Enquiring Minds Want To Know

Something that may be surprising is a couple decades in the Army made me borderline snobbish about breakfast. I can’t speak to today’s state of affairs, but in my era, basically the mid 80’s to the mid aughts, you really couldn’t go wrong with an Army mess hall breakfast.

The food was plentiful and surprisingly good. I remember one cook (does the Army still have active-duty cooks?) who would have 10–15 or more omelets going at a time. It was mesmerizing; a ladle full of scrambled eggs spread paper thin on a hot grill, what you wanted in it basically tossed like a big league pitcher on to your square foot sized eggs. Flipped and folded into who knows how many layers. I don’t remember him ever serving the wrong omelet to anyone.

Perkins, which is a restaurant chain in at least the eastern US, has pretty good food. I don’t know if that’s a surprise or not. Every time either Kate or I have been, we’ve had nothing but praise for the quality. Their omelets are quite a bit different from the old Army fare, but they’re on point just the same. Kate, who’s a down-home foodie, has never had anything but praise for what she was served there.

Turns out Perkins, in addition to having a full menu, has a back-room kind of thing, where a group can be closed off from the rest of the restaurant. It was in just such a place we went to our first BDSM / Kink munch last week.

By way of an introduction if you’re reading us for the first time……Kate and I are a married couple in our 50’s whose relationship is Ethically Non-Monogamous (ENM). We’re swingers, our marriage is open; we have sex with other people. We’re in a committed relationship, and somewhere on the polyamorous spectrum; Kate has a boyfriend (or two) and is a Hotwife. It’s neither of our first marriages. We met in a 12 step meeting; we’re each more than a decade sober now. If you’re curious about how this all works, we talk about our relationship in varying degrees of depth in other posts. We have an email address listed in our “about” page if you would like to contact us.

I’m not sure how anyone can be in the Swing / Hotwife / Cuckold space and not have kink and BDSM be at least on your radar. Shit, in the post 50 Shades world, the most vanilla of people probably have dabbled a bit. It’s pretty much everywere.

We’re not practitioners by any means and you’ll find a flogger or two in our toy stash, maybe some restraints and a blindfold as well. I suppose we’re kink adjacent; It’s around but we’re decidedly in the minor leagues.

Over the last few months, kink has bubbled up more and more in the daily bump and grind of life. Neither of us are interested in anything hardcore, but it’s become clear that we’d each like to explore it in a more serious way. Of course, we’ve spoken about it at length; it didn’t take much conversation for it to be clear that we each wanted to pursue it a bit.

At this point, while we’re each open to whatever may come down the pike, Kate is more interested in being a domme, and in a surprise to no one I’m sure, I’m more interested in being a sub. This is at most a 60–40 thing for each of us, neither of us are hard one way or the other.

It’s a safe bet that people don’t accidentally find themselves at a BDSM munch.

A munch isn’t anything nefarious (in case the Perkins connection didn’t give that away). It’s a group of like-minded people getting together over a meal for community building. For the most part is a very PG affair, tho it got more involved as the evening wore on.

As was the case with our recent hotel party / orgy / gang bang, we didn’t have much of a clue what to expect when we arrived. We’re pretty much comfortable in our own skin at this point and were not sweating it all that much. We walked in, gave the group name to the hostess (who was also a member of the group as it happened) and were pointed to the back room.

No one was dressed in leathers or wore a collar. If someone gave a couple of the folks a second glance, it would be clear that there was something other than a friendly meal happening. Nothing overt tho.

We had a great time and spent a couple hours with the dozen or so kinksters that were there. We made some connections and will continue to dabble a toe in here and there…..more to follow I suspect.

Our first real exposure to more organized kink came when we were in Mexico a couple years ago. This was the trip we talked about very early on in our blogging adventure

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There were 10 couples, at least two of which were more than kink adjacent. They brought some tools of the trade on the trip with them, and they (surprise) were more than eager to demonstrate a few things on / with Kate and another of the women, who were both willing volunteers. Can ya blame them? It was early February, the sun was out, there wasn’t a top to be seen, and its 85 degrees. Oh, and the Pacific was the backdrop.

The posts main pic was from the informal demonstration day. This is one of the pics that our daughter Megan saw on the iPad of Kate’s that was left at home. There are a bunch more that are ever so slightly 🙄 more risqué than this one. There was some flogging involved as well. Kate arching over the railing, the ocean 75 feet under her, thrusting her roped tits out and getting flogged by a rabbit fur flogger…it was quite the scene.

One of the highlights of the trip was the decidedly on the BDSM spectrum orgy 6 of us had in the playroom. The other two couples were the kinksters on the trip. Basically, it boiled down to me being the stunt cock for the woman who was to be bound and flogged, while Kate played with her husband. The other couple in the room was focused on bringing the BDSM experience to the woman I was playing with. It sounds more convoluted than it was. It was pretty hot, and there was no shortage of smiles when we left the playroom.

One of our readers who lives overseas and is coming into their summer season as the leaves are falling for us, has been in contact with via text. Among the many wonderful pic’s she’s shared has been one of her in leather headed out for a night at a kink club. That pic got Kate to thinking. She finds the costume and outfit of a dominant woman to be sexy and would like to get more of that sort of thing for herself. Of course, this led to her thinking about getting involved in the kink scene.

We’ll see how it all unfolds. Worst case, I’m sure it will end up being a growth process that results in Kate and I becoming closer.

We’re in Vermont as I type this. We’re doing a kind of pilgrimage to the gravesite of a certain Mr. Wilson, as well as enjoying the sights of Vermont in the fall. After a couple days here, we’re off to Boston, where there just may be a more power exchange focused cuckolding session than we’ve done to this point. Also, we’re taking part in a meet and greet Saturday night with an online group we’ve been hanging out with for a while.

If you’re struggling in the aftermath of Helene, or staring down the barrel of Milton, you’re in our thoughts; please be as safe as you can!!!

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

Sam & Kate

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