Sexy man denies me 42[F] at first, then gives me a string of thrilling experiences [True Story Part 1]

*Coffee Meetup*

We planned to meet in a coffee shop, while I waited, I ordered a latte and tried to pick the best spot where we could have a more private conversation. Oddly, that spot happened to be in the very center of the shop.

Typically, I spend a lot more time chatting with someone over text before meeting them, but there was something about him that I just knew I would never be able to assess over text and because he lives so close to me, it was easy to meet up. He had prompted the same-day meet up and I surprised myself and agreed.

“Therapeutic” Hottub Venue Experience [MF]

*Invitation*

I extended an invitation to a guy that I’ve been chatting with to a group event to celebrate my birthday. The crowd was a bunch of lifestyle friends and held at a local bar. We had not met prior, so this would be our first time meeting. Ahead of the group event we had a date scheduled, but I cancelled days ahead of time due to some life stress of my own. He understood; I was bummed.

I was feeling very curious about meeting him because either we are just naturally on the same sexual wave length, or he does a great job reading my vibe over text. Our sexual interests seemed to be well-matched as well. He is assertive, creative, enjoys a more mentally demanding play session but also seems quite capable of providing high-quality after care. Sometimes I try to compare myself to other women – which is impossible, but I think my desire, and need frankly, for after care mainly in the form of recounting encounters, is high. It might also be in part why I enjoy writing these stories; it gives me time to process what happened, what I liked, what was hot, and take the time to feel the feelings that might have been too overwhelming in the moment.

The Unlikely Halloween Party [M40/F41/M35] [Public]

The party was at a friend’s house near the edge of town – the property was rather expansive and decked out like Halloween threw up EVERYWHERE. I knew they were going to have an epic party organized, but I wasn’t quite ready for just how elaborate it was.

It was a brisk fall night, windy, and fitting for the occasion.

We arrived early and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I knocked on the door – there was an animated Halloween creature howling at me – I laughed it off and almost beelined for a drink. Weeks earlier I had bought a Halloween outfit and sort of willed a party into my future, Halloween parties are generally not my scene. The curiosity about how others would dress was making me anxious. I wanted to look good but not necessarily stand out. And of course, I had a costume that just might stand out. I guess, if it got too many looks, I could grab the cardigan I always keep in my car. I felt sexy though! I had on a black corset, black skirt, patterned tights, and all the fun accessories to look like a cat – ears, collar, tail, and paws. Even though I wasn’t sure what might evolve at the party I was ready for any situation. My hubby was dressed as a puppy with big floppy ears and he kinda hated me for the costume I picked out – but he looked adorable and I loved it. He knew I was the main attraction and he slid into his place.

I 41[F] met him at a park and I’ve never craved a cold metal park table on my skin so much! [MF] [hotwifing/cuckold]

I met this guy on an app and he wanted to turn me into the sluttiest version of me, make me beg, and for me to be available whenever he asks. Nope. Not interested. At least at first I wasn’t…

He kept talking to me, checking in every month or so to say hi; I felt like he was checking in to see how my journey was progressing – as if he was trying to determine if I was in fact ready for him. He came across so intense in text messaging I was not sure what to expect from him in person – but he was cute, he seemed fun, and I was curious. He also was a different type of aggressive than what am used to and I wanted to experience that. By different I mean how he uses language to set the tone. Those four months of chatting was about to pay off for him because I agreed to meet him at 11 pm, after his hockey game, at a nearby park.

*(Note: this felt risky only in the sense that it was very naughty – I did not feel unsafe meeting this guy – he had been exactly who he said he was over the course of the four months we had been chatting.)*

I 41[F] experience a second chance at first impressions [MFMF]

We arrived at their house on a Sunday evening ready for snacks, hot tubbing, and no expectations. Interestingly, while this is a sexy story it illuminated for me how much a few months and a different setting can adjust those first impressions.

*Background*

We met this couple several months ago on a Wednesday evening, which happened to be hubby’s birthday. They were very kind, chatty, and interesting. I think this was our third or fourth couples date – EVER. We met for dinner in our small town and I didn’t quite realize how much I was shutting down during our date. There were moments of our conversation where there was a fair amount of animation, which I felt like all ears were on our table! I know A LOT of people in our community and I became uncomfortable and I did not know how to navigate that in the moment.

>*There was just enough that happened at dinner that I left not feeling any chemistry.*

Hubby really liked her and as we progressed in our journey, we both agreed to date separately some and they went out a couple of times. Since they kept in touch, we got an invitation to a summer party. We were excited to go.

I wanted to be fingered in the bar, by a new friend, in front of my husband [MFM]

*Sundresses and Cantaloupe*

We were at the start of another kiddo free week and I had done almost zero sexy-time planning. I received a message from a connection I had been chatting with a few months prior, we didn’t meet up then. But this time it was meant to be and I was hoping the chemistry would be just right for an MFM experience.

It was a warm summer evening and I told him I planned on wearing a dress. Of course dresses can be a lot of fun for under the table touching and he dared me to NOT wear panties. I am pretty sure I have never left the house without panties in a dress and definitely NOT for a date. But, I am very keen on the thrill of being out of my comfort zone, so I did it. He also gave me the word “cantaloupe” if I wanted to give him the green light for some touching.

My husband knew nothing about this guy or that I wasn’t wearing panties until we were halfway to the bar!

*Easy Conversation*

I 41[F] Wrote the Fantasy and He Fulfilled it with Me – Just as Written [MF]

*Background*

I wrote this story as a fictional story I wanted to make a reality with my Bull. After the pantry sex with my neighbor I really wanted to explore sharing more explicitly my fantasies. I am still surprised how hot it was to ask a friend to fulfill a scenario I had running in my head – and to have them lean in so enthusiastically! And of course, I am NOT great at verbally expressing what I want – but I do like to write.

So why not try to write a story that could be loosely followed. So I did just that, I wrote the story. In my mind it is so HOT – I enjoyed so much exploring this fantasy. I shared the story with my Bull and he was willing to partner with me on experience – we set a time to meet and make it a reality.

**The regular font below is what was prewritten, the bolded text is what was either added, changed, or wasn’t written but happened.**

*Coffee Shop Greeting*

My 41[F] and my husband’s 39[M] introduction to swinging with our nearly next door neighbors [MFMF]

*All politics aside…*

This past election season someone was at our door asking questions about the upcoming election. My husband answered the door, but as soon as he realized her reason, he quickly called me downstairs. Now, I LOVE to talk about politics (local only), so I enjoyed the candor. We chatted effortlessly for 30+ minutes, we found like twelve things we had in common, I showed her my new e-scooter and we exchanged phone numbers so that after the election was over, we could celebrate our party’s successes.

Election happened – our political party was successful and I messaged her expressing my interest in getting together for a drink to celebrate. This all transpired BEFORE we started swinging. I considered her a new friend and she was a neighbor – literally less than a five minute walk from our house.

*Fast forward to January*

My first time solo with my Bull [MF]

*Prelude*

Thank you to the random Reddit commenter who posted about the DayUse app. It is a step up from a rent-by-the-hour hotel, but really, the same idea. And when my Bull (u/yourfirstbull) had an opening in his schedule for me, it came in handy! When I say he had an opening in his schedule, I am pretty certain I am the first person he tried to fill that time with AND he showed up at the hotel I wanted at the time I wanted, so I mean I started off with a bit of power of my own – and it turned out I was much more willing to give it away than I thought possible. We had agreed to meet just the two of us; my husband was too busy with work to get away on a Monday afternoon.

*Cuck Prep*

I 41[F] and my husband 40[M] found instant 4-way chemistry with a swinger couple [MFMF]

*Spring Break Date Week*

My husband 40[M] and I 41[F] had a kiddo-free spring break and we wanted to make the most of our week, exploring potential lifestyle/swinger play partners. We, mostly me, had been chatting with several couples and I was determined to fill up our week with dates, and I did just that. We had a date on Saturday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and we turned back into parenting pumpkins on Saturday. I mean it wasn’t every day, but damn near! All of the dates were enjoyable, but Thursday’s date proved to be extraordinary.

*Thursday Night*

There was something about this couple that stood out in their profile pictures – I could almost feel their personalities. They were in their mid-40s, attractive, high-weight proportionate – regular looking people. She has killer eyes – I can’t even begin to adequately describe them – but I will try. They are ice blue – more like iceberg ice blue, the underside of the iceberg that is almost a soft teal color. They exuded a kind, caring, and genuine character. He had a troublemaking-playful look – which I learned during our date that I found to be exceptionally delicious! He and I chatted for a few weeks before we ended up setting a date – Thursday 6:30 pm at a local taco bar.