Soaked At The Pool

(*This is a repost from the summer of 2024…..Sifu, this is for you my friend. Kate and I have lots of family stuff going on the next couple weeks, so next week may be a repost as well. Time will tell. I have about a thousand words of a post written, but no title, so it waits. All’s well with us, our BIG news is that we got to meet Billie and all 8 of her siblings (and her mom) last weekend. Fast as time seems to be going any more, the next 4 weeks till we can bring her home will be long I’m sure.)

Beyond any shadow of a doubt, our favorite Casa Da Sam and Kate feature is the front porch. When we bought the place, it had old dingy wood framed retractable screens, as well as big French doors; it was decidedly not in great repair, and looked like shit to be honest. Cleaning it up /fixing it up was last years big project. It’s now open and airy, the screens and framing are gone, as are the doors. Add in a fresh coat of white paint and it’s a different ballgame. We have a good bit of sweat equity in the porch; totally transformed the look and feel of the house. It’s hosted all manner of family, and swingers have been here as well.

I’m sitting out here tonight with Clifford The Wonder Dog, and the Chow Hound Cat. It’s a beautiful mid June evening, first hint of the evening cool air coming off the mountain, the sun is low. Kate’s at work; we’ve been texting about what to write this week. The four legged friends and I are sharing a bowl of kettle corn, which I’m sure is our official snack food. Clifford is pretty good at catching thrown pieces; Chow Hound is in full vulture mode, not letting any misses gather dust.

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 and cuckold spectrums; 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.

The Korral is a swinger club located in the York PA area, it’s a bit of a drive for us, but in range. They have great clothing optional pool parties in the summer. The vibe is totally different than what’s typical at a swinger club; the music is low and classic rock, flip flops and sunglasses. They have burgers and hot dogs on the grill.

If you’ve never been to a nudist or nudist like environment, you’re missing out. Body shame doesn’t exist, there’s zero judgment, and collectively zero fucks given. Conversation is easy, and everyone is talking to everyone. You drift in and out of groups, it’s totally chill. Well, totally chill in a swinger club way. There’s varying degrees of public sex, and there are multiple play rooms open as well. Swingers + Sun + Water = there shall be bumping of uglies.

I don’t typically talk much in here about me and and my sexual escapades, that’s intentional. I’m going to in this post, because there’s really no other way to tell the story. Also, we’ve long since made the decision to not get into the erotica arena, and that’s not going to change now. We’ll keep everything in a general way….well, -ish.

I bring a couple of assets to a swinging encounter, one of which can also be a curse.

I have stamina. There are times when Kate will tell me it’s about me and to enjoy her body….those typically aren’t long lasting encounters. When I’m with other women, the stamina is there by default. It would be rude to have a hair trigger. I do my best to manage this. It’s my experience that women can get in their heads if a guy lasts too long; the dreaded what’s wrong with me thing. Balance.

Next is that my ego is in check and I ALWAYS show up to a potential swinging encounter with a chemical boost. Stamina with a limp willie doesn’t matter much. We’ve talked in the past about Kate’s frustration with guys (typically the husband in a couple, rarely an issue with single guys) who struggle or are unable to rise to the occasion. Anything’s possible, but I do my part to maximize the likelihood that I can get it up. No booze (duh), well hydrated, haven’t crushed the buffet, and have a blue pill or two in my system.

Finally, my junk has a curve that seems to be very effective in stimulating some women’s g spots. Certainly not all women, we’re all different after all, but it seems a common enough occurrence, particularly in the good ‘ol missionary position.

I’m not an Adonis. I do OK for my age, keeping up with Kate and Clifford the Wonder Dog keeps me on my toes. I have all my teeth, and they’re brushed twice daily; I bathe on the reg as well. My tattoo’s are spelled correctly. I can communicate in complete sentences, and it’s been many many moons since I’ve had a drunken slur. My sexual background is decently well rounded; my “body count” is in the 30’s. I can carry on a conversation about most things, and am very well traveled.

All this said over the last few paragraphs, and nothing prepared me for the experience of having sex with a woman who’s hyper orgasmic and a squirter.

Lynda was her name. We met her and her partner, Don, at a Korral pool party one Saturday a couple years ago. We were all of about the same age, and had similar life experiences. Safe to say that I was the least outwardly slutty of the group. Everyone got along famously, we had the fast connection that’s fairly typical in the swinger world. Don and I are both retired military (not sure if I’ve mentioned that part before) and were in the same branch of service, so we had that in our corner as well.

Don and Lynda are players, and like us, not in any great hurry for anything. Our paths crossed later in the day, and play wasn’t much of an option. It turned out that our schedules aligned again a couple weeks down the road, so we made plans to meet that weekend at the pool.
That’s good energy, the waiting a couple weeks and letting things simmer along a little bit.

When the day arrived, and we greeted each other at the pool, it was clear we were all looking forward to time in a play room.

Lynda was a little bit taller than Kate, and had a slightly more filled out body. That’s far from a slight, she was in fantastic shape, looked (and felt) amazing. Her and Kate looked amazingly complimentary and different standing next to each other, each as sexy as the other. The conversation was airy and effortless, and we were all naked as jaybirds.

Before we went inside to claim a play room, Lynda (and Don) made it crystal clear that she was a squirter and that things had the potential to get VERY wet in the room. It was such an honest, open and vulnerable conversation, no shame at all, no discomfort. They were letting us know and giving us the option to pass if Kate or myself were uncomfortable. They were as graceful as they could be, and in a surprise to no one, Kate and I were 100% on board.

Once in a play room, Don and Kate lost no time, their energy was very much in sync. Don was a great lover for Kate, he was a larger guy, thick where it counts in just the way Kate loves. I have various images in my mind of them as they moved thru the exploration of each other’s bodies, snapshots really, I was on the busy side myself.

I wouldn’t at all say Lynda was a taker or a pillow princess, but she was absolutely content to let me do the driving. I’m decidedly not a sexually aggressive guy, but can turn on alpha mode when the situation calls for it and everyone is on board. This was 100% one of those times.

We kissed and started to explore our bodies. As my hands made it between her firm thighs, she had the first of a bazillion orgasms. I don’t recall that one being over the top, more foreshadowing than anything.

Over the course of the next 45 minutes or so her orgasms kept coming and coming. She reached a point, before we actually started PIV fucking, that was next level on the sexual spectrum that I had been exposed to. Initially it was almost off putting, I was worried that I was hurting her I guess; nothing could have been further from the truth. When we started fucking, just forget about it, it was ridiculous. I’d get the beginnings of a rhythm going, and after maybe 10 strokes, BOOM another orgasm, each wetter than the one prior. After a short period I had the clarity to realize that this may be the sole time I have an experience like this, so, I enjoyed the hell out of it and teased her. I wouldn’t go all the way in, I wouldn’t let the curve go to work. She got VERY insistent after only the briefest time doing this. I couldn’t even guess how many orgasms she had, for a while it seemed like a constant one for minutes on end.

While Lynda and I were going it, poor Kate and Don kept getting pushed further and further from the center of the bed. In fairness, they were as lost in their own groove as we were. By the time we were all spent, Kate and Don were taking up 1/16th of the bed; the rest of it was literally ring it out soaked. I was amazed, as was Kate.

Don and Lynda both had a smile that conveyed that they knew that what we just participated in was not an every day thing for most people. It was for them, and they delighted in sharing it with us.

As we walked out of the room, (and headed for the showers) I had a clear John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever strut going on in my head; the Bee Gee’s were clear as a bell.

As of this writing (and posting) Kate and I have a loose plan to get to the Korral next weekend for a pool party….this was only one of a few adventures we’ve had there, who knows what’s next!! Worst case, I get to spend a day at a pool with my best friend and the love of my life….cant loose!!!

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

Sam & Kate