Some poly, some kink, some other stuff ...

[KimGordon67]

So ... we established there was chemistry there, at least online/over the phone. We did a LOT of talking, about all sorts of things, but obviously a lot about sex. I mentioned my previous explorations of things along the bdsm spectrum with previous online/phone lovers ... of course, none of this was new territory for him, and he'd had partners who'd been far more extreme than anything I was interested in. But, interestingly, he also explained that it wasn't really something that rocked his world. He'd done things like with previous partners because it was something they wanted, and he enjoyed them getting off on it, but the actual acts themselves did very little for him. I'm a person who really only enjoys having sex with someone that they're enjoying too (within reason, of course - I'm fine about someone doing a little something purely for my benefit, but getting into a whole kink just to keep me happy isn't something I'd like). So we never went down that road in our 'remote' sex ... there was, as always, plenty of other things to 'do'.

He was a fair distance away - three hour drive from where I am when I'm working, even further when I'm back home - so there was little change of meeting up for a 'getting to know you in person' drink ... but, inevitably, we talked about the idea of being in the same place at the same time. (This was obviously why I'd been avoiding locals.)

This was all two years ago now, so it's difficult to remember exactly how my brain was dealing with the prospect of extra-marital actual sex. In a general sense, I think my approach was 'OK, let's give this and a go and see how I feel about it in actuality, rather than hypothetically, and then take it from there'.

There's a tourist town pretty much equi distant between us. I found a day when I could legitimately be absent from work, and would be unlikely to be missed by those at home, and booked a hotel. There's a funny story in here that I need to set up at this point ... the hotel was booked in my name, and at that point he didn't know my surname (although I did his), so I just added him to the booking so reception would be able to point him in the right direction. (No, he didn't have a cell phone.)
So I had all the relevant waxing and various bits of primping done, and worked out just the right clothes to wear ... as one does. I gave him a time when I'd be there, and of course arrived pathologically early ... I really can't remember the last time I'd been that nervous. Sick-makingly nervous ... although I did manage to not actually be sick.

One of the things I did like about him (and there were lots of things) was I knew nothing would shock him. It's not like I've had a particularly depraved live, but the more recent developments might have put a few people off. But he'd been round the block a few times, and there was always more danger that I was going to be a bit too tame for him.

 

[KimGordon67]

... and then he knocked on the door. He said later that I looked nervous, so he decided the best thing to do was just kiss me. That worked ... you know how you can tell a lot about someone by how they kiss, and I was pretty happy. And then it was all a bit of blur, but I think I was up against the wall right next to the door within a minute, and I'd say he probably had his fingers inside me within two minutes. And that was ... I still don't really understand what he does when he does that, but I've never experienced anything like it before - there's a force to it that just threw me completely. Within five minutes he had my underwear off and his tongue on me ... we still hadn't really moved from the doorway. God knows what anyone walking past the door though (it was closed, but I'm not exactly quiet). I don't know how many times I came in that first ten minutes or so, but it was definitely more than once.

So ... we established there was chemistry there, at least online/over the phone. We did a LOT of talking, about all sorts of things, but obviously a lot about sex. I mentioned my previous explorations of things along the bdsm spectrum with previous online/phone lovers ... of course, none of this was new territory for him, and he'd had partners who'd been far more extreme than anything I was interested in. But, interestingly, he also explained that it was really something that rocked his world. He'd done things like with previous partners because it was something they wanted, and he enjoyed them getting off on it, but the actual acts themselves did very little for him. I'm a person who really only enjoys having sex with someone that they're enjoying too (within reason, of course - I'm fine about someone doing a little something purely for my benefit, but getting into a whole kink just to keep me happy isn't something I'd like). So we never went down that road in our 'remote' sex ... there was, as always, plenty of other things to 'do'.

He was a fair distance away - three hour drive from where I am when I'm working, even further when I'm back home - so there was little change of meeting up for a 'getting to know you in person' drink ... but, inevitably, we talked about the idea of being in the same place at the same time. (This was obviously why I'd been avoiding locals.)

This was all two years ago now, so it's difficult to remember exactly how my brain was dealing with the prospect of extra-marital actual sex. In a general sense, I think my approach was 'OK, let's give this and a go and see how I feel about it in actuality, rather than hypothetically, and then take it from there'.

There's a tourist town pretty much equi distant between us. I found a day when I could legitimately be absent from work, and would be unlikely to be missed by those at home, and booked a hotel. There's a funny story in here that I need to set up at this point ... the hotel was booked in my name, and at that point he didn't know my surname (although I did his), so I just added him to the booking so reception would be able to point him in the right direction. (No, he didn't have a cell phone.)
So I had all the relevant waxing and various bits of primping done, and worked out just the right clothes to wear ... as one does. I gave him a time when I'd be there, and of course arrived pathologically early ... I really can't remember the last time I'd been that nervous. Sick-makingly nervous ... although I did manage to not actually be sick.

 

[KimGordon67]

Oh - the other thing I remembered from that first few minutes. He was shaking. He wasn't nervous (or at least I don't think so), but was definitely shaking.

That was sort of hot.

... and then he knocked on the door. He said later that I looked nervous, so he decided the best thing to do was just kiss me. That worked ... you know how you can tell a lot about someone by how they kiss, and I was pretty happy. And then it was all a bit of blur, but I think I was up against the wall right next to the door within a minute, and I'd say he probably had his fingers inside me within two minutes. And that was ... I still don't really understand what he does when he does that, but I've never experienced anything like it before - there's a force to it that just threw me completely. Within five minutes he had my underwear off and his tongue on me ... we still hadn't really moved from the doorway. God knows what anyone walking past the door though (it was closed, but I'm not exactly quiet). I don't know how many times I came in that first ten minutes or so, but it was definitely more than once.

 

[bicurnow]

Oh - the other thing I remembered from that first few minutes. He was shaking. He wasn't nervous (or at least I don't think so), but was definitely shaking.

That was sort of hot.

His anticipation was showing despite his best efforts, he wanted this day as much as you.

BTW, love your signature quote.

 

[KimGordon67]

Yeah, 'anticipation' was my best guess too. It's just not something I've ever experienced before.

His anticipation was showing despite his best efforts, he wanted this day as much as you.

BTW, love your signature quote.

 

[lakesailer_mi]

Oh - the other thing I remembered from that first few minutes. He was shaking. He wasn't nervous (or at least I don't think so), but was definitely shaking.

That was sort of hot.

His anticipation was showing despite his best efforts, he wanted this day as much as you.

BTW, love your signature quote.

Yeah, 'anticipation' was my best guess too. It's just not something I've ever experienced before.

I suspect he was really excited and somewhat nervous. That combination of excitement and a nervousness would make me tremble.

 

[KimGordon67]

I suspect he was really excited and somewhat nervous. That combination of excitement and a nervousness would make me tremble.

He moved pretty quick for a nervous person!

 

[KimGordon67]

Things I remember

We had something like 17 hours. I think we maybe slept for 90 minutes, at some point. I probably came 30 times, if not more ... I'm definitely not exaggerating. (We did kind of feel a bit sorry for whoever was in the next room.) He's a guy who knows his way around a woman's body.

He'd do this thing where he made me cum with his fingers inside me (see above), and then I'd cum and we'd rest for a moment ... and then while I still really coming down from that orgasm, his fingers would ... well, whatever the hell he does, but there was no warning, no lead up ... it was like a wave crashing down on you, and then everything going calm and thinking that was it ... but then another wave. And another one. I'm sort of used to it now, but when it first time he did it (and the second and fifth and 20th) I was floored.

Watermelon ... he was in charge of bringing food, and in amongst it all was watermelon. At some point he got up and cut some into chunks and brought it back to the bed ... and then I had watermelon sliding over my clit and inside me. This was kind of later in proceedings, and the cool and slick was just delicious. Perfect consistency - firm enough but with the right amount of give. (Later I asked him if I ended up tasting of watermelon ... best answer I've ever heard to a question like that - 'Yeah, but better that that was that watermelon tasted of you'. Sigh.)

And then, at some point, he wound his fingers into my hair, right at the scalp, and pulled back. Hard. Really hard.
I've honestly never had anyone do that to me before. It's a really specific feeling - not like someone grabbing the hair near the end and yanking (which I hate), but something more ... I don't know. Forceful? It was also the first time any of the idea I'd played with online/on the phone were realised in a physical sense with another person.
And I liked it.
Really liked it.
He was really close, and we weren't doing anything else - it was just that, with him watching my face. (I said afterwards that he should see how he looks when he's looking at me like that ... but apparently the look on my face is a heap better.) I don't know how he knew when to let go - I guess I make some slight movement, or noise, or something, but he always knows. Always.

How I know we slept is that I woke him up with my mouth on his cock. Apparently that's fairly approved of.

And we went for a swim in the morning ... the hotel has a few thermal pools, one of which is fairly isolated, and not well frequented by guests. Unfortunately there's a security camera ... but you can still get up to a lot of stuff in a pool without it being particularly visible. Fairly perfect end to the whole encounter ... although unfortunately also where the reality of actual life started working it's way into my brain. You can only keep that stuff out for so long.

... and then he knocked on the door. He said later that I looked nervous, so he decided the best thing to do was just kiss me. That worked ... you know how you can tell a lot about someone by how they kiss, and I was pretty happy. And then it was all a bit of blur, but I think I was up against the wall right next to the door within a minute, and I'd say he probably had his fingers inside me within two minutes. And that was ... I still don't really understand what he does when he does that, but I've never experienced anything like it before - there's a force to it that just threw me completely. Within five minutes he had my underwear off and his tongue on me ... we still hadn't really moved from the doorway. God knows what anyone walking past the door though (it was closed, but I'm not exactly quiet). I don't know how many times I came in that first ten minutes or so, but it was definitely more than once.

 

[lakesailer_mi]

He moved pretty quick for a nervous person!

Well...didn't want to lose his nerve for the plan.

I mean, you'd have to ask him. I'm merely speculating and extrapolating based on my (very limited) experiences.

 

[LordMorningwood]

Kim, I found this account of your adventure wildly erotic. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.

 

[KimGordon67]

Kim, I found this account of your adventure wildly erotic. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks ... always nice to receive a positive review.

 

[Paul_Chance]

Very well written. I love those times when it's almost like we step out of our world and simply get lost in the sensuality.

 

[KimGordon67]

Very well written. I love those times when it's almost like we step out of our world and simply get lost in the sensuality.

Exactly. I think it probably helps being 'elsewhere'.

 

[KimGordon67]

I wish I could still remember how I processed all that stuff. We met again, a few weeks later, and it was the same intensity, the same ridiculous lack of sleeping, everything still new and exciting ... but somehow, after the second time, the guilt set in. It was a very specific guilt - I didn't feel guilty about having sex with someone, but I felt terrible that I was effectively lying, and that I was doing something that I knew would hurt my husband. All the other stuff, I felt he'd be able to get around, but I knew that actual physical sex with another actual person would hurt him. I wasn't even really worried about him leaving me - we probably would have worked through it, or he would have left, but either way that wasn't what concerned me. I just didn't want to hurt him.

So I stopped it. I remember sitting ... somewhere, in the car, on my phone, crying. He's not a man that reacts to bad news well, so it wasn't a pretty conversation. And I didn't like doing that either ... this is the problem with these situations. Someone always gets hurt. But really, better that it's one (or both) of the people who went into it fully cognisant of the situation than the person who had no say in things.

Luckily I have a lot of time on my own to cry. And then I pulled myself together and gave myself a good talking to, and got on with my marriage to the guy I love.

We had something like 17 hours. I think we maybe slept for 90 minutes, at some point. I probably came 30 times, if not more ... I'm definitely not exaggerating. (We did kind of feel a bit sorry for whoever was in the next room.) He's a guy who knows his way around a woman's body.

He'd do this thing where he made me cum with his fingers inside me (see above), and then I'd cum and we'd rest for a moment ... and then while I still really coming down from that orgasm, his fingers would ... well, whatever the hell he does, but there was no warning, no lead up ... it was like a wave crashing down on you, and then everything going calm and thinking that was it ... but then another wave. And another one. I'm sort of used to it now, but when it first time he did it (and the second and fifth and 20th) I was floored.

Watermelon ... he was in charge of bringing food, and in amongst it all was watermelon. At some point he got up and cut some into chunks and brought it back to the bed ... and then I had watermelon sliding over my clit and inside me. This was kind of later in proceedings, and the cool and slick was just delicious. Perfect consistency - firm enough but with the right amount of give. (Later I asked him if I ended up tasting of watermelon ... best answer I've ever heard to a question like that - 'Yeah, but better that that was that watermelon tasted of you'. Sigh.)

And then, at some point, he wound his fingers into my hair, right at the scalp, and pulled back. Hard. Really hard.
I've honestly never had anyone do that to me before. It's a really specific feeling - not like someone grabbing the hair near the end and yanking (which I hate), but something more ... I don't know. Forceful? It was also the first time any of the idea I'd played with online/on the phone were realised in a physical sense with another person.
And I liked it.
Really liked it.
He was really close, and we weren't doing anything else - it was just that, with him watching my face. (I said afterwards that he should see how he looks when he's looking at me like that ... but apparently the look on my face is a heap better.) I don't know how he knew when to let go - I guess I make some slight movement, or noise, or something, but he always knows. Always.

How I know we slept is that I woke him up with my mouth on his cock. Apparently that's fairly approved of.

And we went for a swim in the morning ... the hotel has a few thermal pools, one of which is fairly isolated, and not well frequented by guests. Unfortunately there's a security camera ... but you can still get up to a lot of stuff in a pool without it being particularly visible. Fairly perfect end to the whole encounter ... although unfortunately also where the reality of actual life started working it's way into my brain. You can only keep that stuff out for so long.

 

[Mustang Sally]

... and then he knocked on the door. He said later that I looked nervous, so he decided the best thing to do was just kiss me. That worked ... you know how you can tell a lot about someone by how they kiss, and I was pretty happy. And then it was all a bit of blur, but I think I was up against the wall right next to the door within a minute, and I'd say he probably had his fingers inside me within two minutes. And that was ... I still don't really understand what he does when he does that, but I've never experienced anything like it before - there's a force to it that just threw me completely. Within five minutes he had my underwear off and his tongue on me ... we still hadn't really moved from the doorway. God knows what anyone walking past the door though (it was closed, but I'm not exactly quiet). I don't know how many times I came in that first ten minutes or so, but it was definitely more than once.

This is amazing. It sounds... addictive. Irresistible.

 

[Mustang Sally]

...

So I stopped it. I remember sitting ... somewhere, in the car, on my phone, crying. He's not a man that reacts to bad news well, so it wasn't a pretty conversation. And I didn't like doing that either ... this is the problem with these situations. Someone always gets hurt. But really, better that it's one (or both) of the people who went into it fully cognisant of the situation than the person who had no say in things.

Luckily I have a lot of time on my own to cry. And then I pulled myself together and gave myself a good talking to, and got on with my marriage to the guy I love.

 

[nkdoldman]

Understood, but

Thanks ... always nice to receive a positive review.

But, we have a need to encourage those who CAN write well. Who CAN write the correct amount of detail to make it totally interesting. Who CAN write using the correct words, spelled correctly.

And, you did all of the above! That's why we say THANK YOU!!!!! and really, really mean it!

And now the question we all have is: Did you ever get back together with him for 'adventure two'? Or have you had other adventures that you are willing to write about?

We all very much like to be turned on by the words and phrases someone else writes, especially if it's written by someone who writes WELL, like you do.

 

[KimGordon67]

Thanks ... I'm blushing now.

Patience is a virtue. I'm nowhere near the end yet.

But, we have a need to encourage those who CAN write well. Who CAN write the correct amount of detail to make it totally interesting. Who CAN write using the correct words, spelled correctly.

And, you did all of the above! That's why we say THANK YOU!!!!! and really, really mean it!

And now the question we all have is: Did you ever get back together with him for 'adventure two'? Or have you had other adventures that you are willing to write about?

We all very much like to be turned on by the words and phrases someone else writes, especially if it's written by someone who writes WELL, like you do.

 

[The_Ghost_Man]

Thanks ... I'm blushing now.

Patience is a virtue. I'm nowhere near the end yet.

Good. I could read this all day. I'm hoping she is too.

Honestly Kim, it's very arousing. I don't know if that's partly because it echoes my experience and feelings, but it's definitely tied to the way it's written.

I'm not sure if you're on Fet or not, but there's another local writer there that I'd like to share it with, if you have no objections.

 

[KimGordon67]

Good. I could read this all day. I'm hoping she is too.

Honestly Kim, it's very arousing. I don't know if that's partly because it echoes my experience and feelings, but it's definitely tied to the way it's written.

I'm not sure if you're on Fet or not, but there's another local writer there that I'd like to share it with, if you have no objections.

I'm not on Fet, no ... and yeah, sure, I guess?

 

[KimGordon67]

The poly I

And everything was fine. We just went back to normal, and I was happy.

Then, one day, I was arguing with my husband about something (we've argued a lot ever since we've been together), and I just blurted out 'AND I think we should see other people!'
If you ever want to make an argument stop in it's tracks, that's apparently a pretty good way of doing it.
He stormed out of the house - I think more because of the overall argument than what I'd just said - and then came back a bit later, calmer. Obviously I just assumed what I said would be forgotten, or refused ... but, well, he said yes. That we maybe should give it go, if it would make me happy. I was a little bit gobsmacked.
But that was beginning of us talking about the whole idea.

I wish I could still remember how I processed all that stuff. We met again, a few weeks later, and it was the same intensity, the same ridiculous lack of sleeping, everything still new and exciting ... but somehow, after the second time, the guilt set in. It was a very specific guilt - I didn't feel guilty about having sex with someone, but I felt terrible that I was effectively lying, and that I was doing something that I knew would hurt my husband. All the other stuff, I felt he'd be able to get around, but I knew that actual physical sex with another actual person would hurt him. I wasn't even really worried about him leaving me - we probably would have worked through it, or he would have left, but either way that wasn't what concerned me. I just didn't want to hurt him.

So I stopped it. I remember sitting ... somewhere, in the car, on my phone, crying. He's not a man that reacts to bad news well, so it wasn't a pretty conversation. And I didn't like doing that either ... this is the problem with these situations. Someone always gets hurt. But really, better that it's one (or both) of the people who went into it fully cognisant of the situation than the person who had no say in things.

Luckily I have a lot of time on my own to cry. And then I pulled myself together and gave myself a good talking to, and got on with my marriage to the guy I love.

 

[Paul_Chance]

I've seen relationships where both partners ultimately wanted out for a long time, but neither one of them breached it. (Not saying that's what happened to you and hubby). That's a most difficult conversation to have and sometimes, in the heat of arguments, those things with the greatest subconscious pressure pop out of our mouths. Then the argument is about something entirely new LOL.

 

[KimGordon67]

I've seen relationships where both partners ultimately wanted out for a long time, but neither one of them breached it. (Not saying that's what happened to you and hubby). That's a most difficult conversation to have and sometimes, in the heat of arguments, those things with the greatest subconscious pressure pop out of our mouths. Then the argument is about something entirely new LOL.

Ha - I see your point. Kind of like once the gloves are off, everything becomes fair game. (I think I'm mixing my metaphors there, but you know what I mean.)

 

[purplerosecrab]

And then, at some point, he wound his fingers into my hair, right at the scalp, and pulled back. Hard. Really hard.
I've honestly never had anyone do that to me before. It's a really specific feeling - not like someone grabbing the hair near the end and yanking (which I hate), but something more ... I don't know. Forceful? It was also the first time any of the idea I'd played with online/on the phone were realised in a physical sense with another person.
And I liked it.
Really liked it.
He was really close, and we weren't doing anything else - it was just that, with him watching my face. (I said afterwards that he should see how he looks when he's looking at me like that ... but apparently the look on my face is a heap better.) I don't know how he knew when to let go - I guess I make some slight movement, or noise, or something, but he always knows. Always.

I've recently discovered the sensation of having my hair pulled, and there's nothing like it. I LOVE it. So far he's only pulled my hair when he's behind me, so we don't see each other's facial expressions. I also can't see when he's reaching for my head or predict when he's going to do it. Surprise, variety, and unpredictability are dynamics he particularly likes creating for us.

I've read, and experienced, that reaching in and pulling from the scalp is a much better feeling than yanking from the ends. The former feels intimate and undeniable, while the latter feels juvenile and is more likely to actually pull hair out. I didn't know it would be a sensation I'd crave, or that I'd trust someone enough to willingly let him do it.

 

[KimGordon67]

It's a really important distinction. When I think about having my hair pulled from the end, I just think 'but that would HURT' ... lol. 'Hurt' means not in a good way in that instance.

I've recently discovered the sensation of having my hair pulled, and there's nothing like it. I LOVE it. So far he's only pulled my hair when he's behind me, so we don't see each other's facial expressions. I also can't see when he's reaching for my head or predict when he's going to do it. Surprise, variety, and unpredictability are dynamics he particularly likes creating for us.

I've read, and experienced, that reaching in and pulling from the scalp is a much better feeling than yanking from the ends. The former feels intimate and undeniable, while the latter feels juvenile and is more likely to actually pull hair out. I didn't know it would be a sensation I'd crave, or that I'd trust someone enough to willingly let him do it.