swung

Now that's what I call a good weekend.

There are many, many things I could say about the club itself, and no doubt I will in due course. I need something to compare it to first though (hence we'll be trying a different one in a few weeks time), as I'm not convinced it was the best place I could've gone to. That said, I have very little to actually complain about (apart from the lack of a patio heater).

Plenty to smile about though. I've been places I've never been, done things I've never done, and seen things I've never seen, and today I just feel so fucking liberated I wouldn't be surprised if I grew wings.

I've had this fantasy for the longest time to see the boyfriend 'with' another woman. However, in the back of my mind has also been this fear that in reality I would hate it, that I would - shock, horror - be consumed by jealousy. And that in turn led to the fear of being a hypocrite, after asking him to take all my own trysts on the chin, which he largely has. I never ever want to be a jealous girlfriend.

Well, not without a fucking good reason, anyway ;)

Yet again, the reality has blown the fantasy clean out of the water. He didn't even fuck her, but just watching her sucking his cock was hot. But the horniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life was when he went down on her and had her moaning and writhing about on the bed. It was.... mindblowing. There wasn't the slightest twinge of jealousy like I'd feared there would be, and he didn't even eat me out at the club.

It was such a fucking buzz to see her enjoying him and him enjoying her - I could've watched them all night. It was certainly much more fun than when I went down on her myself. Not that there was anything wrong down there - strangely enough her cunt looked exactly the same as mine, and it tasted nice too. But that night my voyeuristic nature definitely took over, and grr. It was beautiful.

And considering I wasn't expecting anything that night, I think we can call that a result.