dirty clothes. While some may not notice the mess, I found this a bit tacky and inconsiderate.
But like the swinger troopers we are, Soccer Dad and I pressed on as our hormones were already raging with desire. All four of us climbed on their king size bed where we began kissing, removing clothes, and rediscovering that spark. It wasn't long before John (the male half of the other couple) was instructing us to rub his wife up and down. Both Soccer Dad and I obliged his request, but we were perplexed. While we're Esctasy virgins, Both John and his wife had taken a hit to increase their pleasure without considering how this would affect the overall evening.
After a lot of rubbing and moaning and some rather lame playtime, the night ended with only minimal real sexual interaction. While they may have been happy with just a massage, it was a big disappointment for Soccer Dad and me who weren't there to give twenty minute back rubs.
Drugs and alcohol are just a few factors that can make for a lame sexual encounter. Sometimes that initial spark with another couple wanes rather quickly when everyone undresses. As I lay on the bed being serviced by Jenny's husband, I found myself listening to her rhythmic moans. I alternated watching the sexual display between my own legs and hers. I study how her eyes are closed and her hands are slowly rubs herself, my husband, and me. While she was entranced in pleasure, I was in a different world next to her. I looked around the room at the door, the ceiling fan twirling above, and the mirror on the wall beside me. I played with my nipples and momentarily remarked mentally how great my breasts looked at that angle. While this entire scenario sounds sexy, even enticing, the truth is all these thoughts were swirling in my head because I was bored. He was going down on me with vigor, excited about the impending sex with me had called super sexy moments before. But somewhere between hello, disrobing, and that first kiss, something was lost.
We met the couple in the bar, the conversation went easily and the suggestion of jumping into bed with these virtual strangers seemed exhilarating. But even in the light of budding desire, the quick demise of sexual excitement is an unfortunate risk for a swinger or any sexually active person who must depend on a stranger to fulfill her sexual needs.
Is bad sex still good sex? Not to me, not anymore. Maybe I have gotten a bit disgruntled in regards to sex.
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