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I found out that even though I do not "display" an entire post, the entire post is still downloaded. I could not figure out why download speeds stay the same.
I finally looked at the source coming down. Anyway, from now on when you see this:
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Like my catchy title? A hint – after this date if you see a title with just a date you know it is an update – and so will I. Hah!
Pops, Captain and the teens got home late – they circled the airport for an hour – they never did find out why.
I fell asleep before they got home but Captain made me a plate and left me a note. I wonder if I should eat it for breakfast. I am starved and do not feel like cooking.
Lisa and Stubby were supposed to get home last night but I don’t see any evidence of it.
The classmates are coming over around 5 am to discuss our project for next semester. I wonder if Pops or Captain remembered and will cook for us. Sure hope so.
Pops stopped texting me when they were circling the airport and Liz asked if I had figured out who the screen name was. She wondered if maybe it was Moms or Red. I found Red an odd choice for her to mention but remembered that the kids know MUCH more then they let on.
They, like me, just don’t understand all of it. As a matter of fact I have not seen Red much at all – I wonder if her and Pops had a falling out?
Well the classmates just arrived and Captain just wandered through hugging us all and grabbing different parts – he patted my pussy and wondered if I wanted to take a shower – asshole – he squeezed Cg2’s ass – he told her she has the most perfect ass in the world.
When he was done getting off he shuffled down the hall to the kitchen and ten minutes later he brought out a carafe of hot toddies and coffee. Cg2 loves hot toddies when she is not driving.
Then he said the magic words – what would you cunts like for breakfast – such a charmer.
Nothing else going on.
I take my shower every morning at about the same time – I very seldom vary by more then a half hour.
This morning was no different and I had just soaped my hair before massaging my scalp when some one joined me in the shower.
As this was not an infrequent occurrence with the teens or the horny old men around here, I thought nothing of it.
Then someone gently grabbed my wrists moving my hands up to the shower head. I felt something encircle my left then right wrist sensing what seemed like circular motion in between them.
A few seconds later a finger was placed vertically on my lips then a hand on the back of my head gently shook it left then right. I shook up and down indicating I understood to be quiet.
I relaxed my arms and was surprised to find myself tied to the shower head. I tried to look but had shampoo in my eyes. I started to panic but calmed myself – it had to be a new twist in someone’s head.
He (I know it was a he because I felt his hard cock in the small of my back) finished massaging my scalp then moved my head around to rinse it. When I tried to move he stopped me with a gentle squeeze.
He applied lots of conditioner and massaged it in. I was in heaven – I love my head massaged and hair played with or brushed.
I started to say something and his finger was right back at my lips - I shook my head in agreement.
His finger traced a path down my chin then under my chin to my throat where he gently massaged the dimple where my neck muscles join. His finger traced between my breasts, down my stomach and circled my belly button a few times.
His touch was so light I was not sure when he moved his finger lower until I felt a gentle backward push on my pelvis right above my slit.
His other hand force my head forward until my forehead rested against the cool shower tile and the water cascaded down my neck.
He kept pressing my pelvis with his finger until I was forced to step back. I took small backward steps until I was bent at the waist and in the perfect position for him to access between my legs.
I spread my legs and he slapped my right butt cheek as his other hand gently drew his fingers across my pelvis to my side then my left butt cheek where he gently cupped my cheek then repeated the action with his right hand and my right butt cheek.
He gently spread my butt and the water cascading down the plain of my back flowed down the valley formed by my cheeks and gently dripped from my genitals.
I felt his cock brush my inner thighs and travel upwards towards my pussy but it’s head stopped just short of its goal.
I could feel it throbbing and I wondered how much of the liquid dripping from my genitals was shower water and how much was the juices from my desire.
I was so wet. His pressed his pelvis against my ass and his hands moved upwards and around to my tits. He gently cupped them then pinched my nipples.
I was purring like a cat laying on a cushion in the sunlight getting its stomach rubbed.
I noticed my wrists were starting to hurt a little – it seemed my bonds were tightening.
Then I lost all contact with my phantom lover – his hands disappeared and he moved back from my ass.
Then I experience pain and pleasure at the same time.
I love my tits handled roughly even to the point of slapping them.
Pops can flip his hands back and forth very rapidly just gently touching my nipples. It hurts when he does it fast but I can watch my nipples grow wanting more pain and my pussy swells and spreads forcing my legs apart.
After a minute or so I start moaning then screeching and then I come over and over again letting loose a little shriek each time his fingers touch my tits.
I will usually squirt if he keeps abusing them – I fucking love it. If he just slaps my tits without warning I usually scream with pain then pleasure.
When my phantom lover slapped my tits I did exactly that – I let it be known it hurt and I LIKED it. He did it three more times and then stopped.
The anticipation was painful – my pussy was throbbing and wanting to be filled. My nipples were twitching awaiting the next punishment.
He slapped my pussy and I was momentarily breathless and speechless then I came. He repeated it three or four times then slapped my tits, one at a time hitting my pussy in between.
I was in heaven then I lost all contact with him. I was craving contact – any contact – slap me more – fill my pussy – do whatever you want just don’t stop.
Then the water went cold – very cold. And I yelled something about mother this and mother that while everything shrunk back to normal.
I tried to pull away but my bonds stopped me. I tried to reach the water controls but my bonds stopped me. I tried to twist sideway out of the water stream but the shower walls stopped me.
I used the water to get the soap and shampoo out of my eyes and saw that a piece of cloth about a foot long was tied to both wrists with slip knots and the middle was wrapped around the shower head two or three times.
It took seconds for me to unwrap it while I was being deluged with cold stinging water. I kicked backwards banging the shower glass door open. It is a wonder it did not break from the force.
I guess I was mother fffin this and that so loudly and insistently that Pops was already at the bathroom door coming down a long hallway and the floor below where the computer room is located.
He asked what was wrong but I ran out the door asking where the fucking asshole was. He asked who. I looked left, right, up, down and around looking for my phantom lover.
There was no one there. Pops repeated who? I ran down the hall to the deck doors and pushed out walking about five feet onto the deck.
I frantically looked for my phantom lover – I briefly saw a flash of red through the woods but never saw it again.
I was standing outside nude, wet, cold and shivering with my hands tied together and my tits red from the abuse and the cold.
I was pissed and yelled out calling him a worthless son-of-a-blah blah and lover. Pops told me I could teach sailors a few things.
I went back in slipping my bonds off and stood in a hot shower for many minutes before finishing my shower.
I have no idea who my phantom lover is – I ‘think’ it is the same person from this story: Morningwood Wake Up Call.
I loved being teased but one thing I hate is cold – cold water, cold weather, cold seats, cold people, and cold on my skin.
When this guy comes back I’ll freeze his dick to his balls then his balls to his taint. I’ll stuff ice cubes up his ass one at a time using a fireplace poker – it will feel like anal balls but without the string. Maybe I’ll make the ice cubes with rock salt. Do NOT piss me off – I can be really mean.
What really sucks? I am so fucking horny I could probably fuck two horse-sized cocks at the same time. I finally put panties and a pad on to sop up the excess. I bet you wish you were here don’t you?
Pops took the teens, Captain and Davis to the Bears game – they won – hurray. Liz texted about every five minutes, B sent many pictures from her cell phone, gB was checking out the fan’s butts and Captain sent me a few of the cleavage he got to see.
Pops was silent until the ride back to the airport. He is sending me one line teases about what he will do to me in the shower.
Liz is looking over his shoulder and texted me wanting to know who a certain screen name was – I laughed – he is sending the texts and she is telling me in an 18-year-olds perspective what Pops is going to do to me.
I almost like the 18-year-old’s
ideas better.
Yesterday Pops tried to take the teens and Rose to see Obama at the arch rally. They left in plenty of time to grab a snack and do a little shopping before the rally.. B sent me a picture of the traffic jam leading into downtown
They gave up after waiting fifteen minutes to move five feet. Pops said they should have taken the boat but I guess the Secret Service was preventing certain traffic near the downtown area.
They’ll be home in an hour. I put a pork roast in the slow cooker and Captain will finish it. It smells so good. I am starved. I guess I better run a few miles before dinner.
Wondering why Pops is telling me what he is going to do to me in the shower? Read the coming post – The Shower Phantom. I’ll post it soon.
Many people look at this site and are not sure what it is. At times I am not so sure either.
First, we are nudists – secondly we are private swingers – VERY private swingers – and we are public exhibitionists as well as voyeurs.
Now, to save your time - if you only care about erotic or dirty stories, click the link that says
•All Stories in Published Order
and read whatever you want until you are satisfied. If you have a particular ‘type’ of story you want to see and can’t find it, use the email links and mail us. We’ll listen to all. We like ‘pleasing’ our lovers.
There is no advertising (yet) or hidden tricks or traps. This site is for OUR enjoyment – but we’ll let you enjoy it as much as you want.
If you want the ‘whole’ story about this site and its evolution, read on.
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Still here? GOOD. Bear with me – Pops says I give too much detail – I’m still learning how to write. Many people have told me to tell Pops to fuck off, they love reading me – I would rather fuck him. Now I am off topic.
Briefly it started out as a place for Pops, Lisa and I (Dani) to write about our sex life and share it with all the Internet friends we had made.
We had so many ‘readers’ on our emails lists it became cumbersome to send out certain stories to only a select few with the same interest.
Bi-sexual stories to those interested in that. Orgies to those that wanted that. Blowjobs, anal, double penetration of the asshole OR the pussy and once in the mouth (I think), and three cocks at once.
Wearing a short skirt and flashing people in the drive-thru, bending over without panties wearing a short shirt in the produce isle and giving the stock boy AND the customer a good view - you get the idea.
Fucking on a motorcycle on an Interstate overpass at dusk (Lisa just did that). See how much fun we have?
We each started exploring the ‘I’ underworld – the Internet sexual underworld independently – the we are Lisa, Pops, Moms and I. We started in the chat rooms and groups and found a few websites and joined in on the fun.
Pops introduced us to the ‘voyeur’ side of things by showing us a website that had a camera running 24 hours a day, 365 days a year showing a couple’s bedroom and every activity that occurs in that bedroom.
My first visit I watched and listened to the wife talk on the phone with her daughter and shortly after her husband came in, undressed and crawled into bed.
After a few minutes of teasing and talking they were soon fucking and sucking and letting us watch it all. Pops was beside me and it was such a turn on.
The first time Lisa watched it she got so horny and infatuated she spent 24 hours looking for more such sites.
One other time the wife was sick and was laying in bed watching TV, eating chocolates, talking on the phone and after lunch she used two dildos to get off.
It allowed us to talk about our likes, dislikes, fantasies and past experiences – BUT we were all ‘new’ to each other and were very embarrassed to talk about such things. Even saying words like cock, asshole, pussy, nipples and fuck were almost beyond us.
At Pops suggestion and demonstration we started writing stories to each other about our pasts to get to know each other intimately. One of us would be asked a question and we answered it by writing a story.
Normally someone was watching over our shoulder and asking additional questions.
All to get to know each other. And boy did we.
We all found that writing about it was as big a turn on as actually doing it.
We invited our Ifriends (Internet Friends) to be ‘voyeurs’ to our private sex lives - and get to know us - by the written word. And many of our readers and REAL friends LOVED it and wanted more.
We cannot put our pictures or videos online for fear of damage to our professional and/or private lives.
So we started writing stories and emailing them. Before long we had so many people on our email lists it was too much trouble to send out the stories. That’s when Pops setup the blog(s).
Everyone could come get what they wanted at any time. And they could leave us private comments or emails about the stories – much easier to handle.
Remember our private swinger group? NONE of our neighbors know about our life styles unless they are part of the group and I can count those on one hand.
To get invited, we spend six or more months getting to know the people and making sure they will fit and meld with the others AND that they keep it a secret.
Each current member can independently get to know the candidate and we all vote.
I just became a ‘swinger’ member in the last nine months – same with Lisa. For ten years Pops and Moms and their friends and my friends parents hid it from me.
Boy was I surprised. I knew most of us were nudist but the swinging – talk about an adjustment.
Only ten people have been added to the group in ten years and most of them in the last nine months.
The original swinger members were all part of our Email friends – real people that know our real names and have probably fucked us AND watched us get fucked by everyone else. We shared emails and stories. We shared the blogs with them.
Plus we moved to our ‘cabin’ (big dump mansion on the river) and our ‘family’ has grown.
In the end we got so many followers we started getting questions about our everyday life.
Our Email friends wanted to hear about daily activities since we were only back ‘home’ once a month so we started posting those updates too. It was just easier to put everything in one place.
We started sharing our everyday life and introduced many of our friends/swingers on the site as well as two readers that Momtoo helped out.
Then Moms started a new job and are out of country three weeks out of the month. Once they were in a country they could not get phone service and had spotty email service. But they could always access the blog. So it became sort of a diary for our family.
They keep up with things at home by reading the blog. Our ‘swingers’ back home kept up with our sexual activities and lives and got to know the ‘new’ friends.
We don’t talk about the swinger group – it’s private – but the people that have ‘joined’ our blog family are fair game – with their permission.
Recently our life style took a big hit.
We have teenagers in the house most of the time. We could have prevented it and actually talked about it but Pops and Moms (Lisa and I too) LOVE having them around and would not have it any other way.
We just have to be very careful to hide everything but they go away for a couple of days here and there and we can let it all hang out.
We do miss being naked all the time but we can do it enough to still be satisfied and we can write about it all we want AND we can exhibit just about any where. All our doors have locks and what happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors – until we write about it.
The biggest surprise was that so many of our Imail friends – people who only know us through the Internet – started following our lives so closely that if I mention something in passing and don’t give an update in a timely manner, I get my ass chewed.
As one long time reader says, she is living life with us and feels like she is part of our life.
And we have several couples who follow us and have ‘acted out’ our stories. They are the greatest.
So, there you go. If you read every post, you will get to know us fairly well. We don’t give out enough information for even close friends to ‘identify’ us so nobody in the real world will ever find us. There are many things we will never tell you.
But that’s the voyeur part – I wonder who is reading (watching) what we are doing and when they read the stories if they have to clean off the keyboard or mouse.
Or, if like one couple, they got so horny they fucked on the computer desk and it broke – she told him if he stopped she would cut it off – they finished and then spent three hours cleaning up the mess and putting together a bigger stronger computer table.
He told me he can fuck her as hard as he wants and she can still read the story to him.
That’s what we like to hear – and watch or read about.
I am going to go get fucked – just thinking about making people horny gets me wet – thinking about them climaxing and satisfying each other – I have to clean the puddle off my chair before I can go get fucked.
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