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273. Immersion 2018

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You may want to review Immersion 2016 and these three posts on Immersion 2017 (Post 141, Post 145 and Post 151).  This year included some of what we’ve done before and some very extended play (torture) sessions.  And once again for a few days of our Immersion we stayed at the same get-away in the woods as we did last year.   

We named last year’s Immersion “The Forbidden Zone,” and want to have a tradition of naming them as a way to remember them.   Last year we explored some M/s type dynamics and various other kinks that seemed “forbidden” to us previously.  Mike said we would have to just refer to this year’s event as Immersion 2018 – for now.  He has a surprise that will become the nickname, and telling us what it is might ruin the surprise.  So for now, “Immersion 2018” it is.

Oh, and I was using the term “torture” facetiously.  It wasn’t torturing, but it was very physically demanding.  Think full body flog with lots of spanking and whipping – butt, breasts, thighs, palms, feet, you name it.  Then there were extended times of sensory deprivation. Oh yeah, and add in clothespins, and more clothespins, and then some more clothespins, and you will start to get the picture. 

To sum it up in one word – delightful!    Yes, I enjoyed it, as did Kayla and Mike.  And we had some “guest appearances”  that included John and Donna, Matt, and a mystery couple!

MYSTERY COUPLE?
Mike told me and Kayla he had a surprise in store for us.  I never imagined it would involve another person, let alone a couple.  Through John and via FetLife, Mike had met this couple and felt they were perfect for us to explore some new kink territory.

We never got their names.  We referred to him as “Mister,” and her as “Nurse Ann.”  Not having their names added a bit of mystique and additional naughtiness, not that we needed more to make it feel naughty.  

Upon introduction, my first reaction to Mister was, “Wow!”  The first thing I noticed was that he was very muscular – as in, his muscles have muscles.   And once his shirt was off (later), it was no surprise that his abs weren’t a six pack, but an eight pack.    And it wasn’t just the muscles that were striking.  He was handsome and had the perfect “come hither eyes and stare.  And it turned out he was extremely personable and outgoing.   Our guess is that he is in his early 40’s.  Oh, and he is African American.  

Then there was his wife, Nurse Ann.  She is tall, matching Mister at six feet.   She has this Nordic look to her, brunette with milky white skin.  The contrast in skin tone between Mister and Nurse Ann added to their individual beauty.   She isn’t muscular but is fit, and our guess is that she is in her late 30’s.  She didn’t talk much, and when she did, it was always a short, monotoned response.

We were told up front she would not speak much and that Mister would answer most questions.  My initial thoughts that the two of them would be part of some eight-person orgy were quickly laid to rest (me, Mike, Kayla, John, Donna, Matt, Mister, Nurse Ann).  Mister explained the ground rules were that sex would not include Nurse Ann, as she had a specific role to play.  More on her later. 

KAYLA’S DESIRES
I shared before that Kayla has always had this “gang bang” desire where she could have sex with four guys at once.   Yes, we all call it that as that is how Kayla has always referred to it.   While the word is harsh, it is accurate and she wants to own that word (hum…sounds a bit like me and the word
whore, but I digress).

Kayla first shared this desire with us well over a year ago.  Both Mike and I were very cautious about fulfilling her stated desire.  Until now Mike has passed on opportunities to make this happen for Kayla.   Our concerns were that perhaps she had unrealistic expectations about it.    The actual feelings it may evoke could be something very different from the “fantasy” feelings of a loss of control or being treated as a sex object.  

While Mike didn’t consult with me prior to Immersion, we have had talks about Kayla’s growth in general and specifically about her sexual confidence and maturity.   I should dedicate a post to “Tips for Increasing Sexual Confidence.”  As I look back, there are many specific things Kayla did or experienced that helped her with this.  It would be interesting to catalog those things.   Whatever her steps were, Mike felt the time was right to allow Kayla to fulfill this desire.

She was able to fulfill that fantasy with Mike, John, Matt, and Mister.   And if you need a visual, well, as per her fantasy, at one point she had a dick in her pussy and butt, while alternating sucking on two others.  Then, while she was in a missionary position, they each took turns with her until they came.  If orgasms are a good proxy, then she had a fantastic time as evidenced by her three orgasms during it all.

MINI ORGY
By the way, I didn’t have all four men at once.  What do you think I am, a whore?  lol.  No, it just has never been a desire of mine, nor Mike’s – not that I would have been opposed to it if Mike wanted it.  I did have sex with Mister during our mini-orgy.  Is there some official number for when a “mini-orgy” becomes an actual orgy?

During the sex, we (minus Nurse Ann), would sort of rotate in different pairings or threesomes and such.  At any given time I found myself with a dick or pussy in my mouth, or a dick in one orifice or another, or someone’s tongue in my pussy or mouth.  It was delightfully decadent!

And while Nurse Ann was off limits sex-wise, she did get naked and masturbate as she watched.  Was there some other purpose to her being there?   More on that later.

OTHER IMMERSION ACTIVITIES
Mister and Ann were only there one full day, spent the night, and left early the next morning.   John, Donna, and Matt were there for all or part of about three days.   On the days it was just me, Mike, and Kayla, one day included me playing “pet,” just like last year.  I could only walk on all fours, eat out of a bowl, and use a make-shift litter box.   And there was Kayla’s DDlg/ABDL day, which she loved. 

Kayla doesn’t want to do the DDlg full time but since the end of Immersion she has expressed she wants to do this more than just one day a year.   That’s difficult with J in the house, but Mike will look for opportunities.  Also, this year the DDlg had an additional authentic element to it.  More on that later. 

The rental home is in a heavily wooded area and you can’t really see any other houses except for a few spots on the property and even then, it would take binoculars to see anything.  We all were always naked, inside or outside the house.  This didn’t feel as unique or naughty as it did last year. Since adopted naturism, naked is now our default and natural feeling state.

At the rental, Mike also made a temporary open-air out-house that Kayla and I had to use.  In case you are wondering wtf this has to do with anything, the idea behind this is the vulnerability of using the bathroom out in the open and blurring the line between humble and humiliate.

During Immersion we have a “zero tolerance” rule on non-submissive behaviors.  Mike is already strict (we like it that way), but the difference is that during Immersion Mike is looking for the slightest infraction.   And when he finds one, what may warrant a verbal reminder outside Immersion earns us a spanking during Immersion.   The lectures we get are also amped up and denigrating.

Last year we had a rule we could not speak to him unless we were physically touching him – not sexually, but a simple hand on his arm or where ever.  This year he modified this.  We could not speak to him unless we held his hand.  There were some exceptions that Mike would grant, but not many.  There were many spankings for not following this rule as it was very difficult to remember; however, it was a very enjoyable rule.  Such a simple thing, and something we should all do more often.  Touch one another that is, not the spanking part – unless that happens to be your thing too, hee-hee. 

REFLECTION?
I will post separately about my reflections on Immersion 2018.   As I wrote in my prior post, it made me realize that in many significant ways I have arrived at the destination my blogging was driving me towards.    But before I can reflect on Immersion 2018,  I guess I should tell you about the role Nurse Ann had in our event.  Next post!  

Next: 274. Got Milk(ing)? Immersion 2018

54. Sex is fun. Four times the fun with the right couple!

So, what’s new?  Not much here.  Oh yeah, Mike, me, John, and Donna got together for a f-fest.  Ha!

I’ll do my best to tell the story for those of you that love the details, which, per my blog stats, seem to be most of you.  Stories of sexual adventure and punishments seem to get more visits!  I’ve said before I am more inclined to share my feelings and write about how or if I reconciled an issue from an emotional standpoint.  I am less inclined to give the steamy sizzling sensual experience that went with it, but I’ll give it a try.  It’s odd for me to write this.  While I’ve shared a lot, I’ve never tried to share this type of detail.  Hope you enjoy.  I sure enjoyed doing it and reliving it through writing about it!

Preamble
You’ll want to read the post linked here to get the backstory that led to Mike and I venturing into our first full swap with another couple.

One of the things Mike asked me before we did this was whether I would be in “sub” mode or not.  It was a good discussion for us as we had never really talked about turning the submission “on” or “off.”  It is always on as far as I am concerned, but with some modifications around the kids or in public.  I asked him not to think of me as just “submissive” but to consider me “his submissive wife.”  I had never said that before and I believe it helped for him to hear that.  It helped me to say it also.  I liked the sound of that and saying it made me feel all warm and tingly inside!  Mike was wanting to know whether he should instruct and guide me during our upcoming sexcapade or just leave me to my own adventurous devices.  I told him I want it to be whichever way he liked.

He still gets frustrated at times when I answer, “Whatever you wish,” but he is getting better and more comfortable at just stating what he wants versus asking my permission.  I remind him that in my mind there is no “sub-Jenny” and “non-sub Jenny,” there is just Jenny who is his submissive wife.   Period.  I gently reminded him that if something he asked for went too far, I am capable and willing to say so.  In fact, I am required to say so, by both common sense and our rules.

He then said, “Fine, you’ll do as you are told then.”
“Yes, Sir.” I said with a smile.

Warm Up
Donna came over Monday afternoon and we talked about the plans for that evening.  We both admitted to being both excited and a bit nervous, but mostly excited.   Being the blunt one, I told her, “I’ve imagined Mike fucking you and now I get to see it plus, I owe you a nice lick!”  She laughed and said she was looking forward to having him inside her, watching me and John and yes, having me go down on her.  As she was leaving she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss as her thumb and forefinger touched just above my breast. She then moved her hand downward, extending apart her thumb and forefinger as they encircled my breast.  She continued moving her hand down as her thumb and forefinger moved closer back together as they reached the underside of my breast.  Her finger and thumb were then once again together at the base of my breast.  “That’s a little tease for later”, she said.    My my, she isn’t reluctant at all.

Evening Fun
Mike and I enter their house.  I felt a little awkward knowing what we were about to do and not sure how we would get into the swing of things – pun intended.  Well, John didn’t waste any time.  He greeted us at the door and as we walked into the kitchen, Donna was laying blindfolded on their living room floor.  She was fully clothed, in her “regular” clothes.  I thought it was interesting that John didn’t have her in any of their “gear” or just naked.   I didn’t question it and am guess the disrobing would just add to the anticipation.

John announced, “I thought we’d let the girls start us off,” as he popped open two beers and handed one to Mike.   Wow, John wasn’t wasting any time.

Mike looked at me and said, “Jen, you know Donna has never been with a woman other than your special treat during your shave, so give her something memorable.”    John added, “Donna is not to speak.  Have her in any way you’d like.”  Now I thought to myself, “humm, I hadn’t really thought about different ways to “have” her.  I mean, yes, go down on her, suck her breasts, have her suck mine, stuff like that.   But I hadn’t thought about doing more.  There were toys around.  Oh the possibilities.  I had the perfect sub answer to this potential dom opportunity of mine.

“Mike Sir, tell me where you want me to start.”

Mike tells me, “Rub her tits and her pussy outside her clothing.  Get her really warmed up.  I rubbed her for a few minutes, and then Mike told me to start kissing her.  I remember him saying, “lots of tongue.”   And without hesitation, John chimes in, “And Donna, you need to start rubbing on Jenny.”  We made out and rubbed for quite a while, rubbing each other on the outside our clothing.   It was really nice.  It had been a very long time since I kissed another woman.  My insides were aching for us to get naked.  It got to the point that my yearning for Mike to give further instruction began to distract me.  I really needed him to give me the order to move on.  I was more than fully warmed up and I needed to fully feel her!   When was he going to let me go further?

Finally, Mike said, “Okay, slowly take off each other’s clothes and keep rubbing.” He hadn’t finished the sentence and I already had Donna’s shirt over her head.  I worked my hand inside her pants as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants.  Donna was very wet, way more wet than I anticipated.  I could feel her fingers slide easily past my folds and deep into my pussy.  I was very wet as well.  We fingered each other for some time and then I stopped to pull her pants and panties off and to take mine off as well.   John then told Donna, “Okay, take that blindfold off because you need to see the tits you’ll be sucking.”

With that she took off the blindfold.  It was nice to look her in the eyes as she began to suck my tits.  She kept her eyes open, looking up at me as she suckled.  I remember thinking about what was going through her mind as this was a first for her.  Frankly, it has been so long since I’ve had anyone but Mike that it felt like a first for me.   John then proclaims, “Donna, you are on your own now, do as you wish.”  With that, she got up and positioned me on my back on the floor.  She put her pussy in my face and leaned over to eat me out.  Ah, a classic 69.   She was extremely wet and tasty.   I hadn’t had a mouthful of pussy in about 27 years!   It was everything I remembered.  It was wonderful.

At some point Donna flipped around so that she was sitting on my face, facing me so that I could look up with my eyes and see her face.  Soon I saw Mike and John’s dicks come into view.  I hadn’t even heard them take their clothes off.  I saw as Mike’s cock entered Donna’s mouth, and Donna had one hand on Mike’s cock as it worked in and out of her mouth, and one hand on John’s cock that stood ready to the side.  The best part is that I was able to make eye contact with Mike.  It made me smile as I was eating Donna while watching her give him oral.

Donna came.  We had a bet as to who would come first, and we women thought for sure it would be one of the guys – but it wasn’t fair as we got a head start on the fun.   Anyway, it was the best bet I ever lost.  Her orgasm caused her to move off me and give up sucking on Mike for moment.  That’s when Mike said, “Jen, you can pick up where she left off.”  Mike sat down in a chair and I got on my knees in front of him but before I could start to do anything he told me to stand back up and just lean over to suck him, he said my ass needed to be “up and out.”

I looked back at John and made eye contact and gave a quick smile.  I knew this was it.  I leaned over and began sucking Mike and very soon I felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock sliding into my wet pussy from behind.  I raised up from Mike’s cock because I wanted to peer into Mike’s eyes and have Mike peering into mine as John’s cock made its way fully inside me.  I gave out a pleasurable “Ahh.”  My elbows were resting on Mike’s knees as Mike played with my tits and John worked his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.  I continued starting at Mike which made me more and more excited.  I loved being so close to Mike while John was fucking me. I could tell Mike was also taking pleasure in my pleasure.

John felt different inside of me than Mike does as they are “differently endowed.”   Both in good ways.  Mike is about 6 1/4 inches while John tops out at perhaps 7 and half inches.  Mike has a lot of girth and is quite thick, whereas John is a bit of “pencil” dick (said with affection!).  I love the contrast.  It felt different but it felt very good.

It wasn’t long before Donna reappeared and walked up to the side of the chair. She got on her knees and leaned in and kissed me, then kissed Mike.  Eventually the three of us were three-way kissing.  This is something I actually had never done and I found it hot as hell.  Feeling her tongue, then Mike’s, then her’s while in Mike’s mouth, and Mike’s and her’s in mine.  My hands on Donna’s tits, both her and Mike’s hands rubbing mine, John’s cock in me . . . all that stimulation and it wasn’t long before I came.   I couldn’t believe it, both guys outlasted the women.   Not that I am complaining!

So now it was Mike and Donna’s turn.  Mike stood up as Donna laid down on the floor (yes, they has a nice, soft carpet).  Mike got down and started fucking Donna missionary.  John came over to me and we both watched, as I had one hand on John’s cock and he had his fingers in my pussy.  We were standing to the side of Mike and Donna so we all could see each other.   I was still twitching from my orgasm and couldn’t take any more fingering, so I dropped to my knees and took John’s cock into my mouth.  Of course, I kept my eyes opened and made sure I could make eye contact with Mike.  Having him watch was such a turn on for me.

Soon John came in my mouth.  I leaned over to Donna as if to kiss her and let John’s cum drool into her mouth.  Shortly thereafter Mike came inside Donna and then Mike said, “Go and get my cum, baby.”

I went down on Donna and sucked his cum from her pussy.   I stayed down on her for quite some time, after all, the guys were spent for the time being and I owed her some nice cunnilingus from the treat she gave me.  Donna came a second time.

We all sat up and relaxed a bit, all of us marveling in our experience.  The word “wow” was said a lot, along with a lot of “that was awesome.”   There was more sex that night.  I had sex with Mike and Donna with John.  More orgasms, a break, some fun conversation, and then a third and final go at it but only after a little “punishment” demonstration.   John and Donna have let us watch many flogging sessions before, so that night was no different.   Donna really enjoys a good overall flogging where her breasts, stomach, back, thighs, and ass are all beautifully pink by the end.   It was a good way to recharge for our final go.  I’ll save the positions and combinations of our third and final go-round to myself.  A girl has to have some secrets, I am shy after all.

I do want to give a shout out to safe sex.  I don’t condone not using condoms, but for us, it was one part none of us being capable of reproduction one part because we’ve known each other for a very long time and the trust factor is very high, and one part just being foolish.  I guess we are taking a calculated risk.  That may not be completely smart, but, I am just being honest and I felt I should mention it.  Do as I say, not as I do.

It’s been four days and we can’t wait to do this again.  We plan to get together tomorrow night as well.

Sex is fun!

55. Agreement vs. Acceptance: A Spanking Disagreement

53. Almost forgot. . . sex with John and Donna?

Two posts in one day!  

This one is to follow up on a prior post .
So, Donna came over this afternoon and we were able to talk about things.  I joked to her that I thought I saw a stray hair and that perhaps she needed to check me again.  We weren’t in a position to do anything sexual as my son was home, so it was just all in fun.
I told her that I owed her an orgasm and wanted to return the favor the next time we were together.  She said she would ask John.  I told her I wanted to know if she was asking only because I was asking, or if she was actually interested.  She told me that she is not attracted to women, but, she is curious and she knows she won’t dislike it, even if it isn’t her thing.  She said she felt safe with me and, simply put, love to have sex with me.    Yea!

That led our conversation to the guys.  I told her Mike planned to talk to John about us swapping.  Donna said her and John had the same conversation and were open to it.

Wow, so there it is.  Now, although I brag how I lack modesty, I am uneasy about blogging about this. This is a big deal to me to share.  I am not uneasy about actually doing it.  I think Mike and I will have a blast and it will only add to our sex life.  I look forward to watching him and being watched by him.   But, for some reason I am fine with sharing stories of my submission, of my masturbating for an audience, being spanked, etc.   But talking about swinging and swapping reveals a part of me that is different.

Blogging has anonymity, so it isn’t about being “found out.”  It is about the persona I want to reflect in this blog.  For some reason I am fully comfortable with the whole submissive persona, but not swinging and swapping.  I am sure it is my own hang ups regarding what that “means.”  Of course, it doesn’t mean anything.  It doesn’t define me.  Ultimately I reconciled whether or not to share this by recognizing my aim is not to portray a specific persona.  It is to just portray my journey, good, bad, or otherwise.

So, Mike and John are talking tonight and we’ll figure out what’s next.  My guess is we will use our next visit to their house as our opportunity to make it happen.  It could be this weekend but more likely will be the next weekend as we have a regularly scheduled “date night” (i.e. a sitter lined up) for next weekend.

That gives Mike and me a lot of time to talk about it, as well as time for me to talk more with Donna.  I don’t know if that is a good thing.  I believe we shouldn’t over think it.  I wish it would have been more spontaneous and not something we had to plan.  Oh well, what do I know?  This is new to me.   Anticipation!

54. NEXT: Sex is fun. 4x the fun. . .

51. Olympic Post: Gold, Brazilian, Cunnilingus?

Hodgepodge of things to share and catch you up on.

Olympic Gold.  Five Acts of Service update. 
There was some suspense. Mike first listed the following:   1. organizing his clothes in the closet and dresser.  2. Ironing all his clothes, even his casual stuff.  3. Polishing his shoes.  4. Cleaning/maintaining the cars.  5. Having warm towels ready for him when he got out of the shower.

Technically, all five of those were on my list, but my list had 2&3 combined as one item, so there was still one more thing on my list that he hadn’t mentioned.  I let him know this, so, we had to go to the Rules Committee (aka Mike) for his interpretation.   Fortunately he simply said he needed to come up with one more – and he did.  He included me nicely displaying two sets of clothes from which he can choose to wear each morning. That means I was 5 for 5!  I nailed the challenge.

Winning the challenge kept my virtual emotional gas tank on full.  I continue to be high energy and full of vigor.  I am enjoying my deeper service to Mike, and I know he is enjoying it too.  If my challenge was an Olympic event, then I got the gold!

Brazil.  Brazilian update.
Speaking of Olympics, I got my first Brazilian wax over the weekend and we did the full “Hollywood” treatment.   Mike and I spent an evening with John and Donna where Donna gave me a Brazilian while the guys watched.  Overall it wasn’t too bad except for a few “pulls” that really hurt.  Don’t get me wrong, all of it hurts, but it isn’t excruciating.  Maybe a 5 on a scale of 10, except for a few that maybe registered an 8 – but whatever amount of pain you have doesn’t linger.  I did have slight redness in one spot that had a burning sensation linger for a bit, but it quickly went away after applying lotion.

And we did the backside too.   Yep, got the butthole all smooth too!  That really had no feeling, I assume a combination of a lot less sensitive and not many hairs.

The process of getting it done could be a challenge to one’s modesty, except I have none.  I got a thrill out of giving them all an intimate glimpse at the kibbles and bits.  It wasn’t overly sexual, at least in my mind, as my focus was on what Donna was doing and making sure it wasn’t going to hurt too much.  However, it did turn sexual.

Cunning Linguist.
I don’t believe I mentioned this before but Donna speaks three languages.  English, of course, but also Spanish and Portuguese.   Yes, my Rio Olympic theme continues as Portuguese is the official language of Brazil – however, she is actually part Portuguese as her mother emigrated from Portugal.  Donna picked up Spanish as it is useful in these parts (I am in Texas, which I don’t think I mentioned before either).  None of this is relevant to this story, but I was trying to think of a cute way to introduce what happened at my waxing.  Suffice to say, Donna is crafty, and she speaks three languages, thus, she is a cunning linguist.

My wax was basically done.  She was just getting a few strays hairs here and there.  Mike and John were getting up real close and personal and pointing out a stray one here or there.  I swear there were none left and they were just getting a thrill out of “inspecting” me so closely.  Donna would rub and even spread my folds and say, “There isn’t any hair, it’s all smooth everywhere.”   Mike and John would insist I needed one more dab of wax here or there.  Finally Donna said, “Not only do I not see any, but I don’t feel any.  She is as smooth as silk.”  When they kept insisting, in a joking way, that there was more, she shockingly said, “Let’s have my tongue be the test.  If my tongue can’t feel it, then it ain’t there.”  And with that she proceeding to go down on me!

I mentioned before that I have always been attracted to Donna.  She told me she had never been with another woman before.  I had several experiences during my college daze, I mean, days.   Anyway, she professed just not being interested in women – so it came as a shock to me, but a pleasurable one.  The guys clearly enjoyed the extra show.  My waxing apparently was just the warm up act.

Donna stayed down on me all the way through climax.  Sorry for not giving a blow by blow, or in this case, a lick by lick, but this post is getting long and I still have much more to share.  Suffice to say Donna has to be the best waxer on this planet!

More to Come/Cum?
Afterwards she did give me a little kiss as she got up and said, “Yep, clean as whistle.  Anyone doubt that?”

My mind raced for moment. It was like she was inviting either Mike or John to check – with their tongues.  I’ve shared before that Mike and I have had sex in the same room with John and Donna having sex, but we have never swapped.  The closest was that John did feel my breasts before and Mike has felt Donna’s, but it was more of a curiosity, clinical type feel than a sexual one.    Mike said, “I’ll take your word for it Donna but if I find a stray hair tonight, we’ll be back.”   With that, Mike turned to John.  It was if Mike was giving him permission to do his own check.

I was ready (and I am ready) to submit to whatever Mike allows.  As I think back on it, it is interesting that I never thought about this could mean John would be going down on me, or that this was clearly a big time sexual act that I would be doing with someone other than Mike.  I remember thinking, “I am game if Mike is game.”  My mind was focused on pleasing Mike and submitting to whatever he wanted me to submit to.  Period.

Now, the tormentor in me wants to end this post here and leave you with a cliffhanger.  I would do that if I had something salacious to end with.  However, it was not to be.  John simply said, “I’ll take Donna’s word for it as well.”

Post Script
Mike asked me later what I would have done if John wanted to “check” for himself.  I told Mike I would have responded in any way Mike wanted.  If he did not object, I would not object.  So naturally, I asked him the same question.  Mike said he probably would have let him go down on me.

Our discussion led to his blunt question of, “Do you want us to have sex with them?”  I answered as any good submissive would, but more importantly, I really meant it.  I am perfectly fine with us doing that if he wants that experience for us.  I have no reservations or hesitations.  I love the idea of it, but idea and action are two different things as Mike and I have mentioned many times before when sharing our sexual fantasies.  I am willing to go through with it if I knew he wanted that.  I told him my submission to him is total, as is my commitment and love.  Nothing would change that, and if we did this and he decided never to do it again, so be it.  Of course we may find we really enjoy it.  Either way, I would have no ill feelings about it.  It may seem nonchalant, but, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Mike didn’t want a “submissive” answer and he kept pressing.  I then told him yes, I would be willing to do this not IF he would enjoy it but because I think it IS something he would enjoy and I will enjoy it primarily because of that.  In addition, we both love sex and I know we both will enjoy anything that “gets us off” sexually as long as we are in it together.  I told him my bigger concern is whether it is what John and Donna would want, especially Donna.  I wouldn’t want her to have to just go along with it.  As wild as John and Donna are together (way wilder than Mike and I), that doesn’t mean this would be their thing.  However, both Mike and I agree the sexual atmosphere when we are with them is always teasing at us and it seems inevitable that we will end up doing much more with them.  Mike said we needed to have this blunt talk with them.  Mike is going to talk to John and I will talk with Donna.  We’ll see where that leads.

Given what has already happened, I don’t believe this will be like the Olympics such that this opportunity will only present itself once every four years!   Konnichiwa!

Next:  52. The Spanking that Keeps Giving