Temperature's Rising

The events of this post took place at a (gasp!) swing club, where, amongst other things, I had amazing sex (double gasp!!) with my husband  in front of (triple gasp!!!) a room full of spectators.  If you can’t handle that (or if you are reading this post at work), I’d suggest you click away.  Now.

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Nobody ever truly knows the inner workings of a relationship unless they, themselves, are in it.  Nevertheless, it always amuses me to hear how outsiders perceive the dynamic that *is* The Mister and Me.

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My husband was chatting with a rather buxom woman (and they were both naked ~ quadruple gasp!!!!) in the pool when she inquired as to my whereabouts.  I was sitting nearby at the time, trying to will the strength back into my shaking legs after a particularly powerful orgasm (keep reading, the details are coming), so he pointed to where I was sitting and explained that I was, in fact, trying to will the strength back into my shaking legs after a particularly powerful orgasm.  When she found out that my orgasm had come (heh) as a result of my riding a Sybian, she offered her two cents on the subject.

{I don’t know if you’re familiar with Sybian, but it’s essentially a pommel-horse style floor unit with a penis attachment that vibrates and swirls and does all sorts of unimaginable things to a woman’s insides.  And at the club that hosted the party we attended, there is a guy (I’ll call him Syb) who gives women orgasms using his Sybian.}

“You know, Syb is really good at what he does,” she told the Mister.  “And it can be kind of difficult for a woman to get just the right angle.  So you really should let him press her hips down and help her.  Don’t be afraid to let him touch her.  You should let her have him do that.  You really should.”

My husband, completely bemused by the idea that anyone would think that he “lets” Me do anything, replied, “Uhhh…  She did.”  Then again, with emphasis:  “She let him.”

“Oh,” she squeaked in reply.  “She did?”

“Yes.  She did.”

Blinking rapidly, his new acquaintance nodded, looked over at me (I was chillin’ in a chair near the edge of the pool, watching them), looked back at my spouse, shook her head as if to clear it, and nodded.

“She did,” my husband reiterated.

Heh.

Yeeesssss…  Yes, I did…

***GRIN***

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WARNING:  Explicit details of Mrs Fever’s orgasm to follow.  Proceed at your own risk.  😛

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Syb introduced himself as the “pilot” (he operates the controls, significant others can watch, and he’s hands-off unless asked/invited elsewise), immediately set about to making me feel comfortable, and in a friendly but professional manner explained how the Sybian works.  He told me, “I’m just here to pilot your ride and to see to your pleasure”, so I leaned in toward him and winked and said, “I had a great night with a pilot once,” (true story ~ it was two nights, actually…and he was *training* to become a pilot, if you want to be technical about it…but that’s another post entirely), then smiled and added, “So I’ve no doubt about my pleasure.”

My husband was standing off to the side during this exchange and I could hear him choking back a little guffaw.  Syb sort of huffed out a laugh and gave me a look that said ‘you’re not what I expected’, then after a bit more chit-chat, we got down to business.

I am super squicked-out about germy stuff and I’m uber-careful about avoiding STDs, so once all my ‘Oh my God, is this sanitary?‘ questions were answered to my satisfaction, Syb asked me which penis size I’d prefer.

*Snort*

He held up a small dildo attachment that was about three and a half inches, then showed me the medium one, which was five, and the large, which was six.

I’ve never considered myself a Size Queen, but I must be.  Because I looked at the six incher and said, “Six inches is large?”  I was pretty stunned by that.  I’d expected ‘large’ to be over seven at least.  I mean, I’ve been to adult toy stores and seen 14″ rubber cocks, so I’m not sure exactly *what* I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t six inches.  Six inches is barely average in my world.  Which I guess must mean I’ve been incredibly lucky in my limited (yes, I said ‘limited’ ~ not only can I count them, I can name them…well, most of them, anyway) number of lovers.

Shrug.

Anyway…

Six inches and a (non-latex) condom later…

I am full, Oh my god how is it possible that I feel so full?, full, full,full, and the flared head of the shaft is vibrating against my G-spot, rotating in concise circles, and I’m rocking my hips and shaking and experiencing shimmying shock waves of pleasure throughout my pussy, and I squeak in little “Eeeep!”s of surprise, and then Syb turns up the volume, cranks up the force, adjusts the movement, and I am moaning and riding and rocking with my head thrown back, watching my husband watch me…

Then all of a sudden my nipples are standing *at* attention begging *for* attention and ohfuckyes my clit is starting to throb, and all the while I thrust my hips fuckmefuckmefuckme seeking the perfect rhythm, until unexpectedly Syb adjusts the vroom, but he turns it up a little too high and since I’m ticklish that speed makes me shriek out a laugh, and my laughter makes my PC muscles contract, ohgodohgodohgod, which makes me moan, and the Mister is rolling my right nipple between his left thumb and forefinger and then he tugs…

And through my laughter and my gasping flushed pleasure I look Syb in the eye and say, “You’re my new favorite person” with a cheeky grin, and lean in and kiss him while my true love’s fingertips graze my nipples, and it feels so good, so good, sooo damn good…

And I need…  I need…  I don’t know what I need but I need it badly because it feels fabulous and my cunt is dripping juices down my thighs, and I’m almostalmostalmost…  Almost, but not quite…  Not quite, not quite, NOT QUITE on the edge, just a gasping, floating, feminine mass of buzzing sensation and pulsing flesh and dripping pussy and if I could just get to the edge I could ride it for a while, but dammitdammitdammit, I need, I need…  I don’t know what I need…

But Syb knows what I need, so I invite him closer, and he wraps his arms around my waist, grabs hold of my hips and presses me down, presses me down, downdowndown and I’m feeling incredibly full and I’m thinking this is the best six inches I’ve ever had, and I’m pressing my neck into Syb’s shoulder and turning my head toward the man I love, who is pulling my hair and telling me I’m fucking beautiful and I need to let go, and I’m pressing and shuddering and shaking, and my legs start to twitch and theretheretherethere, right there, right there, RightThere, finally the edge is right fucking there…

And I love to ride the edge, but I don’t ride the edge too long, not this time, because I can see how Syb is challenged by me and I can feel the heat of my baby’s breath whispering against my neck, then they both realize I’m finally there, finally THERE, so Syb lets go  of my hips and when he backs up he cranks the controls up a notch and then my lover fists the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls and I forget to breathe while this how the hell is this only six inches? cock, this swirling, vibrating, pulsing cock is hammering me, pounding me, beating the cum right out of me, so I bear down and let the waves rush over me as I dive head-first into clenching, convulsing, gushing sensation…

Nnnnggghhaaaaauuuggh!

And now my head is in my husband’s lap and he’s petting my shaking shoulders and I let out a shuddering breath and say, “I hope you don’t expect me to walk anytime soon,” which makes both men laugh, and they hold me upright, making sure I don’t smack my head on the pavement when I come crashing down from this high, this amazing, euphoric, thigh-trembling, orgasmic high…

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Merry Christmas to ME!

Ahem.

SO.

How was *your* weekend?

😉