illustration via Wikimedia Commons
 
 

First Swingers Club Visit – Part 1

I picked Princess up at 7 pm. She looked gorgeous in her red coat. A broad and happy smile.
Princess is a natural beauty. She does not need make-up. Yet she had used some in a very discrete way. It made Princess even more beautiful and radiant.
 
Earlier that day I had texted Princess telling her what I wanted her to wear. Also, if she had the time, polishing her nails red would be great. I added the goal was for her to feel very sexy and desirable.
 
I hadn’t told Princess where I was talking her but later that evening she told me she had a hunch. Adding that she had hoped it would be, finally, the swingers club.
 
When I first met Princess, over 6 years ago, I sensed she was a submissive, impatient to be born.
I had and have the incredible honor to introduce and guide Princess in the world of BDSM.
 
Later, preparing The Stranger fantasy, I became quite sure Princess was open for far more.
Princess liked the idea of visiting a swingers club but only in some kind of D/s dynamic. Like me choosing a guy for her and so on. She did not like the idea of going for sex only.
Yet deep down I was sure Princess would enjoy just that: being used, the sex.
 
We arrived at the club at little past 9.
On the parking lot quite some Dutch license plates. The Netherlands are only a few miles away.
 
We entered the club.
Entry fee was 40 Euro for the both of us.
Drinks included.
The guy asked if we were first time visitors.
He gave me a key for our locker and a short explanation.
Also he told us to warn him if we encountered a pushy man. Such behavior was not tolerated at the club.
 
This I found on the website of the club :
This is not a couples only club. Couples are supposed to mingle with the single men. The club would make sure single men did not overcrowd. Couples whom have a problem with that are better of in other, couple only, clubs.
Couples where the man is more active than the wife are not welcome.
The club’s niche is threesomes and group sex.
 
That’s why I chose this club.
Princess and I got ready.
I was wearing only a black boxer-shirt.
“It seems to me the tables have turned,” Princess chuckled.
I smiled.
In BDSM clubs Princess is the one being naked most of the time.
Now I was almost naked while Princess was wearing sexy lingerie.
 
At the bar we ordered wine. There was a pole, a disco ball and seventies & eighties music. Lots of people of all ages except for very young people.
 
We walked around the place.
There was a small cinema with a few chairs and a huge bed in front, under the silk screen.

They projected old porn flicks. Hairy cocks and pussies and natural looking women. Blacks with huge cocks.

 

I closed my eyes.
For a moment I imagined Princess there, on the bed, with a few men and me.  A gang bang maybe.
People watching.
Men jacking off.
Princess wet and horny, moaning, panting and being fucked and fucked and then some more.
Oh boy.

We continued our visit of the place.
Glory holes, a jacuzzi, showers, small rooms and bigger rooms. Cupboards with towels and like a zillion condoms.
Not that much light.
Cozy.
 
I felt good and comfy and so did Princess. For me this was a very old fantasy/dream finally coming true.
 
Back at the bar a man came to us.
He grabbed her hand.”I like you,” he told Princess, “you look gorgeous. Can I touch you? If you and your friend are okay with that of course.”
Princess looked at me.
I nodded yes.
Before entering the club I had told Princess I wanted her to have a ball. To enjoy the evening. Go with the flow and simply be herself.
I had no restrictions whatsoever except for our few rules.
No kissing.
Sucking and fucking with a rubber.
We stay together. No solo activities.

Princess  was free to have no sex or fuck every living soul in the club and anything in between.
 
I pulled down a cup of her bra and told the guy to enjoy himself.
Soon Princess was kissing me with fierce intensity. Her tongue flicking in and out my mouth with deep desire and sexual hunger.
This was a different Princess. An assertive woman in total balance with her sexuality, ready to enjoy the total freedom I had given her.
The man was playing with her breast while fingering her.
I noticed Princess had pulled out his cock and was jerking him off.
Way to go, I thought and I smiled. I felt proud of my Princess. It was clear she was self-confident and having fun.
 
Princess almost went trough her knees when she came.
I looked at the guy.
“You like eating pussy?” I asked.
“Oh yes, you have such a gorgeous woman,” he sighed.
 
I grabbed Princesses’ hair and said “come with me.”
 
In one of the corridors I pushed her up a few stairs. There was a small alcove.
“Lay down and enjoy,” I told her pulling down her panties.
I held Princess in my arms. I noticed how she spontaneously spread her legs in a welcoming gesture.
Hungry the man went down on her.
“Ohhhhh…. ” Princess moaned, pressing her mouth against my shoulder. Soon I felt her teeth sink in my flesh while she was swept away on a roller-coaster of orgasms.Our first evening ever in a swingers club had taken a flying start.
 
To be continued
 
 
 
 
 

So many possibilities…

An evening in a Sushi restaurant, some two years ago.
Princess and I are enjoying diner.
At a table next to ours two guys, in their thirties.
For some reason we connect.
 
We have fun, talk, laugh. Princess and I and the two guys.
 
Then we leave, Princess and I.
Back home we fantasize.
What if we had invited those guys over to our place?
What if they had been open for some extra fun?
 
What if did not happen.
Maybe it would not have happened after all, for whatever reason.
 
Yet it stays, up to today, a strong fantasy of ours. 
 
Many moons later we have The Stranger at our place.
It is the very first time we play with three.
There is some sex but not much.
It is all way to new.
I made a few photos though. The Christmas tree is also on one of them. That tree was also a first one in the 10 years I live alone.
 
After that we grew more confident, Princess and I.
An extra male play partner, once in a blue moon, is a lot of fun. And for me a challenge in finding a good scenario and creating a fluid and erotic play evening.
 
I am thinking about putting an ad on Fetlife or so and recreate that evening at the Sushi eating place.
Well, I won’t choose for a restaurant but more for a pub. A guy, a switch or a Dominant, would approach us, play a game of seduction. He would be following a scenario I have already written but should be creative enough to go with the flow.
 
It would be about seduction and challenge and curiosity. We would end the evening at our place. BDSM and a threesome, a titillating and arousing mixture.
Princess and I are fully into BDSM. But dabbling our toes in the world of swingers sounds like fun too.
Princess enjoys being used and I enjoy watching her being used. And all the sensations in between and around.
Image found on Pinterest. Source unknown.

Thoughts – October 6, 2017

Princess and I  enjoyed our trip to Poland. It rained most of the time but we were together. The bad weather did not stop us. One can protect himself from cold and rain.

We did not make love in the evening because we were simply to exhausted. Instead we watched a movie every single evening. Cozy on the couch. Princess and I. Simply the two of us enjoying a few days of living together 100% of the time.
Sure we quarreled a few times. I live alone, Princess has her kids. Two worlds colliding. We made it. We survived the bad weather, the cold, the quarrels because our love is deep, because, finally, Princess and I are one.

Back home we started to play again. Yes, it had been quite some time since that last evening we played. D/s for some reason had become less important yet we can’t live without it.

I introduced The Stranger in our life. Then there was Sid, The Stranger Part 2. We had fun, Princess and I and it made us even stronger. It made us feel even closer, this secret of lust and desire we shared.

It is just fun. Just sex. Coloring outside the lines. I am sure some of you dislike this. Love should stay pure, untouched.
We are just discovering each other’s sexuality and there is nothing wrong with that. Hell, we are giving each other that necessary space to discover our deepest sexual fantasies. We talk, open and honest. We play, we experiment.

In the end it is just the two of us, Princess and I.
The liberty, the openness, the space is just one little part of whom we are, Princess and I.

This blog is and always will be a personal diary. This blog is not for you. It is our story and we have chosen to share it with whom is interested.

I have noticed a dramatic drop in the reading stats since Princess and I started experimenting with others.

I believe most of our Readers followed us because our relation is near to perfect. Believe me, it still is. Only a secure, honest and deep relation makes it possible for two people to travel together into the dark abyss of each other’s sexual desires.
And survive it.

In a few weeks from now I am taking Princess to a Swinger’s club. If all goes well I’ll invite a few men to fuck her. I’ll be in charge. I’ll make the scene happen in a way that makes Princess happy.
She’ll be used. I’ll give the orders. I’ll say the words Princess loves to hear.

That is love at its best. She has desires, I have desires. We match them and enjoy them.

At the end Princess cries in my arms, tells me her deepest secrets, trusts me 100%. And vice versa.
That is what connects us. Two souls being one.

True love is not about lying or pretending.
It is about being yourself with your partner.
And some other stuff too.

 

Thoughts – May 16, 2017

Just for the record, I love and respect Princess deeply.
My love, trust and respect for Princess is absolute.
What we have and share is beyond words.

I love what it does with my mind, my body when I take Princess. Her gaze, her body language, her submission when I spear her is pure beauty. It is something I never experienced before. Every single time we fuck and make love is a unique and mind-blowing experience.

Lately SM and rope have become more important and are replacing spanking, whipping and flogging as it is something we need to be careful with.
Well, except pussy spanking.

Inflicting pain and seeing Princesses’ reaction is a huge turn-on for me. The SM part is slowly evolving.
I like that.
I love giving pain.
I love creating a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Sometimes Princess begs me for pain. I like that very much.
There is something else though that pushes my buttons really hard. It is difficult to admit because on a simple level it might conflict with my deep love and respect for my wife to be. Ah, let’s cut the crap, Princess is my wife already.

I love to watch Princess being fucked by another man.
There, I said it.

Mind-blowing does not start to describe what I feel when I hold Princess and watch her being fucked by The Stranger. Feeling his thrusts go through Princesses’ body, her breasts dancing on his rhythm. He goes hard and deep and relentless, her moaning, sighs and pleasure of being used as a slut, make me hard and mad with desire. I feel no jealousy, just pleasure and a kick no extreme sport or drug would ever give me.
Stopping him, changing place, a few hard rips, then we swap places again.

Pain and rope

It is the second best thing I ever experienced. It pushes buttons I never knew existed. It is something I am barely able to describe.
Princess feels the same albeit for her it is about being used and reacting to my assignments.

If all goes well The Stranger will be our guest this Saturday. My slave will wear his cock cage. He’ll be serving me, he’ll be serving Princess. There will be rope and more.

After a while Princess will set his cock free.

We’ll end the evening with a threesome, our second one. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll do a double penetration. It will be a first for the three of us. I know it is one of Princesses’ most deepest fantasies. Mine too and I’m pretty sure my slave can’t wait either.

Next week, Tuesday in the late afternoon, Princess and I are going on a mid-week in the Belgian Ardennes.

We’ll be back Friday afternoon as Little A. is with me that weekend.
Saturday, Little A., Big A. and M. are invited at our place. Princess will be cooking one of my favorites: chili con carne.
We are going to celebrate the gift of live I received 58 years ago.

Soon after Princess and I will be exploring uncharted territory. It has been something we’ve been talking about for quite some time.

Princess agreed with desire and lust to visit a swingers club.
It will be a first for me. In her previous life Princess visited such a place a few times but for nothing more than watching.

I’ve already picked a club. It is in The Netherlands but not that far from where we live. They offer quite some interesting theme evenings. Unfortunately the hard-core swingers/BDSM evening is on a Friday evening. Our evening is Saturday but maybe we can find around that.

We told each other it is about a visit, watching others, being looked at ourselves. You know, the old voyeurism and exhibitionist stuff.

Yet Princess and I know that is not entirely true.

I would enjoy seeing Princess having a great time. With a woman, with an extra man or men.

What I’m not looking for is me having some kind of sex with another woman. I prefer being the puppet master, playing and creating a scene with Princess and others.

I prefer being in control. I am not interested in a fuck because it won’t push any of my buttons and besides, I only want to fuck Princess.

It is something I haven’t cleared my mind on yet. But that is exactly the fun of visiting uncharted territory.