Update on Clark and Dara

So, remember this?

There have been texts back and forth and we are on the same page. We all want to see each other again. Sexy time is imminent. So that, my friends, is a win.

Except there is an "if". If we can get our fucking schedules to mesh. We require a bit of planning what with a small child and the need for a babysitter. Their kids are older but still live at home. The nights we have a sitter this month, they are out of town. Life stuff ya know. It sucks the spontaneity out of it but its ok. Its good to know where we all stand and hopefully schedules will work out eventually.

I'm cool with this actually. We made some great new friends that we feel good about exploring with sexually when the timing works out. Its nice. There's no pressure but its on the table. Besides, anticipation is half the fun.

xoxo,
Bella

Meeting Clark and Dara

Disclaimer: No nakedness or sexy time takes place in this post. If that is what you're looking for, don't waste your time.

This post is past due I know. But since I waited so long, now we've gone out with our new friends twice so I have more to write about! See? Wicked smaaaat am I.

Mr. Man and I have had our profiles on a swinger site for some time now. Nothing too much has come of it with the exception of meeting one person, who Mr. Man did end up hooking up with and we are actually still friends with her IRL and on Facebook. Her ex husband and I even text occasionally and have an on again, off again flirtation although we've never met in person. Anyway. Besides that little episode, we've never both been attracted to the same couples and haven't pursued much from that site.

Until now.

Meeting # 1:

We had an email from a local couple (let's call them Clark and Dara, just because) who were interested in talking and asked us out for drinks a few weeks ago. Mr. Man is the one who usually keeps up with any activity from that site so he forwarded their message to me and asked me to check out their profile to see what I thought. They looked like a normal, average couple, and I was in a bit of a reckless mood and we had a babysitter lined up anyway, so I said what the hell, lets meet them. I know you won't believe me, but I am quite shy when it comes to meeting new people with this objective in mind. I just find it to be awkward and I've been hesitant to go "all in" with this swinger site thing. But not this night apparently.

I put on a black cashmere sweater, pretty scarf, some tight jeans, and black heels. Because you know you want to know what I wore. Nothing slutty. I was going for understated sexy. We get to the bar, a new place we'd never been to before, and I text Clark to let him know we're there. They are sitting at a table nearby so we walk up. Introductions are made and we sit.

First impressions: Dara actually looks younger in real life than in her pictures. Clark looks a bit older but that's not a bad thing. They are physically fit and overall, look like your average 40-something couple, whatever that means. They are super friendly and very easy to talk to. We have drinks and talk about kids, vacations, how we met our spouses, how we got into the "lifestyle", work, our town, prior sexual experiences, the club scene, etc. Things seem to be going well and there are no awkward long silences which is a terrifying prospect for me in this type of scenario. As the drinks flow, Clark and I get a bit flirtier. He touches my arm a couple of times. Good signs right? Mr. Man and Dara are a bit more reserve, which was expected.

There's nothing all that sexy to report. This meeting was simply that, to meet and hang out for a bit. We left the bar a few hours later and exchanged "let's do this again soon"s.

I was thinking how interesting it would be to be in their car on the ride home. Mr. Man and I had a debriefing session and talked about what we thought of them and if we wanted to see them again and I'm sure they did about us as well. The verdict: we had a great time and would definitely go out with them again if they were interested.

I did have some minor reservations that seem silly now, regarding attraction. Clark is not someone I would be initially drawn to based on looks alone. Dara isn't interested in women so that wasn't an issue. I wasn't UN-attracted to him, but I wasn't aching to jump his bones either. This bothered me a little and I'm interested in how others handle this. Do you have to be wildly attracted to the other person to consider casual sexual encounters? With those thoughts in mind, I knew that I wanted to hang out with them again in a vanilla setting to see if that swayed the balance a little bit one way or the other. It did.

Meeting # 2:

Clark and I had some flirty text conversations over the next week that were quite nice and we all agreed to go out again in a couple of weeks. That was last weekend. This time we met them at a local dive bar. Dara looked smokin' hot in knee high black boots and a short snug dress. My first reaction when I saw Clark this time was "awww, he's totally adorable". That may not be the reaction most men want from a new women they are hoping to bed, but so be it.

We played several games of pool and had more drinks (thank god for alcohol, right?) and conversation. Clark stepped up the flirting level, which I found charming and Dara and Mr. Man talked quite a bit more this time as well. After the bar, we headed to a restaurant and chatted for another hour or so. The day after, Clark and I exchanged "we had a good time" texts and thus ends our adventures with Clark and Dara for now.

The reservations I had about attraction are gone. The second "date" eased my mind and I have no lingering qualms about potential naked time with him. I can't even explain it really. Just that my uncertainty about it is no longer there. He's a fun guy who makes me laugh and I find him charming and quirky and cute. Kinda like I see myself on a good day.

Who knows what will transpire with our new friends. Its been a very positive experience so far though, and I'm very happy about that.

Stay tuned.
xoxo,
Bella

sexy cliche

Another costume to celebrate Halloween week for you lovely readers.

However, in the interest of full disclosure I must tell you that this is from a few years ago and my ass is now a couple sizes larger. Sigh. But its still very spank-able, so there is that at least.

Also, in potentially sexy weekend news, Mr. Man and I met a local couple from a swinger site for drinks last night. I'll recap that new development as soon as I get time.

xoxo,
Bella

reckless

an oldie but goodie. a hot day.

I feel like doing something crazy. Sexually adventurous. Fucking hot.

I am a restless bird. In all things, not just sexually. In life. Always searching for contentment. Not even that, more like searching for something new. All the time. Its exhausting. But when it comes to fruition, it's a high that I can't get from anything else. Its why I love to travel so much. New things to stimulate all senses.

New sexual experiences are the epitome of curbing restlessness for me. And when I want that newness, I REALLY want it. Like now. Frustration comes when I don't see an outlet for it.

Mr. Man and I have had more sex lately than usual and this is a good thing. We are in a good place. We're being more affectionate, more open, more communicative. We are being kinder to each other. This seems to give me more mental room to fantasize and want even more. I'm not sure that even makes sense. Put another way, I'm not worried about where Mr. Man and I are in our relationship, I know we are in a good place. And we both want sexual newness and adventure. This realization frees my mind to think about making that happen even more.

I know I must be patient and this is not something to go about in a reckless manner. But dammit, I just want to fuck and be fucked by another. I want Mr. Man to watch me being taken by another man. To watch me with a woman. I want to see him pleasured by someone other then myself. I want him to experience the new sensations of another woman's touch, another woman's insides.

Patience Bella, patience.

Things seem to be changing somehow. I think for the better but then again, I'm never certain.

Mr. Man and I are in a good, dare I say great, place. Our sex has been frequent and a bit spicier lately. I did discuss him fucking me on his desk at work, right? But did I mention the blow job I gave him in the park last week? We've also been discussing our lifestyle choices and agree that if we want to continue exploring this, that all we have to do is make more of an effort. We've updated photos and our profile on a swinger site and have been more openly talking about such things lately. I'm not sure if anything tangible will progress in that regard but its nice to think and talk about with him. It makes me feel closer to him and that's something I had been missing.

Outside of those aspects, things are not so spicy. And that is ok right now. C-Man and I aren't exactly simpatico lately and I'm not sure where that relationship is going. We grew very close and his friendship means a lot to me. But things have become muddled somehow. Its a complicated thing he and I have created, perhaps to our detriment. We each want different things and neither of us are willing, nor should we have to, compromise on these things for the other one. I value what we had together and am fortunate to have found someone I trusted to explore a bit of BDSM. If we end things, I will miss that and am not sure where or if I'll be able to find it again. But I am asking myself if the value of that is worth the strain caused by other issues. 

I'm fortunate to be able to hang out with 13 Messages a lot lately. We seem to have found a schedule that works nicely and have enjoyed some late movies and a few beers in recent weeks. While its not in the cards for us to play together these days, I very much enjoy discussing life and sexy things with him. However, I must add that it is only via a massive amount of willpower and respect for boundaries that keeps me from straddling him in a dark movie theater.

You may now consider yourself updated on all things sexy in the life of Bella.

xoxo,
Bella

Standstill

I don't know that I even remember how to write about sexy things anymore. Not too many new things in that regard have been going on and family life and work have taken priority, as perhaps they should. And yet, sexuality is such a large part of who I am and who I want to be. Exploring new facets of eroticism is something I want to keep doing if I can somehow make it work. And so I carry on the best way I can with my "real life" while trying not to lose that other side of myself.

Playtime with others has been nonexistent. I haven't seen C-Man in months and while 13 Messages and I see each other a lot, playing together is just not on our plates right now. There are sexy texts between Jake and I occasionally but no physical contact since our first and last make-out session. Jr. High and Girl Crush's husband (now ex) pop in and out of my phone's inbox at times but they aren't serious contenders (on my part) to spend any time in my panties.

On the other hand, Mr. Man and I managed a steamy date night a couple of weeks ago and I somehow ended up on my back on top of his desk in his office being fucked fast and hard. That will happen again soon I hope. And unless circumstances intervene, I will be meeting C-Man in November for a steamy few days.

I wonder what the future holds for Mr. Man and I. Will we continue to explore this "lifestyle" or have we had our fill of it, so to speak? I tend to think that if we met the right couple or individual, that we would delve into it again. But that is the tricky part isn't it? To find people that you each click with or approve of the other person being intimate with. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime we aren't particularly seeking it out but wouldn't reject the idea if it presented itself again. How's that for vague and not definitive. It is an election year after all.

xoxo,
Bella

There's no crying in baseball!!!

But there is crying in a sub/Dom relationship apparently. As you know if you have read C-Man's account of our time in Boston. I have struggled with how or even if to write about this and I'm not sure I will be successful even now after it's been several weeks.

The conflict I had with playtime in Boston was this...I went there on a very close family member's dime...a family member who would be crushed, heartbroken, shocked, sickened, saddened and all other manner of bad things if they knew about my life as Bella. There would be time with this family member to bond and explore the city and we were both looking forward to it very much. And yet, C-Man lived within driving distance and knows the city and it was a perfect opportunity to see him as well. An opportunity that seemed a shame to let go to waste. So I was at war with myself on how to have these two lives cross in such close proximity to each other. I would have to be Bella during part of my time in Boston and then quickly switch to the girl this family member knows and loves so very much, the good girl. I wasn't sure I could handle the mental conflict and the closer the trip came, the more difficult I found the thought of that to be. As C-Man said, I made the decision not to play a few days before. I realize it wasn't fair to waffle on C-Man like that but this conflict I was having...it was real and new, and a very big issue for me.

The points C-Man makes in his post about Jake are valid ones. But not ones that I will address in this post. That is a whole other topic and had no bearing on my inner struggle or the fact that I became a teary hot mess during playtime. I fully intended to stand strong and not even kiss, much less fuck C-Man. These intentions were in place right up to the point when he was in my room. But then he was right there. Close to me. Touching me. And dammit, I am weak.

A switch was most definitely thrown inside me as well and I changed to full-on Bella mode, his plaything, putty in his hands so to speak, meant to be controlled and most willing to comply. There is a place in my mind that craves to be dominated, used in some way, controlled by someone I trust not to harm me or go too far. The more C-Man and I delve into this somewhat new and scary realm, the deeper the emotional ramifications. And thus my tears. The tears were suddenly rolling down my face, smearing my mascara and surprising both of us.

Many things were going through my mind that probably contributed to this emotional release. I was mad at myself for doing what I was doing when I had told myself that I most certainly wouldn't. I was a bit angry that he was angry that I hadn't wanted to and yet here he was, "forcing" his cock into my mouth. But I DID want to. And that made me angry and confused as well. I wanted to let go of the stuff going on in my head and just release it all, lose myself in the role of the sub and let the chips (and tears) fall.

The end result was a new level of feeling, a new level of conflict even. Said family member actually met C-Man and loved him, as is our blogger friend's general effect on people. The chasm between my two lives widened and I feel the strain of maintaining these opposite sides of myself a bit more than before. I feel like there must be some sort of breaking point eventually and that scares me. I don't know how to reconcile this Jekyl and Hyde thing I've got going on. No clue. Honestly, the real me is closer to Bella than the Good Girl, but Bella would break too many of my loved ones hearts. And so I persist in the Good Girl role for them and in the Bella role for you and myself.

xoxo,
Bella

Part Two, Bella's Elusive O

Now where was I? Oh yes, it was time for C-Man to witness "the event". He had heard me climax over the phone but in person is altogether a different matter of course. Even with a vibe I have to be in the right frame of mind, suffiiciently stimulated and turned on. Not that this was a problem given that C-Man had just fucked me crazy. Don't get me wrong about my issue with climaxing, I love love love a cock inside of me. I love the feeling of fullness and of being entered over and over again. I just need a lil extra somethin' somethin' to take me over the edge.

The first time happened just as C-Man described. What he can't tell you about is what was going on in my head. Cumming with someone new is kind of a big deal for me, but actually this first time with C-Man was  easier than the times afterwards in the hotel (but thats another post).

So I reached over and opened the "sexy drawer" of my nightstand. By the way, if you don't have a sexy drawer, you totally should. Another motto of mine is to "keep all things erotic within easy reach of the bed". Not as catchy as "cum big or go home" but just as wise. My sexy drawer has my favorite vibe, batteries, some erotica, lube, a couple of my favorite pornos, and a glass dildo (from our lovely friends I might add). Stock it as you please but by all means, get yourself a sexy drawer! You can thank me later.

C-Man says "what are you doing?"...I tell him "I'm about to use my vibrator"....he gets a twinkle in his eye and a devilish grin and replies "And I'm about to pay very close attention"....  That guy makes me laugh.

My vibe is a purple bullet with nubby things on it. In case you were wondering or anything. I get a new one every so often but this is my latest favorite. You know what? I should name it...ohhhhh, next post will be "Name Bella's Vibe"...I'll have to come up with a cool giveaway for the winner or something. Ok, anyway, focus Bella focus.

Cumming with Mr. Purple Bullet (nah, not original enough) is always good. But cumming with the Lavender Lover (oh, that has possibilities, what do you think?) while your playmate expertly fingers your g-spot? Fucking amazingly intense and deeply satisfying. As in skin-tingling-body-glistening-breath-taking-fist-clenching-toe-curling-break-your-partners-neck-and-then-roll-yourself-into-a-ball-and-see-jesus kind of intense. Poor guy, I should have warned him that I might attack him while riding the wave and then of the aftermath where I withdraw into myself and need time to recenter and come back to earth.

And then what do I do after the sex is over and we begin to drift off to sleep all cuddled up? I grab my pillow and a blanket and leave him alone in my and my husband's bed. What? He was breathing really loudly and was kindof snoring a little. Sue me. Sometimes I am such a bitch.

G'night.

xoxo,
Bella

Bella's Elusive O, Part I

My brain is a weird place. But you know that already. Its also weird when it comes to sex, the climaxing part at least. As sexy and erotic as the physical aspect of Mr. Man"s and my relationship is with C-Man and M, from my perspective the mental aspect is just as intriguing.

As I may have mentioned before, I am not the easiest girl for a lover to bring to climax. As a matter of fact, it is damn near impossible without the aid of a vibrator. This is no fault of the other party, it is a factor of someone knowing my body, how and where I like to be touched, what turns me on, as well as my own mentality and focus at the time. That last one is probably the most difficult one. (For the record, I can masturbate myself to the Big Finish with no problems if my head is in it).

Although my climaxes may be somewhat elusive for most partners (I can cum with Mr. Man EVERY time, dude has got it down y'all), the reward for patience and persistence is this....I am not a mini-orgasm girl nor a quiet cummer. My motto is "cum big or go home". When I orgasm, I orgasm with my entire body and the neighbors will probably hear it as it is happening. It is a big loud raucous deal, an event if you will. Angels sing and fairies dance. Or something like that. Bottom line, its fucking fabulous and I should charge admission for this shit.Gawd, I want to masturbate right NOW. Wait, am I digressing? Because I feel like I'm digressing...a little bit.

Anywho.

I had warned C-Man about this little quirk of mine a long time ago. I just don't want a guy to think "oh I got this" and then have his ego crushed when it doesn't happen. Because here's another thing about me, I will NOT fake it for anyone. If it ain't working, it ain't working and can we please go eat some chocolate cake or watch The Sound of Music or something?

I think the act of me cumming was something of a mystery to C-Man that he wanted to solve, wanted to witness, to figure out, discover. He told me that he wanted to see me cum at some point and to learn what makes it happen for me, and if that meant we use a vibe, by all means, we use a vibe. I mean really, who's gonna say no to that?

And so, it was time...

progression

If you've been reading Bella for any length of time at all, then you know that over the past several months Mr. Man and I have developed a great relationship with the lovely couple from this blog. I haven't posted about our last visit with C-Man and M due to holiday madness and what have you. Honestly, its a bit difficult to know what to write about. Do I recount the sexy dirty details, or delve into the emotional aspects? Discuss the future, or analyze what got us to this point? Maybe a bit of it all? Anyway, here we go.

Our friends flew to our part of the country for a pre-holiday visit. We all decided the arrangements this time were going to be somewhat different. I feel like I should say that it was never the plan to have this "lifestyle" cross over or mesh at all into our "normal" lives. I use those terms for lack of better ones. And yet, it was also never the plan to meet a couple like C-Man and M and develop the type of relationship that we have. But things don't always go as planned do they?

The plan, a full swap with each male/female couple having one night in a lovely fantastic gorgeous hotel while the other couple stayed at home, being all domestic and just hanging out. What made this visit different and more meaningful in many ways is that we introduced C-Man and M to our daughter. Mr. Man and I had no qualms about this decision. We have become very close, outside of the sexual realm, and this level of trust and friendship makes it quite a natural thing for us to include them in our daily lives. As I knew she would, kiddo took right up with C-Man and M and had a blast doing fun toddler things with them. From her perspective, they are mommy and daddy's friends, just like all our other couple friends, and nothing more. As a sidenote, I've found it very interesting to read and talk to other like-minded bloggers with children and discuss if and how they handle (or plan to handle) this issue, especially with older children. A serious topic for another post at some point I think.

After picking our friends up at the airport and enjoying a bit of brunch at one of our favorite places in town, we made the drive home and the four of us enjoyed each other on our bed. If I remember correctly, I stalked C-Man to the back of the house and was waiting seductively on the bed when he came out of the bathroom. Yeah, I know, I'm subtle like that. It didn't take Mr. Man and M very long to join us. The experience of group sex was as great as before and it gets less awkward with each time. It is still one of the hottest things in the world for me to watch Mr. Man being made to cum at the hands, or mouth, or girly bits of another woman. I guess I'm just freaky like that (in addition to being subtle of course). He enjoys the sight of me giving and taking pleasure from another as well.

There was some psychological stuff going on with me, especially during the alone time with C-Man. All good things by the way, but things I want to digest a bit more and perhaps put into another post. I still wrestle with how much to share and how much to keep to myself. It does at times help with that whole self-expression thing to get it out there and let strangers weigh in so we'll see. I am evolving as a sexual being and its sometimes bizarre to watch that happen. And do I digress into random territory sometimes or what?!?

Bedtime for me. Spankings for the rest of you.

xoxo,
Bella

goodbye sin city

C-Man gave an excellent recount of our last evening in Vegas together but I'll add my perspective here, as always. C-Man is quite the planner and knowing that we would have very limited time in Vegas for sight-seeeing, he had suggested a champagne filled limo tour of some of the highlights. Perfect plan! M and I got gorgeous for our boys and tumbled (yeah, that's a pretty literal description I'd say) into the limo and basically traded husbands. M claimed territory next to Mr. Man and C-Man and I sat sort of together. In hindsight, I sould have sat in C-Man's lap the entire time but I suppose I'll save that for the next limo ride.

It was lovely and sexy. The highlights of which were the free flowing champagne, posing for pictures at the Las Vegas sign, watching the Bellagio Fountain Show and of course, The Fremont Street Experience (which I loved btw)! We are having a great time, laughing, site seeing, talking...and then C-Man points to the other side of the limo and there is M all up in Mr. Man's bizniz! Now why, at this point, I didn't jump C-Man in the limo I will never know. Sometimes I am a complete idiot. And sometimes, I'm still that really shy girl who doesn't quite know what to do with herself.

As N 2 Deep said, we go back to the hotel. C-Man's account of M's boxing out of Mr. Man in the elevator at our floor is spot on but I honestly didn't realize that was happening until he filled me in on M's clever man trapping skilz. I wasn't sure how the swap was going to go down but I guess I didn't need to worry!

Kissing another man in public seems almost naughtier than fucking him in private. Have I mentioned that I laid a quick but passionate kiss on him in the Bellagio earlier? No? Well I did and he loved it I must say. Kissing in the hallway on the way to our room just felt so....dirty...I like dirty.

Vegas in general, the crazy travel schedule and the time difference had made us very worn out lovers. But we managed I assure you. As C-Man said, the rest is a bit hazy. Like an erotic dream you can't quite remember in the morning but try really hard to so you can relive it throughout the day. There was a perfect combo of fucking, cuddling and napping. Enough said.

We had to say goodbye to them that "morning" since our flight was so damn early. Sleep was way down the priority list and Mr. Man even headed to the casino after his adventures with M. I got a text from Mr. Man on his way to the slot machines..."Have fun? I sure did". Cracked me up. Like we'd just been to Disneyworld or something. I love him and I love that M makes him feel so good.

We'll see them again in a little over a month when they make their way south again. I am liking this arrangement very much.

xoxo,
Bella

Brunch in Vegas, Sex for Dessert

This was probably the shortest trip to Vegas in the history of trips to Vegas, but also one of the hottest since we were there with our friends, so I'm definitely counting it as a win. For my recount of the first part of our trip, read this.

Day 2...we played tourist. We met up for a very expensive buffet downstairs at our hotel. Very Expensive. And Mr. Man and I didn't even get the champagne option. I could have purchased a kick ass pair of shoes with what that buffet cost! Although, I have to say, it was sooooooo yummy! I ate and ate and ate. Oh Vegas, you are not good for my belly fat.

After eating a new pair of Jimmy Choos breakfast/brunch we wandered around, checked out the Bellagio, the Venetian, chatted and people watched. The ever thoughtful C-Man had arranged for a limo tour that night so we returned to our rooms to get fancied up for our evening of more sightseeing. Mr. Man and I go up to their room for some reason, I don't remember why. I also don't remember why my wallet was left in their room....I do remember that I "had" to go back up and get it and ended up in bed yet again with a naked M and C-Man. Don't you just hate it when that happens? Yeah, me neither.

This is when I get some girl time with M. Oh my. Girl can kiss. Girl can lick pussy too. I am a lucky lady. M pleasured me for a nice long time while C-Man kissed me and tortured my nipples and breasts. And I mean tortured in a good way. I do like it somewhat rough at times and oh my...happy sexy shivers when I think back... M decided to take advantage of the huge tub and get a head start on becoming even more gorgeous for the evening's activities. C-Man and I, well, we fucked. Its still a bit surreal to be with another man. However, I like surreal.

I will admit that after this session I was feeling a bit guilty that I had been having all the fun so far and Mr. Man hadn't been with M yet. Sure, he'd fucked me the night before but he can do that any ol' time. So I was happy to find out that M had big plans for Mr. Man for later that night....

A post on the conclusion to our weekend still to come. But for now, kisses and spankings!

xoxo,
Bella

vegas, night 1

Why hello Las Vegas! Mr. Man and I got into Vegas about 9:15pm last Friday. Vegas time is 2 hours behind Central time so uh, yeah, we were already tired from a long day of traveling (we didn't have a nonstop flight) and the time change. But fuck, IT'S VEGAS right??? I wasn't planning on sleeping until I passed out anyway. The hotel was amazing, as many of them are in that town. We check out the gorgeous room, throw our stuff down and go meet up with our friends.

Its so nice to see them again. I really can't believe how lucky we are to have randomly found another couple that we like hanging out with so much, regardless of the sex. This second time feels much different. We already know each other quite well and have kept in touch since they came to visit us so we have a lot to talk about and are just freakin' happy to see each other. There aren't as many jitters on my part or those "I wonder if he'll like me" feelings. We head out to a mexican restaurant close by and catch up over a very late dinner and a drink. We meander around and take our time walking back to the hotel and up to their room to check out the view. Yeah right.

As M mentioned, we are all extremely tired. And lets face it, I'm old and am not used to staying up as late as I used to back in the day. I make myself comfy on their bed and C-Man begins to give me a lovely and relaxing foot rub. Score! An exhausted Mr. Man decides to head up to our room and get a head start on sleep (and according to M's post about Day 2, this was a smart move because he needed to save up his energy for her!) but I'm half asleep and perfectly content right where I am. M passes out next to me and C-Man and I begin to enjoy each other. I am not sleeping without some cock first.

C-Man handles my body so powerfully and I love his confidence in and out of bed. He took control just as I wanted and made me feel so fucking good. His tongue on my clit, his hands on my breasts and ass, his thick yummy cock in my slick wet pussy...and then there was the chair...Somehow we end up getting off the bed and across the room closer to the huge windows. C-Man sits in a chair and I'm on my knees with his cock in my mouth. But wait, there's more...then I'm fucking him. He's sitting, I turn around so my back is to his front and I sit on his cock. His strong hands on my hips guiding me up and down on his hardness. My hands on his knees, my breasts bouncing, head thrown back moaning with sheer pleasure. This is why I came to Vegas. To fuck in front of a huge picture window looking out onto The Strip.

Both exhausted, we say goodnight and I get somewhat dressed and head to my room, cum dripping out of my used up pussy. C-Man, is this the time you walk me to my room to make sure I can get in the door? I had major issues with doors on this trip people. They were not my friends and I couldn't figure out how to open any of them. But it would seem that my night is not yet over. Mr. Man is asleep. Or so I thought. I put on my nightie and climb into bed. Next thing I remember is Mr. Man fucking me. Hard and lustful. I  have just been fucked by two men within an hour. Gawd I love Vegas.

Replaying all of this has me aching to cum but Mr. Man is out. My new bullet vibe is about to get a workout.

Goodnight and sleep well.
xoxo,
Bella

between my legs

More from me soon on the sexy adventures in Vegas, but for now go check out our friend's first post on the shenanigans.

threesomes time

Quiet time with the computer. Ahhhhh. So nice. Let's talk about sex shall we? A couple of threesomes in particular. C-Man has recounted his version of what took place during his turn with the ladies. Here's my side...

We've had a great time with them so far, had wicked great sex with all of us in the same room, went out on the town like normal people and just hung out. It rocked. So now what? We have one night left with them before they have to fly back. And so, just like C-Man said, the elevator departure was awkward and weird. But as I've mentioned, I just never could look them in the eye and say "ok, who's fucking who next?". It was just odd. Thank god for the text message.

Back in our room and Mr. Man suggested threesomes...every man's dream right? I was definitely up for it and have always wanted to do that and here was the perfect opportunity. I should mention that it didn't occur to me that this might be against the other couple's "rules" or I never would have suggested it. Sometimes I just don't think. Mr. Man and my rules have been moving targets and we revise them as we go so for me, this was no different. It could have been a major faux pas on my part but it all worked out so no harm no foul. Or is it no blood no foul? Whatever. I texted C-Man with the MFF suggestion and the next thing I know, Mr. Man is settling in for a nap with strict orders for me and M to wake him up after we are done taking care of C-Man. I head up to their room and M and I get busy. And yeah, it was all a blur. A sweet sexy frantic smokin' hot blur.

For the record, this is the session where I go down on a woman for the first time in my life, but hopefully not the last. M's pussy is perfect. And rumor has it that I made her cum, although I couldn't tell. So go me! (I'm saving most of the girl on girl stuff for another post because that's an entire topic of its own for me.)

The logistics of who touches who and when were somewhat easier this go-round because there was one less party in the room. C-Man is much better at recounting the details than I am so be sure and read his post. What I remember most (besides my face all up in M's lady parts) was how much I thoroughly enjoyed being fucked from behind while on my knees on the bed. C-Man is a strong guy and I love being manhandled by him. He knows what he wants and where he wants it. Ohhh, and fuck, when he forced my mouth onto his cock..hard..fuckity fuck fuck. I REALLY love when he gets all Dom on me. And I really want to do more of that kind of thing with him in the future. He has the desire, the personality for it and I'm a more than willing Sub so we'll see...am I digressing? Yes I am...ok.

C-Man was so cute in his post talking about not knowing for sure when he'd see me again and so he wanted me and M to switch places so he could finish off with me. So to speak. Knowing that this man is attracted to me, wants me, wants me to pleasure him and vice versa...that is a very powerful aphrodisiac for me. (You didn't think I knew how to spell that word didya?) There's a sense of sexy power in that. I made him cum. A lot. **evil grin**

Bottom line, it was fabulous. And I felt like such a nasty slut finishing with C-Man only to get half dressed and take off down the hall with M to Mr. Man's room for his turn. I even made the comment to M as we fumbled down the hall in our post sex haze that "I feel like such a hooker". We were giggling at the hot absurdity of it all. I mean, I do have this call girl fantasy and this was as close as I've gotten to fulfilling that. Pleasuring one man and then immediately going to the next man's hotel room for more of the same with a beautiful girl by my side? Does it get any better? Wow.

And so, we enter Mr. Man's room....

And dude is asleep for real! Ha! He was taking this fantasy of being woken up by two naked girls in his bed quite seriously. So we hopped in bed with Mr. Man and made his threesome dreams come true. M was spectacular. That girl was rockin' the corset and her hooker shoes and her tits, holy fuck, her tits are amazing. I love them. Ok, focus Bella...

Since I get to be with Mr. Man whenever I want, I really wanted him and M to have the most time together. I can't even describe how hot it was to watch M on her back being pounded by Mr. Man hard and fast while she hangs on for dear life to her spike heels over her head. Yowsers. I will never get that image out of my head, nor do I want to. But no worries, there was plenty of action for me. I was certainly not ignored by either of them and I gave M's luscious breasts a LOT of attention from my tongue, lips and hands.

After an hour or so (or who knows how long, I was not exactly focused on the clock), our sexy companion leaves us to go back up to C-Man and Mr. Man and I fall into a dreamy state of WTF just happened here? And when can we do it again please?

The next morning we packed up, checked out of the hotel and met our friends for a lovely breakfast coupled with equally lovely conversation and laughter. I can't say enough how much I like this couple. Which made the ride to the airport kind of a downer for me. Remember when you were a kid and you looked forward to Christmas and Santa Claus all year long and December was the most maddening month and there was all this build up of excitement and then Christmas morning finally came and you went crazy with delight and then starting around 4:00 pm on Christmas Day the mental descent and realization that it was all over hit you and you get majorly bummed? Oh, er, um, was that just me? Anyway, it was kind of like that. I was really sad to see them go. Wondering if we'd see them again and when and hoping that everyone was leaving feeling good about everything that had happened between us all. We hugged goodbye and the casual observer would never have guessed that we were anything more than friends saying goodbye at the airport.

I'm happy to report that a trip to Vegas for the four of us is in the works before this year is out. Certain real life things have to fall into place for this to happen but we are planning on making it work! Vegas baby! Bring it.

xoxo,
Bella

my second foursome in two days

It's been a rather tough week for various reasons and perhaps because of that, I'm in another one of my "I've lost the sexy" stages. But, in spite of my temporary misplacing of the sexy, I did find my panties damp after reading C-Man's account of foursome number 2 on our weekend o' fun times.

I'm finding that now that it's been several days and I've stepped back into the "real world", that it feels like a dream. I wonder if it really happened at all. I know it did but its still surreal and bizarre and fucking great. And I want to do it again. I'm finding it quite interesting to read C-Man and M's account of how it all went down, what was going on in their heads, what they were feeling, thinking, wanting, hoping, nervous about. All of the psychology of this stuff is so intriguing to me.

The window makeout session C-Man describes? Hot as hell. It never occurred to me that I was flashing my ass cheeks to the entire street below. Hmmmm. Nice. And how about dude's ultra smooth move? He went all Rico Suave on me and I took the bait like a champ. I love love love love love that kissing, making out, groping through and under clothes stage. It's so primal and delicious and passion building. And doing it in a window of a hotel room with the very real possibility of being seen? Hizzot.

You know what the most awkward thing about it all was? Even though we knew what was going to happen, it was still so hard to "schedule" each play session. I mean, I didn't know what to say. "Hey guys, are y'all ready to fuck again? Meet me in my room in 10 minutes." It was just such an odd thing. I found it impossible to look C-Man and M in the face and just point blank say that. Which is just ridiculous considering what we were all doing together that weekend. And so we used that lovely invention, the text message to ease that particular awkwardness a bit.

I'm thinking I want to buy some corsets now....M's are so very pretty and sexy and feminine. It was such a sexy surprise to find that under her shirt. But yeah, I was having some trouble with all those damn hooks. Hah! Do you guys stress about how you're going to get a girl's bra off without looking like a dork? I kinda get that now.

C-Man's account of feeling a bit left out of the action at one point was interesting for me to read. And yeah, I did pick up on that, or at least that something was a bit off and so I asked him if he was ok. I didn't mean for him to feel left out at all. Being such a new thing it was kind of a play-it-by-ear situation and just happened that way for a few minutes. But lets set something straight, C-Man is very attractive to me, a total sexy package of a man who knows how to touch a woman, lick a woman, caress a woman. I am, was, will be, still am, interested babe! You rawk my sawks ya know.

Fucking him while being on top was so damn good. We seemed to fall into a quick hard frantic rhythm that worked. I will say, I am curious to experiment with him being more dominant towards me, as that is something I've been into trying for a while and I think/hope we'll get the chance to delve into that scene in the future. Finding someone who is into that, who you trust, are attracted to, etc. isn't the easiest thing to do, or at least hasn't been in my experience and I'm so new to it that I don't really even know where to begin. But he and I seem to be on the same page with it. so bring it on!

Um yeah, M and Mr. Man? What.The.Hell. She is the energizer bunny when it comes to sucking cock. Not that anyone was complaining! Watching them was pretty cool I have to say. More than cool. Smoking hot rather. It was so erotic to watch M make my husband cum. Over and over again I might add. Erotic. That's exactly the word to describe it. I couldn't get enough of watching his face while she pleasured him. It was fascinating. All of it was surreal but that particular aspect was especially so. I can't even explain the sensation properly.

One of my favorite things from the weekend? Entertaining C-Man's cock with my mouth and hands. There's just something about the power a woman has over a man while she has his dick in her mouth isn't there? I'll admit, I was super nervous about it at first. What if I didn't do it the way he liked it? I mean, I've seen M's mad skilz...sheesh. So I was quite pleased that he did like it, that I could make him feel good in that way. I know I keep using the word surreal, but being between another man's legs, looking up from that position into the eyes of someone who is not your husband to see how he reacts to what you're doing, watching another man cum from the pleasure you just gave him? Yeah, that was surreal for me. I have to add this as well...I don't think its a secret that I'm not a swallower. Its something I'm working on and would like to be able to do and enjoy but I'm just not there yet. I have a bitchin' gag reflex that I'm trying to conquer. C-Man and I had talked about this issue prior to our weekend 'o fun and he was SOOOOO perfectly polite and smooth and warned me before he came so I could handle it as I wished. I appreciated that immensely and he was such a gentleman about it.

And so, Round 2 was a hot sexy success. I feel quite lucky and happy that Mr. Man and my first experience together with another couple was so great. And I think Mr. Man and C-Man were feeling quite happy and lucky with the threesomes they each had with us sex-crazed girls the next night. Lucky bastards.

Goodnight.
xoxo,
Bella

the other couple's pov

I recommend that you go here for the lovely and gorgeous M's take on our first time together and first foursome. Isn't she the sweetest???

Then after reading that, you MUST go here for C-Man's very sweet and hilarious version. Seriously, this guy makes me smile.

And this picture has nothing to do with either post, except to mention that everyone had very nice breath. Always a good thing.

let's talk about the sex. finally. Part III

So where was I? Oh yes, all is going well, we get along, we like each other, easy conversation happening, nice meal, etc etc. But now the awkwardess kicks in. As we are all sitting in the living room talking about...god, I don't even remember what we were talking about, normal chit-chatty stuff I guess...I'm thinking, how do I get these people to stop the madness and get naked together? Why this task fell to me, I'm not sure. But it did. I mean, we all knew they didn't fly hundreds of miles to sit around discussing the differences between northerners and southerners or the weather.

You know how your grandma used to round up the kids at family dinners? "Ok, kids, dinner is ready, y'all come on now!" That's kind of what I did. I say something to the effect of "I'm going to the bedroom, you all can join me if you want". Note to C-Man: I know your memory is like a freakin' movie camera so feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong.

And you know what? Damned if they didn't follow me into the bedroom! But I mean really, who wouldn't? So now what? Luckily for me at this point I have no shame and so I ask M if I can kiss her. What better way to kick things off than with some girl on girl action right? Next thing you know I AM KISSING A GIRL!!!! And we're giggling a bit and kissing some more. The boys are watching and I'm wondering what they're thinking and wondering if M is liking my mouth on hers because I sure like hers on mine. Its a whirlwind of thoughts in my scattered brain.

M and I break apart and everyone somehow ends up on the bed and honestly, its kind of a blur. Since I know I won't get it right as far as who was with who first, who licked who's pussy first and when, who came first, etc etc, I'm not gonna do a play-by-play so to speak. It was surreal and crazy and a total "I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-this-must-be-a-dream-and-I'm-gonna-wake-up-at-any-second-and-have-to-go-pee" kind of feeling.

One of many things that stick in my mind about that first group fuck session is me looking over at Mr. Man while M is fucking and sucking him. I loved watching his face while another woman pleasured him. And let me tell you something, M has got mad bedroom skilz! Those crazy kids tired me out just watching them! But I digress.

Let's talk about C-Man for a bit shall we? He loves to kiss and is quite good at it. He also loves to fuck and is quite good at that too. The first time he fucked me, he was on top. He's strong and powerful and knows his way around a woman's body. That's the way I would describe sex with C-Man...powerful. I like powerful. And I might just have a wicked grin on my face as I type this. Mr. Man said later how hot it was looking into each others eyes as I was being taken by another man. He's so right. Wow.

We drove our new friends to the hotel that afternoon and we joined them the next day to continue our weekend of debauchery.  I do want to write more about the weekend later as there is much more to tell. The dynamic of M and my threesomes with the boys, in separate rooms. How it felt and how I feel about being with another woman. Why and if we'll do this again. Those kinds of things. Make no mistake, the emotional side of all of this is staggering. Luckily for us, they are good emotions in a large part due to finding another couple that we genuinely like as friends, enjoy hanging out with and can talk to about the weather, as well as fuck. The ultimate friends with benefits situation.

Y'all have a sexy weekend!

xoxo,
Bella