The boring bit
Updated 23rd January 2022
I'm a father of two children (2 early 20's) and 1 cats. I'm heading to 52 having spent my 50th in lockdown and 51 still trying to reach a new normal.
Separated for over 5 years. Living in my own place since 2016 with eldest and his girlfriend.
Currently single but working on it. Struggling to find dating sites for kink that are proven to work. Most seem to charge a small fortune membership after luring you in, to find you can't read messages until you've paid. Recommendations most welcome. As of the start of January 2022 I'm in the early days of a relationship with things being very casual and taking things carefully.
The interesting bits
The 80s - Wish You Were Here
So where did it all begin? I can pin point my first encounters with sex back to my early teens. I remember a group of us found an imported small format magazine hidden in a den near where we lived. Back in the 80's you could only get these from licensed sex shops, so we were treated to a bevvy of beauties performing sordid (according to the censorship laws) acts of a sexual nature. It fuelled the imagination and also the libido, those first forays into masturbation were intense. So far fairly normal right? Well it was, but how many of you can say you were involved in a trading network based on supply and demand? I can, I was a teenage porn dealer 😏 Still haven't worked out how the short one with the bike, was the one who could get away with buying the magazines in the newsagents 😀 It was a short lived venture that fuelled my need to learn about the sexual side of life.
Jump forward to 88 and I'm the short and shy teen who's had a few girlfriends but no sexual encounters. The girlfriends were normally a friend or sister of whichever girl my best mate was going out with. At the end of June, at a party somewhere near Lakeside I had my first sexual encounter and unknowingly a foray into exhibitionism (my first kink 😊). I'm chatting with the girl who's party it was and getting along fine when someone comes up and whispers in her ear. The conversation changed tone at that point, as she pointed out that her friend in the skimpy shorts fancied me, as the skimpy shorts walked out into the garden. She pushed me towards the door and whispered "go for it". Anxiously I headed to the garden as that never happened to me before. Well the anxiety soon disappeared when she grabbed my arm and took me to a dark corner. The rest is a blur but I was informed that our friends came looking for us an hour later when we'd not been seen inside for a while 😀 All I really remember is kissing, some chat and my first ever touch of pussy. Fast forward 1 week and we're at my 18th birthday party. I lost my virginity to her on a bean bag, in my brothers bedroom to the sound of Push It by Salt n Pepa playing. Not the most romantic scene but hey I was a hormonal teen. Fast forward 2 weeks and I'm laying in the middle of a field near Lakeside with the girl who's party it was 4 weeks prior, fingering her as someone walks their dog on the outskirts.
Other than an encounter with a mates girlfriend at the time the rest of the decade was pretty quiet for me. I was not the promiscuous teen you all imagined
Craziest thing I did in the decade had to be going to the cinema to see Wish You Were Here with 7 girls (only 1 was my girlfriend of the time). Lots of fun but highly embarrassing having them yell "Up Yer Bum" loudly as we walked down the high street after.
The 90s - Marriage, Births and Deaths
So yeah the 90's started with a whimper. Fall out with girlfriend (yes the one who cheated on my mate with me) over sex (lots of promising but failure to follow through, no pressure from me as she did all the teasing) led to being single. Come September 1991 I have a chance encounter at a house warming party with two people who'd have a big impact on my life. My ex wife and her boyfriend at the time (also happened to be my friends lodger). I got chatting with a pretty girl throughout the evening and eventually we ended up kissing very passionately. Ever play with fire, well I did that night as not only was she someone else's girlfriend (and I knew it) but she was also 15 😲 There was a rather heated discussion next day between 5ft 3in me and the 6ft 7in oaf. As it turned out he'd been chasing someone else all night. Somewhere between this and Christmas I had a drunken one night stand with no protection that led to a panicked std check further down the line, thankfully it was clear and turns out the HIV rumour was from a pissed off ex 😌
Christmas 91 and I've got another girl interested in me without me trying. This was the first long relationship I'd involved with (over 18 months but less than 2 years). Nothing majorly juicy as she was 16. Memorable moments were sex on the bathroom floor, sex in someone else's bed when we were babysitting (it was an overnight sitting duty). Oh and the time she asked if she could sleep with one of the guys at college 😮 I was surprisingly ok with it, but the caveat was that if she did then I would sleep with someone. Strangely I never got to call her bluff on this as several weeks later we split up.
Jump forward to January 94 and I'm supposed to be going on a blind date. My friend arranged a blind date with a female colleague. Never did get to meet this girl as she was unwell on the day. Quick thinking my friend had mentioned the date falling through to someone else (the girl from the house warming party). The plan for the date was food out, cinema and then see where things led, in actuality the restaurant was busy so we grabbed takeaway and ended up watching videos. Much kissing and cuddling happened along with spending our first night together (the first of many). The next day I was supposed to get home early, but actually ended up in the car with the seats laid back by a disused quarry. No sex but lots of teasing and first foray into exhibitionism. A couple of weeks later we're at a friends flat, watching a film with my hand inside her top, teasing her nipples and bringing near to an orgasm (exhibitionist mode activated).
The next few years were fairly plain and boring, we moved in together in 95, married in 96, first child born in 97. Then tragedy struck and turned our world upside down (grab your tissues you'll need them). Feb 99, our second son is born and immediately rushed to resuscitation, no cries and the panic set in. Finally we're informed that he'd suffered a pneumothorax and was being transferred to a neo-natal unit nearby but actually nearer where we lived. Eventually we're free to leave and head to the neo-natal unit. I'm not sure I was prepared or could ever be prepared for what we were about to find out. We entered the unit and immediately ushered into a room to talk to a consultant. The consultant sat us down and explained that in the process of treating the pneumothorax they had discovered a few anomalies and prepared us for what we would see. First our son was born at over 10lb and was in a unit with premature babies 😮 Second he was born with some anomalies that would affect his way of life (basically blind and possibly poor hearing) and also a cleft pallet. Well all sorts went through out minds but we continued on as we wanted to do the best we could. Over the course of the week we learned to cuddle carefully and feed with a special bottle as best we could.
After a week he was transferred back to the hospital where he was born and we were assigned a nurse liaison to continue to help us learn to feed etc. After 3/4 weeks (time is a blur while all this is going on), we received another blow and are informed that one of the nurses who previously worked in a cardio unit has noticed a heart murmur. An ambulance was quickly arranged and baby and mother, along with the nurse were transported to a major london hospital for some scans and tests. At this point I was in limbo and ensure our first born was ok as he was being looked after by my parents, thankfully he was content and parents were supportive. I then received the call that will stick in my mind "Can you pack an overnight bag and bring it up to London as we're staying overnight". Well that overnight turned into a week and we ended up in the nearby charity funded housing. The next week was a blur of consultants, specialists, nurses and doctors as they put together an action plan to deal with all the issues identified including the heart defect discovered by the nurse. Despite best efforts to build his strength up we eventually had to decide a date for the first part which was to repair the heart defect. Well the surgery happened but sadly the recovery didn't and at 7 weeks we experienced something many parents dread, the loss of a child before their time. After this I spiralled into the first of my darkest moments and withdrew into myself for a few weeks and just played computer games with little communication between us. Eventually I went back to work and started to begin communicating properly, but it would take a near kiss with a colleague to bring me out of my stupor and focus back on track with my family.
90s was the start of the exhibitionist streak, from the humble beginnings in the car to being in our garden late at night with her in long coat and thigh high boots. The thrill of getting caught and being seen will always be a draw. Christmas 95 also saw us experiment with adult photography in the form of nudes, toys and sex.
The 00's (Naughties) - Addiction, Sex and Drugs
So the 00's began with me putting my family first but also making time for myself as well. This began with regular online gaming sessions with a few friends I'd met through a forum for one of the games I played. Just a Sunday afternoon thing with 2 of us in the UK, 1 in Scandinavia and 1 from Arizona who always put us in our place when we moaned about the heat. These sessions were fun and always interrupted hourly by us brits quickly redialling back in, oh the pain before broadband internet connections. Eventually these dwindled due to time constraints, other games and another life changing event.
I was adamant that after my second son I didn't want any more children. However come January 2002 and after many months of checking, rechecking, testing, scanning and finally planning to the exact date my daughter was born. I'm glad I changed my mind as she never stops surprising me with her drive to better herself.
The next few years were busy with family life, gaming (we'd progressed to playing World of Warcraft together) and work. Throughout the late 90's and early 00's I'd worked in London and the commute was taking it's toll but work was about to grant me a free pass out of the city. April 2004 I took redundancy over redeployment following a restructure which I'd been involved in since the start of the year. June 2004 and we go to Download for one of the most memorable festivals I've been to.
Redundancy was both a curse and blessing. I struggled to complete a distance learning course that I'd paid good money for and struggled to find a job (overqualified or too family orientated were just 2 reasons I didn't get some of the jobs I applied for). However I did spend more time with my children, was never as tired of an evening and actually had more energy. I was also spending a large amount of time gaming. Eventually after 17 months I was offered employment which I happily accepted. A year later and things were about to change pace, rapidly.
Up until now our sex life was fairly standard and kept just between us. Then December 2006 came and things changed. We were sat watching Sexcetera on one of the tv channels and there was a feature by Kira Reed on Swinging. This was one of those lightbulb moments which spurred a 3 hour discussion and a hot sex session. The outcome of this was signing up to a swingers website just 3 days later under the "If we don't do this now we never will" guise.
And so begins the journey of discovery in January 2007. It had only been a few weeks from signing up on the website to our first meet. A true baptism of fire when we responded to an ad for last minute meet up as they'd been let down. Well in truth a couple had dropped out. A quick chat between the girls on the phone and we frantically showered and headed off all smartly dressed to enjoy our first MMMMMFF. Yes we jumped in at the deep end and other than nerves from me we had a great time. Two days later we had arranged to go for a meal and then to a swingers club with a couple we'd been chatting with for nearly 2 weeks. This encounter almost put a stop to everything due to miscommunication, lack of chemistry between the other partners and ending up in separate rooms. Thankfully we got through this minor setback and embarked on some memorable times and gained some good friends along the way.
In April we met a couple local to us (walking distance of where we lived) through the website and embarked on a mutual friendship that introduced us to several things, none of which I have any regrets about other than the fact we lost contact with them. Firstly I learned my tongue and fingers will be described as magical for the first time, and continue for many years to come. The female was pregnant and I managed to make her orgasm uncontrollably, and yes I would do it again to any woman who asked. Second I briefly rediscovered a hidden bi-curious side that I'd held back and thanks to a mix of drink and drugs penetrated my first male (it would be many years before similar experience was repeated). I'm still slowly experimenting with this side due to all the stigma perceived but that's for another blog post. And thirdly that drugs can help your inhibitions, in this case it was cocaine which was dabbled with for at least a year or so but haven't touched since.
During 2007 two other things happened: 1) My partner had breast enhancement surgery and 2) we became regulars at the swingers club, which became a home away from home for the next 4 years.
Over the next few years we had a lot of fun and experienced many things from MMF to separate room swapping to voyeurism to orgies to BBC. We encountered many people with whom we became friends. We drove to various points of the country to see the people we made friends with via the website and its chatrooms. Midlands, Lincolnshire, Wiltshire and Surrey all have special memories but two stand out, a late night trip to London with another couple to visit a guy they knew who extremely well endowed at 12 inches. I've not seen one so big since. The second was a threesome with another guy in Wiltshire which was broadcast live into the chatroom via webcam. We received 3 phone calls during the session to notify us that the camera had dropped but were also informed that we had the busiest chatroom all night. To this day I'm still friends with some of the people we met and played with.
And so the decade drew to a close with a smile instead of a frown. I did mention in the title addiction and I assume you're thinking it was the drugs, but sadly you're wrong. During this and the previous decade I discovered I have an addictive personality, in short I become very focused on something, almost to the point of obsession. My main addiction was computer games, so much so that as soon as I start to recognise the signs I have to take a self enforced break to maintain a normal routine. My record was 12 hours in one day playing a game, which is no mean feat when you have young children around.
2010 to 2015 - Sex, Lies and Videos
Well things change and over the years we'd enjoyed an openness that a lot of people never get. We had progressed so far down our path we were happy for solo play, we had meets with people we'd met through the club and even the occasional friend. Things we going well until we were reintroduced to her ex (the one from 1991). The subject of playing with him was discussed, rules were laid down and everything was going fine until mid 2010 (not quite 20 years since I first met them). I was out at the club one evening on a prearranged meet with a couple I'd joined a few times and had the opportunity to play with her on my own in a room. However this never happened as I received a phone call saying I needed to get home immediately. Very few times have I gone all out to break speed limits to get somewhere but this was one of them. Arriving at home it was suggested I get a drink and sit down. My ex was clearly distressed but I sensed something was off. I grabbed a drink and sat there as my world imploded hearing the confession that the evening had not gone as planned. By all rights I should have walked there and then, as I learned that she'd been planning to leave me. Her ex had bottled out at the last minute as he'd been caught out by his partner. Needless to say I was stunned and really didn't know what to think, say or do. Next morning she headed off to her best friend to get away for a few days whilst I stayed and looked after kids, I even took daughter to a rolling skate party and joined in skating with the other parents (mainly hot mums) whilst holding it all together. The rest of that weekend and the next week is a blur. We eventually decided to try and move forward with some changes but things would never be the same again.
Over the next few months things had settled down and we started to find our feet again. We visited the club we frequented but it just wasn't the same and so we looked to other pursuits and at the start of 2011 after several weeks of planning we attended our first gangbang. The drive to the location of the event was a little nervewracking and only made worse by traffic.
Eventually we arrived and were greeted at the door by the other lady participant and organiser of the event and her partner. The girls department to another room to get changed whilst I chatted with the partner to check there were no hiccups.and all was ready as planned. Entering the main area I noticed about a dozen or so males casually sat around in chairs and large cushioned platform for the girls. After about 5 mins the girls entered and proceeded to put a bit of a show for the guys before inviting them to join in, which they eagerly did. Overall the night was a good success and also paid quite nicely.
A few weeks later we received a message asking to meet us both to discuss a proposition. The actual proposition was actually to work one night every couple of weeks at a club which held regular gangbangs. Well it was a simple opportunity and would usually 4 girls so the ratio would always be 3-4 to 1 which is fairly standard. Needless to say we took the chance and enjoyed making new friends and a bit of money as well. This lasted for a good few months until my partners job was in jeopardy. But like all things a plan to diversify was already being discussed as one of the girls escorted on the side for extra money. Knowing full well some of the party regulars had already enquired and having met up outside and discussed everything we decided to at least give it a try and see what happened.
And so the escorting was tried and proved to be successful and continued initially just part time but eventually becoming full time. Over the next couple of years it was a fine balance of parties (various locations in UK and some in Holland), escorting and photoshoots. These few years were ok, I attended parties when I could but this became more infrequent due to locations. I got involved in a couple of photoshoots with one of the other escorts and a transexual which were a lot of fun. We meandered through the ups and downs of life during this period but the cracks were starting to show. Looking back I realise that the initial damage from a few years back never truly healed and we were muddling through for the sake of the children. Eventually the escorting slowed and back to reality with a bump as the normality of a desk job put the final wedge between us.
In early 2014 we decided that no matter how hard we tried it just wasn't working any more so decided to separate. It would however take another 2 years before we actually lived separately.
2016 and beyond
So it's 2019 and I'm still single and I'm almost ready to put me first after many years of focusing on others. As I sit here having relived the ups and downs of my life I realise that I wouldn't change a thing. Without the journey I've been on I wouldn't be the person I am today.
The only question I ask myself is do I want another long term relationship or something more casual? I have no answer to this as I'm only just starting to dabble again and trying to build the confidence and see where life takes me.
Other than an encounter with a mates girlfriend at the time the rest of the decade was pretty quiet for me. I was not the promiscuous teen you all imagined
Craziest thing I did in the decade had to be going to the cinema to see Wish You Were Here with 7 girls (only 1 was my girlfriend of the time). Lots of fun but highly embarrassing having them yell "Up Yer Bum" loudly as we walked down the high street after.
The 90s - Marriage, Births and Deaths
So yeah the 90's started with a whimper. Fall out with girlfriend (yes the one who cheated on my mate with me) over sex (lots of promising but failure to follow through, no pressure from me as she did all the teasing) led to being single. Come September 1991 I have a chance encounter at a house warming party with two people who'd have a big impact on my life. My ex wife and her boyfriend at the time (also happened to be my friends lodger). I got chatting with a pretty girl throughout the evening and eventually we ended up kissing very passionately. Ever play with fire, well I did that night as not only was she someone else's girlfriend (and I knew it) but she was also 15 😲 There was a rather heated discussion next day between 5ft 3in me and the 6ft 7in oaf. As it turned out he'd been chasing someone else all night. Somewhere between this and Christmas I had a drunken one night stand with no protection that led to a panicked std check further down the line, thankfully it was clear and turns out the HIV rumour was from a pissed off ex 😌
Christmas 91 and I've got another girl interested in me without me trying. This was the first long relationship I'd involved with (over 18 months but less than 2 years). Nothing majorly juicy as she was 16. Memorable moments were sex on the bathroom floor, sex in someone else's bed when we were babysitting (it was an overnight sitting duty). Oh and the time she asked if she could sleep with one of the guys at college 😮 I was surprisingly ok with it, but the caveat was that if she did then I would sleep with someone. Strangely I never got to call her bluff on this as several weeks later we split up.
Jump forward to January 94 and I'm supposed to be going on a blind date. My friend arranged a blind date with a female colleague. Never did get to meet this girl as she was unwell on the day. Quick thinking my friend had mentioned the date falling through to someone else (the girl from the house warming party). The plan for the date was food out, cinema and then see where things led, in actuality the restaurant was busy so we grabbed takeaway and ended up watching videos. Much kissing and cuddling happened along with spending our first night together (the first of many). The next day I was supposed to get home early, but actually ended up in the car with the seats laid back by a disused quarry. No sex but lots of teasing and first foray into exhibitionism. A couple of weeks later we're at a friends flat, watching a film with my hand inside her top, teasing her nipples and bringing near to an orgasm (exhibitionist mode activated).
The next few years were fairly plain and boring, we moved in together in 95, married in 96, first child born in 97. Then tragedy struck and turned our world upside down (grab your tissues you'll need them). Feb 99, our second son is born and immediately rushed to resuscitation, no cries and the panic set in. Finally we're informed that he'd suffered a pneumothorax and was being transferred to a neo-natal unit nearby but actually nearer where we lived. Eventually we're free to leave and head to the neo-natal unit. I'm not sure I was prepared or could ever be prepared for what we were about to find out. We entered the unit and immediately ushered into a room to talk to a consultant. The consultant sat us down and explained that in the process of treating the pneumothorax they had discovered a few anomalies and prepared us for what we would see. First our son was born at over 10lb and was in a unit with premature babies 😮 Second he was born with some anomalies that would affect his way of life (basically blind and possibly poor hearing) and also a cleft pallet. Well all sorts went through out minds but we continued on as we wanted to do the best we could. Over the course of the week we learned to cuddle carefully and feed with a special bottle as best we could.
After a week he was transferred back to the hospital where he was born and we were assigned a nurse liaison to continue to help us learn to feed etc. After 3/4 weeks (time is a blur while all this is going on), we received another blow and are informed that one of the nurses who previously worked in a cardio unit has noticed a heart murmur. An ambulance was quickly arranged and baby and mother, along with the nurse were transported to a major london hospital for some scans and tests. At this point I was in limbo and ensure our first born was ok as he was being looked after by my parents, thankfully he was content and parents were supportive. I then received the call that will stick in my mind "Can you pack an overnight bag and bring it up to London as we're staying overnight". Well that overnight turned into a week and we ended up in the nearby charity funded housing. The next week was a blur of consultants, specialists, nurses and doctors as they put together an action plan to deal with all the issues identified including the heart defect discovered by the nurse. Despite best efforts to build his strength up we eventually had to decide a date for the first part which was to repair the heart defect. Well the surgery happened but sadly the recovery didn't and at 7 weeks we experienced something many parents dread, the loss of a child before their time. After this I spiralled into the first of my darkest moments and withdrew into myself for a few weeks and just played computer games with little communication between us. Eventually I went back to work and started to begin communicating properly, but it would take a near kiss with a colleague to bring me out of my stupor and focus back on track with my family.
90s was the start of the exhibitionist streak, from the humble beginnings in the car to being in our garden late at night with her in long coat and thigh high boots. The thrill of getting caught and being seen will always be a draw. Christmas 95 also saw us experiment with adult photography in the form of nudes, toys and sex.
The 00's (Naughties) - Addiction, Sex and Drugs
So the 00's began with me putting my family first but also making time for myself as well. This began with regular online gaming sessions with a few friends I'd met through a forum for one of the games I played. Just a Sunday afternoon thing with 2 of us in the UK, 1 in Scandinavia and 1 from Arizona who always put us in our place when we moaned about the heat. These sessions were fun and always interrupted hourly by us brits quickly redialling back in, oh the pain before broadband internet connections. Eventually these dwindled due to time constraints, other games and another life changing event.
I was adamant that after my second son I didn't want any more children. However come January 2002 and after many months of checking, rechecking, testing, scanning and finally planning to the exact date my daughter was born. I'm glad I changed my mind as she never stops surprising me with her drive to better herself.
The next few years were busy with family life, gaming (we'd progressed to playing World of Warcraft together) and work. Throughout the late 90's and early 00's I'd worked in London and the commute was taking it's toll but work was about to grant me a free pass out of the city. April 2004 I took redundancy over redeployment following a restructure which I'd been involved in since the start of the year. June 2004 and we go to Download for one of the most memorable festivals I've been to.
Redundancy was both a curse and blessing. I struggled to complete a distance learning course that I'd paid good money for and struggled to find a job (overqualified or too family orientated were just 2 reasons I didn't get some of the jobs I applied for). However I did spend more time with my children, was never as tired of an evening and actually had more energy. I was also spending a large amount of time gaming. Eventually after 17 months I was offered employment which I happily accepted. A year later and things were about to change pace, rapidly.
Up until now our sex life was fairly standard and kept just between us. Then December 2006 came and things changed. We were sat watching Sexcetera on one of the tv channels and there was a feature by Kira Reed on Swinging. This was one of those lightbulb moments which spurred a 3 hour discussion and a hot sex session. The outcome of this was signing up to a swingers website just 3 days later under the "If we don't do this now we never will" guise.
And so begins the journey of discovery in January 2007. It had only been a few weeks from signing up on the website to our first meet. A true baptism of fire when we responded to an ad for last minute meet up as they'd been let down. Well in truth a couple had dropped out. A quick chat between the girls on the phone and we frantically showered and headed off all smartly dressed to enjoy our first MMMMMFF. Yes we jumped in at the deep end and other than nerves from me we had a great time. Two days later we had arranged to go for a meal and then to a swingers club with a couple we'd been chatting with for nearly 2 weeks. This encounter almost put a stop to everything due to miscommunication, lack of chemistry between the other partners and ending up in separate rooms. Thankfully we got through this minor setback and embarked on some memorable times and gained some good friends along the way.
In April we met a couple local to us (walking distance of where we lived) through the website and embarked on a mutual friendship that introduced us to several things, none of which I have any regrets about other than the fact we lost contact with them. Firstly I learned my tongue and fingers will be described as magical for the first time, and continue for many years to come. The female was pregnant and I managed to make her orgasm uncontrollably, and yes I would do it again to any woman who asked. Second I briefly rediscovered a hidden bi-curious side that I'd held back and thanks to a mix of drink and drugs penetrated my first male (it would be many years before similar experience was repeated). I'm still slowly experimenting with this side due to all the stigma perceived but that's for another blog post. And thirdly that drugs can help your inhibitions, in this case it was cocaine which was dabbled with for at least a year or so but haven't touched since.
During 2007 two other things happened: 1) My partner had breast enhancement surgery and 2) we became regulars at the swingers club, which became a home away from home for the next 4 years.
Over the next few years we had a lot of fun and experienced many things from MMF to separate room swapping to voyeurism to orgies to BBC. We encountered many people with whom we became friends. We drove to various points of the country to see the people we made friends with via the website and its chatrooms. Midlands, Lincolnshire, Wiltshire and Surrey all have special memories but two stand out, a late night trip to London with another couple to visit a guy they knew who extremely well endowed at 12 inches. I've not seen one so big since. The second was a threesome with another guy in Wiltshire which was broadcast live into the chatroom via webcam. We received 3 phone calls during the session to notify us that the camera had dropped but were also informed that we had the busiest chatroom all night. To this day I'm still friends with some of the people we met and played with.
And so the decade drew to a close with a smile instead of a frown. I did mention in the title addiction and I assume you're thinking it was the drugs, but sadly you're wrong. During this and the previous decade I discovered I have an addictive personality, in short I become very focused on something, almost to the point of obsession. My main addiction was computer games, so much so that as soon as I start to recognise the signs I have to take a self enforced break to maintain a normal routine. My record was 12 hours in one day playing a game, which is no mean feat when you have young children around.
2010 to 2015 - Sex, Lies and Videos
Well things change and over the years we'd enjoyed an openness that a lot of people never get. We had progressed so far down our path we were happy for solo play, we had meets with people we'd met through the club and even the occasional friend. Things we going well until we were reintroduced to her ex (the one from 1991). The subject of playing with him was discussed, rules were laid down and everything was going fine until mid 2010 (not quite 20 years since I first met them). I was out at the club one evening on a prearranged meet with a couple I'd joined a few times and had the opportunity to play with her on my own in a room. However this never happened as I received a phone call saying I needed to get home immediately. Very few times have I gone all out to break speed limits to get somewhere but this was one of them. Arriving at home it was suggested I get a drink and sit down. My ex was clearly distressed but I sensed something was off. I grabbed a drink and sat there as my world imploded hearing the confession that the evening had not gone as planned. By all rights I should have walked there and then, as I learned that she'd been planning to leave me. Her ex had bottled out at the last minute as he'd been caught out by his partner. Needless to say I was stunned and really didn't know what to think, say or do. Next morning she headed off to her best friend to get away for a few days whilst I stayed and looked after kids, I even took daughter to a rolling skate party and joined in skating with the other parents (mainly hot mums) whilst holding it all together. The rest of that weekend and the next week is a blur. We eventually decided to try and move forward with some changes but things would never be the same again.
Over the next few months things had settled down and we started to find our feet again. We visited the club we frequented but it just wasn't the same and so we looked to other pursuits and at the start of 2011 after several weeks of planning we attended our first gangbang. The drive to the location of the event was a little nervewracking and only made worse by traffic.
Eventually we arrived and were greeted at the door by the other lady participant and organiser of the event and her partner. The girls department to another room to get changed whilst I chatted with the partner to check there were no hiccups.and all was ready as planned. Entering the main area I noticed about a dozen or so males casually sat around in chairs and large cushioned platform for the girls. After about 5 mins the girls entered and proceeded to put a bit of a show for the guys before inviting them to join in, which they eagerly did. Overall the night was a good success and also paid quite nicely.
A few weeks later we received a message asking to meet us both to discuss a proposition. The actual proposition was actually to work one night every couple of weeks at a club which held regular gangbangs. Well it was a simple opportunity and would usually 4 girls so the ratio would always be 3-4 to 1 which is fairly standard. Needless to say we took the chance and enjoyed making new friends and a bit of money as well. This lasted for a good few months until my partners job was in jeopardy. But like all things a plan to diversify was already being discussed as one of the girls escorted on the side for extra money. Knowing full well some of the party regulars had already enquired and having met up outside and discussed everything we decided to at least give it a try and see what happened.
And so the escorting was tried and proved to be successful and continued initially just part time but eventually becoming full time. Over the next couple of years it was a fine balance of parties (various locations in UK and some in Holland), escorting and photoshoots. These few years were ok, I attended parties when I could but this became more infrequent due to locations. I got involved in a couple of photoshoots with one of the other escorts and a transexual which were a lot of fun. We meandered through the ups and downs of life during this period but the cracks were starting to show. Looking back I realise that the initial damage from a few years back never truly healed and we were muddling through for the sake of the children. Eventually the escorting slowed and back to reality with a bump as the normality of a desk job put the final wedge between us.
In early 2014 we decided that no matter how hard we tried it just wasn't working any more so decided to separate. It would however take another 2 years before we actually lived separately.
2016 and beyond
So it's 2019 and I'm still single and I'm almost ready to put me first after many years of focusing on others. As I sit here having relived the ups and downs of my life I realise that I wouldn't change a thing. Without the journey I've been on I wouldn't be the person I am today.
The only question I ask myself is do I want another long term relationship or something more casual? I have no answer to this as I'm only just starting to dabble again and trying to build the confidence and see where life takes me.
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