A Great Weekend, Indeed
This past weekend Ernest and I had the pleasure of hosting a lovely couple from Northern California, Evan and Amina. They live in horse country near Sacramento and have a nice life as Master and slave, husband and wife and all-around nice-as-fuck-folks. They’re kinky like Ernest and I am. The two men are the same age and Amina looks at least fifteen years younger than her age of 38. I mean, it’s criminal how youthful, trim, toned, sleek and positively feline she is. Her active lifestyle is to thank, I’m sure. She’s smooth, pale, with perfect boobs and long, flowing auburn hair. In short, my kinda gal! Evan is, like Ernest, a bear at heart, fit and strong from his years in the military (retired), with a jolly demeanor and a quick wit. Again, a type I go for: the friendly, furry type. Like Ernest, he’s a happy sadist and wears his authority lightly because Amina adheres to it so gracefully. He pretty much smiles all the time, I’ve noticed.
And why wouldn’t he be smiling? His girl is simply a fabulous prize. Ernest and I find our time with them to be filled with fun and great conversation, alone or in pairs, girls together, boys together or mixed, we all like each other. What puts a special spin on our kink is that Evan and Amina are, gasp, strictly monogamous, full stop. Not even girl-on-girl action. Nothing. Nada. Amina is a bit bisexual quite toppy, so I once asked if it had been hard to accede to his request for monogamy (it came from him). She said, “Not really, when I saw what I was getting in return.” Knowing Evan as I do, I can’t fault her. Any woman would like to be loved like she is (I am and can attest that it’s pretty awesome).
In sort, theirs is a relationship that so nice to be around, parallel play is fine with us. We like putting on a show, too, which is swapping in its own way. In the swing world it’s called, “soft swapping,” and it’s a pretty great thing.
They arrived Friday evening, having fought Los Angeles traffic. We went out for burgers at Umami and caught up on things. We got home and hung out some more before calling it a night. Saturday, I made breakfast for everyone before we went hunting for desserts for later. The plan was for me to cook and to have a “CMNF” dinner. Those letters stand for “Clothed Male, Naked Female,” and it’s a damn fine way to throw a party.
I had gone shopping the day before, on my way home from a quick trip to San Francisco for LitQuake , where I read from Master Of O to a happy crowd. I got to see Carol Queen and Robert Lawrence of the Center for Sex and Culture , and their third, Dina, always a pleasure. The menu was salad, chicken en croute and asparagus (oops, no pee play for sure, now!).
While dinner was cooking we set up the room with the usual: gloves, lube, vibrators (Amina doesn’t need them, the lucky wench), suction machine, electric butt plug machine, assorted crops, canes and whips.
Ernest was resplendent in his WWI German general’s uniform, while Evan had chosen the sexy cowboy look, with crisp plaid shirt, black jeans and well-polished boots. I had on my slutty eye makeup, collar, cuffs and some skimpy mules, while Amina had on her collar and the shoes, her silky hair falling to her waist. She served the salads and poured her Master’s beer before sitting beside him.
Dinner conversation was light and fun, as we all knew were it was headed (though next time we’ll schedule sex before dinner in deference to our*cough* advanced ages). It all went off without a hitch and, having stacked the dishes in the sink for easy cleanup later, we sat in the living room, I next to Ernest, Amina at Evan’s knee, while we showed them the illustrations from the upcoming illustrated, limited-edition of “Master of O,” due out early next year.
Since there are over forty individual images it took a few minutes. When they were done looking at them Ernest pointed to his fly and invited me to open it and get busy. Evan took that as s cue to pull Amina over his lap for a spanking. I caught a quick glimpse of her lithe body as she eagerly got into position. I could only hear her squeals and his swats while I sucked but, by the effect it had on Ernest it must have been mighty pretty!
After a few minutes of my quietly choking on his dick Ernest walked me over to the dining room table and had me sit on the edge before spearing me on his dick. It’s been a while since we did this and it’s always a contest of abdominal work and balance, as I raise my knees so he can walk right in. He did me the favor of allowing me to lie down on the table while he fucked me, which was nice. What was a bit more challenging was having him walk around to my head and have me drop it over the edge of the table so he could mouth fuck me while he cropped my pussy. It was fun to scream into his nut sack while he smacked my bits. I do love the way it feels to be hit with a well-made device designed for just that purpose. Ummm!
Ernest then escorted me firmly back to the play space, Evan waving us on. They’d be back in a few, I knew, but it’s always nice to start a party w/a few moments of privacy w/one’s partner. Ernest and I made the best of it, ourselves, as I helped him to undress in the back. I think he was eating me (or was it fucking me?) when Evan came in, dragging Amina by the shirt he had wrapped around her neck, tossing her up onto the spanking horse. Ernest situated me so he could fuck me while he watched. I’m quite near sighted so I just kept in position and listened to the nice sounds they made.
One fun moment was me being held up by one wrist (weight on my feet, mainly), while holding in the butt plug, while Ernest whipped me but good. Man, it felt fantastic, and I got to laugh at how mean and ingenious he was being.
It went on like that for a bit, with the four of us fucking on adjacent furniture at the same time, before Ernest suggested something new: that I come before him and use the electric butt plug to do it, for the edification of our guests (Amina is a big butt slut like me). Always happy to change the line up, I got in position and Ernest got the stiff, electrified Lexan plug in my butt. He explained how it worked and started to work the dials. Soon enough I could feel the tell-tale warmth and tingle begin and, with a bit of fiddling decided on a fast wave form of medium strength. Mmmm, so fun. Wave patterns one can choose include : “torture,” “stroke,” “climax,” “random,” and the favorite, “waves.”
When it’s been set correctly the plug causes the anus to contract in such a way that one’s ass fucks itself hands free. It’s really, really yummy, if you like butt stuff, which I do. Soon enough I got the Magic Wand and worked my way to a great orgasm, always a nice thing.
After catching my breath I got up and cleaned the plug, knowing that Amina and Evan would be interested in trying it on her.
Watching the two of them negotiate the now-clean plug into her butt was adorable. He was on the other side of her and Ernest was behind me. They were laying down and Ernest and I were sitting up. I couldn’t see anything, as her leg was in the way but her face was priceless. When the plug was in I plugged it into the control box.
Now it was my turn to work the dials as Evan watched what I did so he could learn. He, like Ernest, is the only kind of Dominant partner to let do anything to you: they watch first and ask questions before trying it on their own. Once Amina got to the place she wanted (very close to what I was doing, speed-and-intensity-wise) I suggested she put her hand to good use on her front parts and she was off to the races. We three wet transfixed by the lovely sight of Amina writhing and squeaking with pleasure, her hand working furiously away as she bit the inside of her other arm, flung in ecstasy over her head. Every time she’d get close to coming it would squirt away from her, making her gasp in pleasure and frustration.
Finally, she got out the request to come, which Evan granted (no fool, he) and she had a howler. Then it was over and I quickly turned off the box before she gently eased the toy out of her pulsating butt.
Then it was Ernest’s turn. I don’t often get to suck him to a finish like a proper slave, as he gets to come in me, but it was the order of the day that night. I had him give me a few extra strips on my ass for effect and gave him the kind of blow job that only a wife can give: the one that tells the dick in question: I know you and I love you. It was fun to swallow every drop.
Ah, life is good!
We gathered our breath and met in the living room for dessert. Apple pie for Amina, Princess Cake for me and caramel cake for Evan. Ernest would have his pumpkin cheesecake later. We earned every calorie, believe me, and it was worth it.
They went to bed before us and were out the next morning, making hardly a sound.
Can’t wait to have them back!
Next Time: The Return of Tall Girl !
Tall Girl came by last night and boy, did we have fun! More on that later!