I think that the tenth play date confirmed it; I am an addict.
I have other projects and hobbies that need my time and attention, but I let them slide in favor of play dates and discussing sex in the form of these entries and forum discussion threads. Thursday, I strove to work on a much-loved and lately-much-neglected project. I made pretty good progress; I have had more productive days, but it was not bad for how rusty I let myself get recently. However, as evening — and my work — progressed, I found myself increasingly horny.
I signed online for IM chat with BG, quite erroneously thinking that might serve as a placebo for my desire for sex. Instead, the manipulative dastard typed arousing messages that made me actually stop my work as I struggled to maintain composure. SwingBot made the killing blow, though, teasingly noting about my progress, \”I\’m sure that you\’d rather work on this… that you wouldn\’t want to be sandwiched between two men.\” About half an hour later, I wore nothing but a bathrobe and slippers as I greeted BG at our door.
Seeing BG in his comfy wear was kind of endearing. Though we established a casual dress code long ago, there is something charming and intimate about seeing what someone wears for relaxing at home. BG arrived wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Fancy? No, but somehow cutely sexy, maybe because it said that he really had settled in for the night, yet still rushed to respond to our invitation immediately.
SwingBot had not eaten dinner that night; our invitation had been, \”Bring take-out on your way here.\” So, BG and I went into 69 while SwingBot ate his late meal, watching us. We first started with me on bottom, but rolled at some point so that I was on top. After finishing his food, SwingBot joined us on the bed and I asked for Double Penetration. That wound up not working out, but I think that SwingBot enjoyed the fellatio that BG and I — especially BG — provided him in an attempt to start things.
Since Double Penetration did not work this time, I received anal first and, after a condom change, vaginal from BG. The man is obviously a practiced partner; he was able to fuck my ass and perform fellatio on SwingBot at the same time, from what must have been a very awkward position for him. At one point, I think while BG refreshed his condom, SwingBot got behind me and rubbed his cock against my cunt and ass, which always feels terrific and stimulating for both of us.
While BG fucked my cunt and I prepared for Spit-Roast, SwingBot suggested that we could do 69+1. I have wanted to do that since before we even found BG, but we have consistently somehow neglected it. This time, though, SwingBot was beneath me, licking my clit, while I sucked his cock and BG fucked me Doggie Style. It was every bit as enjoyable as I anticipated it would be and I am so grateful to SwingBot for remembering and suggesting it.
After he climaxed, BG crashed hard on the bed. I mounted SwingBot and rode him in Cowgirl until his wildly bucking hips signified his orgasm. I slipped off of him and looked over to notice that BG had actually fallen asleep. Someone had a long day! We three adjusted ourselves on the bed so that I could lie between them (my selfish preference), chatted for a while, and then BG woke enough to start up with me again. We began facing each other, me on my back with my legs up against his front, but he later flipped me onto my stomach so that I was flat against the bed and he rode me from behind to his second completion.
With that, we opted to call it a night. BG helped us make our bed before SwingBot and I escorted him downstairs. SwingBot and BG made their ceremonial handshake and routine jokes about making it increasingly elaborate. BG and I made out, my back against the side of a doorway. Both of us are enthusiastic kissers, so we tend to let ourselves get carried away. As usual, we did that evening, kissing, sucking on each other\’s necks, putting our hands under each other\’s clothes, rubbing each other, and overall stimulating ourselves and each other. SwingBot left the room for a while, during which time we got swept up in the goodnight kiss, and his return helped us regain our senses. I joked about the fun ending when the husband arrived and BG countered with \”slipping out the back door\” as he exited our front door. SwingBot and I went to bed together, ending the booty call.
I feel a little giggly about how the play date happened. Sure, people have booty calls all the time. I have had plenty in my experience. I just do not remember ever before having one that was so… blunt. There was always an \”other stated reason\” for getting together, whether sex was the main focus or not. \”Going out.\” \”Watching a movie.\” \”Just hanging out.\” I cannot recall previously contacting someone and asking, \”You wanna come over and have sex right now?\” This was a booty call, explicitly requested as such.
Stating that, though, I guess it is ridiculous to feel funny about it. After all, every date with BG, aside from the first meet-and-greet, has been a booty call. The only difference with this one was that it was not premeditated… not prescheduled. We have recurring Tuesday evening meeting for sex, and sometimes plan for Saturdays. Which is weirder, a recurring meeting for sex or an impromptu play date? Or the fact that I even ask that question?