A bookstore virgin
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Posted:Aug 6, 2013 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2013 12:49 pm
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Okay, I know what you are thinking. Getting your wife laid under safe, sane, and anonymous conditions should be a snap. Believe me I thought so too. Then you enter into the actual mechanics of a plan and you immediately begin to see this is not the case at all.
The first idea which always occurs is that I must know somebody who can be trusted to do this and keep his mouth shut. What immediately follows this is the realization that you will now get to look at somebody, who may or may not think you are a freak, for the rest of your life, not talking about the elephant in the room. That and the fact that the only way to be sure and keep a secret is to kill anyone you tell immediately. So now you realize that anonymous is the way to go. They don’t get to know who you are, where you live, or how to contact you again. They have to be geographically distant enough that you won’t run into them at the grocery store, and able to meet in a place where nobody knows you. You must be able to look at them first and determine they aren’t an ax murderer, and are hygienically acceptable to the wife, Most of all, they have to be somebody that with very limited conversation and personal information is prepared to hear, “I am trying to get my wife laid,” without assuming they are being set up for a mugging or blackmail scam.
I can hear you thinking. “Dude, you are making too much out of this.” I would point out that if the realities of small town America where we live have their own set of hazards, a quick look in the paper will show you that a trip to town is no picnic either. An adult bookstore may seem like a seedy, unclean, and generally horrible alternative to consider but then again it has tremendous advantages. First, nobody in there is in any way interested in who you actually are. If a couple walks into the video area of the bookstore I have discovered it sends a message immediately. Everybody lurking about the place is hoping for a hook up of some type. The presumption is often that these people are all closet gays looking for the same, but a bit of research showed me that this is not the case. You see couples do occasionally come in on missions similar to mine. Scarce as hen’s teeth to be sure, but it does happen, and there are straight guys who do show up with this threadbare hope in mind. Lately this sort of couple’s activity seem to be gaining in popularity, and was even seen to appear on our local Craig’s list from time to time. I was unaware of this on our first trip to the place, but my wife is a demon for research and gave me a thumbnail sketch of what was up.
I would have to say that as a military veteran of long and exotic service in third world shitholes I probably overthink security and see threats everywhere. Still my wife is the most precious thing in my life and it’s always better to be safe than sorry. When we decided on a night to make an initial trip to the bookstore I went prepared for hostile weirdness, and was equipped to make my own exit if necessary. I really need not have worried. The strange looking girl behind the counter didn’t even offer me an opportunity for the elaborate explanation I had prepared, and simply handed me a bunch of tokens in exchange for my money. I probably looked nervous enough to be a candidate for robbing the place I suppose, but this was obviously all an old story to her. My wife of course had not batted an eye at all of this and took the lead as we entered the dark hallway lined with doors. It seemed a strange layout to me in that it was sort of a maze back there with a lot of unnecessary walls and partitions. There were a few men of undetermined description standing around in the hall, and I considered it a bit strange although helpful that they all seemed to step back quickly and place their backs to the wall offering the wife and I clear passage.
The booth that we chose was advertised as vacant by virtue of the partially open door, which had a bolt on the inside. While not what I would call clean there didn’t seem to be puddles of body fluids about, and there was a video screen on one wall and sort of a bench seat on the other. Like I said it was not especially clean, and the place evidenced signs that I took to be a state of disrepair. Notably there was a hole in the wall that I assumed was where somebody had removed an electric socket and then not replaced it. I didn’t see that there was much room for any sort of sexual activity. I began to feed tokens into the porn machine, which showed a variety of low quality crap both gay and straight and took a seat next to the wife. I was fairly nervous as the place had what I took to be rodent activity in the walls. There seemed to be a variety of scratching sounds coming for the cubicle walls on two sides, but there were no other sounds indicating human activity or occupation. I kept an eye on the electric socket hole in case any of the rodents actually appeared.
We sat perhaps for maybe an hour, using all our tokens, and the wife said very little. The porn was awful. I am not sure what I expected to happen but nothing did. As we left I noticed some of the same shadowy figures about, but everyone was absolutely silent, and I saw no real opportunity for communication. We simply left without incident. Let me say that my wife is a wonderful creature who assumes that I have an awareness of things beyond potential hostile threats and possible rodent activity. Not seeing herself in any danger whatsoever she assumes that I am seeing what she is seeing, and that I know what she knows. This has led to more than a few misunderstandings. When my first comment on starting the car was that I was worried about anyplace that had rats and left the electric outlets empty I was not sure whether she was going to bust a gut laughing or hit me in the face.
It was then that my education began on bookstore etiquette, gloryholes, and how to find anonymous sex in a video equipped broom closet.
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Crawl, walk, run....
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Posted:Aug 5, 2013 5:40 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 12:42 am
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There really “should be” a training wheels kind of program for anything. “Should be,” being the central idea, because in fact when you are talking about meeting people you don’t know for sexual encounters what you actually have is a sort of an elementary school playground situation. People from all levels of life experience, from scene virgins to hardcore gangbangers, find themselves in the same area at the same time and there is really no way to tell who is who. Also everyone usually wants to be more grown up and bigger than what they actually are.
Nobody wants to write a profile that boils down to “no fucking clue”, and as a result they may portray themselves as being rough and ready. The “My wife loves to suck cock” thing when she is uncertain about being on the site at all springs to mind. The other direction frequently seen is the, “friends, maybe more,” gambit, where people will actual trade e mails and pictures, and in some cases even meet, seeking the adventure but having no intentions of following through. They will meet people, and talk for hours about how fucked up the swinger scene is, and then go home and fuck each other raw using the “close call” as fuel.
Now this may seem like absolute gender bias but I will tell you from our experience that time after time what we have seen is horny guys showing up with a wife who is plainly having serious doubts about the whole thing. I am not calling anybody a liar or a sissy here. Any wife who is remotely familiar with guys and their impulses understands the risk she is taking. You don’t lightly trade the conventional prospect of a secure, sane, and clear cut relationship, even if it has become a bit boring, for the great unknown that getting it on with other people represents. You are risking a metric buttload of potential hurt feelings, trust issues, and the basic premise of the monogamous relationship itself on one impulsive throw of the dice. Once done it cannot be undone. Great adventure indeed.
Regardless of fairness or equality, or any of the other “should be” concepts, guys will always reserve the right to be irresponsibly horny mainly to themselves. We are all fairly sure that we can get some strange on the side without it changing our feelings for our partner. Hell, we fuck girls we don’t like, and enjoy it completely. Having a partner who is openly and genuinely happy about the idea of strange cock is almost never what a guy goes looking for in a life partner. I can attest that you can get used to it, but at least for me it did in fact take some getting used to. I was fortunate enough to have a partner who was in no doubt about where she wanted to go, and I was down in principle, but I also had the veto power, and although I thought I was good with the plan, I was aware of the no take backs nature of what we were proposing.
Now after several close call encounters where we had couples over and the action was limited to touchy feely games, I was becoming frustrated with the whole idea. The idea of what might result from my wife having sex with other people, and repeatedly psyching myself up for it, only to run into another close call, was taking its toll. I had expected to feel relief that not much actually happened, but in one memorable case was actually thinking, “please just fuck the guy and have done with it”. This may have had something to do with the visitor wife who was standing fully dressed in the corner stating that she “just wanted to watch.” Yes, the adventure will take you some fucked up places. We knew what we were trying to do, but we were looking for a no fault risk free way to do it. And there isn’t one.
Then the great idea occurred. What I was looking for was an anonymous sexual encounter where no emotional attachment existed, and there was no danger of fouled up alternative relationship issues getting thrown into the mix. Yes, what we were looking for ultimately was people who we could have that sort of ongoing relationship with, but I first had to make certain that I wasn’t the poser. It became fairly obvious that in our case I was the stick in the mud, and in order to get unstuck I was going to have to take some action. The problem was simple. How do you find an acceptable guy to fuck your wife that has no previous connection, no expectation of a return engagement or ongoing arrangement, and effectively ceases to exist without evidence the moment the deed is done, preferably without bringing a stun gun and cement overshoes into the equation.
The answer was obvious, inelegant, and completely scared the crap out of me. My wife likes toys and in small town America there are a limited number of places that sell them. In her shopping travels with a girlfriend she had found our local adult book store, and become immediately fascinated. Now you have to understand my wife is not Barbie. She is physically imposing, and a veteran of men’s hockey in Canada, as well as raves, concerts, biker parties, and a life lived both on the streets and in the wild places of the world. She will without hesitation go into any area not well marked with crime scene tape if her curiosity is peaked. The back room video area of the adult bookstore is dark, dingy, and has a variety seedy characters lurking about attempting invisibility. The place had always made me profoundly uneasy even when I was alone, and I had never found reason to go back there. So as is her nature, my Canadian flower grabbed her unfortunate accomplice firmly by the arm and ventured into the lurker infested darkness with a handful of tokens to explore the possibilities.
I got a full report upon her return home, both from the wife and her shell shocked looking friend, on what was actually concealed in the darkness. Now I am not a timid sort but neither do I go looking for trouble and the place sounded to me like the very depths of the in towns shadowy gay scene, and I was really not in a big hurry to become further acquainted. The wife was however fascinated. The girl has always had a bit of an exotic dark streak, which has led to anxious moments and great fun in probably equal measure. Now I have probed the red light districts on three continents, and have seen things that are simply illegal in the United States offered as light entertainment, but I was completely ignorant of the bookstore arcade thing. It didn’t seem dangerous to me, and I didn’t feel like I was walking my wife into a men’s prison in a bikini. As with many forms of wildlife the population of the bookstore are more scared of you than you are of them as a rule. Still a dark place that smells of nameless sexual activities, where the scurry from the light, is not something that would have occurred to me on their own. My wife assured me however that she and her friend had not been approached much less harassed by anybody there and that although the men of the gloom watched carefully to notice what booth they entered, it had seemed a harmless if nasty environment.
There may be an opportunity here I thought….
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And so it begins...
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Posted:Aug 4, 2013 11:49 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2013 12:24 am
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The Great adventure
The thing about diving into the whole sex with strangers thing is that it is not for the faint of heart. You can say what you like; it isn’t something that naturally occurs in most couple’s relationships, although I would suspect that after a few drinks most people think about it at least occasionally. The thing is, if you let the thought hang around and play with it long enough and you have a partner who has seen enough of life that they know their own limitations, you might well find yourself moved to the next step. That of course assumes you can figure out what the fuck it is. Just for the sake of fun and games let’s say one of you finally proposes the actual possibility, and it doesn’t result in immediate bloodshed or divorce proceedings. The next question becomes where to go from there.
Wouldn’t it be great if people actually told the truth. The greatest chasm in the human experience is between the way things “should be” and the way they “are.” In the area of watching your committed life partner have actual sex with other people and being okay with it, that particular ditch is filled to the brim with the slain pilgrims who thought they “should be” alright with it. Nobody does themselves or their partner any favors by agreeing to take one for the team. If you aren’t both behind the idea it is hazardous enough, and there is plenty to go wrong. If one of you is trying to shut up and go along because you think you “should be” okay with it, all I can say is good luck with that because you will need it.
Again, let’s say you are both behind the idea and you are prepared to actually act. There is no such thing as a safe way to proceed, so simply put it out of your mind. You are going to have to embrace very real risk, and whatever you may think going in there is no way to know for certain what is going to happen, or how you are going to feel about it. It is one of those situations where all hope lies in the idea that you will be okay with what happens, because if not the damage is done. Nobody has ever figured out a way to “unsee” or “unexperiece” or “unremember” something. Now there are all sorts of adult games which may allow one to safely stick a toe in the water, but you are never going to know where the line is in advance. One of the greatest illusions about websites like the one we find ourselves on is that it is all fun and games. In some cases that might be right as long as the activity is digital. Skin on skin is different.
My blog is about the interesting trip we have taken to this point. It’s about what we have done, and what we have learned from it, and what we are doing now. Welcome to the great adventure.
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