Well, as you may have read in my last fun encounter with Vinny, like an idiot I allowed some pictures to be taken. Big mistake! If my husband sees them, I could be in a lot of trouble, maybe even jeopardize my marriage. Yes, we have a “don't ask, don't tell” polyamorous relationship but I love my husband with all my heart. The latest sex I’d had was with my husband followed by a swingers’ party — and, before that, it was...

It’s been a while since I wrote because my life has been routine and mundane. I love my life but when it gets boring I get depressed. I’ve been to some decent swingers’ parties, had sex at the hot tub (mentioned in previous entries) and a few one-nighters. In fact, one was in Kansas City but it’s really been just more hookups off websites plus a few others. The one interesting thing was when a co-worker recently found out...

December chill has hit us but I still long for attention and fun. A few recent swingers parties were okay at best — but they keep me hungry for more. I'm very fortunate that I live this lifestyle and I wish that I’d started younger. My husband is awesome — he just is. I never really write about him much because he doesn't know I keep this journal. And he certainly doesn’t know about some of the things I do. They would pro...

My birthday was on a Sunday and all I had planned was a swinger’s club visit and some husband fun. I didn’t expect much to happen but I was hoping it would as the start of November had been disappointing, nothing other than a dud swinger’s party. In the event, I had a great romantic weekend on my birthday and hubby’s birthday was on the horizon as well. All good signs.I'd been bored to tears during the work week and I mas...

It’s been a slow month sexually with nothing outside of the regular, average swinger’s party and husband sex. Lately, I’ve just done my daily routine — work, home, sleep and repeat — but I try to fit in gym visits at different times, based on my freedom. I never know when I’ll be free to play or with whom so I try to keep my eyes open and use my time correctly. I usually go to the gym around three times a week and I've so...

I’ve just returned home to an empty house, and so I can write about an amazing day. Right, let me start from the beginning…It was a Saturday and I was expecting to go to our regular haunt for a swingers' party later that evening. Truthfully, I really needed some sexual attention. After I’d spent part of the morning cleaning the house, I fancied a little rest after a long working week, and my husband suddenly said he wante...

Summer is the concert season and, as much as I like going and being backstage and all that, there are times when I just want to stay at home. That was the case last week when my man sent a text to say he had tickets to Saturday’s Counting Crows concert. He had backstage passes and front row tickets and, as a fan of the Crows, he obviously assumed I’d say, “Awesome, let’s go!” But I really wanted to go to ESC, the swingers...

After the passing away of Harry — he features in my earlier journal entries — my interactions with Joe or Gary were little more than that of saying hello at the gym. But I sensed Joe still had feelings for me. He often tried to talk to me but my times at the gym were less frequent and, in my small town, people talk and it’s not worth risking my relationship. So that’s why I moved on….~~~~~I was at the local coffee house w...

In recent weeks I’ve had the most miserable time — so miserable I couldn’t even have husband sex. And, if you’ve followed my journal jottings at all, you’ll know that is totally not good for me! The reason for all this misery? I contracted poison ivy doing yard work and it wouldn't go away till I saw my doctor and started taking medication. That cleared it up but, after almost a month without any sex other than from my ow...

Somehow, my emotions and the way I live my life, is different from others and this Journal entry is purely from my point of view and reveals my thoughts about what I did. So, this true story is a brief account of what I did this weekend…A Saturday night alone is something I don't get too often. But, when my husband’s alumni weekend comes around and he goes to Maine to be with his school friends from a Friday until Sunday,...

A few days before my guy and his son were going to a Celtic’s game, I put it out there that I really needed some attention. It had been a boring spring for me and… well, I was really horny.  I had been bothering Jacki (of Jacki and Ryan) for months to get me into a group they belong to where they have gang bangs. I know my husband would not allow it but, anyway, I’ve done some small groups — it’s just that they weren’t re...

So, as I’ve said in my past journal entries, I work in medical billing for a large dental firm. Yeah, I know, thrilling!  The only sex in the work place I’ve had was with that beautiful Cape Vervain woman two years ago and, by the way, we’ve had no contact since they moved away.  I’ve always wanted a playmate at work, male or female, just somebody who can understand my desire and need for sex and attention. But, actually,...

Well this journal entry even shocks me that it happened but, in order for you to understand it all, I have to go back a few years. In the swinging lifestyle, you meet and sometimes play with a handful of people you continue to stay in touch with or develop a bond with. We have a small group of friends that, when we see each other, we can do vanilla stuff or get down and dirty. We have a few couples I love seeing because b...

I write this journal entry feeling as sore as I’ve ever been — yet very happy. I wish I could cut and paste an email and a messaging conversation to help you understand how this went off. I’m really so sore that I can’t sleep and so I’ve got up to write this.  What happened was like something straight out of a great porn film and it disappoints me that I can’t tell anybody in my life all about it.It really began well befo...

I love it when I come home from work and find Bruins’ tickets stuck under a fridge magnet. It’s almost a freedom pass!  I saw the date on the tickets was the next Thursday, giving me three days to discover who could be out there for me. Midweek nights are normally easy but I don’t settle for just anybody. However, it didn't take two hours to decide that John was the guy. He was perfect: lives close by and all we ever chat...