To wrap up 2014 I will fulfill a promise to tell you about one of the oddest encounters we've ever had. That is, The Uninterested Man.
This was a few years ago now, so some of the details are fuzzy and some of them burned into my memory forever.... We met through AFF. Chatted for a while via email and text doing the usual exchange of pictures, stories and rules. Everything seemed on board so we moved forward.
He invited us to a house party he was hosting but we were unable to make it (I can't remember why at this point) so we scheduled a follow up of sorts. He would bring a female friend of his who also couldn't make the party and the four of us would play. We hadn't seen anything of the other woman but took the risk as her description sounded like she was a lot of fun.
They arrived and all looked good. She wasn't a knock out but she was cute and very nice. She also seemed to be up for anything and it all looked good for The Hubs. My playmate definitely looked different in the face from his pictures, like maybe photoshop had been done to his nose, but still all looked good so we proceeded. The two of them had played before so The Uninterested Man warned us to get a towel for her, as she was quite the squirter. More on that to come...
We started off with "our own" couples, me with The Hubs and he with his friend. Quickly we moved on from there. Sucking and some foreplay and then we all moved to the bed to arrange for all four of us. I remember it started with both of us ladies on our knees and both men standing off the bed fucking us from behind. I couldn't see anything except the bed of course but would turn around to get a glimpse of The Hubs getting his cock slicked up by her juices. Pretty soon we came to find out that he really wasn't kidding about the towel. It was quite handy as she gushed around The Hubs and soaked the towel quickly.
Around this point I began to notice how quiet my playmate was. I know I can be somewhat loud so I tried to hold it in so I could hear him and see what was going on. There was basically nothing. A few times he would start talking to The Hubs about the other woman just as if they were sitting at a table having a drink. Nothing to indicate that he was currently balls-deep inside of me. I flipped over so I could get a look at him and see what was going on and that is when I saw it. The most uninterested look I've EVER seen on a face while having sex. I mean, not even movies could touch this one. He didn't look disgusted, intrigued, bored, excited - nothing. Just... nothing. He was going through the motions of in and out with his cock looking like he was just standing around watching tv.
Now, if you've ever had sex with any woman, like ever, you may have noticed this is not a great way to approach the situation. My potential for orgasm went in the tank as I started to feel like he was seriously uninterested in fucking me. I focused on The Hubs and took enjoyment in their fun while we had the longest fuck of my life. (Or so it seemed because I was ready for it to be over) When I heard The Hubs cumming I faked my way out of my own situation and then my playmate (still having not cum himself) moved over to the other woman to play with her some. We watched them fuck while The Hubs fingered me (totally knowing I had faked it with The Uninterested Man) and we watched as the other woman gushed into the towel some more and finally he finished.
We wrapped things up and said our goodbyes. Me feeling totally and utterly self-conscious. Had I been too this or that? Did he not find me attractive in person or what had I done wrong was all I could think about for a long time. It impacted our swing life a lot. It sent me into a slump of self-consciousness that I had a hard time breaking out of.
Finally I have come to the conclusion that he is a sex-addict at it's worst. Not the kind that enjoys copious amounts of sex and can't get enough but the guy that just has to go through the motions of doing it. That was the look on his face, not disgust just like he was reading an OK book or watching an infomercial. A blank face.
For obvious reasons we never spoke again, until a few weeks ago when he text me out of the blue. I literally laughed out loud because why would someone who seemed so uninterested come back for more? Especially so long afterward. He is a perfect example of one of those people you leave the contact name in the phone just so you know who to ignore when they contact again.
So that is the story... As promised! So here's to more fun in 2015. The Hubs and I hope to be back in the "swing" of things so to speak as soon as we both feel comfortable branching back out into the swing life.
Until next time, Happy New Year :)