We actually hit the point that none of us could accurately remember how many play dates we had together. We were guessing that last Saturday was number five or six. Nope, number seven. Five Tuesdays plus Two Saturdays. As I previously noted, the first time or two resulted in vivid and detailed memories. As we have more times together, previous memories muddle the newest ones, and the play dates start to meld into one delicious recollection.
So, what did we do for lucky number seven? We had originally planned to start the day with a bike ride and then have sex, take a dinner break at a nice restaurant, and then have more sex. However, the morning kept spitting rain, so we made it a movie day rather than a biking day.
I had told BG about the effect his whispering had on me, how it stirs me. So, he had a new way to get me going, in case kissing, groping, rubbing, and fingering were not enough. Whispering has a couple advantages over the others: it is more discreet and more direct. We tried watching an opera, but during the opening, BG started to whisper exciting messages about what he wanted to do. After some point of hearing stimulating whispers and feeling sensual touches, I announced something along the lines of, \”I\’m sorry to interrupt, but I have to get fucked now.\”
So, we three trooped to the bedroom and had sex. BG and I started in Cowgirl for a while. SwingBot came up behind me and rubbed his cock against my ass while he held my breasts and pressed my back against his chest. He was tempted to try anal, but his thickness typically makes that a challenge, to say the least. The rubbing felt thoroughly delicious, though. Eventually, BG and I went into Doggie position and I performed fellatio on SwingBot while BG fucked me from behind.
I think that we went out to get lunch after finishing. We brought lunch back and returned to the opera. After food, BG and I started to make out on the couch. I could have done that for a while — the opera did not need to be watched, just heard — but we soon returned to the bedroom… even better! BG and I started this time in Missionary position. I know that Missionary is viewed as a dull position, but I enjoy it. Doggie and Cowgirl seem to be much more common (and I love those, too), in my experience. Its relative rarity makes Missionary a treat. Also, I like the face-to-face closeness that it provides. It can limit the number of people involved, but SwingBot got around that. He added a dildo to my ass and used that to fuck me while BG pounded my cunt with his cock.
After that, we went out for fondue dinner. BG had not been before, so it was fun to give him a new experience. That meal typically leaves SwingBot and me waddling from the restaurant, painfully full, but they do not seem to scale the cheese or dessert portions up for three people. We all left full, but not in overfed agony. I was glad, since we probably would not have been able to return to sex otherwise.
Upon our return home, we returned to the couch to digest and watch a movie. When we recovered sufficiently from dinner, we returned yet again to the bedroom. This time, SwingBot and I introduced BG to our sex swing. I had planned to peg him while he was in that, but had poor access to his ass. So, we eventually transferred him to the bed, tying him facedown. I pegged him and was \”Lucky Pierre\” again, with SwingBot fucking me from behind. Being the barrier through which SwingBot fucked BG\’s ass was remarkable. After SwingBot came in me, I stripped BG of most bondage gear, but kept the blindfold and told him he was not yet free of his bonds. I turned him onto his back and rode his cock in Cowgirl for a while. During this, I removed his blindfold and told him that he was free. He responded by grasping and pushing my breasts painfully hard, and I responded, \”Not that free!\”
We were both exhausted, so I dismounted and we took a breather. After the breather, BG fucked me until we collapsed. After that, he fell asleep. I lay beside him, both of us naked and stretched out across the bed, until I felt too cold and got back into my clothes. SwingBot had donned his robe and gone downstairs after sex ended, waiting for BG and I to join him. However, we took a while, since BG truly fell asleep and I did not want to wake him harshly. I tried climbing on top of him to catch his attention and offer a sensual wake-up call, but he kept falling asleep. While I lay on top of BG, SwingBot returned to the bedroom to learn the source of the holdup. I decided to try waking BG with some massage in his pelvic area; that feels very good for SwingBot. BG, surprisingly, was just ticklish. It did wake him, though not as gently as I had intended.
We three headed to the door for BG to leave. The two men reveled in their silly farewell handshake routine, this time embellishing slightly and discussing how they would eventually have a very elaborate handshake. I offered my hand to BG, and he gave me a withering look before he pulled me into our routine farewell kiss-and-grope. After BG departed, SwingBot and I staggered to bed.
On Sunday morning, SwingBot and I had a hot bout of morning-after sex in Cowgirl position. It is surprising how very exciting straightforward sex can be after a wild night of kinky sex. I had read that swinging couples find the end-of-night or morning-after sex between just them to be so amazing, but found that concept bizarre. I confess that it is something to be experienced to be believed.