Kate and Chris are at a Swinger House Party

I’m going to give myself an hour to write; quarter till 9 we’ll see what’s what.

We’re doing a new for us thing tonight; Kate is swinging with someone other than me. Her and her friend Chris are out at a house party. There’s going to be 20 or so couples there. Kate and I have been to several parties at Tom and Carol’s in the past, and always had a great time. I’m at home with Clifford the Wonder Dog (and 2 visiting cousins, we’re watching my son’s pups); it’s an on call weekend for me.

We met Chris, a regular reader of this blog, a couple weekends ago. He’s a great guy, scores high marks across the board from Kate and I. I think each of the 3 of us had an inkling before we met that this may be how it goes. We didn’t know walking into that Starbucks who we’d find, what he’d be like, nothing. He had a pretty good feel for us, but that was just from this blog and a couple emails. Still, human contact being what it is, there’s either a click that happens when people sit down together or there isn’t. There was a big click.

It became clear in our conversation that Chris was looking for a couple things. First of all, he was looking to make connections and find his way into the local swinging community. Next he was wanting to have a fun summer. I don’t want to tell too much of his story, suffice to say he was looking to jump right in.

He struck me as having energy that’s very similar to Kate’s. Kate is a very open and authentic person; for her to be otherwise doesn’t seem to compute to her. It’s who she is and how she’s wired. My first impressions of Chris were that he’s the same way. I didn’t at all feel cut out of the conversation at Starbucks, neither of them let that happen. It’s a difficult thing to express, being at a table with a couple of people with an empathy and openness like this. All the more so when one of whom you love dearly, and the other a guy she’s likely going to be fucking before too much time passes.

Earlier this week, Kate and Chris spent their first night together. It went well for everyone, and it’s safe to say it won’t be a one time thing.

Hotwifing for us is first and foremost about Kate. As time goes by, it’s evolving to become more and more compersiony (is that a word?). It’s a thing that mixes the energy of the 3 people in a different way than if it were just Kate fucking some dude. There’s a whole connection piece between Kate and I that is 100% enhanced if all three of us are more than just on the same page. Chris and I have probably exchanged more texts than he and Kate to this point. The three of us have hit it off pretty well.

Keeva Black talks about this a bit in her post from earlier today, “What I Look For in a Bull”. That post and the fact that Kate and Chris have arrived to the party got be thinking about writing.

The compersion is at least a two way street. I’m not sure yet how it flows to and from Chris, that’s a TBD thing. Kates compersion towards me grew last night.

In some ways, I’ve struggled to communicate to Kate how I feel about her being with other guys. I’ve written about the chronic effects of cultural conditioning in earlier posts, and how difficult that can be to deal with or overcome. Kate climbed mountains while getting right with her true self on the Hotwife front; I haven’t climbed as successfully with cuckolding and how that relates to my true self. If it’s this much wrong for a woman to fuck someone who’s not her husband, it’s a good bit wronger for her husband to be turned on by it and get off on it. Well, that’s how it feels at least.

That changed a bit last night. Kate and I had a really good conversation, I talked about what I wanted, and how I wanted the sexual energy between her and I to be higher during the run up to her fucking other guys. We talked about teasing, and denying. We talked about us each using our words, and me getting more onto Uncomfortable Island with it all. Well, surprise, it went amazingly well. The conversation had us both turned on, and we took action.

It’s been hot lately, and wonderful as it is, Casa Da Sam and Kate doesn’t have central air; we have a window unit on the first floor that does a decent job. The second floor cools down nicely a couple hours after sunset.

Given the hornies that needed attending, we adapted and made like high school kids and got naked on the couch. Part of our sexual energy increase plan was for me to not cum for a few days around when she’s fucking others. That’s the denial piece. Phase one of the tease was an hour or so of naked kissing and caressing; we fucked as well. While we were fucking, Kate had her rose vibrator going, and with some dirty talk from me mixed in, had a beauty of an orgasm. Kate followed that by oiling her hands up and edging me multiple times. Mission accomplished on the upped sexual energy front.

Well, it’s quarter till 9. Think I’m gonna keep going for a little. Kate just texted, all’s well at the party.

There was balance today as well.

Kate joined the now 3 pups and I for our morning walk up the mountain. We managed to pick some blackberries for the mornings oatmeal. I think it’s still a little early, the big berries need another couple weeks. The pups all got along famously, tho the deer they bumped caused some commotion when she snorted her displeasure at them.

In the afternoon we loaded up the local grandkids and went to a pool a couple towns over. That also went really well; Kate and I went down the water slides several times, good clean fun!! As I write, a neighbor has started with the fireworks. So far the pups are unimpressed, and I really hope it stays that way. Clifford HATED them the last few years, but they’re not bugging her so far this year.

I’m content. I’m horny. There’s been a wave or two of FOMO.

I don’t think I’ve sucked too much mojo from what I wanted to get into for the Hotwife post next week. It’s now quarter past 9, and I’m going to do a quick read and post it. Typically I’ll spend time massaging stuff, move a paragraph here, add one or two, that sorta thing. I’m not gonna do that tonight, I’m gonna leave the steady steam of consciousness.

Thanks for reading!!! Be kind to yourself and others,

Sam