The sexual awakening of a mature woman

[realisingunicorndreams]

What’s your number?

What’s your number?

No. I’m not asking for your phone number, nor do I want your address. What I want to know is how many people you have had sex with this year? 

I don’t recall exactly how it came up, but I was asked to put a figure on the number of people I have had sex with in 2018. So I began to name them and therefore count them.

To say that I was surprised would be inadequate. 

I am in no way suggesting that the number of people anyone has sex with is right or wrong. Whether your number is one or two hundred and one makes no difference to me. The number of sexual partners you have had bears no correlation to the person you are. A good person is a good person and an arsehole is an arsehole regardless of how much or how little sex they have had.

Nevertheless, the old me would have been scandalised to know that someone had experienced such a number of sexual partners in a twelve month period. The old me would have taken a lifetime and a half to reach the number I have tallied in such a relatively short amount of time. 

The new me....well, she is a different kettle of fish and she marvels at the number of fantastic sexual experiences I have enjoyed.

My number is 25 and I thank each and every man and woman who has been a part of that figure. You have each taught me something new about the person I am and encouraged me to grow beyond a life that was shackling me.

I don’t expect the next twelve months to be so sexually extravagant, but one never knows. Needless to say, I will not be shrinking away from opportunity.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 17: Trusting my instincts

I knew this was probably not what I wanted, but yet I still found myself negotiating horrendous evening peak traffic to a south-eastern suburb. My gut was telling me that this was not a meeting that was going to go anywhere which was in complete contradiction to the meeting I had just the day before.

Yesterday was wonderful. Dinner, easy conversation, lots of common interests. Yes, my Wednesday meeting was definitely going to be something more. Date #2 was booked in. Though you can’t really call them dates. They are meets. I like to meet first for a drink. If that goes well we meet again. Meet #2 is sex.

But today........

I hadn’t met this one for drinks or lunch or anything. I was meeting him and expecting that we would be having sex pretty much straight away. We had talked online. I had seen his pics. He had talked me into this.

I am a grown woman and I could have said no at any time, but I hadn’t. I had to see if this was something I could do. Could I meet a man I had not met and have sex with him and then leave to go home, or to work, or out with friends?

The booty call.

My gut told me that this area of the sexual lifestyle I had entered was not for me. However, I was still learning to trust my gut instinct. I had to see for myself.

My gut was correct.

There was this silly, teenage, naive part of me that thought that maybe this meeting could become something ongoing. That silly, teenage, naive part of me certainly took a bitch-slapping from my gut instinct. With each slap my gut instinct yelled at that silly, teenage, naive me.

“If the conversation is stilted online...........he’s not worth meeting!!”

“If he’s telling you that he does the occasional line of coke, .......he’s not worth meeting!!!!”

“If I (your gut) is telling you that he’s not worth meeting.........he’s not worth meeting!!!!!”

“If you get the feeling that this is just going to be a booty call...........He’s not worth meeting!!!!”

It was a booty call. It was unfulfilling for me. Now I can make my judgement based on experience. I had to experience this aspect of the lifestyle to be sure of what I want from it. Meaningless fucking is not what I want from it.

I left his house feeling ..... empty.

It wasn’t bad. I never felt unsafe. He has a lovely body, amazing blue eyes and a very nice penis, but it wasn’t for me.

We played. Maybe he enjoyed it. He did cum. But when it was over there was nothing. I couldn’t have a conversation with him. There was just the feeling that he was done and wanted me gone so that he could get on with his night.

OK gut instinct. I will heed your warnings. You are the all-seeing, all-knowing one. You know me and you are only looking out for me.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 16: It’s party time

I’ve heard about them. I knew they existed. I just never imagined that I would be driving over an hour to the other side of Melbourne to be attending one. 

As I sit outside in my car, trying not to panic, I reach for my phone to send a message to cheeky man and his lovely wife letting them know that I have arrived and they can let me in the front door. 

There are quite a few cars parked out the front and I watch as a number of people walk to the door and are allowed inside. Normal looking people. Some toting small eskys just like any true Aussie would do when heading to a party where it’s BYO.

But this is not your average party. This is not a birthday, or an engagement, or a sporting celebration. The people walking through the doorway tonight are going to be having sex with some of the other people walking through the door. 

This............ is a swingers party. 

I have been invited along by lovely wife and cheeky man as an extra ‘single girl’. This is allowed on ‘couples night’ as FFM (female female male) is a popular option with couples. I have agreed to go because I am both curious and excited about the chance to play with my gorgeous new friends.

With trembling knees I walk to the front door and wait to be allowed to enter. I am greeted by the host and the smiling lovely wife appears and her presence begins to calm my nerves slightly. I feel so awkward and out of place.  The host gives me a locker key on a rubber band that I can wear on my wrist so that it won’t get lost and lovely wife leads me to the locker room. 

There is a locker room!!!  

But to get to the locker room I am required to walk past the BDSM room. Talk about an introduction to the swingers scene!! It was all happening in there. The restraints. The whips. The paddles. And a woman with her wrists and ankles tied in the restraints while a man is fucking her hard while another goes to the shelves to get something to spank her with. All I could do was watch........fascinated.

Lovely wife is in a very sexy number, but I am not ready to get undressed. However I lock my bag away and follow her into the lounge area where people are mingling. Many of these people clearly know each other and the conversations are a mixture of recounting past adventures and introductions of new faces. Cheeky man has also dressed for the occasion in a cute little leather jock with a silver zipper that is begging to be unzipped.

After a few introductions and a bit of chatting I am offered the ‘tour’ by lovely wife and cheeky man. Of course, I have already seen the BDSM room, but there is the spa area, the small play room that has 3 queen-size beds joined together to make one, the semi-private room, the open double shower area, the smokers room, the outdoor area and finally the BIG playroom that has possibly 6 beds all joined together to make one very big bed. 

I must have looked like a total virgin as I observed a woman in the semi-private room being pleasured by three men. I’m sure my mouth was agape in disbelief as this woman moaned and screamed in ecstasy. She was loud!!

On returning to the lounge area I decide to be brave and take my dress off. I had agonised over what would be appropriate to wear. What does one wear to a swingers party? I don’t own sexy lingerie! Women who endure years of sexual drought don’t bother purchasing sexy gear, but I had a really nice lime green bra that accentuated my ‘assets’ and I was wearing it with a nice pair of white panties. I disappeared into the locker room to remove my dress and emerged feeling very vulnerable. 

There was action aplenty happening in the BDSM room and I stood at the doorway to watch again. The rope barrier was across the doorway which meant that you could watch but not enter unless invited. I was fascinated. I watched. And then one of the men participating who had been in the lounge saw me. He invited me in. So I entered. They wanted me to join them, but I was too unsure. This was for the experienced player. I was a virgin.

I returned to the relative safety of the lounge and cheeky man and his lovely wife where we continued to chat for a while and where I discovered that my not unimpressive breast size was instantly and openly admired by the men AND a number of the women. And then suddenly lovely wife has my hand in hers and begins to lead me down the hall. She turns to her cheeky man and calls out “Are you coming?” to which he replies..”I guess we’re playing now, are we??”

I am but a subservient follower as we all make our way to the small playroom. We begin to kiss and play and then I find myself totally naked and on my knees being masterfully finger-fucked by cheeky man. And when I say masterfully, I mean masterfully. Cheeky man has my body at his mercy. His fingers find the spot deep inside my pussy that sends my senses to another dimension in time. I am oblivious to everything except the energy that is building within me. 

When that energy finally erupts into an orgasm I am catatonic. Every nerve ending is shattered and I am sobbing loudly from the emotional and physical release that has occurred. I am aware of being guided to the back of the bed so that I can lay down and recover, because to recover is what I need to do.

I allow my sobbing to subside and my consciousness returns to a point where I now watch cheeky man and his lovely wife play with each other and another couple that have joined us. This is something else. 

As functioning returns  to my body a delicious young man silently requests my permission to allow him to play. Just one of the rules of the party, or any similar activity, permission to play must be requested and given.

I accept his advances and we gently explore each other while those around us continue to play. His cock feels amazing as it slides into my post-orgasm pussy. This was what my body desired after the primal assault of the fingers of cheeky man. I relax into the gentle thrusts and let the pleasure of another envelope me while unconsciously realising that I was enjoying sexual intimacy with a second man in the space of an hour. But this is sexy and unhurried and .......intimate.

My night of experiences doesn’t end there. 

Without a doubt this beats an hour of porn any day of the week. This IS porn. This is real. None of that fake over-dubbed moaning and groaning. No woman pretending that she likes kissing another woman or licking her pussy. No man balls deep in a woman's pussy where you can see he’s wondering who won the game of footy. 

Real people, real desire, real playing, real fucking. 

I make my way to the big playroom where my young lover watches his date being fucked by three men while a woman sucks on her tits. And she is loving it.

He joins them to play and I watch what else is happening in the room. Basically it is a tangle of bodies. There are couples fucking and enjoying the sounds of others fucking beside them. I can see a man being sucked by a woman while he eats out the pussy of another while she sucks on the breasts of another woman who, in turn, is being fucked by another.

I spy cheeky man and his lovely wife playing with a couple they know. Lovely wife had mentioned that she was hoping to fuck this particular man again. Cheeky man has the woman writhing in bliss with his talented fingers and before I know it she has not only having an orgasm but squirting all over the bed. 

OK....squirting is a real thing. 

Cheeky man sees me watching and invites me to join them on the bed. I am nervous, but I make my way over and tentatively explore those around me. My breasts are much appreciated by the immediate company and I am soon delighting in the touching and sucking from all. 

It is such a sense of power to know that you are enhancing the sexual experience of others. I lick and suck on the nipples of lovely wife before making my way down to her pussy to continue with my tongue while she sucks on cheeky man’s cock. 

And then I feel another hand on my arse. It feels good. He reaches down to put his lips near my ear and asks my permission to play. I grant it and while I am licking the pussy of lovely wife he places both his hands on my arse, pulls my cheeks wide and licks me from clit to arse. 

Well, that’s me done for. My attention is gone from lovely wife as I melt from the inside out and my attention zones in on this new man. He is good. His is strong, but not painful with his nipple tweaking. He spanks my arse just enough to increase my arousal, not to hurt. He fingers me and fucks me until I can feel the orgasm about to burst. But this time I am aware that we are being watched. I can see the excitement in the eyes of those who cannot tear their eyes away. 

And finally........I cum and within seconds, so does he.

Replete again, I can only lay on the bed and try to catch my breath. 

I’m sure I heard someone say ‘Bravo’ as they stroked my body as they left the room.

It was after 3am when I left the party to drive the hour plus home. I hadn’t anticipated that I would be there at the end of the night. I hadn’t even been sure that I would even walk through the door. I wasn’t even sure that I would want to play. 

Yet here I was, exhausted, surprised, happy, replete and sated after having sex with three men, playing with as many women and enjoying two extraordinarily huge orgasms.

All I have to do now, is stay awake long enough to make it home safely.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 15: This is what I’m talking about!

Mr Sexy........... Here is a MAN!!! 

Confident, intelligent, gainfully employed, well dressed and a great online profile. Another of the early contacts. And as with all the ones I meet, it begins with the online conversations. This is where I try to gauge their ‘intentions’ (for want of a better term) even though, by the pure nature of the site, their intentions are the same as mine; to have sex. Because I don’t want to just have sex. I want to meet a few men with whom I can create a connection where we can get in touch if either of us feel like playing for the afternoon, or if we want to go out to dinner but would like some company. FWB....Friends With Benefits. 

The online conversations is good. We then move the conversation into a chat app on the phone. Much easier to chat and to send photos. And Mr Sexy does like to send his photos!! 

OMG!! Is that his real penis? It is magnificent! And he does have the creative flair. These are very nice dick pics. And his body.............. And those ‘come fuck me’ eyes......... 

Really? This delectable specimen of masculinity wants to meet me??  

This man ticked all my boxes. Even one box that I hadn’t figured on. He has body hair. :-) Chest hair that I could run my fingers through. He wasn’t all waxed or shaved. He wore his masculinity like a badge of honour and that made him all the more desirable. Even his pubic hair was still there. 

We meet for drinks one evening after work. We talk easily. He kisses me. My pussy gets wet at the sensations his lips bring forth. He is not tall and it is so lovely to be kissed and not strain my neck. He kisses very well.

We agree that there is quite the physical and mental connection and decide to meet again. Within the week he has booked us a room at a nice hotel in a suburb near me. This is going to be an all-nighter. 

Never before has a man booked a night in a hotel for me to join him for sex. Never. Already my delight in Mr Sexy has increased beyond reason. 

My body is alive with nerves, arousal and anticipation as I wait for him to meet me at the elevator. That first kiss as the doors close for the short trip two levels above is both erotic and questioning and leaves us both gasping for air. 

Composure was maintained for the walk to the hotel room but once inside my need to kiss this divine man was too much. 

Where my first encounter was clumsy and somewhat disappointing, this was almost the complete opposite. Here was a man who knew what he was doing.

This is a man! 

And that cock......... If I thought the pictures of it looked good, they were nothing in comparison to the real, living, pulsating, uncircumcised, throbbing magnificence that emerged from beneath his boxers. I thought Cheeky Man was well endowed! I had obviously not seen many decent dicks in my past. 

I could not help but internally compare this experience with my first. This was what I knew things should be like. This tongue that worked its way in and around my pussy was controlled by a man who knew how to read the signals of his partner. 

Mr Sexy fucked me with confidence which, in turn, allowed my own sexual confidence to emerge. Mr Sexy didn’t hide his body’s response to the way I touched him, licked him, sucked on his cock and fucked him. He moaned and sighed in delight which only served to increase my arousal.

He fucked me gently and he fucked me hard and I delighted in every thrust. I ‘needed’ this one-on-one fuck more than I realised. And I needed to be fucked by such a thick, long, skilled and determined cock.

My first orgasm surprised my with its intensity then I sucked and fucked him until he yelled out loud with the orgasm that ripped through his body leaving him shuddering in blissful delight.

I don’t know how long we played for, but after some sleep I awoke to the most amazing sensations as Mr Sexy stroked my body into sexual alertness once more. 

Is there anything more delicious than waking up to great, morning sex? Other than great, absolutely-exhausted sex, I think not. The only thing more delicious is having an orgasm from great, morning sex. And an orgasm each was enjoyed.

Mr Sexy.........I thank you for confirming my belief that I am worthy of great sex. You, dear man, are worth getting to know.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 14:

In for a penny, in for a pound. 

I have negotiated the biggest hurdle and now it is time to see whether this life experiment is something I truly want to do.  Or if it is the correct path for me. 

It is all well and good to tell the universe (and your 300+ blog followers) that you miss sex, but it is another thing entirely to go out into the online adult ‘dating’ scene and meet new men and have sex with them. 

These are uncharted waters. I am Marco Polo or Captain James Cook. I have a vision, I have an idea, I have an inking of what could be out there................ 

But I have no map. 

I have no idea of the rules or if there are any. And as for my own personal set of rules and moral guidebook, I think that got thrown into the deep caverns of the ocean the minute I let cheeky man into my tent.

A coffee date won’t hurt. An opportunity to sense if there is anything beyond words. A chance to gauge whether I can see myself fucking this man I have been chatting online with. He is one of the very first who contacted me. My nerves are jangling. It has been more than three years since I met someone for coffee. 

Of course someone who knows me from my work is at the cafe! 

Now I find myself sitting in my car in the carpark of a Carlton Motel trying to calm my anxiety to a level that will allow me to walk the last few metres to the room where he is waiting. Have I put myself in danger? I barely know this man. Yes, our coffee date went for three hours and we have spoken numerous times since, but I don’t know him. Not to sound alarmist, but.......... He could be a rapist or a murderer. There could be other people in the room and I am walking into a trap.

What is going to happen when I open the door? 

I struggle with the thought that I must look like some paid escort as I walk through the carpark to the assigned room. All my moral upbringing is rearing its ugly head. My mind is awash with disgust and shame as I embark into this brave new world and I am silently yelling at myself to stop being a fucking prude. 

The door opens and he pounces on me in his erotically charged excitement. I can barely catch my breath as his kisses nearly devour me. This is not what I expected, but how can one have expectations when one has never done this before. 

The sex is clumsy. My nerves are evident and his enthusiasm is perhaps a front for his.............. lack of skill???

For someone who claims to be a ‘sexual deviant’ I think I was hoping for a better showing. I mean to say........honey, you need to pay attention to your partner when you are performing cunnilingus. Pay attention to her sounds, her movements, her body language. If you’re doing it right she will respond and her pussy will become deliciously juicy. 

Thankfully, our budding friendship and our common ability to talk meant that the afternoon was not a total disaster. 

Orgasm tally: Him 2     Me 0

Did I feel like a cheap slut as I drove home later that afternoon? No. But nor was I feeling euphoric. Already I was sensing that my experience with cheeky man and his lovely wife has created expectations that were going to be beyond the reach of the average man. Cheeky man has skill. Skills that this new man, for all his boasting, can only dream about. 

Hmmmm....... Maybe I should see what the other men I have been chatting to have to offer? :-P

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 13: Diving in..

This is not my imagination any more. 

This is real. 

I am naked on a bed with cheeky man............and his lovely wife.

I’m not afraid anymore. 

I want to try.

I want to know what it is like to kiss her.............so we kiss.

I want to touch her breasts....... so I do.

I want to suck his cock.....and I can.

I want to put my fingers inside her pussy...........and she lets me.

I want to lick her gorgeous nipples and put them in my mouth one at a time.........I have permission.

I want him to lick and finger my pussy...........he obliges.

I want him to fuck me as I perform cunnilingus on his wife...........he does so.

I want to watch them communicate with their eyes as he fucks me........... I watch.

I want to observe them as they fuck each other.............and  I do.

I want to know what it’s like being given cunnilingus by lovely wife..........I find out.

I want to play with her pussy while she sucks on her husband’s cock......she positions herself obligingly.

I want her to suck and play with my breasts.............so she does.

I want to ride cheeky man while she is up close behind me stroking my body............oh God! This feels amazing.

I want to cum..............and finally I do.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Playing out a fantasy

Who needs chocolate, strawberries, champagne or oysters when really, the greatest aphrodisiac known to man is……………anticipation.

And the anticipation of what the night ahead had to offer was almost more than I could cope with. My pussy was throbbing, and as I sat nervously in the driver’s seat of my car and I could feel the wetness of arousal dampening my panties.

The anticipation.

The unknown.

However, it was not totally unknown to me. I had come to this place before and allowed myself to be the voyeur. I had watched with fearful, erotic fascination as both men and women gave themselves permission to submit. I was acutely aware that it took an inner strength and a great deal of trust to allow oneself to be bound and powerless in a room with a person or persons whose only wish was to play a dominant sexual role. To touch, tease, spank, whip, lick and fuck a person who has only a ‘safe word’ to stop them.

My days as the voyeur to this sexual practice were numbered. There were no numbers left. Tonight, I was going to relinquish control of my body and its physical reactions to another. Tonight, another man was going to dominate me and push my erotic boundaries in ways that I had only ever risked in imagination.

He was recommended to me by another. This other woman and I had discussed our individual sexual interests and fantasies and when I had divulged my secret desire to be spanked and tied up my chat companion put forth his name as a contact. She had ‘played’ with him before. She could vouch for his skills. This was important. If I was going to experience this fantasy, I wanted it to be done properly. I wanted to be dominated but I wanted to be dominated by a man who knew how. A control freak such as myself could not be properly aroused and dominated by a partner who was not competent and confident. He had to be practiced in the art.

To play the Dominant is an art. It requires skill, perception, touch, timing and awareness. Anyone can smack a bottom, but a great Dom knows how to spank and make the receiver beg and need to be spanked again even if they swore than no-one would ever lay a hand on them.

A great Dom knows how to use the lightest of touch to make his submissive ache and writhe with desire. He or she knows the art of playing with a feather or an ice-cube on a bound and blind-folded, naked body that is not expecting such surprises.

I wanted this……..and more.

We had made contact online. We had spoken at length on the phone. We had met over a coffee in a busy city café. It was important to me that this first foray into BDSM, as soft as it might be, was with someone I felt safe, comfortable and sexually attracted to.

He was waiting for me as I walked through the door. In cargo pants and bare feet, he took my hand and led me to the room. I wanted to turn and run back to my car, but I wanted to live this fantasy more.

“I’m going to blindfold you now. Remember your safe-word. I will stop immediately if you say it.” The timbre of his voice was deep and controlled but soft. There was great power in the quite tones.

And then it was dark. My body tensed with the loss of this basic sense and immediately I was aware of the smell of leather and my ears were on high alert for the sound of his breathing and his footsteps on the wooden floorboards.

I stood there shaking with fear and arousal. My heartbeat and breathing amplified in the silence.

The sound of the door being locked. Where was he?

My knees nearly buckled in fright as he stroked my cheek and began to undress me.

How was it that I was already relinquishing control to this man? I offered no resistance as he removed all my clothing, stepping out of my jeans and nickers like a compliant child. I merely waited for his command or direction.

I could hear him walking around my now naked body. What was he doing? Was this an appraisal? Did he approve or disapprove of my body? In embarrassment, I covered my breasts with my right arm and attempted to cover my pussy with my left hand.

“Stop. Drop your hands.” The voice was firm.

I couldn’t do it. I was suddenly ashamed of my body. My curves, the breasts that were no longer perky with youth, the wrinkles and stretch marks of a life lived, were, under his imagined scrutiny, an incredible ugliness I wanted to hide.

“Drop your hands to your sides. I won’t ask again.” Not loud but commanding in that deep, authoritative tone.

A tear of fearful emotion began to make its way down my cheek, but I did as instructed and dropped my hands back to my sides. Immediately I felt his finger wipe the tear from my face and then to my shock, I felt that same, now wet, fingertip circling my left nipple. Almost as immediate was the response in my pussy. It throbbed and clenched with need and an involuntary sigh of desire escaped my throat.

Then suddenly he was no longer touching me. My entire body was tingling with erotic energy.

“Move your feet wider. Open your legs.” His voice was soft beside my left ear.

I did as instructed trying to hear where he had moved to. A sound to my right. A footstep on the floorboards. And then I could ‘feel’ him standing in front of me. I gasped as I felt something smooth pressed up against the lips of my pussy. A click as he pressed a button and an expletive escaped me as the vibrator startled my already sensitised vagina.

Holy fuck!! The intensity was unlike anything I had felt before. How can one blindfold make the humble vibrator an orgasm master? Oh my fucking god! My breathing quickened, and my body shook as the first orgasm rippled through me. This happened so fast.

He took off the blindfold and led me to the bed where I thankfully collapsed in relief. But before I could regain my composure he grabbed my right foot and secured it in the thick, leather cuff at the foot of the bed. He did the same with my left, before taking my arms above my head and cuffing them together by the wrists in the restraint there.  Once again, my legs were parted, my pussy open and exposed and I had no idea what his plan might be.

I watched as he walked over to the shelving on the far wall of the room and examined various ‘toys’ before selecting something that looked like it should be used for baking, not for sex. What the fuck was this?

Oh hell. It hurt……. but it didn’t. When he rolled it up the inside of my thigh I was torn between wanting to close my legs to stop him, which was impossible because of the restraints, or open my legs wider. I moaned loudly with pleasure and closed my eyes with the exquisite agony of it all.

This was only a brief tease because he left the room, turning the lights out as he closed the door behind him.

It was pitch black in this windowless room and I was naked and restrained on a bed. Where had he gone! How long was he going to leave me here?

After a time, the door opened and he walked back into the room but didn’t turn on the light. I could feel that he was there, I could hear his breathing, I could smell his clean, masculine scent. I was on edge.

I felt him move onto the foot of the bed, felt his hands make their way up my legs, then without warning his mouth was on my exposed pussy, his tongue diving into me. Oh fuck!! This was beyond erotic and I was tied to the bed, effectively immobilised. I couldn’t do anything other than experience the pleasures of his skilled tongue and mouth. And what pleasure it was.

With all my other senses stifled every nerve was concentrated on the sensations where his mouth was touching. I was going to cum again. The agony of not being able to move. The pressure building within me. I began to cry out in ecstasy. There was no way I could be her normal quiet self under these conditions. As the second orgasm exploded through my body I screamed with a pleasure I did not know was possible. This was primal.

He had taken away my control and bared my sensuality to the core.

But he wasn’t done with me yet.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 12: Dipping my toes

What is a girl supposed to do with all these messages? 

Simple answer........... read them, check out the profiles they belong to and decide whether or not I would consider having sex with any of them. If my gut response is no, send a polite ‘thanks, but no thanks’. But if my groin response is OMG yes!!! then by all means send a message back in return and if they reply............. 

Talking is not fucking. Talking never hurt anyone. I’m not going to do anything I’m not comfortable with. I’m going to treat this as an experiment. 

Really, I’m just dipping my toes into the water. 

Who the fuck am I kidding? Not me! I want to have sex and this may very well be the way I can finally get what I’m looking for.

And then suddenly I find myself brutally assessing every flirt and message I receive. Me, who hasn’t seen any action in years, is ruthlessly deciding whether or not a man is good enough to fuck. 

Bad spelling and grammar............delete.

Unattractive..........delete.

Looks like he just got out of prison.............delete.

Too young..........delete.

Too old............delete.

Clearly hasn’t read my profile...........delete.

Has an incomplete profile and no pictures..............delete.

Message consists of one word; ‘Hi’................delete. 

I may be in desperate need to have sex, but I do have standards. I’m not going to be handing over my unused vagina to just any penis. That penis needs to belong to someone I can have a conversation with. 

So the online messaging rally begins. The online interrogations really. This is where I will know whether I want to meet them and potentially get naked with them. If they can’t hold a decent written conversation then I will not be fucking them. I don’t care if they have an incredible body and a 9″ cock, if they can’t spell or answer my subtle questions they are not going to be my drought breaker.

There’s Mark, Gavin, Cameron, Paul, Aaron, William, David, Steve, Tony, Anthony, Jack, Duncan...............(and cheeky man and his wife)

Where the fuck were all these handsome, eloquent and interested men last month????!!!! Last year?? The last two years?

Holy shit.........what’s this message? Cheeky man and his gorgeous wife want to know if I’d like to come and ‘visit’ next weekend.

This isn’t dipping my toes. This is diving in.

Am I ready to go swimming?

[realisingunicorndreams]

Sorbet

Heaven is the man who can send erotically charged vibrations down to her core with the way he sucks and nibbles at her earlobes and those secret places along the back of her neck.

Here was that man.  A man with the experience and confidence to take the time required to read the signals of his partner’s body and decipher them for their mutual benefit.

His mind registered the sharp intake of breath filled with pleasure and the stiffening of her body. He had found her sexual Achilles heel. These places were her weakness and his target. Her power to resist was annihilated with his lips and teeth.

Her body lay supine on the crisp hotel sheets. She was clothed only in her white bra and matching panties. She always wore the matching sets for him. Sometimes the lacy red ones, today his favourite white.

She was face down across the diagonal length of the king-size bed, arms above her head and her legs parted. Her full, round bottom was rocking underneath him, rubbing against his cock as she revelled in the attentions his mouth was giving her neck and shoulders.

He lifted his body off her and reached across to the bedside table where together they had laid out the things they would need for tonight’s adventures. He chose her favourite vibrator and found the button to turn it on.

She heard the quite vibrations and excitedly raised her bottom off the bed in anticipation. Placing the vibrator on the bed he slowly and gently removed her panties dropping them to the floor. The slowness of this action caused a gentle moan of arousal to escape her lips, but she lay there, body alive but acquiesce to his actions.

With his left hand he lifted her hips, his right picked up the vibrator again and ever so gently guided it underneath her and placed it above her clitoris. He could feel her body react with the sudden intense shakes of sexual pleasure.

She slowly brought herself to her knees, thus allowing him the freedom to play with her with both hands. He placed the vibrator into his left hand and began to stroke and circle her wet pussy with it. His right hand was now free to caress her delicious arse. And caress it he did.

Her body was swaying with pleasures unimaginable and he now had an erection that required comfort. Her bottom invited him. As he continued to tease her with the vibrator, he licked his thumb and began to insert it into her arse. She pushed her body back into his thumb and that was all the signal he needed to know that she was ready for his entire cock.

Removing his thumb, he heard her sigh of disappointment, but he knew that within moments those sighs would be screams of delight. He took his cock and slid it slowly into her tight arse. He was gentle, waiting for that initial resistance to pass before pushing himself all the way in with his own heavy sigh of bliss.

It was preposterous how amazing this felt.

Then she changed position, reached under her body and took the vibrator from his hand inserting it into her pussy. Within seconds their mutual arousal level was reaching fever pitch and they both cried out in unison as the convulsions of climax washed over them.

They collapsed onto the bed still locked in position. He deep in her arse and her with the vibrator inserted inside her quivering vagina.

Once regular breathing was established they separated and made their exhausted way to the shower where they spent the next fifteen minutes washing, kissing and enjoying each other further.

She was hungry and, with the plush hotel towel wrapped around her body, she walked to the kitchenette and the fridge which she had stocked with supplies required to keep their energy levels up.

Hmmmm…..cheese and biscuits? Strawberries? Lemon sorbet?

Oh yeah….sorbet.

She took the small tub of frozen dessert from the fridge and grabbed a spoon from the drawer.  He was laying naked on the couch, eyes closed, relaxing after the orgasm and hot shower. Opening the tub of sorbet, she took a small mouthful. The delicious freshness made her mouth tingle. The icy coldness made her mind tingle.

She ate more, the inside of her mouth getting colder by the moment. Kneeling by the couch she began to stroke his cock. It immediately began to respond to her touch and his breathing began to become shorter and more excited. He kept his eyes closed, body savouring the sensations.

When his cock was hard she took a full mouthful of sorbet and let her mouth become icy. Swallowing the ice, she quickly grabbed his cock and placed it in her cold mouth.

The unexpected shock of her icy mouth enclosed on his cock was tremendous. He gasped with shock and desire, his eyes opening in surprise, his hands grasping each side of her head and pushing her mouth further onto his erection.

Dear God, this fellatio was bliss. He wanted to fuck her mouth. She was so aroused by his response she was now wet and throbbing and wanted him to fuck her pussy.

She continued with this frozen fellatio till she could feel his body begin to stiffen in the way she recognised before he came.

She stopped sucking, got onto the couch and straddled his cock. Quickly and feverishly she slid her pussy onto him and fucked him with abandon.

It was hard, it was fast, it was fucking amazing.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 11: Welcome to the meat market

Single girl decided to have another look at the profile of cheeky man and his gorgeous wife. All in the name of due diligence. She needed to be sure that what she had read was correct as she had read their profile rather quickly yesterday and when reading quickly things can be overlooked or misinterpreted. 

Single girl logged in and to her utter amazement there were dozens of messages and flirts in her inbox. 

Single girl was not ever going to be on another dating site!!! Single girl had sworn off them for life after the last effort. Just a bunch of lies and false promises. If she was going to meet someone it was going to have to happen organically. 

Well.......she did meet someone. And it was completely organic. He just happens to be packaged with a wife and a swingers lifestyle.

Single girl is not even interested in meeting a life partner. Not right now. Single girl just wants an end to the celibate drought and this website isn’t a regular dating website. It’s an adult ‘dating’ site which is a polite way of saying that it’s a hook-up site.

And it seems that there are lots of men who would like to ‘hook-up’ with single girl!!

So many men! 

Oh my lord!! So many half-naked men! So many pictures of bulging Bonds boxers. Oh my goodness.....so many.......so much.........flesh.

Suddenly single girl began to rationalise things. There was interest in her because of one thing. She was fresh meat. New girl on the site. All the cocks were crowing for her attentions. Bucks battling it out to mate with the new female.

Oh this was going to be good!

Perhaps the drought would be over.

Was this the answer to single girl’s unspoken prayers? 

But is single girl mentally and emotionally ready to take the Disney out of sex and have liaisons with men because they both want to have sex? 

But single girl is not even sure that she’s really ready to be naked with someone. (and yes, single girl is completely ignoring the fact that a few days prior she was naked with a man she had just met ) 

 It won’t hurt to have a look at the messages and flirts.

Laugh at the blatantly, overtly sexual profile names.

Single girl is just looking. 

Just a peek.

Fresh meat.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 10: Let the enlightening begin

Check out our couples profile on the site. It will help explain who we are and what we do.

I was intrigued. I am a naturally curious person with the motto, ‘If you don’t ask, you will never know.’ So I did the ol’ Google search and found the site. But then I was stopped from going further. You can’t simply browse this site like you can other sites. You have to sign up. 

Shit!

How badly do I want to find out about cheeky man and his gorgeous wife?

Badly.

Before I knew it I was signing up as a new user and creating my own profile. I had to find a picture. I had to write an intro. I had to outline my sexual preferences and my fetish interests. My fetish interests!!! I’d never really thought about sex in that way. I wouldn’t call anal sex a fetish. I consider it normal. What the hell is bukkake? I’ll Google that later.

I’m sure that I created the quickest profile on record. I don’t even know why I went to the effort of finding a photo and adding so much detail. All I had to do was create a name and press yes until I was signed up. I only want to see what cheeky man was all about. I was curious. 

Finally I was an official member and able to check out the profile. 

We are seeking people for play meets, and cheeky friendship and even the odd weekend away if it happens.

Oh my.........

People really truly actually do this. And I have just met people who really truly actually do this.

Do I really truly actually want to be involved in a world that involves this sort of sexual arrangement?

The answer is.............yes.

Curiosity killed the cat. 

But curiosity woke up the pussy.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 9: The offer

Up for round two some day? 

Now there’s a text message any woman would be delighted to receive.

Round 2. 

There was a real possibility that single girl could have sex with cheeky man again. 

And actually fuck him for real. 

That amazing cock. 

What would that cock feel like inside her? Deep inside her.

She was already imagining it.

The two of them naked. 

She wanted to be on her back the first time.

Wanted to be laying on the bed, her legs apart, knees bent, thighs on his hips as he slowly pressed his incredible cock into her wet, excited pussy before he grabbed her hips and pulled her completely onto him till he could go no deeper. 

What would it be like to have such a large cock inside her? What would be the sensations she would feel? Would she reach orgasm? 

Was she up for round two someday? Someday?

How soon would it be possible to make someday happen? 

Single girl did not want to wait months for the chance to fuck cheeky man. She had had long enough of this celibate bullshit. Even though they had not had intercourse, single girl had tasted possibility and now she was ready to sit down at the table and feast.

She wanted to feast on the body of cheeky man.

But what was with this ‘someday’ tease? 

Don’t play with me, cheeky man! It’s been too fucking long between drinks. ‘Someday’ can mean two things and I’m used to it meaning that you’re just fucking with me and you don’t really want to do it. I’m too old for mixed signals and games. I want to finish what we started.

But............fuck.............this was a married man. It was bad enough that she had played with him once already, but what did it mean if she was to consciously go and do it again?

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 8: Playing with fire

Single girl couldn’t help it. She sent the first text message. Just a hello, but it was enough to cause her to question her motives........her morals........ and her sanity.

Like an excitable teenager with a crush she sent that first message and went about her day trying to ignore the fact that she was playing with fire. Within the hour he had replied and single girl could feel the heat from the flames deep inside her body.

It was never going to be innocent. How could it be? They had already passed the point of no return. He had ignited her long suppressed lust and desire for sexual pleasure and single girl wanted more.

Stepping into a welcoming, hot shower on her return home that afternoon, the painful shock of water on grazed nipples propelled her mind back to the pleasure and pain inflicted in more than one passionate moment the previous evening. Yet while she reeled from the intense, sharp pain she felt her vagina throb with pleasure at the memories the pain invoked.

Fucking hell. This was one hell of a way to remember an encounter. Her nipples were going to take days to heal. But as the initial sting dissipated her whole body continued to blush with the recollections so fresh in her brain.

He deserved to know that he had left a painful mark. 

She messaged him again.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 7: What now?

When her eyes opened after a few short hours of sleep, the bass beat of the music that had been playing throughout the night brought her mind back to a semblance of reality.

But what was reality? 

The reality was that she had spent hours in her tent engaging in sexual activity with a man she had just met at a party, who happened to be married, whose wife allowed him to play. 

Single girl now needed to pretend like nothing had happened, but as she began to pack up the bedding and tent she found an item of clothing that was not hers. She couldn’t keep it, but how was she going to find the way to return it.

Party-goers wandered around the makeshift camping ground. Swags and tents were being packed into cars, tired happy faces smiled with exhaustion and post-drinking confusion.

Should she go over to his tent and deliver the clothing item? Her friend was chatting away to her as she packed her own tent. How could single girl conjure up a plausible explanation for needing to go and visit another couple’s tent? Single girl was not even certain which tent was theirs!

Her dilemma was solved when she found him standing next to her with something that was hers. In the darkness of the wee hours of the morning, as he tried to find his belongings strewn through the tent, clothing had gotten mixed up. Unavoidable really, under the circumstances.

Oh hell....... he was still cute and cheeky and now there was an extra air of confidence about him. He knew her naked body. He knew that she knew his naked body.

Who suggested they exchange details? Single girl cannot remember, but before their brief exchange was over they each had contact numbers.

Ok......now she was certifiably insane. What did single girl think she was going to do with the phone number of a MARRIED man? 

This was a slippery slope.

There were a million cliches about the dangers of heading this direction.

What would happen to her if she buckled up and decided to see what was possible?

What was possible?

Did single girl even know?

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 6: Ok...weird

It was one nervous kiss. Well, nervous from my side. He clearly suffered from no such nerves as I. And then before I knew it he was in my tent and we were really kissing. 

All the while in the back of my head I could hear myself saying...’What are you doing? He is married! He only said that he had permission to sway you.’ But I didn’t care anymore. My body didn’t care anymore. I wanted to be kissed and touched and stroked and............

Then out of nowhere there was another person trying to get into my tent! What the fuck!!

“Hi kids!! Are you having fun?”

Again......what the fuck??!!!

It was the wife. It was the wife. It was the WIFE!!! And she hadn’t come to kill her husband..... or me, she had come to show me that he actually really truly did have permission to play with me.

To say that I thought this moment was weird would be the understatement of the century. Here I was, wrapped in an embrace with a man who was the husband of the woman whose head had popped inside my tent, being asked by this wife whether we were having fun.  What planet was I on?

And then before I knew it, and with a parting “Play nice”, she was gone. 

Cheeky man could tell that I was a little freaked out by this visit and so we talked for a while about the events of the night and then desire won out again and the kissing resumed. But this time I needed to feel his skin next to mine and I began to undress him. 

‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ as the old saying goes. If I’m prepared to kiss a married man and he is already in my bed, I might as well make the most of it. Actual intercourse was not an option thanks to the intervention of Mother Nature, but that didn’t mean that we couldn’t explore other available options.

He quickly assisted in divesting me of my own clothing and there we were......... naked. 

Holy Mother of God!! 

His penis was the most beautiful penis I think I had ever laid eyes on. It was beautiful. It was long. It was uncut. It was in my hand. 

Oh, I had to taste it. I had to run my tongue over that swollen head and down along the length of the shaft. I wanted to know how much of it I could take in my mouth. 

There it was. That sharp intake of breath at the sensation of his cock being taken deep into my mouth. There is not a man alive who does not lose himself in that instance. The primal response to sexual pleasuring, a sudden intake of breath and a stiffening throughout the whole body.

He allowed me to play with his cock for quite some time, stopping me once or twice so that he would not orgasm. I wanted him to cum, but he clearly wanted this experience to last.

Then it was my turn. And finally, a man who knew how to handle breasts. Not only did he know how to handle them, he clearly loved them. They were his to enjoy. I lay there in ecstatic bliss as he licked, sucked and played with each breast in turn. 

Ouch!!! Too hard on that nipple. He eased off. 

“Hello!! You two playing nice?”

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Cover up my nakedness before the wife gets an eye-full. Ok...this is beyond weird. 

And then I lay there, naked, in an embrace with her husband as the two of them had a little chat. All the while I’m trying to act as though this is the most normal thing in the world. Doesn’t everybody engage in sexual acts with married men they have only met a couple of hours ago?

What?? Did he just ask his wife if she wanted to join us? Oh no. No. No. My mind cannot cope with having a woman come into the tent and getting naked. My mind is barely coping with having a naked man in my tent. The only reason that I was still playing adult games with this particular naked man was because I was overcome with lust. Lust does crazy things to a person. 

Now I was scared. This was becoming far more than I was ready to deal with. There was no way I was going to agree to a threesome. 

But she didn’t feel like playing tonight. She had partied too hard. She was going to go back to bed. And once again she was gone.

Oh....my....God. What the hell had I got myself into?

And then his lips and hands were travelling down my body. Rational thought flew out the window as my body succumbed to his skilled ministrations. This man knew how to use his tongue. When his lips arrived at my throbbing vagina I was completely at his mercy. I too fell into primal responses as the lust and need claimed me.

We played with each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of flesh with our fingers and tongues.

I had never before experienced such eroticism. My body ached with the need to fuck him, but I couldn’t. Neither of us had condoms and I had my period. But goddammit I so wanted to feel that cock inside me. 

“When are you coming to bed? It has been hours.” 

She was back. This was embarrassing. Hours? Really? 

So he began to get dressed. Where were his clothes? Did he have everything? This was where it became terribly awkward. I lay on the air-bed trying to behave as though it was perfectly natural to watch a relative stranger dress and leave my tent. I do this kind of thing all the time. NOT!!!

And with a parting kiss he was gone.

I lay there in the darkness going over what had just transpired, my body still tingling with arousal. I was thinking a million things. I was feeling another million. 

But none of those feelings was guilt or shame.

Where was the person who woke up this morning? Where was she? Who was she? 

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 5: The moral battle

He was so tantalisingly close.

I wanted to feel those lips on mine.

My entire body was trembling with terrified exhilaration.

He said that he had permission. 

Just one kiss. 

He wouldn’t ask for more than that if I didn’t want to.

I could say no at any time and that was ok.

But even one kiss was wrong.

Why had I not told him to leave?

Was it a coincidence that his name was biblical and that he was presenting me with the forbidden apple?

Like the snake, he was sliding further into my tent. Slowly, so as not to frighten me.

Like a victim under a spell, I inched closer.

The heat of my arousal clouding my rational mind.

I was beyond caring about right and wrong.

Just a kiss.

I could stop at any time.

It didn’t have to go further than a kiss.

How had I closed the gap between us?

The decision was being left up to me.

The decision was mine to make. 

The question was whether I would be happy with the outcome of my choice.

With his eyes still locked on mine I leaned in closer.

It was not just a kiss.

[realisingunicorndreams]

Chapter 4: Permission to play

I couldn’t let him keep calling out and banging on tent walls or whatever it was that he was doing out there in the dark, so I opened my mouth and let him know where to find me.

What the fuck was I doing???!!! I should have stayed silent and he would have eventually gone back to the party, or his tent and his wife.

And then he was there........clumsily opening the zipper to enter my tent..........poking that cute face inside the opening. Holy shit!! Yes..............NO!!!!

I was paralysed with fear and desire. This was wrong. I am a grown woman. For fuck’s sake I am 50 years old. I know what he was after and it wasn’t my recipe for shortbread biscuits.

I wanted to let him in but I couldn’t. If I let this cheeky, married man into my tent then I was a bad person. I would hate me. The moral code that was keeping me safe would be shattered.

So I didn’t let cheeky man into my tent. I made him lay on the ground with only his head inside the door opening and I tried to convince him (and let’s face it....me) that he shouldn’t come all the way in. And with only his cheeky face visible, he tried to convince me of the reasons why he should come in. 

He was persistent.

My body was responding.

And persuasive.

My mind was betraying me.

He never took is eyes off mine as he spoke.

And I hadn’t had sex in almost two years.

He was patient.

And this was so very wrong.

And, I’m sorry..........what did he say? That his wife had given him permission to come and play??

When had I entered this parallel universe where life seems the same as the one I live but the rules I knew and understood did not exist? Had I been slipped a substance and not been aware? 

Permission to play with another. 

Permission. 

And he wanted to play with me.