Anthony and Cleopatra

I love Halloween and this year's Halloween party was one of the better ones I have been to in some time. The Spice went as Cleopatra and I went as Marc Anthony.

It was another hotel takeover party like the one I told you about in February.

This was quite a social affair. The expansive room next to ours at the hotel was "party central" and there were some truly fantastic costumes including a delicious looking Princess Leia. My sexy blond club friend Devon was stunning as a naughty french maid and  her buff rubber outfit reflected the light and clung to her lovely form. Beside Devon was a lollipop sucking catholic school girl in a tartan dress with pigtails. But my absolute favourite part of the evening was meeting this super-hot, super-cute hot red-headed beauty that came dressed as a husky on a dog collar and leash (I wish I had a picture).

The Spice and I traveled by stretch limousine to the party from the hotel.The Spice was having a wonderful evening as, while chatting at the bar, she felt the ass of a a bare chested Indian Chief. Later a buff construction worker had kept her chatting and dancing too and then they disappeared a couple times... hither and yon.

I had my share of dancing and fun too, as several couples merged into one on the dance floor. Before I new it my mouth was on the lips the lollipop tartan clad lass and she had her had on my cock. The "husky lady" I had already met back at the hotel room was there when the spice was dancing with the construction worker. We found ourselves with a moment alone at the bar. As you already know my absolute weakness for redheads, this exceptional specimen (of extremely high caliber) had me enamoured from the first glance.

I stroked her long straight red hair, smiled and looked into her eyes and was drawn in like a magnet. She had a sweet juicy mouth. My fingers reached under and found her sweet wet parts. I slowly ringed her pussy lips with my fingers and kissed her deeply. She pushed her mouth hard on mine and her hand moved on to my stiffening cock. The entire bar faded away and it was just the two of us as she pushed her pussy down on my hand so my fingers could go in more deeply. But... snap... reality had to come crashing back in and though neither of our spouses seemed to mind (as they had other people on their mind) they were nevertheless watching and didn't seem that interested in making our pairing work. The rest of the evening included a lot more fun, but I was left the sensation of that beauty indelibly painted on my mind's eye.

Cleopatra was quite fantastic in her own way. The Indian Chief called our hotel room later but the Spice was getting too tired to play. The best part about her costume was a golden thong underneath her dress. Which she showed proudly to the other party goers and I did gleefully get to remove.

Summer's End

Time for one last dip at the swimming hole

Let's Play Master and Servant (Part 2)

Several days after the club an email from Natasha arrived at work

subject: you are summoned 

Sex Musing. I command you to report to 36^th floor of the trump tower suite 3608 at 5 pm Saturday to join Robert and your mistress in an evening of pleasure.  Bring a bottle of Tatinger champagne and please do not wear underwear with your black leather pants.

Natasha

The concierge buzzed me in. I tried to saunter casually past a two level fountain and nonchalantly enter the elevator.  As I emerged into the 36th floor dark wooden corridor in my leather pants and tight tee shirt I felt out of place. I knocked on the door. The heavy block of wood swung open to an amber lit corridor leading to a minimally furnished room. Natasha giggled and jumped out at me. She was completely naked. Wearing an amulet on her arm a gold tiara on her head, she beckoned me to follow to the living room. She turned tail and without hesitation I followed her gorgeous ass and golden high heeled shoes as she pranced towards the living room . “Robert is on his way,” she said.” I want to have you to myself for a little first.” She asked me to sit on the couch and then paced backward and forward as though she were rehearsing a line. “Tonight, Robert wants to command us to do things for his pleasure,” she said. “We must do as he asks, and trust me we will have a very good time. Pour me  me a glass of champagne,” she ordered. The corked popped and flew into the high hanging chandelier. I handed her a glass. I sat down then she sat in my lap. “I can’t get the taste of your cock out of my mind,”she said. Then she knelt down in front of me undid my button fly and unfurled my cock . “I can’t wait to get it in my mouth again. I’m sure Bob won’t mind.” She took off the tiara.

Rain beat against the windows and dark night stretched out over the golden city lights below. Her head bobbed up and down for a few minutes. Then she stopped.

Robert entered with his own key. Natasha I later learned was not Robert's wife. Though he had began an affair with Natasha some 20 years ago he never wanted to be with her. Even though Natasha was stunningly beautiful when Robert’s wife had died 10 years later he had continued to keep her as his arm’s length girlfriend.

“Ah Sex Musing good that you could come for more training,”said Robert. “Natasha said she enjoyed meeting you and that you had some promising talent at being a submissive.” Robert was wearing a tight fitting black suit and blackshirt.” “Yes Master,” I answered. He smiled and sat on the couch. The couch was across from a day bed with a full length long Parisian styled green streaked mirror behind it.

“Please sit on the bed and put your hands behind your back,” Robert said. Natasha walked up and tied my hands behind my back with thick black rope.“Please kneel on the mat on the floor,”he added. "Yes master," I said. “I want you to lick Natasha's asshole until its good and wet.” I looked at him. “Yes master,” I said. "Don"t look at me unless I ask you too." I looked down.

Natasha pushed her ass back into my face. My tongue slipped between her smooth cheeks and found her puckered hole. Pushing my tongue in deeper she pushed back harder. My prick began to stiffen tight against  in my leather pants. “Come here Natasha,” he said. ”Lay across my knees.” She lay face down out with her ass in his lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden metal butt plug with a large diamond jewelled end. He slowly began to push it in and pull it out of her ass. Soon it was in all the way.

“Natasha please blind fold our guest,”Robert whispered. "Yes master," she said. She pulled out a black mask from a drawer she came towards me and put her firm tits in my face. She then backed up and tied the blindfold across my face. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you,” she whispered as she pulled it tight.

“Stand up,” ordered Robert. I had a moment of paranoia about being murdered in some part of thier twisted fantasy and then thought better of it.

When I stood Natasha unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off. I was now naked and blind folded and hard. “Please kneel again Sex Musing,” Robert said. “Please put the nipple clamps on him,” he said. The cool metal clamps burned intensely on each nipple as I felt the connecting chain fall against my chest. She then ran a feather up and down my chest.

“Place a blind fold on yourself and kneel beside him. Now untie his wrists. Turn and face each other,” he ordered. “Sex musing take the nipple clamps off you and put them on Natasha.” It was challenging finding my way from my nipples to her nipples in the dark.

“Put your hands out sex musing.” He dropped a long large rubber dong into my hands. I felt the shape of it – later I learned it was a fusha double headed dildo. “Natasha take off your blind fold and ready Sex Musing. Get on your hands and knees Sex Musing.”

Natasha put her pointy little tongue in my ass and started to slowly rim my ass with her tongue while jerking my cock with her hands. Then the sensation of cool lube and her hot penetrating finger overtook me. I was not used to ass play. The Spice was not that interested and though I had experienced this with the errant wife I was still a little unsure about where all this was going.  I didn’t say stop. I lost track of time and then she had the head of the dildo in my ass. “How do you like that slave,“ she said. I groaned as she pushed it deeper.

The didlo was sliding in and out with ease and I felt really horny. Unlike anything I’d done at home. Natasha pulled the diamond butt plug out of her ass, turned around and got on her hands and knees facing the opposite direction. She slid the other end of the double headed dildo into her ass. I got the impression that a lady of many talents she could have just has easily done it with the blindfold on. Robert was now masturbating on the couch.

“Take off your blindfold Sex Musing,” Robert said breathing heavier. As I did this I felt Natasha’s cool cheeks bumping up against mine.  In the mirror I could see the whole scene. Her round cheeks and shapely hips pushing back and bumping up against my muscular ass. As her pace picked up the pink dildo would reappear and disappear into both our asses.

”What do you want to do now,” Robert asked. “I want to fuck her hot ass,” I said. “Then do it,” he said. I slipped the dildo out of my ass and then hers. Her ass was wet and her cunt lips were glistening. I pushed my mushrooming prick head against her now loosened and slippery hole. The ring of her asshole was tight and I slid my cock in.

Balls deep I came hard into her and I could see her triumphant and proud smile in the mirror.

New Master and New Servant (Part 1)

I stood at the bar and nodded in a friendly way toward the May-October couple just a few seats down. He whispered to her and got up and left. She picked a strawberry out of an oversized martini glass rolled it between her thumb and her index finger while sizing me up. Her cleavage sat plump above her tiny waist emphasized by the black corset that was drawn tight with laces. Her long black gloves matched her shiny short black skirt and boots.

I came to what I call the “whip me beat me” club out of interest in meeting some truly different and new people. I was uninitiated in the ways of submissive and dominant play and had thought I’d try this fetish night to get my… ahem...feet wet.  I didn’t know quite know which role I wanted to play or how to play either very well at all. From the limited amount I read it seemed to me like being a dominant was the equivalent of being the dance lead.  More than that, it seemed like being a good dominant meant that you needed a major play book of experiences. So in the back of my mind I thought it might be easier to learn the submissive ropes first.

As I approached this beauty, I noticed there was an uncertainty in her face. “That’s a nice riding crop,” I said while nervously trying to think of something casual while glancing at the black woven leather cane that lay across the bar. She rolled her eyes.  I felt transparent. As though she knew I was the fraud I knew I was. She extended her handed for me to kiss it. “Natasha,” she said.

I smiled and sat on the bar stool beside her. “Sex Musing, enchante,”I said. In my black leather pants and white shirt I cut the figure more of a ‘wanna be’ imitation of Jim Morrison than a convincing slave to a dominatrix. And a dominatrix she was. White blonde hair, red lips, ghost white skin and a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. “Oh have you been to paris monsieur?” she asked. As an offering to this devil goddess I got off the bar stool and kissed the tip of her black shiny boot. “Mais Qui,” I said. At first she looked unimpressed and the lack of further expression. Then she became distracted by a spectacle across the room.

The black light lit downtown basement bar had no windows and black curtains that were under lit with red neon light.  Across a crowded lounge a large wooden cross of thick beams stood. A tall buxom dark haired goth girl with a pony tail was tied to the cross with thick jute rope. Her tall skinny shaved bald partner paced back and forth, twirling a short wooden paddle in his hand. He wore leather chaps, no shirt and a dog collar. The slapping sound echoed above the conversation in the room. The din quietened in the room. As the performer realized he had focused the guests attention, he began to deftly paddle the outside edges of this shapely goth goddesses' cheeks. He delivered the paddle slaps in increasing loud intense slaps and then she cried out.  He stopped to observe the fresh pink glow emerging on her once white ass.

Natasha the dominatrix returned her attention to me. “Lick it”, she commanded. “Lick the tip of my boot.” “Yes,” I said. “Yes what? she snapped fiercely. “Yes mistresses?” I said trying my best to not make my response sound like a question and suitably fearful for a slave. She looked pleased and took a sip of champagne from her flute glass. You might make a good servant,” she said, “I have a reward for you.” She took another strawberry, uncrossed her legs and slipped under her dress. She was a real blond and her tightly clipped pubic hair attested to that affect. She pushed her hips forward lifted her ass and spread legs while pushing her cunt over the edge of the bar seat and into the light.  My mouth instinctively found and tasted her salty lips and I extracted the fruit with my tongue.

“My master has bid me wait for him,” she said. “He has asked that we become acquainted better.” It was becoming clear to me that the role of dominant was new to her and while I was learning to be a sub, I surmised her master had a plan to give her a taste of dominant role. Counting my good fortune, I smiled.

Her master was not what I expected. Robert, I later learned was a tenured university professor,That night he wore a tweed jacket and an argyle sweater. He had a square jaw and full head of silver gray hair. He studied me through his spectacles. Natasha introduced me. “Sex Musing would like be trained to be submissive, Robert. May I train him master”? He paused and considered. “Let’s see if he might be worthy before we invest in him,” he said.” Let’s go to a scene room.”

The lights in the back space were focused on leather bench horse in the middle of the room. Natasha showed me how she wanted me to sit by leaning over on the horse and showing me her perfectly bleached bare asshole. I was instantly hard. “Take off your pants,” she said. “Yes mistress,” I said. She took one of the six whips down from the wall. She placed her foot up on one arm of the horse. With a sudden unexpected intensity she shouted “get on you knees and get over here.” I dropped crawled over to her, she whipped my back “faster,” she said. “Lick my cunt” I obliged hungrily. She was already wet and I wanted her juices in my mouth. “Is he doing it how you like it?” Robert asked. “No. He isn’t putting his tongue in deep enough,” she quipped after taking a sip of her champagne.  I redoubled my efforts to tongue her harder. My tongue was aching and I looked up to see if she was liking it.

She grabbed my face quickly with one hand. “You aren’t doing it right.” Then she slapped my face with her other hand. It stung and then felt warm. My prick was almost vertically erect.

“Up on the horse,” she ordered. Grabbing her riding crop she hit me hard on the ass. “Yes mistress,” I said. As I mounted the leather horse she took my balls in one hand and stroked my cock with the other.

At first the sensation was a soft swishing as the cat of nine tails caressed my ass. She established a light rhythm and like the ticking of a clock as she began to gently whip each cheek. Straps of the leather then began catch my  balls as she increased the strength of the blow. I enjoyed the sensation but began to lose my erection.  Robert noticed. “I would like to see Natasha to show you some mild bondage.

“Sit on the edge of the horse,” she commanded. Taking out a long piece of brown leather she looped and tightened it around the base of my balls. The purple head of my cock swelled and pulsed with excitement. She then made another loop in a figure eight around the base of my cock and tied the remaining strands again under my balls.” I find Robert likes this,” she grinned and looked up at me. “As you’ve been such a good boy, I am going to reward you.” She stood up turned around and straddled my legs. She slid her glistening pussy down over my cock. Robert still fully dressed came over and played with her bouncing tits. The tight bands of leather constricted around by balls as she jumped up and down and my cock felt like it was going to explode.

Stately Pleasure Dome

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree

The Spice in our sauna last month

You can leave your hat on

The Spice on Harrison Ford's doorstep, St. Barts, French West Indies

Suspicious minds are talking. That's right, they'll tear us apart.

They don't believe in this love of ours.

They don't know what love is.

They don't know what love is.

I know what love is.

You can leave your hat on.

~ lyrics written by Randy Newman

Hawt Bibabes r'us

When I first saw this flow chart (better viewed here) I had to laugh because it’s a stereotyped representation of how some might see my current situation. My sincere thanks the flowchart's creator Franklin Veaux for his permission to use it to illustrate my quandry.

Readers, I have been remiss and need return to the root thread storyline of this web log. Previously on Sex Musing Husband I had described how the Spice of my life revealed to me she had a crush on Tammy, a young attractive bi-sexual fashion designer.

Well following my dark night of the soul, the Spice, who I then believed was feeling a little vulnerable after expressing her crush on Tammy, began posting old pictures of me and her as the happy couple as her main Facebook picture. I thought that this was a little odd as at the same time she began saying that I should once again consider going out to singles night at our local sex club. I furthermore, found it peculiar that she neither wanted to talk, nor share fantasies about her feelings and new found desire for Tammy.

As the two of us hadn’t really been out on a “sexy” date for a while, I suggested we venture out to our local swing club together. Later that cold January night, the Spice made a physical acquaintance with ladies from of two different couples in the gas fireplace lit backroom. It seemed she did indeed have a taste for something wet.

The first couple she approached was in the sheer veiled tent of the group bed area. They were both quite fit. Perhaps a bodybuilding couple in their late 30s. He was a shaved bald Vin Diesel type with the requisite arm tat, ripped abs and very little body fat that I could see. She was a tall willowy dirty bleach blond volleyball player. The Spice began to massage her firm tits while Vin lifted her legs and began fucking his date in a missionary position. Vin smiled at the Spice’s advance but his partner pretended not to notice though she did not object. This went on for a few minutes with me scratching my head. Well the male continued performing as rigidly as if he were on construction site. The spice grew bored and turned her attention to the couple on our immediate right. There she found reclined on her back a shapely Russian brunette with long curly locks of glossy hair and dark brown eyes lent up against a pillow. Beside her nervously trying to get himself hard was a tan skin Egyptian looking (also) shaved bald but slightly less muscular partner.

The Spice got on all fours and asked me to play with her from behind. Staring directly at the couple she began stroking the lady’s hand. The Russian beauty quickly turned her gaze on the Spice and shot an affectionate welcoming look back. Both partners made room for a third at the feast. And feast the Spice did. Diving right in with fingers and tongue she was eager to play. I became a caliban like mythical figure in the shadows, a crouching licker, moving the tip of my tongue around the edge of her pussy lips. Like a blossom in a sun-shower, the Spice's pussy immediately became wide, warm and wet. My prick dutifully stood to complete attention in admiration. There was nothing for it but to slide myself into the glistening lips below her now happily wagging derrière. The Spice's fingers worked the Russian’s pussy open and her partner put his swollen prick head into his partner’s mouth. As the Spice's fingers flew below an nicely trim delta of dark hair she began to simultaneously lap and make the most delightful yummy sounds. My strokes quickened. I leant over and around to get a better look at this deliciously unfolding scene of debauchery and the Spice turned her head back and kissed me. Her pussy juice covered lips slid across mine. The salty sex taste of her mouth was like being hit with the most intoxicating feeling imaginable and my cock exploded in a river of white hot convulsions.    

Blah blah blah sex. Suffice to say that Spice and I are now looking for a regular girlfriend. Apart from the fact that I am thrilled about this prospect, I am also struck by the fact that to some I may have become a living stereotype.

I became painfully self aware of this in my review of writings about polyamoury and women (is there a better pastime?) That's where I discovered Franklin’s very fun sexy positive web site that has described how most experienced people feel about a couple who express this desire.

“Anyone who's been around in the poly community has met, on at least 724 occasions, a married couple looking for a hot bisexual woman to come be their ‘third,’" says Franklin. Even a fellow sex positive confident said of my recent reveal, “you seriously expect me to believe you are doing this for your partner. This is a teenagers wet dream.”

Years ago when I first went to swing clubs, I learned that many couples, especially new couples to the swinging scene, were looking for the proverbial "Unicorn." or a hawt bibabe seeking a couple. The insulting term has come to mean that such as creature is at once not real but a person that all couples want to meet. At the time I thought this a newbie desire, a laughable expression of male fear against seeking a three-way with a guy (by focussing to the exclusion on the opposite) or that it was possessiveness over his partner that he couldn’t handle the thought of his partner with another male or worse some form of homophobia.

Most commonly swingers in the lifestyle, encourage women to be open with women as a non-threatening icebreaker to facilitate the connection between couples. Some bars will even go so far as to hire women to do this to establish this vibe at the club to get the party started (though I have to say the idea of anybody being paid for sex is a total turn off for me).  Being an astute student of feminism critique, the Spice in earlier swinging escapades had been very leary of the couple-on-female meme. She analyzed the express desire or encouragement of women on women encouragement as some form of latent patriarchal trick designed to perpetuate injustice on women kind. It made for great bar discussion. But after meeting Tammy she doesn’t feel this way anymore.

On our recent trip to St Barths I read an interesting finding in the book Sex at Dawn by Christopher Ryan. Sex researchers determined through plethysmograph studies (a device that measures blood flow to the genitals) that woman who describe themselves as heterosexual are stimulated by a much wider diversity of sexual stimli than self described gay or straight men or lesbian woman. This book changed my opinion about some of my previous beliefs. 

As per my story the Pilot I have not pursued this way of being with the Spice. While the idea was admittedly hot, I was just as turned on by the idea of the sperm competition between two guys and a godess or a good ole couple to couple group grope. Though as previously discussed, the taking one for the team factor does usually comes into play with one partner being less happy in the pairing. 

Franklin’s point is that single sexual partners to couples are in fact human beings. As such they deserve to have their feelings heard and respected. The graphic presented by Franklin Veaux paints a picture of how ridiculous couples can be in their insensitive approach to seeking what they see as “the Unicorn”. I mean the two girls on a guy concept is so bourgeois and mainstream that even Jeremy Irons in the Borgias had a threeway last week.  I became worried that my polyamourous path had led me into becoming a hideous parody of myself? The boorish Unicorn Hunter? So I turned to what has become my touchstone in recent times Dossie Eason’s the EthicalSlut. Eason says it is not a crime to have a good idea of what you are looking for in a sex partner. In the author points out no one will report you to the Equal Opportunity Commission for Sex Partners if you become a “box checker” in seeking exacting specifications in a play partner. But Eason does offer sage advice in saying it is good to consider at what point a healthy preference becomes and unrealistic desire. At what point does ones ideas about appearance and behaviour cross the line between a real live person (with whom you can have a relationship and fun) and distant fantasy (video game).

Following my revelation with the Spice, I used our club web page to post our search for a third. A very cute girl next door type red head named Nina responded. I took the Spice up on her offer to let me meet up with Nina one February night out as a single male. My mission was to decide if there was chemistry between us and report back on whether it might work. Nina was very friendly, exceptionally bright and a great kisser. When I reported back, I must admit I felt guilty about being out with her on my own. The Spice was at first annoyed that Nina turned out to be not even bi-curious and actually was seriously into cock only. She told me I could see her again if I asked for specific permission for each date. But Nina was not ultimately bi and she was aware that this was what we were looking for. Nina was not comfortable with being a third or other woman, to be turned on and turned off at the whim of the Spice. She rejected the idea of meeting the Spice or me alone and I think was somewhat hurt that I did not offer an affair. Having had only one affair in my life that was a sadly a heart rending disaster, I thanked Nina for her choice. This was probably for-the-best as continuing to see someone not interested in us both would probably be a fast route to catastrophic couple disaster as per the 3 to5 rule.

In March the hawt bibabe discussion finally precipitated what had really happened between the Spice and Tammy. The Spice said, “Tammy told me that she didn’t want a part-time relationship. She was really into me and wanted a full relationship.” Dumbfounded (I hadn't even considered that this single person could have really deep feelings about my wife and perhaps it wasn't all sex) I agreed that it wouldn't be fair to Tammy to enter into an emotional relationship where the Spice couldn’t commit. The Spice continued: “I was very attracted to her and I did think about what my life would be like with her and without you. I mean I wouldn’t have to put up with all your guy bullshit.”

I had no idea what she meant, I mean I make her dinner and take her on trips to the Caribbean. I buy her new and exciting vibrators… what’s not to like?  But I reminded myself that all this had happened in the Spice's early crush on Tammy and corresponded with the time she began posting our happy couple pics to her facebook.

“Basically I chose you,” she said. “It was painful as I had and still have a serious girl crush on her.” Since then the Spice’s attempts to re-friend Tammy have left her feeling quite rejected. My poor honey. But that’s Tammy not me I was prepared to share. I am certain that like us, there are others who may not be in the winner take all approach and crave to share some joy. Perhaps I am a shallow stereotype I hope just not too offensive.

So here we find ourselves: Wanted: a bi-lady friend. Please apply within… I don’t know what you think, but I’ve always found odd numbers threeways and fivesomes to be more fun than foursomes. I'll let you know what happens next.

~ Sex Musing.