nobs99
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I have little experience in the lifestyle from my younger days, and I am 50 now. It all started in a funny and embarrassing way. In my early 20s, while clubbing, I had a man approach me and say, "Hi, my wife asked me to ask you if you'd be open to coming with us to our home for a few drinks." I was such an idiot square and unsophisticated as ever; I had not been introduced to this kind of lifestyle, so in my mind, I could see the news article on the papers or online saying, "Man in his 20s lured to a couple's home and then murdered in satanic ritual over the weekend" or something along those lines. What a moron! As I look back, it's hilarious.
What they were looking for was simpler than that. Because I was a serial clubber, I would be in downtown Miami and South Beach, Miami, from Wednesday all the way to Sunday, when a DJ would play in a fancy spot that had half of the dance floor on the beach with huts, mattresses, and all.
Disclaimer: I had already divorced my first wife at that point. I was devastated and desperately picking up females to soothe my pain. You guys know the drill. But I had no clue I could have sex with attached females WITH their husbands approval! That cannot be possible! Then, as I shared the story with some local friends and acquaintances, they looked at me and said, Poor guy, is he that naïve? Or is he shitting us? Nope, he is that dumb.
I gave them a dazed look, and they said, Let us educate you a little bit on how things unfold in the city versus in the sticks, ok? They gave me a clinic, and to sum up, I felt I was ready to go out there with different lenses on it all.
Then, what do you know? Another two different husbands, true to form, approached me, and this time, despite still being an imbecile and as green as can be on the subject, all the women whose husbands approached me got their share of entertainment. Experiencing the scenarios did not go as smoothly as anticipated, though. Yes, I went to these strangers' homes despite the reservations in my head. Liquid courage does give you courage, after all. But I was in for some not-so-pleasant surprises.
The opportunities were 3 in total. 2 materialized, but not as smoothly as anticipated. (More on this later.)
On the third one, the husband backed out at the last minute, saying he was wrong in thinking the transition from fantasy to reality would be easy. I was on top of the wife, and, I kid you not, I was seconds from burying my manhood into her and meeting her cervix for the first time. This guy jumps and starts crying. Oh jeez, I have to leave now. I have a hard time watching women cry, and this man starts balling like a baby.
First hurdle was being intimate with a female while having another sack in the room as one guy had proposed [after I was already there and drunk] around 3 AM and he was thinking ahead knowing that if they buttered me up and we had drinks until around 3 AM or so, I wouldnt be stupid to drive almost 2 hours north from south miami to my place and be exposed to law enforcement out there looking for party goers returning from the south and who were guaranteed to be ******** drunk, sometimes alone and sometimes with a nice catholic girl who somehow made a decision to get in my car and tag along with me not knowing or knowing that she would end up doing some not so godly things for a few hours and wake up with some soreness from an actively dancing all night, playing cards and who knows maybe from being folded like a pretzel and pretending she was in love.
Back on point, I couldn't escape the stranger's house, and things moved rather quickly after 3 AM. But the idea was not to just have me go to a room with the wife, unfortunately. Things got awkward real quick, and my mind could not process the husband's requests, which got darker by the minute.
and then that progressed to more disturbing. I made the mistake of asking the husband why he wanted to be in the room. Reason 1 was that he wanted to see her get pleasure. eh oook. I kind of get it, but then why do you like to sit behind me while I drop some love on your wife, sir? [Im paranoid about anyone behind me] and a man whose wife is in the process of rearranging her internal organs? Oh, that's a tough one for me, sir. After some conversation, he agreed to sit outside the door and hear the commotion again from outside the bedroom.
I said next time maybe you hide in the closet? I never returned to their place. Then the following week, another husband approached me. How lucky am I? ha! we'll see. Another husband recruited me the following week. at another club. My friends were asking, How do you do this? What do you tell them?
I would laugh because I hadn't said anything to them and didn't know what to say. The husband said everything to me!
At that point, I was getting greedy and cocky.
The second husband tells me he liked sitting behind me to see my testicles going back and forth. Now that is fucked up and weird. It turned me off quick
What do you mean my balls going back and forth man? shit me no I am not enjoying this man. He goes to the closet and beats off for a while then comes out and I bark hey listen before you get creative just know that there will be not sword crossing here smartie pants. I dont care what you have fantasized how about that? Your fantasies end when my limits start cupcake. How about this.Just relax over there or maybe take a cold shower? your wife is busy here believe. he goes: I know! by then I turned into a prick and I think it was because I was lashing out as these husbands would bring weirder and weirder things he wanted me to do and he wanted to join and DP and get out of here man. I became too stressful for me and I left the who lifestyle alone.
Anyone's wife or wives can get along with me very well and if any ever had complaints they never filed it with the BBB.
Some background:
From the age of 12, when I discovered masturbation, something would come out of the little tinkle la-di-dah whoop-di-doo, My desire was to get a chance to use every one's girlfriend, wife, or single married widow, but I took no action because I just didn't know how. My experience In other words, I would have a wondering eye gravitating toward everyone's girl, girlfriend, or wife, and my fantasy was to have their woman for myself just for a couple minutes alone. Of course, during the couple of minutes, I wouldn't know what the fuck to do anyway, and then I would get some ice cream.
But it was a delusion as far as I was concerned. I didn't think in a million years the husband would ask me to bang them! Boy, was I wrong?
The intro:
But surprise, surprise, one day the parents took off and left me with a nanny or babysitter, whatever you call it. I was 14, and the neighbor lady "abused" me. wink wink. It was a 3-day weekend that was hard to forget and ultimately destroyed my academic career.
From then on, my grades went from straight A's and nose-dived to FAIL across the board except for physics, chemistry, and history. why? I dont know, maybe because after losing my innocence, all I could think was the scent of a small patch of hair somewhere and looked at every female in a whole different light? Combine that with my compulsive, obsessive impulsive traits, brain trauma sustained as an infant, plus nine different psychotropic medications, and, hmm, things went haywire. My recommendation to my parents in retrospect would have been, especially for someone having psychiatric challenges. Put him in a cage or send him to a jungle somewhere until he is at least 18.
Because if a kid that age gets exposed to females, oh Lord, his life is over. but parents had bigger fish to fry. Poor guys, bless their hearts.
So from an early age, I was never a normal person. I had been a highly functioning [medicated] person. So thanks to medicine and therapy, but people like that are always on the edge of lunacy too. stop with meds for a week, and you never know, they could walk into an establishment, take their pants off, and ******** in a pot holding one of those plastic plants adorning a given lobby while ladies are waiting to be called in. funny, maybe, but also disturbing.
Stay tuned for the next part.
some more context:
At 50, I'm on my 3rd wife and interviewing for wife #4 [joking], but regardless, you're in for a surprise on a major twist that took place recently.
What they were looking for was simpler than that. Because I was a serial clubber, I would be in downtown Miami and South Beach, Miami, from Wednesday all the way to Sunday, when a DJ would play in a fancy spot that had half of the dance floor on the beach with huts, mattresses, and all.
Disclaimer: I had already divorced my first wife at that point. I was devastated and desperately picking up females to soothe my pain. You guys know the drill. But I had no clue I could have sex with attached females WITH their husbands approval! That cannot be possible! Then, as I shared the story with some local friends and acquaintances, they looked at me and said, Poor guy, is he that naïve? Or is he shitting us? Nope, he is that dumb.
I gave them a dazed look, and they said, Let us educate you a little bit on how things unfold in the city versus in the sticks, ok? They gave me a clinic, and to sum up, I felt I was ready to go out there with different lenses on it all.
Then, what do you know? Another two different husbands, true to form, approached me, and this time, despite still being an imbecile and as green as can be on the subject, all the women whose husbands approached me got their share of entertainment. Experiencing the scenarios did not go as smoothly as anticipated, though. Yes, I went to these strangers' homes despite the reservations in my head. Liquid courage does give you courage, after all. But I was in for some not-so-pleasant surprises.
The opportunities were 3 in total. 2 materialized, but not as smoothly as anticipated. (More on this later.)
On the third one, the husband backed out at the last minute, saying he was wrong in thinking the transition from fantasy to reality would be easy. I was on top of the wife, and, I kid you not, I was seconds from burying my manhood into her and meeting her cervix for the first time. This guy jumps and starts crying. Oh jeez, I have to leave now. I have a hard time watching women cry, and this man starts balling like a baby.
First hurdle was being intimate with a female while having another sack in the room as one guy had proposed [after I was already there and drunk] around 3 AM and he was thinking ahead knowing that if they buttered me up and we had drinks until around 3 AM or so, I wouldnt be stupid to drive almost 2 hours north from south miami to my place and be exposed to law enforcement out there looking for party goers returning from the south and who were guaranteed to be ******** drunk, sometimes alone and sometimes with a nice catholic girl who somehow made a decision to get in my car and tag along with me not knowing or knowing that she would end up doing some not so godly things for a few hours and wake up with some soreness from an actively dancing all night, playing cards and who knows maybe from being folded like a pretzel and pretending she was in love.
Back on point, I couldn't escape the stranger's house, and things moved rather quickly after 3 AM. But the idea was not to just have me go to a room with the wife, unfortunately. Things got awkward real quick, and my mind could not process the husband's requests, which got darker by the minute.
and then that progressed to more disturbing. I made the mistake of asking the husband why he wanted to be in the room. Reason 1 was that he wanted to see her get pleasure. eh oook. I kind of get it, but then why do you like to sit behind me while I drop some love on your wife, sir? [Im paranoid about anyone behind me] and a man whose wife is in the process of rearranging her internal organs? Oh, that's a tough one for me, sir. After some conversation, he agreed to sit outside the door and hear the commotion again from outside the bedroom.
I said next time maybe you hide in the closet? I never returned to their place. Then the following week, another husband approached me. How lucky am I? ha! we'll see. Another husband recruited me the following week. at another club. My friends were asking, How do you do this? What do you tell them?
I would laugh because I hadn't said anything to them and didn't know what to say. The husband said everything to me!
At that point, I was getting greedy and cocky.
The second husband tells me he liked sitting behind me to see my testicles going back and forth. Now that is fucked up and weird. It turned me off quick
What do you mean my balls going back and forth man? shit me no I am not enjoying this man. He goes to the closet and beats off for a while then comes out and I bark hey listen before you get creative just know that there will be not sword crossing here smartie pants. I dont care what you have fantasized how about that? Your fantasies end when my limits start cupcake. How about this.Just relax over there or maybe take a cold shower? your wife is busy here believe. he goes: I know! by then I turned into a prick and I think it was because I was lashing out as these husbands would bring weirder and weirder things he wanted me to do and he wanted to join and DP and get out of here man. I became too stressful for me and I left the who lifestyle alone.
Anyone's wife or wives can get along with me very well and if any ever had complaints they never filed it with the BBB.
Some background:
From the age of 12, when I discovered masturbation, something would come out of the little tinkle la-di-dah whoop-di-doo, My desire was to get a chance to use every one's girlfriend, wife, or single married widow, but I took no action because I just didn't know how. My experience In other words, I would have a wondering eye gravitating toward everyone's girl, girlfriend, or wife, and my fantasy was to have their woman for myself just for a couple minutes alone. Of course, during the couple of minutes, I wouldn't know what the fuck to do anyway, and then I would get some ice cream.
But it was a delusion as far as I was concerned. I didn't think in a million years the husband would ask me to bang them! Boy, was I wrong?
The intro:
But surprise, surprise, one day the parents took off and left me with a nanny or babysitter, whatever you call it. I was 14, and the neighbor lady "abused" me. wink wink. It was a 3-day weekend that was hard to forget and ultimately destroyed my academic career.
From then on, my grades went from straight A's and nose-dived to FAIL across the board except for physics, chemistry, and history. why? I dont know, maybe because after losing my innocence, all I could think was the scent of a small patch of hair somewhere and looked at every female in a whole different light? Combine that with my compulsive, obsessive impulsive traits, brain trauma sustained as an infant, plus nine different psychotropic medications, and, hmm, things went haywire. My recommendation to my parents in retrospect would have been, especially for someone having psychiatric challenges. Put him in a cage or send him to a jungle somewhere until he is at least 18.
Because if a kid that age gets exposed to females, oh Lord, his life is over. but parents had bigger fish to fry. Poor guys, bless their hearts.
So from an early age, I was never a normal person. I had been a highly functioning [medicated] person. So thanks to medicine and therapy, but people like that are always on the edge of lunacy too. stop with meds for a week, and you never know, they could walk into an establishment, take their pants off, and ******** in a pot holding one of those plastic plants adorning a given lobby while ladies are waiting to be called in. funny, maybe, but also disturbing.
Stay tuned for the next part.
some more context:
At 50, I'm on my 3rd wife and interviewing for wife #4 [joking], but regardless, you're in for a surprise on a major twist that took place recently.
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