You know, tonight we went to the red rooster and I just wanted to say, I (mr) had so much fun. I was outside on the porch, and flirted and then went down on the female half of one of our favorite couples. Just out there in the open. So hot. Seriously. Shown here in white, about to go down on Eva in public at Dino’s playing pool…
What sweet and poetic words. I believe good luck will be with you from now on:). You’re right, it was a passionate night. I loved how you caressed my body when we were talking in bed afterwards. You’re also an excellent dancer. You made the line dances so fun!! I look forward to seeing you again someday…thank you for everything.
That’s a very good question. When we meet couples or single guys, we get to know them. We try to determine if they seem like a person who would engage in risky, irresponsible behavior. You definitely never really know, but, the swinger community is statistically more disease free than the general population. The main defense, however, is definitely CONDOMS, always.
My husband, Johnny, begs me to write stories on here. I usually let/make him do it. This story, however, needs to be written by me.
New Years Eve at the Rooster. A time of wild fun for all. We had the usual fun. Kissing our friends; showing my boobs, but it was starting to get late and I still hadn’t found any new men that made me think dirty thoughts.
As I was standing in line to use the restroom, he walked in. I could see him across the room. He was nervously getting a drink at the front bar. His stress was coming from the fact that he’d never been here before; I could tell. I couldn’t look away. I kept staring, begging, in my mind, for him to look at me. He was too overwhelmed. What goes through the mind of a single guy at the Rooster for the first time? “Will I get laid; Are there going to be naked people walking up to me? Hopefully those naked people will be not be men! How do I approach a woman in here? Will the women be attractive?”
Dark, kind eyes; long black lashes, much like my husband’s. His skin was tan and olive, later finding out that he was Native American. Just my type. I like ethnic men…Latin, Middle Eastern, Etc… He had a medium build, not too big, not scrawny. What attracted me most, though, was his demeanor - no arrogance, much like my husband, Johnny.
He wouldn’t catch my eye, so instead of walking up to meet him, I waited for him to round the corner, and I used a surprise attack!
With confidence, I looked him in the eye, grabbed his arm and pulled him close to me, “Hi! I’m Eva. What’s your name?”
He was at a loss for words. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he said, “Wah, what?” So I repeated my name, grinning from ear to ear, thinking of my new conquest. He told me his name was, “J.”
Later he told me that I had startled him, because of my beauty and my body. He said I reminded him of a human Jessica Rabbit (almost made me want to dye my hair red to test out the theory). He said I looked so sexy with my cleavage popping out of the top of that skintight red dress that reached all the way to the floor. Once your eye reached the floor, though, it was slowly brought right back up as you couldn’t help seeing the revealing slit up the side that stopped at the top of my thigh. He said it was those sultry, green eyes, that jet black, silky hair and gorgeous smile that attracted him most, though. Even if it was a line, I didn’t care. I was in lust.
After finding and claiming my new toy, I showed him around the place. Gave him the “tour,” if you will. I introduced him to my husband and all of our friends; showed him the pool table (where hubby and I spend most of our time); jacuzzi/indoor pool, which of course, warned him not to step foot in (instead of a sign that says,”ool, notice there’s no P in it,” there should be a sign titled, “spool, notice the S…that’s because of all the semen in it” ;the orgy room (no I’ve never had the courage to use it); and some of my favorite rooms. The best rooms, in my opinion, are the ones with mirrors on the headboards. I like to watch myself and the “flavor of the week” in the mirror while we are having sex.
After giving him the tour I brought him back to the table while I slipped away to use the restroom. In the restroom, I could hear everyone yelling, “3, 2, 1…Happy New Year!!” I was thinking, “oh shit! Poor Johnny!” I hurried to my husband and gave him a New Year’s Eve kiss, long and sweet. When I looked up. I saw J. Johnny had become occupied kissing other friends to celebrate the new year. J was talking to me with his eyes, “come here..,may I kiss you?”
With my eyes, I replied, “yes, I’ve been waiting for that since the moment I saw you.” The kisses were sexy with a bit of tongue, but mostly teasing breath close to each other’s lips, which would move to our necks, up along our earlobes. The sexual tension could be felt in the air by both of us. His hands rubbing up and down the back of my dress; feeling my ass.
I wanted to tease him a bit more, so I told him to watch me as I danced. First they played Cupid Shuffle, The Electric Slide, Cha Cha Slide and finally, Wobble. When I dance any of the line dances at the Rooster, I try to make eye contact with the onlookers as I “go low” or pull up my dress so that you can see just a hint of what’s under it. I try to make it look like an accident. It’s sexier that way. Some of the regulars know my tricks, but J didn’t. His eyes were locked on me. I wonder what was going through his mind.
After the dances, I sat down next to J and he started to kiss me. By this time, I had already asked my husband to see if there were any rooms available. He found us kissing and informed me that all the rooms were in use, it was NYE, after all.
J confessed to me that he had drove all night from NM, to make it to the Rooster in Vegas. Something was telling him that even though he had never been there, he should go. I’m glad he did. When he told me that, I was so turned on that I straddled his body on the chair and moved his hands under my dress as I was kissing him. While feeling under my dress, he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. He started kissing me more passionately. I pushed his fingers inside me. I was wet and so turned on. He kept whispering into my ear, “I want to taste you. I’ll wait all night if I have to.”
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I led J to one of my favorite rooms. The room was occupied, but we just waited outside the door until one was free. It was a bit of a wait, but worth it. Johnny followed us in and said he was only going to stay for a while because he had promised “A,” that he would meet her in another room. We rarely ever play without each other, but Johnny wanted to let me experience a single guy alone; something I had never done before.
I asked my husband to turn on my iTunes Sex Playlist (I’m such a nerd!) I like to have sexy music playing while I have sex. The first song that started playing was, “Bad Things,” the theme song from True Blood. Look it up!
J slowly started removing my red dress with one hand while the other hand was used to finger me. My husband stayed in the room long enough to figure out that this guy was bigger than anyone I had been with before. When I revealed J’s big cock, I couldn’t help but think about how that would feel inside me.
J laid me on my side as he put his fingers inside me again while kissing and sucking on my clit. While he was doing that, I was sucking his huge cock. My husband says I give spectacular blow jobs. I think J agreed because he was moaning with pleasure.
His hands were feeling my hard nipples and squeezing them just a bit. I was stroking his hard cock as I tried to swallow as much of it as I could. It was too big for me, though. Now I was even more turned on because I kept imagining him inside me.
I turned over, arched my back, and raised my ass in the air as J began to taste me from behind. A new song was playing, “Uninvited,” by Alanis Morrisette. At that moment, I looked at him, looking at me in the mirror. He pushed me onto my back and began kissing me hard. He didn’t realize it, but while I was kissing him, I was mouthing the words from Uninvited, “…like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing…” He must’ve thought I was so strange.
About this time, Johnny left the room to continue with his own adventure. J and I kissed some more as he was lying on top of me, feeling every inch of my body. Kissing my neck; flipping me over and slowly kissing the curve of my back. I was looking in the mirror the whole time. It’s one of the things that turns me on the most…to watch myself and the guy in the mirror while we play.
I couldn’t stand it any longer; I grabbed his cock and started sucking to make it rock hard so I could slip a condom on him. After that, I flipped over and showed him my ass so that he couldn’t resist. I was dripping wet. So ready to be filled up. He didn’t disappoint as he entered me a little at a time. Teasing me. That was MY game, not fair! I pushed hard against him so I could feel all his power. I couldn’t believe how good he felt. He was pounding me harder and harder. It felt so good. So hot.
At this point the song, “Nasty, Naughty Boy” by Christina Aguilera was playing in the background. As he was fucking me from behind, I was watching him in the mirror and could see him closing his eyes, throwing his head back and opening his mouth as if to say, “oh yes, fuck yes…” He didn’t say that out loud, though. To me it was hotter that he didn’t because I could tell he was being himself. I’m a quiet person in the bedroom too. If I make noise; I mean it.
I laid down on my stomach, my favorite position, as his cock angled straight down hitting my G spot over and over from behind. We were both making more noise now because it felt so fucking good. We were facing the headboard of mirrors as we stared into each other’s eyes in the mirror. He intertwined his fingers into mine as he was almost laying down on my back. It made the pleasure so much more intense because we had that connection. Such caring eyes.
After pumping me harder and harder, he could not contain himself anymore. He exploded in the condom, but was still hard. I could tell the poor guy needed to rest, though. I slipped the condom off and laid next to him.
Sweat was dripping off both of our bodies. He was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling that had seen many years of sex. If the walls could talk…oh the stories they would tell. As he lay on his back, I moved over close to him. I laid my head on his chest and one of my legs crossed over his body. It was definitely a scene from one of the movies in my mind.
By this time, the song, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails was playing. I always thought the song was called, “Fuck You Like an Animal.” It made me horny again, so I asked him if he wanted to have another go at it. All I had to do was touch his cock to get my answer. He was already rock hard again.
I got on all fours as he remained on his back. Close to his face, I opened my mouth as if to kiss him, but instead slowly made my way down his neck….stomach….cock. When I got to the prize, I just breathed hot breath on his balls. Then I stuck out my tongue and took one long lick, while looking into his eyes, from balls to the tip of his cock. I used my hand to stroke most of the shaft while I teased the top with my lips and tongue.
I got on top of his body while “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons could be heard in the background. My mouth was wrapped around his cock as he licked my clit from behind. From the “69” angle, I could deep throat him better. I could’ve stayed in that position a lot longer, but I could tell he was anxious to get back inside me. I slipped on another condom and slid down on him, reverse cowgirl style. I love that position too. I liked feeling his long cock from that angle. My whole body tingled and shuttered. I arched my back and leaned back so far that my long, black hair was hitting his chest. I think men like to feel a woman’s silky hair touch their body.
Moving up and down harder and harder, I turned around to see myself in the mirror. I could see the back of his head and my ass. Watching my pussy rubbing his shaft was such a turn on. It made me feel more tingly inside.
Because I was moving faster, J was moaning and saying he was going to cum. I told him to “cum baby, cum…!” “Yes, yes, yes!” as we came together.
We both laid dead on the bed as we tried to recover. Prince made it easier…he was singing, “Purple Rain” to us. J smiled at me as he got up to put his clothes on.
I lay naked and staring at him while he dressed. His eyes wouldn’t break my gaze. In my mind he was saying, “It was a sensual night. I won’t forget you, but I won’t be seeing you again. I’m married.” He never said those words out loud. It’s what my husband later told me. He believes J lied and told me he was single. He believes J is married and that’s why he hasn’t contacted me again.
I, however, will keep the fantasy alive that he is single and will one day come strolling back into the Rooster. Finding me from across the room with those eyes….
I’m really glad you asked this because it gives me the chance to answer this question for all of my followers.
I’m not into sexting. I get guys that KIK or on Tumblr that will say, “send me a picture.” To that I think/say. ,”I have 100s of naked pictures on the blog.” Most of the time, I’ve just got off work or just got out of the shower (no makeup, hair not done) or I’m doing daily errands, etc…. I have a life, the last thing I really want to do is send naked pics to some guy. First of all, like I said, there are already tons of pics on my blog and 2nd of all if you’re looking for a picture of my face, no thank you. I like to keep my life private. I have a discreet job and kids to think of. I’m not directing any of this at the person who asked the question, I just want to get the answer out there for others who might have the same idea.
Thank you for posing the question.
Very good question! For those followers that don’t know already….often times, a follower will ask if we can have sex. I will usually reply with, “If you live in Vegas, just send a face picture to email@example.com. Please no dick pictures, though”. The reason I say that is because it’s NOT a turn on in ANY way, shape, or form for me. I don’t need to see the size of your dick to decide if I want to sleep with you or not. I guess for some women, it’s the deciding factor, but I’m not one of them. My turn-ons include: a cute face, height-weight-proportionate body, and above all….sexual chemistry if/when we meet. I don’t care how cute and in shape you are, if we don’t have a connection, it’s not going to happen. Like I said, you also have to live in Vegas. Tourists and out-of-towners are too much work, which usually ends up as a waste of time. I digress….no dick pictures, please and thank you.