Definitions

I originally started this post about 2 weeks ago and it’s been sitting unfinished since then.  But then yesterdays TMI Tuesday question “Do you consider online cybering adultery?” and the varying responses I saw around the blogosphere inspired me to finish this post.

One comment in particular caught my attention.  The lovely Ms. Inconspicuous wrote:

Though this varies somewhat by culture, and, actually, “adultery” does not, by definition, always distinguish between unsanctioned and sanctioned sex.  You can still be an adulterer by definition even if your spouse gives you full, total, knowing consent to have sex with another.

But I’m not an adulterer!  Veronica and I are swingers, dammit!  That’s different!

So this brought me back to my original draft about the various terms that those of us who have sex with someone other than our spouse use to describe ourselves.

What do you think when you hear:

Swinger?

Open Marriage?

Hotwife?

Are they all the same thing?

Sadie seems to think so, based on her comment on my Adultery post, which is what originally got me thinking about this topic.  She commented that “Well, you say on one hand that you don’t have an open marriage, and that you and V play only “together”, yet, you’d hook up with Swingerwife or SoVix alone? That sounds pretty darn open, Hubman!”.

If you ask me what Veronica and I are, I would answer swingers.

Why? Because we have sex with others, but only participate in those adventures together.  Sometimes in the same room, on the same bed even, definitely in the same place and at the same time.

[The part about SW or SoVix is due to geography.  Neither of them live near us.  If I happen to travel for work and could see either of them, Veronica would be OK with my reconnecting with them.  But that's an exception to our rule, in large part because she knows and trusts them.]

Let’s check what the Urban Dictionary says [I’m a geek, I check reference sources…]

Swinger: A married person who enjoys swapping spouses with another married couple.

Sounds like us!

So why not an “open marriage”?

To me, an open marriage is one in which both halves of a couple are free to seek out other partners, on their own.  As swingers, we do the same, but together, so that definition  doesn’t seem right to me.

Back to the Urban Dictionary!

Open marriage: When a married couple decides to open their marriage, hence permitting the other partner to engage in sexual relations or emotional relations with additional partners, male or female. Usually the married couple is considered the “Primary Couple”.  Sometimes having an open marriage includes having group sex with other married couples.  Open marriages always try to base their relationship on complete honesty and mutual respect. Open marriages are hard work and both partners must feel comfortable with the situation for it to able to work. Both partners involved in the primary relationship must be very mature and able to control jealousy.

Wow, that is pretty damn accurate!  I really like the parts about honesty, mutual respect, controlling jealousy and the hard work that such an arrangement requires.  Maybe I was wrong and we do have an open marriage.

And what about Hotwife?

I think of a couple where one half is free to go fuck others and the spouse does not seek other partners; rather he or she is aroused by the idea of their partner out and having sex with someone else.

Hotwife: A married woman who has the feedom in her marriage to pursue sexual relationships with men other than her husband. Her husband has full knowledge of her activities and consents to them.

That’s kind of vague to me and doesn’t seem much different than the others.  Though it could apply to us, since I’m cool with Veronica seeing Sarah without me.  Of course I prefer to be there…

But you know what?  I don’t care what you label me with, if anything.

I’m Hubman, my wife is Veronica, and we’re swingers.

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The Urban Dictionary is similar to Wikipedia in that anyone can add or edit entries.  Which can result in some interesting entries, such as this alternative definition for ‘open marriage’:

A total oxymoron and falacy. An act of sexual immorality between a married couple. When a married couple, due to their sexual deviancy, agrees to have multiple sex partners, i.e. a married couple agrees to cheat on each other. This is totally stupid and oxymoronic because the word marriage suggests monogamy. Thats why a couple gets married. If they do not want to practice monogamy and commitment, then why get married? I don’t feel as though ANY marriage can surivive as an open marriage.

To this contributor I paraphrase Adrian Cronauer: “Sir, you are in more dire need of a blowjob then any man in history!”

TMI Tuesday and Thanks

Just so you all know, as I’m starting to draft this post, my darling wife Veronica is driving me mad flipping back and forth between “24″ and “Dancing with the Stars”.  I’m almost ashamed to admit that she just called in to vote for Steve Wozniak 6 TIMES! I know she’s doing so for the potential comedic value of watching him continue to attempt to dance, but still….

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If you saw my post yesterday you know that I’ve been in a bit of a rut with blogging.  Not that I pay too much attention to my blog stats, but I do look occasionally, and have noticed a steady decline in both of the number of visitors I get each day and the number of comments.  If I truly didn’t care about feedback I’d just keep a journal and stick it under my pillow at night, and I suspect a number of you might feel the same way.

Literally as I’m sitting on the couch contemplating this, I get this e-mail message (edited for privacy issues):

Hey hubman, Just wanted to let you know that we read both yours and Veronica’s blog.  We are a married couple 42 and 38 that has been swinging for about 2 years.  It helps so much to read about other couples like us and your experiences.  We look forward to reading more about your sexy (and everyday life) experiences in the future.

Perfect!  Just the sort of out-of-the-blue compliment to put a smile on my face.

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OOhhhh, some good TMI questions this week from another guest contributor!

1. Are you pro-marriage? Why or why not?

If I say yes, does that make me anti-living in sin? Yes, I’m pro-marriage, Veronica and I have been married for 15 years!  AND I’m pro-gay marriage.

2. Have you ever invented or thought you invented a sexual position?

I can hardly claim to be that creative!  Though I have found myself in a position that made me say “Whoa, this is cool”.  Of course, it involved 4 people…  [Yes, SwingerWife, I'm referring to the 4 of us...]

3. Do you like to be tied up? Always or sometimes?

I’ve never really gotten into that.  For a little joking playing around, sure, but that’s about it.

4. Do you consider online cybering adultery?

Anytime someone has an emotional and/or physical relationship with someone other than their spouse/SO, without that persons okay, it’s cheating.  Online or in person, cheating is cheating.

5. Do you prefer masturbation over real sex?

Hell NO!  I can’t even remember the last time I jerked off.  Oh, wait, my occasional mystery HNT guest inspired me a few days ago, though she doesn’t know it.  Well, she knows now *wink*

6. Do you want sex more times a day than your partner?

Depends on the day, but most of the time Veronica and I are very well matched in our sex drive.  I’m a very lucky man.  How do you think we managed to have sex 3 times in one day, on a weekday?

7. Do you get offended when you partner openly flirts with others or are you okay with it?

Hell no I’m not offended, especially if whoever Veronica is flirting with is either a) a hot chick or b) a guy with a hot chick.  How do you think we find playmates?

8. Do you think you’re flirty by nature?

I asked Veronica about this.  “Yes, you are” was her immediate reply.  So there you have it.

Blog Discovery

What do you think of the [minor] redesign?  A couple of changes I want to point out- the “tag cloud” is gone, but there is now a search box on the left.  Want to see all of my HNT posts?  Just enter “hnt” in the search field!

The Hot Dads image now links directly to that site.  I’m still working on a separate blogroll with my fellow “Hot Dads”.

I’ve enable nested/threaded comments in order to facilitate discussion.  I’m not quite sure how this will work in practice, but in theory, if another commenter says something you wish to [respectfully] comment on, you can do so with a “sub-comment” instead of a new comment altogether.  At the very least I’ll use this feature to reply to your comments, which I try to do anyway.  Just click on the “Reply” link within a comment if you want to try this.

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[WARNING: Shameless appeal for comments ahead]

Lately I felt like I was getting in a rut with the blogs I read on a daily basis.  No offense intended towards any of you, but it had been a while since I had discovered anything new that really drew me in.  Then Veronica told me about one she found, Mike and Angie Explore.  She said it was safe for work, so I went to her blogroll and clicked on the link.  And I got this:

Oops!  Thanks Veronica!  That’s the message I get at work when I click on something I shouldn’t and a major reason while I use Google Reader now.

Anyway, Mike and Angie mentioned a blog they like, Broadening Our Horizons, which is also written by a husband-wife team, so it immediately appealed to me.  And I find my blog on their blogroll!  Not only that, but it’s my old blogspot site, so it’s been at least 2 months that they’re presumably been lurking around my blog, yet I had no idea their blog even existed.

I need some more new-to-me blogs to read.  Any suggestions?  Heck, you think I might like your blog, come out of hiding and let me know!

Happy Monday!

In through the out door, Part 1

[This is the story of our exploration of anal sex over the years, but it's not erotica (that'll be Part 2)]

Once upon a time, there was an extremely horny young man who convinced his girlfriend that they should try anal sex.  He begged, he pleaded, he tried fingering her ass without asking first.  Clearly, he had no clue what he was doing.

Did he take his time and make sure she was relaxed and ready?  No

Did he remember that there is no such thing as too much lube?  No

Did he attempt to find a position that she preferred?  No

Was he ready and willing to stop if she asked him too, before he came?  Reluctantly, at best

Was he more interested in stroking her ass until he came?  Yes

Was he responsive to her verbal and non-verbal clues?  No

The man was an idiot.  He could give lessons on how not to have anal sex and didn’t even realize it.

Eventually anal sex became something barely tolerable for her and she let him enter her that way every once in a while.  Maybe 3 or 4 times a year, tops.  She even consented once during their honeymoon.  But after a few years, she said “No more, I’ve tried to keep an open mind, but it just hurts and I don’t like it.”  She really did try to like it, but even saints have their limits and she reached hers.

So they stopped having anal sex, much to his disappointment.  Years passed, at least 5 or 6 years, if not more.  Eventually, he thought that perhaps he could convince her to try again.  After all, he is nothing if not the inquisitive type who in the intervening years has read about anal sex and became convinced he knew what he was doing wrong.  He even went so far as to draft a letter, practically begging her to re-consider her stance.  But he was too chickenshit to ever share it with her…

Saturday, January 24, 2004.  His birthday.  His father came to visit for the weekend, so she arranged for a little romantic overnight getaway, since they had free babysitting.  They adjourn to the hotel room for the evening and then she says “I have an idea.  I’d like to try anal sex again.  How would you like that as a birthday present?”

OMGYESYESYESYES

He realizes that he has to compose himself and show a little restraint.  It has been 7 or 8 years, after all, and while he’s extremely excited as the prospect, he’s at least smart enough to know that if he doesn’t do it right this time, he may literally never get another chance.

And she likes it!  Not likes it like a porn star allegedly likes it, but it doesn’t hurt and she’s open to trying again someday.  *Cue fireworks in his mind*

Over the course of the next 5 years or so, anal sex slowly becomes a semi-regular part of their sex life.  He vows never to get pushy suggesting anal, and NEVER when they are already having sex.  On occasional he’ll gently suggest “You know, honey, it’s been a little while since we’ve had anal…”  He always waits until at least a month has passed since the last time before making the suggestion.

And then, a revelation…

They enter the world of swinging and have their first full swap experience.  After their new friends leave for the night and they are alone in bed again, she is really horny and declares that she wants anal.  But this time is different.

She is enthusiastic.  She is vocal.  She declares “I’m your little anal slut, come on, pound my tight ass!”

And him?  He is living his dream, his dream of being able to fuck her ass like she’s a porn star, taking her as fast and deep and furious as he wants to.  And not once does she ask him to ease up at all.

Over the course of the next several months, this becomes a much more regular aspect of their sex life.  What once happened every 4-6 weeks starts to happen every week to 10 days!

And then, one Saturday night in December, she experiences her first ever orgasm during anal sex!

But that is story worthy of a post all it’s own…

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So there you have, our backdoor-lovin’ history.  God I was a cad!  But fortunately Veronica is quite the woman, in many respects, and she’s forgiven me for my errors.  If any of you are considering trying anal sex, please, learn from my mistakes!

Veronica’s Postscript: This is all a true story.  I had given up on anal sex.  It really hurt and I did not like it.  However, several years later Hubman started gently hinting about it, and since several years had gone by and he was really stressed with his first year of grad school, I thought I would give it a try, as a special treat for him.  I did initially go back to it to make him happier.  However this time he was much better about control, and most importantly, not skimping on the lube.

However for a long time, even once we resumed doing it, I never really got into it.  He would hint about it every 4-6  weeks and I would do it a few days later. Since I never loved it, I rarely initiated it.   Hubman and I talked about it once.  He is obviously not stupid, and he noticed that I was not as verbal and happy during anal as  I was during vaginal or oral sex.  I explained to him that I just still found it dirty and attributed my mental block to all of the diapers I had been changing.  I feel if you see constant output from the butt, you might be less likely to find butt-sex arousing.

Then we swapped with B&K.  After they left Hubman and I had sex.  I wanted to give him something that no other man had ever had or will ever have.  I offered him my ass.  He gladly took it.  And it dawned on me that after getting vigorously fucked on my living room couch with Hubman fucking the guy’s wife on our bed that anal wasn’t really that dirty anymore.  And that night, I really got into it.

We still don’t know how to thank B&K for that insight.  Hallmark doesn’t seem to make a card to cover that occassion

HNT- Wistfully Gazing

[Last month Dana posted a "Retro HNT", and challenged others to do the same once a month or so.  As it so happens I had already done so on the same day, so I was in for the challenge.  The first Thursday of each month I'll try to compose something fully dressed.]

We gaze out the window, thinking back to just last weekend when the last of the snow had melted, the air was warm, and my little man and I could play in the yard, sans jackets.

He dashed back and forth between the swings, the slide and the monkey bars, as if he couldn’t decide which he missed the most, and repeatedly calling out “This is great dad!  I’m so glad spring is finally here!”

And then we got 10″ of snow on Monday *pouting and foot stomping ensues…*

Until the true arrival of spring, all we can do is gaze out the window at the snow covered yard, remembering the fun we had last summer and anticipating the summer to come…

Don’t forget to visit Osbasso and see who else is playing this week!

Happy HNT!

THAT’s more like it!

Last week Veronica and I wrote about Red Flags, those signs that perhaps the “couple” that you have met online isn’t, shall we say, being completely honest with you.

It just so happens that the very next day Veronica found a woman on our favorite lifestyle site that she found attractive.  And I just had to agree, she was quite attractive!

So, just like we always do when we see someone we like, we risk getting laughed at or blown off rejected and sent them a message:

I saw your picture and was entranced by your pretty face and curly hair. My husband and I are in ****** and would like to get the chance to know you and your husband better. Please take a look at our profile and let us know if you would like to get to know us better as well. Have a great night. Veronica

Simple and straightforward, right?

And we get a reply in less than an hour, including their Yahoo IM name!

We reply the next day, with our real names and our Yahoo IM name.  To make a long story short, within the next 4 days we have exchanged pictures, talked about experiences, desires, and boundaries, and the ladies traded phone numbers.  Veronica and she have talked [I really should come up with a pseudonym for her...] on the phone and she and I have chatted online several times.

And we have a dinner date set for this Thursday evening!

Isn’t that nice?  No waiting days for a reply.  No wondering if there really is a woman there. Just a “real” couple who is as honest and open as we are.

This is how “dating” on the internet should be!

[Now I'm hoping that I haven't jinxed this whole relationship by writing about it already....]

TMI Tuesday

But first, do you know what month it is?

I wouldn’t be surprised if many people know that March is Women’s History Month.  But did you know that is also National Nutrition Month? Or National Poison Prevention Month? Or Red Cross Month?

Who comes up with these?  Who declares that it is Youth Art Month… Ethics Awareness Month… Noodle Month… Sauce Month… Frozen Food Month… National Irish American Heritage Month… National Peanut Month… Social Workers Month…

It just amuses me that these “months” even exist.  And you know that someone somewhere felt strongly enough to undertake the cause to get someone to declare March “Poetry Month”…

Make sure you check out all of the lovelies at Tits for Troops today!  Oh, and Veronica and I are there as well…

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Thanks to the anonymous question contributor this week!

1. Is there a sexual act/position/practice that you were sure in advance you would hate (or never try) and then discovered to your surprise you loved?

Hmm, I don’t think so.  Boy, is that a lame answer.  But then again, I’d like to think I’m fairly open minded and never thought I would *hate* something that I later tried.

2. Is there a sexual act/position/practice that proved a lot less interesting in practice than you thought it would be beforehand?

69.  What’s with all the hype about that?  Don’t get me wrong, I love when Veronica sucks my cock, which she does oh so well, and I’m quite fond of eating pussy.  But the position just doesn’t do it for me.  I’m sure our 10″ height difference has something to do with it, but I think it’s more the distraction of getting and receiving oral at the same time that makes it less enjoyable than either act individually.

Now if the next time another woman joins us one of them sits on my face while the other blows me, perhaps I’ll reconsider *wink*

3. How do you let your significant other know you’re in the mood? How do you let a new person in your life know?

Since I’m pretty much always in the mood, it’s pretty easy for her to figure out.  And after 18 yrs we’re pretty good at picking up each others signals.

“I can’t wait until the kids are asleep” whispered in her ear usually does the trick when I want to be perfectly clear.

4. How does your significant other let you know he/she is in the mood?

Luckily, she’s also always in the mood.  A comment along the lines of “So, are you going to do naughty things with me later?” always works.  That, or she grabs my cock when the kids aren’t looking

Remember her post here yesterday (scroll down if you missed it) and her comments about being so polite during sex?  Her politeness also carries over to about sex.  Last night as we’re heading to bed she says “I’m sorry, but my ladybits are a little tender and I just want to go to sleep tonight.”  She apologized!  Yet it’s my fault that her ladybits are tender in the first place.  Well, mine and Stan’s fault from Saturday night…

5. Is there one that got away – a sexual opportunity you didn’t realize was one at the time, or weren’t ready for and regret missing ever since?

Oh hell yes.  Remember, I was a 20 yr old virgin when I met Veronica and NOT by choice.  I was the master of missing signals.  There was Jane in high school who confessed years later that she had a crush on me, which I knew, but even though she was 2 yrs younger than me she was more mature/experience sexually and I was intimidated by her.  Damn lack of self confidence!

Oh, funny story about her.  I was 17, she was 15, this was around the time I knew she had a thing for me.  We were at a mutual friends HS graduation party when Jane says “Hey Hubman, can you drive me to the drugstore, I need to get something.”  And off we go.  And she walks right over the section with all of the condoms!  It turns out that our friend who was graduating wanted to get laid that night and forgot to get some herself, so she asked Jane to pick some up for her.  I shudder to think about the 8 shades of red I turned in that store!

[Jane and I are still friends, actually, 20+ yrs later, and she and Veronica have met several times...]

And then there was Laura my sophomore year in college.  Talk about missed opportunities!  It’s practically too embarrassing to detail the ways in which I missed the signals with her.

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I usually skip the video that follows the TMI questions, but how could I pass up “99 words for boobs”????

Learning Experience

[Written by Veronica, with occasional gibberish by yours truly...]

Last Night I learned three interesting things about myself.

1. That my aversion to short men was unfounded.
2. Apparently I am very polite all the time, even during sex.  Some people find this very amusing.
3. Long lasting makeup that does not melt in the heat is very, very good at lifestyle parties.

It’s Saturday night and Hubman and I are dressed and waiting for our babysitter to arrive.  We decided to try a new sitter named Ashley who is a new teacher in PP’s daycare.  We figured this would be a good night to break her in as she did not have to bathe or feed the kids, and would only have them awake for about two hours tops out of a five hour engagement.  She arrives at the door and I totter down the stairs in my shoes of sluttiness.  Hubman gives her a tour of the house and we give her a quick overview of the kids (hairless and furry) routines and get our coats.

Hubman: I think that Veronica is referring to the dog with her “furry” comment…

PP is happily eating grapes and watching TV. I ask her if she wants smooches or if she is good and she just waves and says, “I’m good!”  Hubman and I are psyched as getting away for many of our nights out have included crying, a minor tantrum and some boogering of my shirt.  We decide not to push our luck, so we kiss and hug the kids and head out the door.

We get to the meet and greet and are greeted warmly by Rob and Bonnie, the hosts.  They introduce us to a couple named Darla and Stan.  We are chatting about near misses of getting busted by the kids, them having a tougher time as their kids are teens.  I can see Hubman and Darla giving each other the eye and Stan is smiling at me as well.

We have the rare opportunity to be ahead of our hosts on something as we tell them about our trip to a lifestyle club in Fort Lauderdale, where Rob and Bonnie are going later this month.  (Thanks SoVix!)  As we are chatting Stan and Darla get up.  Darla is a teeny adorable little thing and Steve is…..short.  At first I wonder if its just the shoes throwing off my perspective but then he stands next to Hubman.  Yeah, short.

I have a thing about short men.  On my blog I  have alluded to having ‘daddy’ issues.  My relationship with my father is, well, non-existent and was not good before it got to that point.  My father is a short man, and an accountant.  So I have always been subconsciously been turned off by short men. (I have no great love for CPA’s either)  Also, some short men overcompensate for being short (probably caused by women like me, who are on the short side themselves, but prefer tall men) by having obnoxious personalities.  I also have my own body image issues and I would just imagine that a smaller man, especially one that has a petite little tasty wife would find me ungainly and unattractive.  However, Stan was attractive and fit, so I decided that if he was into me, I would be open minded.

[I know the above sounds terrible and bitchy but I never claimed to be a saint.  I have issues, I know]

Anyway we get to the party room and Bonnie is out and about with her spring themed jello shots.  We have a couple of shots and I get changed into a black crochet swim cover with only a thong underneath it.   The crochet pattern was not a small one and my nipples peeked out of the fabric.  You want to see this outfit?  I am sure it will appear on some Thursday in the near future.

Hubman and I start making out in the living room and he asks if we can invite Darla and Stan to play with us.  I hesitate, because I always worry about being rejected.  I ask Hubman to talk to Darla, and go and claim a spot on the bed.  Since it was a small crowd for a change, there was actually enough bed space for everyone.  Hubman comes back with Darla and Stan, and Hubman and I start kissing and I soon get distracted by Stan’s thick cock.  Hubman goes off for a condom and comes back and Darla starts warming him up.  Stan then goes and gets his condom.

Hubman: Darla and I had been making eye contact all evening and where flirting quite a bit. I was really into her [well, not literally, yet] and figured I would just go for it.  I walk up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders and whisper in her ear “Veronica and I are going to go play in the bedroom.  We’d like it if you and Stan joined us.”  “I’ll check with him” was her reply.  Back to the story…

Then the rude thing happened.  Darla and I are fondling each other while Hubman is getting a condom on and another guy gets behind Darla and literally tries to insert himself into the action.  Darla gives him a look and he moves on, so the four of us can start.  I go over to the edge of the bed and Stand slides into me.  Stan is very good and is soon riding me like a jockey on a thoroughbred.  I decide I want deeper penetration and ask, “May I please put my legs on your shoulders?”  Darla immediately starts cracking up.  “Veronica, I fucking love you, could you be more polite?”  I shrugged, I never realized I did that.  Hubman chimes in, “Yeah, at home she will say, “Please pound me and come in my mouth.”  The three of them laugh at my expense and I shrug.  I can’t help it if I’m polite.

The manners thing is actually a little bit of a roadblock for me at parties sometimes.  I find myself conflicted between the desire to be a voyuer and my mother’s voice in my head telling me that it is rude to stare.

As we are fucking I grab Darla’s teeny ass.  I comment to Hubman, “This is the cutest little butt ever.”  Darla laughs, “You are too sweet, I have no fucking ass, just like my mother.”  She adds, “Now you have an ass.  Stan has been dying to get his hands on that all night.”  Stan slaps my ass, as Hubman and I grin at each other enjoying the sensations of our new friends and the thought of how many people do enjoy my ass.

Hubman: At this point I hadn’t actually penetrated Darla yet.  This other guy climbed on the bed behind her while she was on her knees blowing me.  He rests one hand on her ass while stroking his dick.  I think Darla thought at first that it was either Stan or Veronica, as she did not react.  But then I shot the guy a look, she looks over her shoulder and is like “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.  TOTALLY ruined it for me and I lost my erection.  Dammit.

Anyway after fucking for a bit we all decide to take a break as the hotel room was getting unbearably hot.  Since its February in New England the heat is on in the room. Even though I was really chilly during the wet t-shirt portion of the evening, I found myself incredibly hot in every way once the fucking commenced.  My make up however, stayed put.  The Bare Minerals stuff is worth every penny.

Hubman: she didn’t mention the wet t-shirt thing before, did she?  It was a spring swing break themed party, so of course there was a wet t-shirt contest!  I was a judge.  They all got 10′s from me, of course!

After getting a drink and relaxing, Darla and I begin fooling around and I start enjoying her talented tongue.  Somehow, this arouses the men, and Hubman is entering Darla for a second round while she is using her very talented tongue on my clit and moving three of her delicate little fingers in my pussy.   Stan is next to me on the couch, but at an awkward angle for me to do anything productive, so I begin to move, and an “excuse me” slips out to Darla.   She starts laughing so hard that she snorts.  “You are too much”.  We continue fucking some more until we are all spent and we all relax and chat.

Hubman: Actually, this was the first time I entered Darla.  Mr. Pushy ruined it for me earlier…

The best part is they live in the town where I work, which is just one town over from where we live. We figured that they met me last summer as their teenage kids have had summer jobs their and they have been to my office before.  They also asked us for our contact information, which makes us happy.  And we got theirs.

Hopefully a private playdate will be arranged.

So to sum up:

I will lose my height cut-off, which I am sure will thrill Hubman to no end.

I am still going to be polite, even if people do laugh at me, because I can’t help it.

And the Bare Minerals stuff?  Fucking Awesome.

Hubman: One of the things we love about these hosts is the effort they go to with the themes.  Besides encouraging the ladies to wear themed outfits, they also had the wet t-shirt contest, as we mentioned, plus some silly little press on temporary tattoos.  So Veronica got a tramp stamp!!  It says “kiss” inside the heart.  [Sorry for the quality, I took the picture with my camera phone this evening.  And she's been killing me, wearing that little g-string all day...]